Chapter 11
Jewel
“Oh!” In all the chaos, I’d totally forgotten that I’m not wearing anything. I scan the floor for my discarded clothes. “I can put something on if it’ll make you more comfortable.”
He chuckles and adjusts his cock in his pants so it’s not pressing into the seam. “I’m comfortable, Nurse No-Pants. Just hurry up so we can get back to what we were doing, which I’m pretty sure was making you come all over the couch.”
I blush head to toe at his suggestive teasing. Reaching for Mr. Whiskers, I say, “Let me feed him his real food on the way so he doesn’t bug us again.”
In the kitchen, I quietly scold the cat while I fill up his dish with kibble. “You didn’t have to attack him, Don Bigotes. You could have meowed politely. Or, you know, waited, since I left you with a full bowl of food this morning.”
Mr. Whiskers pointedly ignores me, his ears flattening back as he chows down, so I head for the bathroom medicine cabinet, where I find a tube of antibiotic cream and gauze bandages for Myrran’s poor tail and back.
The cat really got him. They’re not deep, just little beads of blood, but they still need some attention.
Thank goodness he was still wearing clothes, or it could have been a lot worse.
I grab my fuzzy lavender robe from its hook on the bathroom door on the way out, wrapping the belt securely around me.
He said he was comfortable with my nudity, but I remember his flinch when I asked him to take his shirt off earlier.
I’m not sure what was going on with that, but it’s probably better if we’re not being sexual when I ask him to take it off again.
When I return to the living room, he’s still standing awkwardly in the middle of the rug where I left him. “I didn’t want to get blood on the sofa,” he explains, sensing my question.
“That’s very thoughtful of you. Do you want to take off your shirt and lie on your belly? That way…” I trail off when he flinches again at the word belly. “Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, rubbing one horn. “No, that’s not true. I have a little hangup about my stomach, I guess. It’s…soft.”
I stare at him, confused. “And that’s…bad?”
“It’s not cut like the guys you probably date.” He shrugs, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m dating you,” I point out. His physique is one of the first things that attracted me to him, his broad torso and thick thighs.
His juicy butt. And I had plenty of opportunity to feel him on the rink today, to press up against him when he kept me from falling.
To grab his love handles and hold on for dear life as he towed me around the ice.
To admire his sexy ass and powerful legs as he skated around me in circles.
I would have complimented him more, but I thought that was second-date material.
“It’s not like most other dragons, either. Our species is naturally low body fat. Most of my kind practically hatch with a six-pack.”
“I’m not dating them, am I?” To my surprise, I’m a little angry that he has any reason to doubt my attraction to him.
“Let me be really clear. Your body is exactly what I like to feel and look at. When you’re ready to show me, I’m going to be all over that shit.
All over it,” I repeat, grinning when he breaks into a shy smile. “Got it?”
He nods slowly. “Got it.”
“I’m Nurse No-Pants right now, though, so take off your shirt and lie down.” I turn my back to him so he has a little privacy.
“Okay,” he says a beat later, letting me know he’s ready for me to look.
I turn around, expecting to find him face-down on the sofa, but he’s not. He’s standing there, shirtless, arms spread, as if to say this is me.
I can’t help smiling. He looks even better than I thought he would. His thick belly and thighs are in perfect proportion with his broad, muscled chest and arms. He looks like he can protect me and feed me. He looks huggable.
“Hot. That’s my professional diagnosis,” I say, very obviously checking him out.
He huffs a self-conscious laugh. “You think so?”
“I think I’d like to spend all night sleeping on you like a mattress.”
His cheeks flush, and it’s adorable. “That can definitely be arranged.”
I circle around him, cleaning his scratches and dabbing them with ointment, sticking bandages on the worst of them, which are mostly on his tail. When he’s all patched up, I tuck the first aid supplies into the pocket of my robe. “All done.”
Myrran reaches for me, grabbing the belt of my robe to pull me into him so he can press his nose to the top of my head and take a deep breath. “How’s my girl doing?” he asks. “Still into this?”
“If by this, you mean spending the night together? Um, yes.” I untie my robe, letting it fall open.
He slips a hand inside, running his fingers along the curve of my waist and upward to up my breast. He cups it, squeezing, then ducks down to lick my nipple, softly at first, and then rougher, with harsh pulls and scrapes of his teeth.
My knees are instantly jelly, and I have to wrap my arms around his neck to stay upright. “Carry me to the bedroom,” I order, voice a little quivery. “That way we can shut the door so Mr. Whiskers doesn’t interrupt again.”
