Page 24 of Dragon Awakened

EMBER

“Remind me again why I agreed to have a girls' night tonight?" My voice cuts off on a moan, and I reach down to run my fingertips through Jianyu's short-cropped hair, arching upward into his exquisite tongue.

After a few rounds of athletic, enthusiastic sex, a room-service dinner, some more sex and a shower, I was starting to get dressed to go. But then I bent over to grab a pair of underwear out of the bag full of clothes Amy was so kind as to procure for me, and apparently the sight of my ass sticking out was too much for my men to resist. The next thing I knew, Rafe was behind me, his hot cock pressing into my bare skin. I barely had time to brace my hands against the wall before he was driving into me once more, and there went all my plans for leaving.

After Rafe and I shared earth-shattering orgasms like that, Malik picked me up and threw me on the bed. Lying on my back, staring up at him, I spread my thighs. He thrust himself into me without a moment's hesitation, splitting me open with his massive cock. I wrapped my legs around him and curled my fingers in the sheets as he drove me to yet another climax.

Malik might not have been here the first time Rafe, Jianyu and I christened this room, but he's been doing a great job making up for lost time.

Before Malik was even done, Jianyu knelt on the bed beside me, plucking at my breasts and slipping a hand between me and Malik to press hard on my clit. Malik and I came as one, my entire body spasming.

And it didn't matter that I'd been fucked a dozen times in the space of a few hours. When Malik rolled off and Jianyu moved around to take his place, I welcomed him in with open arms and open legs. He took me deep and slow, his mouth hovering over mine, our breathing one and the same.

It was only after we'd shared a rolling, fathomless peak, and he'd gone to fetch a washcloth to help clean me up, that I spread my arms out to the side. Utterly limp, I wondered aloud what had even been the point of taking a shower.

At which point Jianyu had dropped to his knees between my spread thighs. He'd tenderly cleaned me up with the washcloth before staring deep into my eyes and licking a hot stripe all up the length of me.

"Wouldn't want you to have to go to your friend's house messy, would we now?" he rasped.

And now here I am, being coaxed up toward an impossible pinnacle yet again, wondering why on earth I have to go to my friend's house at all. Jianyu's mouth is soft and wet against my tender flesh; I feel like I've barely come down from my last orgasm, and yet I'm careening upward yet again.

Rafe comes to sit on the bed beside me. For the first time in hours, he's sort of dressed, which is disappointing to say the least. Leaning down, he kisses my brow. "Having friends is good for you."

Moaning, I push upward into the lush pressure of Jianyu's tongue. "So is this."

Jianyu slips a couple of fingers inside me, and I shudder, clenching around him.

Panting hard, I concentrate, chasing the gathering tendrils of ecstasy gathering deep within me. I'm exhausted and wrung out; my muscles don't want to work, but I find the strength.

"One more," Jianyu murmurs against my pussy.

My final orgasm splinters me into a million pieces, and I drift on its shattered wisps for what seems like forever. When the shimmering pleasure fades, I drop my legs from around Jianyu's neck. They're made of rubber, and the rest of me might be, too.

"Thanks," I mumble, patting his shoulder.

Jianyu chuckles and parts wetly from my spasming flesh. He leaves a slick kiss on my inner thigh. "Any time."

"Come on." Malik gathers a fresh set of clothes for me and sets them on the bed. Jianyu grabs a silky, black pair of panties and helps me into them.

I pout, but my heart's not in it. Before Rafe distracted me, I was excited to head over to Amy's for a much-needed girls' night.

Settling the waistband of my underwear against my hip, Jianyu brushes his lips over my skin. His dark gaze meets mine. "Can't wait to take these off of you again later."

My insides flutter. Part of me wants to stay here forever in this room with these men. What we have is all-consuming, so intense that I can scarcely think of anything--or anyone--outside of it

With a groan, I force myself to sit up.

But that's the precise reason why they're right.

The healthier choice--at least every now and then--is to leave.

"Another round?" Freya asks, holding up her empty martini glass.

Amy downs what's left in hers, leaving her with a vodka-infused chocolate-milk mustache. "Absolutely."

"Just one more," I allow, swirling my glass before taking a sip.

I've had a couple already, and they've left me pleasantly buzzed, but I don't want to tip all the way over into drunk. As it is, I'm lightly melting into Amy and Rhiannon's couch.

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