Chapter 4 #2
“You want me to fuck you in dragon form?” Edra cupped his chin so Jordan couldn’t look away.
“Yes.” Was that not obvious?
“Not tonight.”
“What?” He was ripping off the bandage and going all in.
“There are plenty of other things to do.”
“But I thought you’d like it?”
“I will very much, when we get there. I was enjoying you sucking my dick, and since I can tell you much easier like this, I’d very much like to be fucked in the slit. It’s been forever.”
Lyo would’ve been the last one, his previous mate. “You’re okay with that?”
Edra drew in a breath and nodded. “Yes. But maybe we should take this to the bedroom where the lube is.”
“Okay.” Jordan stood, feeling like he’d broken the moment.
He felt rather than saw Edra shift behind him, then the familiar tap of dragon claws followed him into the bedroom.
The door closed, and Jordan turned, completely unprepared for the heat in Edra’s eyes or the way he pushed him back onto the bed and crouched over him, claws cutting through the lace to free his dick, like he was the tastiest barbeque pig’s head Edra had ever seen and couldn’t wait to devour.
His heartbeat quickened as lust gripped him tight and made every nerve thrum with need.
Edra’s tail snaked out and grabbed the lube from the bedside table, dropping it on Jordan’s belly.
He took the hint and squeezed some onto his fingers, but before he could slick his dick, Edra’s tail slid through the lube.
He wrapped his fingers around the tail and stroked.
“I thought I needed the lube?”
Edra guided Jordan’s hand to his dick with his tail.
He really didn’t need to be stroking himself as he was already on edge.
Edra’s knees hit the mattress as if he was about to sink onto him, but the position was wrong as he was too far back. Then he leaned forward, resting on the claws at the end of his wing, and Jordan’s cock slipped into the dick slit. Edra’s dick ground against his belly as he moved.
Jordan glanced down, not quite sure what was supposed to be happening, but it wasn’t quite working for him, possibly because it felt odd and he wasn’t used to it. Edra stopped and rocked back, Jordan’s dick slipping free. “Not right? Is my dick the wrong shape?”
Edra shook his head and turned around, giving Jordan a perfect view of his tail and ass as he once again slid onto Jordan’s dick.
Jordan watched him ride, wings spread out like he was flying.
He traced up Edra’s back and back down, not sure what Edra was looking for, only that he wasn’t finding it.
He pulled off again, and Jordan’s wet dick slapped against his belly.
“What do you need?” He asked in English, knowing that any answer he got would be in Dragon. Was this not working for Edra even though he’d wanted it? “We can stop. You can shift.”
“No shit,” Edra clicked. “I want you.”
They weren’t even facing each other.
“But?”
A string of rapid Dragon about flying and fucking followed. It was deliberate. When he wanted to just vent and didn’t need Jordan to understand, he spoke fast. But he was getting better and better at keeping up. Edra gave a very human nod and turned around again. “Butt.”
“Butt?” He didn’t get a verbal confirmation as Edra’s tail grasped his dick and Edra sank onto it.
The head of his cock breached Edra’s tight hole, and he groaned as Edra fucked himself deeper. There were times when Edra allowed him to tease and prep him, and other times, particularly after shifting, when Edra didn’t care. He just needed.
After two failed attempts, this seemed to be working as the tension left his shoulders and his face, even in dragon form, took on an expression that could only be described as blissful—eyes half closed, and lips parted.
He tilted forward, using his wings for balance, the mound of his balls rubbing against Jordan’s shaft with every lift.
He ran his hands up Edra’s thighs, loving the silky smoothness of the scales beneath his palms. It didn’t matter how many times they fucked he’d never get tired of watching Edra ride him, setting the pace and taking everything he needed, his dick bouncing between them.
Even though he looked different, he was still Edra.
Though watching a lesser dragon use his wings as he fucked was something else…
A slick touch between his thighs had him spreading them at the silent ask. The tip of Edra’s tail pressed between his ass cheeks and found his hole. Stroking and teasing as Edra watched him with dark eyes.