He immediately scoops me up, heading first in the wrong direction, toward my roommate’s door.
“Other one!” I call. He reverses course, barreling into my room and launching us both into the soft, pillowy comfort of my bed.
“Gods, I’ve dreamed of this,” he breathes, cupping my face for the briefest moment before devouring my mouth in a mostly-human-style kiss that steals my breath.
Then just as quickly, he’s working his way down my body, heading straight for my begging, tingling clit that’s been edged so many times tonight, I think it might go off as soon as he puts his mouth on it.
“Wait,” I say, putting a hand on his shoulder. His scales are surprisingly soft and smooth, barely catching even when I run my fingers against the grain. “Why don’t you take off your pants and flip the other way so I can play with you while you play with me?”
“I want to spoil you,” he argues.
Is he really arguing with me about this? “Spoil me with your dick in my face.”
He barks a loud laugh. “Fine.”
He shucks his denim and boxer briefs in one go, dropping them off the edge of the bed, and then turns around so our parts line up as we lie on our sides. His cock bobs in front of me, swollen and dripping. Promising ridges line its length, and my core clenches as I imagine it sliding inside me.
I grasp the shaft, my fingers barely meeting around the surprisingly pliable ridges. “Oh my god, you’re huge.”
“You should see the other one.”
“Other one?!” I squeak, scanning him for a second dick. None being apparent, I ask, “What other one?”
Myrran pushes my legs apart and slicks his tongue through my folds. My clit jolts to attention, sending tendrils of pleasure snaking through me.
I whimper involuntarily, writhing toward his touch, but he pulls back slightly to answer my question.
“My feral form has two. He’s huge—really huge, too big for this apartment.
It’s actually against the law to go full feral within city limits.
But I can…um…sort of half-shift if you’re interested in two more manageable ones. ”
“Oh.” I don’t even know how to process that. What would I do with two dicks as delicious as the one in my hands? Good things. Dirty things. I’m just not sure what. Overwhelmed, I struggle to formulate a reply.
“Maybe next time?” he suggests, sounding amused. “We can stick with one for now.”
“That sounds great. Both the next time and the this time.”
His tongue slicks over me again, stroking against the side of my clit. It’s so intense already, but I don’t want him to stop, either. I want him to feel as good as I do. He needs to catch up with me! So I guide the head of his cock between my lips, licking up the drops of moisture there.
He tastes a little bitter and sweet, like good chocolate, with a hint of smoke and salt.
It’s the perfect distraction, dividing my attention just enough that I can hold off my impending orgasm.
I swirl my tongue around the head and then take him as far down my throat as I can—not far, considering my jaw only opens so wide—and make up the difference with my stacked fists.
His cock pulses against my palms as I stroke and suck him, my channel clenching sympathetically around his tongue as he thrusts it inside me.
“Fuck,” we both say at the same time, through our respective mouthfuls. His thighs are shaking with the effort of holding back, and I think mine are, too. Neither one of us is going to last long at this rate. Tension coils inside me, begging for release.
“Maybe we should come and get it over with so we can have a longer round two?” I suggest.
Myrran gives an appreciative growl that I can feel in my core. “You’re speaking my language. I’m always down for seconds.”
He dives back between my legs, playful curiosity gone. Now he sucks harder on my clit, his tongue flicking over my sensitive clit in a relentless pattern that has my toes curling.
I can feel Myrran’s excitement growing too, his cock swelling against my tongue even more, breaths growing harsher, his tail swishing more rapidly and thumping on the mattress with each moan I let out. We’re so in sync, I can’t imagine how explosive it’s going to be when we both tip over the edge.
His movements become more focused, his fingers plunging into me, tongue pressing against my clit with a fierce need that mirrors my own.
A wave of pleasure so intense I arch off the bed breaks over me.
I let his cock slide out of my mouth so I don’t bite him by accident, every muscle in my body tensing in a jerky, shuddering tantrum of ecstasy.
I come so hard, I almost roll off the bed, jamming my face into a pillow to muffle my scream.
For a few long, torturous moments, he laps gently at me, wringing out the last few drops of my orgasm and soothing my tender pussy. But then his hips circle, bumping the head of his cock against my shoulder.
“Greedy,” I tease. He just grunts in response, still sipping at me, drunk on desire.
I’m greedy, too. Greedy to feel him inside me.
But first I want to blow his mind a little, just like he did for me.
And if there’s one thing I know as a single girl in the city, it’s that the best way to blow a man’s mind is to blow his dick.