Chapter Nine #3
Jules gasped, following with a moan. Oh, yes. He was going to love getting his cock sucked. Elouan took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip. Oh, Goddess! The flavor alone might be Elouan’s new addiction.
This wasn’t even close to Elouan’s first time, and he’d learned with practice how to bring a man off quickly.
Quick wasn’t what he wanted. He rolled Jules’s balls in his fingers, gripping Jules's shaft with one hand, stroking in time with his sucks, the strokes growing shorter and the sucking longer as Elouan worked his way down Jules’s beautiful cock.
Jules threaded his fingers through Elouan’s hair, tugged, then stilled. “I’m sorry!” he mumbled.
Elouan pulled off long enough to say. “Don’t be. You can play with my hair, pull it, do whatever you want to do.”
Jules let out a groan that must’ve started at his toes and obeyed, clutching Elouan’s hair and thrusting into his mouth.
Elouan continued worshipping Jules’s cock. He wanted to strip them both and slide inside, but no. He’d start slowly and work his way from there. Though not an omega dragon, Jules was undoubtedly a human omega and deserved reverential treatment.
A burst of precum hit Elouan’s tongue. He released Jules’s balls to palm his own cock through his jeans. Friction! He needed friction.
Jules pushed him away. “No! I want to take care of you, too.”
Oh, yes. So omega he made Elouan’s toes curl. “You are, by letting me enjoy. I’ll worry about myself later.”
Jules flopped back onto the bed, resuming his grip on Elouan’s head, hips bucking wildly now.
Elouan held still, lips parted, letting Jules fuck his mouth. His taking control shot an arrow of lust straight to Elouan’s groin. He’d open his jeans and pull out his cock if doing so wouldn’t throw off his rhythm.
“Ohhh…” Jules moaned low, releasing a string of unintelligible sounds. Pleasure ensnared him, and Elouan reveled in being the source of his ecstasy. The scent of Jules’s arousal flooded the air.
Elouan gripped Jules’s thighs, helping to guide him. He’d become wild, writhing on the bed, clinging to Elouan’s hair in an unyielding grasp.
“Oh, Elouan, I’m gonna…I’m gonna….”
The muscles beneath Elouan’s fingers tensed. Jules’s back bowed off the bed. Elouan sank down all the way onto Jules’s cock.
Jules shuddered, pumping his load into Elouan’s mouth, pulse after pulse. Elouan took every drop. Jules at last stilled, released Elouan’s head, and collapsed onto the bed.
Elouan shot to his feet, finally releasing his painful cock, and stroked hard and fast, one hand pressing behind his balls. Jules lay like a debauched vision on the bed, arms outstretched, making eye contact.
Those eyes. So mesmerizing. Elouan couldn’t look away. He gazed into the blue depths, shoving into his fist. He hung suspended in the moment before orgasm, the pressure building, already so far gone he couldn’t stop now if he tried.
Jules surged upward, mouth open, tongue extended.
Oh shit! Elouan’s cock pulsed, spurting cum. The first shot missed Jules’s mouth, hitting his cheek instead. Jules caught the next spurt, then wrapped his lips around the head of Elouan’s cock.
Oh, fuck! Elouan let loose, firing his load into the wet heat of Jules’s mouth. He threw his head back, shuddering through his climax.
Damn! So fucking good!
Elouan collapsed onto the bed, crawled over Jules, and lay on his side next to him, winded.
Damn. Just…damn. He pulled Jules more completely onto the bed, shifted until they were face to face, and pressed a kiss to Jules’s mouth before withdrawing with a contented sigh, tasting himself on Jules’s lips.
A mixture of joy and awe shone in Jules’s eyes and bright smile, and for a moment Elouan’s heart soared, because he was the one to put that look there. His own smile bloomed to life. He’d never wanted someone more, nor had he ever wanted them just as badly once the sex ended.
“That was…” Jules trailed off, wiping errant cum off his face with the back of his hand, then licking his skin. He didn’t need to say more. Elouan understood completely.
“Yes, it was.” If only Jules was an omega dragon, then Elouan could keep him forever. His dragon expressed its contentment in flashes of brief images of Elouan and Jules together, feelings, and the occasional purr.
Elouan’s dragon wanted Jules too. Why? Why did the dragon want a human?
The dragon never expressed himself with words, only feelings, but one impression filled Elouan’s mind: Want!
Elouan woke to find bright blue eyes regarding him thoughtfully and couldn’t help a smile. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hey, yourself.” Jules lifted his head, staring over Elouan’s head. He bolted upright. “Shit! I need to get home.”
“Shower first?”
Jules glanced down at his body. “Might be a good idea.”
Elouan wiped himself down and dressed while Jules showered and got ready to leave.
As much as he didn’t want to, he bundled Jules into the truck, the evening having turned decidedly cool. He rounded the truck toward the driver’s side, peering in through the window.
For one brief second, he swore he saw a dragon’s aura around Jules’s head.