Chapter Three #2
“Oh, not so fast, treasure,” Rafe murmured. He pressed a finger against Jonah’s hole, nipping his jaw when it slid easily inside. “You’re not the one in charge here.”
Jonah almost laughed. He wasn’t sure he ever was. Rafe bit down his throat as he pushed his finger deeper and Jonah wished he’d stashed lube in his living room because he wanted Rafe’s cock in him. Now.
“Rafe,” he whined, voice coming out breathless and needy. “I need you to fuck me. Please.”
“I’m surprised Finley didn’t spank the brat out of you,” Rafe said. He tugged on the chain and Jonah cried out as the clamps tugged at his nipples. “Maybe next time he should leave some of those bruises behind.”
“Rafe.”
Jonah leaned forward and pressed kisses to Rafe’s jaw. When he didn’t say anything, one finger still sliding leisurely in and out of Jonah’s hole, Jonah moved lower. He unbuttoned Rafe’s shirt slowly, kissing each patch of exposed skin.
Rafe tangled a hand in his hair. “Lower,” he growled, and Jonah flashed him a grin. Rafe pulled his finger free and then Jonah was on his knees again, but now they were both scrambling to get Rafe’s trousers unfastened.
They got them down to his thighs and Jonah groaned at the sight of a wet patch on the front of Rafe’s silk briefs. He leaned in, mouthing over the ridges, and Rafe shuddered beneath him.
“Jonah…”
Jonah wanted to tease him. Rafe was in charge, sure, but what if he wasn’t? Jonah’s cock twitched again, but he had cum not long before; how long could he keep Rafe on the edge?
Like he could read Jonah’s thoughts, Rafe hooked a finger between the collar and his skin, pulling him back. Jonah yelped. His cock jerked.
“Get your mouth on me,” Rafe growled. Gold was flooding his eyes, now, and there was a heaviness in the air Jonah hadn’t felt the last time around.
He nodded, belly twisting in desire and anticipation, and when Rafe let go, he tugged his briefs down, exposing his cock. Jonah didn’t hesitate. He licked along Rafe’s length, then took the head into his mouth and sucked. Rafe groaned, one hand resting in Jonah’s hair.
Jonah took more and more of him, bracing one hand on Rafe’s thigh as he tried to take him to the hilt.
He still couldn’t, but Rafe swore and groaned like he had, hips twitching and forcing him even deeper.
His sweet, familiar taste flooded Jonah’s mouth with each jet of pre-cum and Jonah pulled back to suck in a breath.
“Fuck, the mouth on you,” Rafe said. He didn’t look away as Jonah sucked him down again. Jonah wanted Rafe to cum like this. He’d swallow it all.
Still, Rafe seemed to have a different idea. He moved suddenly, pulling Jonah off his cock and up into his arms. Jonah groaned when Rafe crushed their mouths together and he lost himself to the kiss as Rafe stumbled toward Jonah’s bedroom, losing his trousers and boxers somewhere along the way.
Miraculously, they didn’t knock anything over, and Jonah groaned when they tumbled onto the bed, Rafe resting on top of him. Rafe kissed him again, and Jonah reached a hand out blindly, grinning against Rafe’s lips when he grabbed the lube.
Rafe snorted when he pressed it against his chest. He reared up, shrugging off his shirt, and Jonah spread his legs wider, stretching out like he was presenting himself.
Fuck, maybe he was. It didn’t matter. Rafe clearly liked what he saw, giving his cock a couple of hard strokes.
His hand came away glistening and slick. When he gave Jonah a questioning look, Jonah nodded. They could’ve fucked in the living room, then, though he thought Rafe was maybe less likely to break his bed than one of the chairs.
Two fingers pushed inside and although Jonah hissed at the initial burn, soon he was panting, pushing back for more. His cock was hard and angry, the ring still tight around the base, and fuck, he hoped Rafe would let him cum.
Two fingers became three and Rafe seemed to think that was enough. Big hands grabbed Jonah’s thighs, pushing them back toward his chest until Jonah got the hint and grabbed them, holding them in place.