Jordan lifted his knees, placing his feet on the bed to give him better access. He’d wanted to be fucked, and the tail counted. The tip of Edra’s tail pushed in.
“Fuck.” He gripped Edra’s thighs and thrust up.
Edra was always one step ahead of him, knowing when he was going to come before he did. He gave in, letting Edra ride him through his climax, his tail still inside him.
He reached for Edra’s dick, only to have his hand batted away.
Edra moved forward, his tail slipping free, offering Jordan his dick.
He opened his mouth, and Edra fucked him.
He managed three thrusts before coming with a groan.
Jordan swallowed…he’d half expected Edra to taste different, but he didn’t.
Edra flopped to the side and was human before he hit the mattress. He lay there staring at him, breathing fast. Jordan managed to roll onto his side to face him. His legs were definitely not up to walking to the bathroom.
“Are we going to talk about that?” Jordan asked.
Edra laughed. “About what?”
“It didn’t work.”
“I think it did.”
“You know what I mean.”
Edra pressed his lips together. “It didn’t. I thought I wanted it, and it felt good, especially when I turned around.”
“Is that how it would be when flying?”
“Yes. But it didn’t feel like I remembered.”
“Because you weren’t flying.”
“Possibly. The adrenaline rush of nearly dying does add something…”
“I’m not doing that.”
“I’m not either. I was different then…younger, more reckless.” He ran his fingers over Jordan’s cheek. “I like who I am now.”
Jordan kissed his palm. “I love who you are now.”
Edra smiled. “And that’s why I let you fuck my ass.”
“What?”
“Yeah…that’s not something lesser dragons do when shifted.”
Jordan’s eyebrows lifted. “Then why?”
“Because I wanted to. And I liked it.” He shrugged as if it meant nothing.
“Your dragon ass had never been fucked, and you didn’t warn me?”
Edra stared at him, that look that was often followed by ‘you are such a hatchling’. “Same ass, different form.”
Jordan blinked. To Edra, it made no difference. He needed to wrap his head around that. “Okay, then why don’t lesser dragons do that when shifted?”
“You’ve smelled dragon poop.”
That was a hard thing to forget. “Unfortunately.”
Edra just gave him the look like he should be able to work it out. He had nothing.
Edra lifted his eyebrows. “If we stay shifted for too long…”
“Ohhh…” No one wanted to risk getting dragon shit on their dick in case the smell never washed off. “Right.” He glanced at his dick.
“I’m talking over a week, not a few hours, but it’s one of those things. It’s not polite to meet a lesser dragon and ask how long they’ve been shifted for.”
“But Lyo?”
Edra shook his head. “We were together for a long time, but it honestly never occurred to me back then. Why would it?”
“But it occurred to you tonight?”
“Oh no, it occurred to me the first time we fucked, but I didn’t know if you’d ever want to bend me over the dining table so I could spread my wings at the same time.”
That was an image that would resurface every time he sat at the dining table. “You never said anything?”
“Because it wasn’t something I was used to thinking about or wanting.” He leaned over and kissed him. “But I knew you’d want me in dragon form at some point from the way you looked at me when shifted.”
“Really?”
“Remember when you saw me on the hood of the car?”
“Yeah, you were interfering in a case.”
“Helping.”
“Sure.”
“Even then, you wanted to lick me.” Edra licked Jordan’s cheek for emphasis. “I could smell it on your skin.” He got up. “I’ll get the shower going.”
Jordan tossed a pillow at him. “Maybe when you know so far in advance, you could clue me in?”
Edra caught the pillow with one hand. “You weren’t ready to listen…
and I’m patient. Though if this storm is still going tomorrow, I might go for another fly and then take you up on your offer.
” His eyes slid over Jordan’s body, leaving no doubt.
“Pin you against the glass and fuck you like you are the pretty butterfly. Wear the pink if that’s what you want. ”
“Which pink?” The lingerie collection that had once been a small corner of his drawer now had its own drawer.
Edra smiled. “You choose.”