Thirty Three #3
“So was I,” he admits, and my eyes spring open. “Seeing that dagger come toward you with your own hand, the night you lifted that poker to your wrist flashed in my mind…” His throat bobs with a rough swallow. “Do not do that to me again.”
We eye each other for a moment, and even though I had already vowed it, I nod.
“I promise.”
He relaxes into the furs, releasing a heavy breath. “Good.”
“You need rest.”
“I need you,” he murmurs, eyes dropping for a moment before they fly open once more. “Don’t leave me.”
I lay down, curling myself around him. “Never.”
We sleep for a while, waking to have some food and drink, but the next time I open my eyes, I wake to fingers running through my hair.
“I hate how short it is,” I mumble.
“You look just as beautiful,” Rohan says, stroking the tip of my ear, “And it will grow back.”
I sigh into him. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.” A pause. “But I think you can make me feel even better.”
I rise up on my elbow and look down at him, at the gleam in his eyes.
“Rohan, you’re hurt.”
His eyes glow. “So, make me better.”
I scowl. “That won’t make it better.”
He raises a brow. “Having your lips around my cock will make it tremendously better.”
“Rohan,” I laugh.
“Come on, Little Whisperer,” he says huskily. “Make me feel better by putting my cock in your mouth.”
I bite my lip, and his eyes drop to it, nostrils flaring.
“Don’t make me beg.”
I blink in surprise and look back at the tent flap, wondering if someone will come in before I’m straddling him gently, placing a gentle kiss to his lips and pulling the furs back.
Rohan studies me, eyes darkening as I continue until I reach his hips, cock springing free.
I never would have thought one could make my mouth water like it does when I look at him. And then I remember it being inside of me, bringing me so much pleasure and I squirm.
“Put it in your mouth,” Rohan growls, reaching down and grabbing the base.
My eyes flick up to his and I lean forward, giving it a little lick.
“Alara,” he warns, his tone dropping to a deeper rumble, and I shiver.
I kiss down his shaft, listening as his breathing speeds up.
I can tell he wants to grab me, shove his cock down my throat, and any other time I would want that after what we did the other day, but I do want to make him feel better.
Kissing my way back up, I swirl my tongue around his tip, watching as his hips rise a little, and then I engulf the head, causing him to groan.
“Fuck, look at you sucking my cock like it’s the best thing you have ever had.”
It is.
I moan around him and take him a little deeper.
“That’s it, can you take a little more?” I do. “Such a brave girl you are, sucking a Dragonbond’s cock when anyone can walk in and see.” His hand lifts and strokes down the side of my face before grabbing his cock, holding it steady. “Faster.”
I drag my lips back up, and then down again, causing myself to gag as he groans out his appreciation. I speed up, and the noise is obscene, but I feel myself getting wet.
“Gods,” he breathes, jaw tight. “Fuck, what you do to me. You undo me.” I moan. “Do you want it?” I nod. “Tell me Alara, tell me you want my cum inside of you.”
I pull off with a pop. “I want it,” I breathe, and he grabs the back of my head and pushes me back down on his cock as he erupts, using me, dragging my mouth up and down.
“Fuck, fuck.” He moans, neck arching as tears leak out of my eyes while I swallow everything he gives me.
Rohan relaxes back into the bed when he’s done, breathing heavily and I lap at his cock, cleaning him up.
I smile at the way he jolts when I kiss his head, and his eyes pop open, the purple ring almost shining as he reaches forward and pulls me up.
“Rohan, your wounds.”
“Fuck my wounds.” He says, and crashes his lips against mine.
I moan into the kiss as his hands move down my body, underneath the tunic and into the pants I’m wearing.
“So wet for me,” he whispers against me, and then he’s shoving two fingers into me.
I arch, moaning at the thickness of his fingers.
“Ride them, that’s it.” His other hand goes to my hip, rocking me with the motion.
“You wish this was my cock, don’t you?” I nod, a needy groan coming from me.
“Yeah you do, don’t worry, come tonight I will be stretching and filling you, just like you want. ”
“Rohan,” I whimper, tightening around his fingers, and then he touches that spot inside of me and I’m flying.
“Beautiful,” I hear him say as my vision blurs, white-hot pleasure racing though me as I come apart on his fingers.
My hands go to his chest, holding myself up as he lazily strokes me while I come down. When my breathing is steady, and I jolt from being sensitive, Rohan pulls his hand from my pants and I watch with dazed eyes as he puts his fingers into his mouth.
“Delicious” he murmurs around them.
I blush, and he chuckles, bringing his free hand to the back of my head and pulling me down for another kiss.
There is no heat to it, just connection and satisfaction as he hums.
“I feel much better now,” he sighs.
“Sleep,” I tell him, and he chuckles, holding me tight against him.