Rafe ran his thumb over Jonah’s hole. When he looked up, his grin was feral. “Tell me, Jonah. What do you want me to do to you? What do you want all of us to do to you?”
Jonah whimpered. “Ruin me.”
“Good boy.”
Rafe lined up his cock and pushed inside in one go. Jonah cried out, but pleasure swamped any pain, and he rocked back against Rafe almost instantly, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Jonah didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Every noise out of his mouth was a moan, a cry for more, and Rafe met every demand with another hard thrust. His eyes were entirely gold now, his dragon shining through, and when Jonah pushed his hands up under Rafe’s shirt, he was sure he felt scales under his fingers.
He dug his fingers in, and Rafe growled, lifting up slightly to tug at the chains connected to Jonah’s nipples. Jonah groaned, arching his back. Rafe tucked his face into Jonah’s neck, teeth scraping over his skin.
“Let me hear you, my treasure,” he rumbled.
It was all the warning Jonah got before Rafe pulled. The left nipple clamp came off and Jonah howled, pain and pleasure combining when Rafe’s cock hit his prostate.
“Oh, fuck, Rafe!”
Rafe chuckled. He thumbed Jonah’s now-sensitive nipple and Jonah whimpered. He wanted to cum, but he couldn’t, not with the ring still on, and he knew Rafe was close. His ridges massaged Jonah’s insides. Jonah pushed back against him.
“Rafe, please…”
“You sound awfully coherent.” So did Rafe, but he was breathing hard, at least, and Jonah squeezed around him.
“Please.” He bit his lower lip, then let it spring free. “I want to cum when you do.”
Rafe grinned. He took Jonah’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply, keeping his cock buried deep. “Such a spoiled brat you are,” Rafe murmured, but there was no heat in it. He tugged the second nipple clamp off and Jonah cried out again.
“Please.”
“So pretty when you beg,” Rafe said, but he seemed to decide to take pity on Jonah.
He reached between their bodies, giving Jonah’s hard cock a few teasing strokes before he unfastened the cock ring from around its base.
Jonah moaned, grabbing at Rafe, trying to pull him closer.
There was pressure all around him, like something far larger and more powerful was in the room, and Jonah realised all at once that it was Rafe’s dragon side, ever so close to the surface.
“Fill me up,” Jonah said against Rafe’s mouth. “Rafe, I need it, please…”
Rafe growled. He squeezed Jonah’s cock hard before he shuttled his hand up and down his length, thumb swiping over the head.
It only took a few seconds for Jonah to tip over the edge, his whole body trembling.
Rafe bit down on Jonah’s shoulder, thrusts jerky, and his cock stiffened before he buried himself deep, shooting his load deep in Jonah’s arse.
Jonah whined when Rafe lifted his head. They kissed lazily, and Jonah felt sated, sure, but he also ached, and part of him wanted Rafe to roll him over onto his front and take him again.
“So ambitious, my treasure,” Rafe said. His voice came out like gravel, and the gold wasn’t entirely gone from his eyes. When he pulled out, Jonah winced, but Rafe shushed him with another kiss, reaching over for Jonah’s phone on the bedside table.
“What are you…”
“Lie back,” Rafe said with a wink. “I’d get mine, but I left my jacket in the other room.”
Jonah’s stomach fluttered. And he didn’t want to go that far away? He settled back against the sheets, tipping his head back to look up at the ceiling.
Rafe let out a little growl. The bed dipped when he climbed back onto it, one knee planted between Jonah’s legs.
Jonah lifted his head, eyes going wide when he saw the photos. He looked wrecked, cum spread over his belly and spilling from his hole. The collar was still tight around his neck, but the chains were all askew, nipples red and tight from where they’d been pinched.
And the bite… Heat throbbed in Jonah’s stomach.
“Rafe…”
Rafe leaned down and kissed him. He reached for something and when they parted, Jonah looked down.
“Want to try again with this?” Rafe asked, holding up the toy. His toy.
Jonah sat up, leaning back against the headboard with his legs wide. “I bet you can get some even better pictures.”