Chapter 2 #2
His chuckle was a deep rumble in his throat.
I couldn't wait to see what other sounds he made during sex.
He'd been too quiet in the locker room, worried someone would walk in on us.
Here, in his own apartment with poured concrete walls and floors, I wanted to hear him shout my name loud enough to make the building shake.
I barely had time to register Silver's gorgeous naked backside before he stepped into the hallway and closed the door. I combed my fingers through my hair and arranged myself on the bed.
Instead of coming back inside, he knocked. "Are you ready?"
"So ready."
The door opened a crack, and then a little wider, as though he were waiting for me to jump out of the shadows at him.
When he saw me, hand on my balls, the red tip of my cock sticking out of my waistband, he rushed into the room.
He was on me before the door clicked shut, his mouth hot around my trapped tip, his fingers working alongside mine to massage my balls.
"That feels so good."
He hummed around my cock, and it felt even better. When he pulled the thong down and took me all the way to the back of his throat, I thought I was going to come in his mouth.
"Wait, hold up. Too close." I couldn't even form complete sentences, but Silver took pity on me and released my cock from his plump lips with a pop.
"I want to be inside you, but," I pointed to my skin-tight costume and flimsy shorts without pockets, now in a pile on the floor. "I don't have any alpha condoms."
"I'm not in heat," he said, "and you're not my fated mate." He looked pained. Was that regret? Did he wish I was his fated mate, or would he rather not have sex at all?
"Mate!" Sometimes, my reindeer picked up on words and ran with them. For the week-and-a-half since I'd last seen Silver, he'd crowed about coffee, cookies, and even tea whenever anyone mentioned them, as though the mere repetition of the word would send me back to Silver and Gold's Bakery.
Silver wasn't my mate. Even if he were, I believed him when he said he wasn't in heat. He smelled divine, like smoky cinnamon, and stronger than ever before, but I was in his bedroom, and he was naked. Of course I could smell his slick arousal.
"I'd love to finish what I started in the locker room," I said. "If you'll have me."
He gazed at me with a reverence I didn't deserve before shuffling to his nightstand and pulling out two towels. One, he lay on top of the comforter. The other he tossed to me. "For cleanup later."
We would have had towels in the locker room, too, but I loved a competent partner, and Silver checked all my boxes. He lay on his back, and I positioned him so he rested comfortably, knees bent, cushioning his hips and lower back on a pillow.
"Comfy?" I asked.
"Mm-hmm."
He looked so good in that position, his legs spread to give me easy access to his hole, his cock already hard and leaking. If I did this right, I could make him come two more times before the night was through, once on my cock, and again on my knot.
I got on my knees above Silver, again thankful for the size of his bed.
My toes angled over the edge, but I had plenty of room to spread him out and feast my gaze on his delectable body.
He looked every bit as human as I did, but the green glow of his eyes in the low light and the heat radiating from his skin hinted that his beast lurked beneath the surface.
His legs were toned from all the hours he spent standing on the concrete floors, and his quads were as thick and powerful as mine.
His pubic hair was a few shades darker than his gleaming silver mane, and it nestled prettily around his long, thick cock. Someday, I wanted him inside me.
But not tonight. Tonight was all about tasting my sweet baker's slick and filling him up with my cum. I skimmed my gaze up his hairless abdomen to his powerful chest. His nipples had an ethereal metallic gleam. They beaded upon first contact with my thumbs, and Silver hissed.
"Hurry," he whispered.
"Not a chance. I want to take my time with you." I leaned over him for a kiss, lowering my body just enough to trail my wet, sticky precome in his pubic hair.
He moaned into my mouth. "Please."
Gods, I couldn't wait to hear him begging me while I was between his legs. I meant what I said, though. I wanted to take my time. I kissed down his jaw to his earlobe. When I sucked it into my mouth, he gasped. I did the same on the other side, and his cock bobbed, leaving a wet spot on my abs.
Kissing my way down his chest, I rubbed his rock-hard nipples with my thumbs. I wanted to test how sensitive they were, but Silver was right. My need throbbed between my legs. I wanted to be inside him, and soon.
