Page 10 of Soar

“What are you afraid of?” Gregori taunted. He dipped his head, and Salem stubbornly turned his mouth away. He was not kissing this asshole. But this didn’t deter Gregori. His wickedtongue licked a long stripe up the side of Salem’s neck to his earlobe, which he sucked into his mouth. A moan of longing and desire rose in Salem’s throat and his dick instantly hardened.

“Afraid you’ll enjoy it too much?” Gregori’s hot breath skimmed over his wet skin, sending goose bumps down his arms. Fuck, he could even feel his nipples hardening and Gregori had only licked him. His body betrayed him!

Gregori lowered his head again, and this time his teeth nibbled along Salem’s collarbone before licking his tender flesh. “Afraid you’ll beg me to fuck you harder, faster? Afraid you’ll lose your mind while riding my cock?”

With a snarl, Salem placed his hands against Gregori’s chest, only to find hot, silky skin waiting for him. He shoved with all he had, but the dragon was too fast for him. As Gregori rolled onto his back, he wrapped an arm around Salem’s waist, pulling him along for the ride. Salem ended up straddling his hips, the blankets a tangled mess between them.

“Even if we were to have sex, that’s all it would be,” Salem said. “Just like in Brazil. No strings. Just sex. It doesn’t mean anything else.”

“Did I say it would mean anything else?” Gregori’s smug tone had Salem itching to smack him. So, he did the next best thing. He kissed the shit out of him. The dragon couldn’t talk if his mouth was otherwise occupied.

Salem shoved his tongue into Gregori’s mouth, immediately tasting the mint of his toothpaste, but he quickly forgot it when those big hands cupped his ass and squeezed. He moaned, not caring about his earlier protests. His bone-deep exhaustion had evaporated, and he just wanted to get fucked. This wasn’t about being mates or being in a relationship—only carnal pleasure and getting off.

At least Gregori seemed to be on the same page now as he clawed at Salem’s clothes, breaking off their hungry kisslong enough to remove his shirt, pants, and briefs. Salem reached down to get rid of Gregori’s pants, but he only encountered endless skin. The devious sneak had climbed into bed completely naked!

Gregori rolled them across the bed so Salem was on his back again and shoved all the blankets to the floor. His hot mouth left Salem’s and kissed along his throat and down his chest. Salem spread his legs, fitting the dragon perfectly between them as Gregori paused to worry one nipple into a diamond-hard nub. As he moved to the other, Salem threaded his fingers in Gregori’s silky soft hair—long enough to drag along his skin like a tease—and tried to shove him lower. His cock ached and needed some goddamn attention, but Gregori only chuckled and continued his painfully slow pace lower.

“So annoying,” Salem said with a grunt while still managing to writhe as wave after wave of delicious pleasure washed through him.

“First you didn’t want sex. Now you want to rush it,” Gregori teased before licking Salem’s hip, purposefully avoiding Salem’s leaking dick like the bastard he was.

“Gregori!” he growled. “Fuck me already!”

“But your body isn’t ready for me.” Before Salem could argue, Gregori grabbed both of his legs and settled them on his shoulders. His breath grazed Salem’s dick and he could feel his ass lift into the air as if Gregori was preparing to thrust deep inside of him. A whine of need slipped out before he could catch it. “Do you have some lube or should I just prepare you with my tongue?”

A shiver ran through Salem’s entire body. It was so tempting to let Gregori fuck him mindless with his tongue. Their time in Brazil had been brain melting. But that would take all night, and it wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted Gregori’s thick, hard dragon cock stretching his ass and turning his brain to mush.

Without saying a word, Salem jerked open the drawer of his nightstand and dug inside. Useless things flew out to litter the floor as he searched. The entire time he worked, Gregori slowly licked up the side of his dick like he was licking an ice cream cone. He swirled his tongue around the head, lapping up the pre-cum to the point where Salem was a panting, frustrated mess who barely knew his own name.

A sob nearly broke from his throat when his fingers closed around the familiar tube and he thrust it at Gregori. “Here!”

The dragon plucked it from him as he finally took all of Salem’s cock to the back of his throat, sucking hard enough to make Salem’s eyes roll into the back of his head and his toes curl. The orgasm—which had been tightening like a stretched rubber band—came to the very edge of snapping, and Gregori allowed his cock to slip from his lips to slap loudly against Salem’s stomach.

Salem sucked in a ragged breath and was opening his mouth to shout at him when two slick fingers shoved into his hole, removing all knowledge of words and speech. The burn and stretch were so fucking wonderful. Gregori worked them in for several hard thrusts and pulled out.

“E-enough,” Salem stammered, lucky he even remembered the word. “Fuck me!”

Gregori moved, but not how Salem had expected. He thought the dragon would just push his cock inside in one smooth stroke, but he actually removed Salem’s legs from his shoulders and flopped down in the empty space beside Salem. His brain was still trying to figure out what the man was doing when he grabbed Salem and pulled him across his body.

“Since you just want to use my cock,” Gregori murmured, “I thought I’d let you ride me so you can run the show.”

Rage and indignation bubbled up from the pit of Salem’s stomach. He clenched his fists, ready to release a torrent ofcurses down on Gregori’s head, when the evil dragon grabbed his hips and adjusted him so he could push his cock unerringly into Salem’s waiting hole.

Oh God yes!

He tried to cling to those wisps of anger before they could blow away, but it was impossible now that he was so full again. Perfection. No one had ever felt this good to him. Sex had never been so amazing.

With his hands braced on Gregori’s chest, he started to move. Slowly at first, treasuring the wet slide and intense feel of Gregori’s girth rubbing against the walls of his channel. Even the way he was slightly leaned forward allowed his own dick to brush tantalizingly along Gregori’s rock-hard abdomen.

More.

He needed more.

He sped his movements up, fucking himself on Gregori’s cock harder and faster. Gregori’s hands tightened on his hips, fingers digging into his ass, threatening to leave bruises, and he loved it. He would never say it out loud to this stubborn dragon, but he loved all the ways Gregori touched him. It was as if the dragon knew all his secret sexy buttons without ever being told.

Gregori used his insane strength to lift Salem up and slam him down faster and faster, while also thrusting upward. The slap of their skin and their broken pants for air filled the room. Salem whimpered, the edge of his orgasm seeming to cut through him. So close. He was so close, but he couldn’t seem to topple over the edge no matter how good it felt.

Without needing to be told, Gregori lifted Salem up, removing his cock from him completely. Salem cried out, his brain trapped in a fog of need and desperation. He didn’t know how it happened, but he found himself on his hands and knees on the bed. Just as it was registering, Gregori slammed his cock back into him from behind. The dragon wrapped one arm acrossSalem’s chest, pinning his back against Gregori’s front, while his other hand frantically stroked Salem’s neglected dick.

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