Page 20 of The Dragon's Flamebound Mate
I whimpered with need.
“What do you want? Specifically. I’m here to serve you.”
Oh fuck. That shouldn’t have been so hot. Something in his gaze told me that I needed to be honest and direct.
“On your knees. I want you to suck me off.”
His eyes flashed, and for a moment they looked like the eyes of his dragon. Then he dropped to the floor without hesitation. Again, I was pushed against the wall, this time with his hands on my hips, holding them firmly. He nuzzled his face into my groin.
“Even freshly clean, you smell like you. Pine and morning rain. You’re so fucking perfect, Ash.”
I opened my mouth to tell him he was the perfect one, but then his mouth was on my balls. He drew them into his mouth one by one, his tongue teasing my sack. It was a sensation I’d never experienced before and amped up my desire in a way that shocked me and had my knees ready to give. If his hands hadn’t been on my hips, I might easily have ended up on the shower floor.
Pleasure shot through me, radiating down my limbs like an electric current as he continued his worship with his mouth. Zayne dove in with the same intensity he put into everything else.
He let my balls drop from his lips and then he moved to the base of my cock. His lips pressed against the base and his tongue laved at my hard length.
“Zayne...” I breathed. I reached down to thread my fingers into his hair, then stilled. I held my hips steady, even as his grip loosened, not wanting to buck into his face.
“Let yourself go, love. I can take all of you.”
He worked his way up my length and kissed the tip of my cock before swallowing the whole thing down in one quick motion. His gaze met mine. Water droplets coated my lashes, and the spray hit his face. I etched the image into my memory. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
His eyes told me he wanted me to let go completely, and he gave me a slight nod. Zayne hummed around my length.
I couldn’t stop my hips from thrusting, even if I wanted to. It felt too good, my brain no longer in control. My cock slid deeper into his mouth. His eyes rolled back in pleasure. He kept his mouth open and let me fuck his mouth. No. Not let me, encouraged me.
Gripping his hair, I held him still while I worked my cock in and out of his mouth. His tongue swirled around my length. In and out I went, my mate making sexy sounds of pleasure with each movement, his own cock pushing his wet track pants into a tent.
Then he was drawing me in deeper, so deep I feared I was going to choke him.
“Zayne, I’m so close, baby. So fucking close.”
“Come for me. Come on me.” His words were mumbled as he spoke around my cock, and they hit me like a command, my body reacting accordingly. I slipped from his mouth and instead of thrusting back inside, he gripped the base of my cock and began to stroke.
I came with a shout, covering him with my cum.
As I came down from my orgasm, I nearly collapsed from the intensity of it. Zayne helped me sink to the floor. We held each other under the warm spray for a long while.
I reached for him, ready to return the favor, but he stopped me with a laugh. “No need, mate.”
I arched a brow. “Really?”
“Really. Good thing we’re already in the shower.”
I laughed and rested my head against his shoulder. “I just wish we were home.”
He helped me to my feet and together we washed the spend from our bodies. I wished my cum could linger longer on his skin and perhaps soak in to mark him as mine.
“I feel the same, mate.”
“Did I say that out loud?” How embarrassing.
“No, but I can read it on your face. I have similar thoughts about marking you. Some day I want to fill you full of my cum and then plug your ass so it stays there all day, then later I’ll unplug you and fill you all over again.”
That should not have sounded sexy, but fuck me, it was.
Desire shot through me and my cock hardened again. I groaned against him. “Zayne. You can’t say that when we’re supposed to be cleaning up. We’ll never leave this shower.”