I ran the flat of my tongue over his stomach muscles, making them jump. When I reached his navel, the skin felt smooth and even. I pulled back to look at it. He had a tattoo of a cute little divot where his belly button should have been.
Silver lifted his head, meeting my gaze with a look of pure anguish. "It's … I'm not …"
"You're a dragon." I grinned up at him. "You hatched from an egg. No umbilical cord."
He dropped his head back onto his pillow and exhaled. "Right. That."
"I like it." I kissed and nipped at the skin, making him squirm and thrust his cock into the open space beneath my chin.
Though I wanted to take his cock into my mouth again, my destination lay lower.
I nuzzled into his pubic hair and below, licking along the seam where his hip connected to his thigh.
He'd washed up, but I could still taste the slightest hint of his slick.
I chased it beneath his balls and along his taint, each mouthful of skin delivering a little more slick with it until I lay my tongue flat over his entrance and licked.
"Gods, you taste so good," I whispered against his sensitive pucker. He squirmed, so I grabbed his hamstrings, holding them in place while I licked every spilled drop of his slick from the deep trench between his glutes to the backs of his balls.
"Please, Hart. Please?"
The last word was a whispered sob.
"I still need to open you up." Spearing my tongue, I shoved it against his tight flesh. Each lick inside relaxed him a little until I could slip a finger in alongside my tongue. Then two.
He whimpered when I sank back on my haunches, wiping the excess slick from my chin and licking it off my palm. I didn't want to waste a single drop.
I slid a third finger inside him to fill the void. He met my gaze and moaned. "Please. I want to come on your cock, like you said."
I wanted that too, but I had to know. Instead of asking if dragons had prostates, I circled my fingers inside him, looking for the telltale press of spongy flesh.
Silver arched off the bed with a shout and grabbed the base of his cock.
"Now, dammit," he shouted, his gaze locking with mine.
"If you don't get inside me now, I'm going to come without you. "
His body glistened with a sheen of sweat, and his gaze was frantic. He gripped his cock so hard, it was turning purple.
I tugged his hand from his cock and leaned over him again, pressing my lips to his for a moment. "I've got you."
I sat back up on my knees and circled my cock with the fingers I'd used to get him ready. Then I pressed them against his hole, and slick dribbled out, enough to cover my cock and then some.
Silver hissed when I slathered the rest over him. I felt his heartbeat against my fingers. He wasn't lying when he said he was already close.
I hadn't meant to torture him. He made a garbled sound in his throat when I finally pushed inside him, and then his whole body relaxed, his arms flopping onto the bed and his legs falling to the mattress on either side of me.
That all changed when I pulled out, almost to the point where my cockhead slipped free. He growled and curled into a crunch that would have made my trainers proud. Grabbing my shoulders, he pulled me down on top of him and locked his ankles behind my back, holding me inside.
I'd wished for an omega to take charge like this, but I loved the thrill of terror that ran down my spine when his claws dug into my shoulders. It wasn't enough to break the skin, but enough to know his dragon was close to the surface and wanted out.
I did that to him, sent him so far into mindless bliss that his beast took over. He held me in place and thrust his hips up, taking his pleasure from my pinned and powerless body. I gripped his shoulders and held on for the ride.
His hips froze beneath me and a low rumble shook the room.
His cock bounced, spurting between our bodies and covering us both in thick white ropes of cum.
I wanted to lick it off him, but I was too close to coming.
His channel squeezed around me, and I toppled over the edge.
My cock jetted deep inside him, and then my knot took over, locking us together.
My jaw ached. I touched my cheek to make sure I hadn't sprouted fur and grown a snout.
"Mate. Mark. Claim," my beast said. Nope. We were not having this conversation right now, not while I was still having the best sex of my life.
I tapped Silver's legs, and they flopped onto the bed on either side of me. Carefully, I slid up onto my knees, lifting him so he stayed in place on my knot as I adjusted beneath him.
"Where are you going?" His voice sounded small and rough after all the growling.
"I promised you a third orgasm," I reminded him. "I'm true to my word."