Page 172 of Gemini Kings
Well, I know just what to do with all this.
I suck him off like a vacuum hose, my cheeks hollowing around his length, my tongue massaging his underside, my lips stretched tight around his width. All his resistance dissolves in urgent cries of pleasure and words of praise and desperate entreaty…finally, all those nice little phrases likepleaseandyesandoh Christ Vasilithat I’ve been waiting for.
Within seconds he’s spilling over my tongue, hot jets of spunk hitting the back of my throat, his hands locked around my head and his pelvis flexing into my mouth, the first hard peak of his typically quite extended orgasm.
I ride him out and gulp him down.
It’s important to keep up, unless I want him asphyxiating me with his spend or, what would be far more unaesthetic, unless I want his seed dripping out of my nose.
My own starved cock is simplyscreamingfor attention. I shift about and try to slide a hand around in front of me to attend to things.
But he’s paying very close attention to me indeed, just like a proper alpha (damn him) should. The moment I start to deviate from his diabolical plan, he growls, “Behave yourself. Or else I will bind you.”
Oh, indeed?
As if!
But, for some reason that utterly escapes me, this annoying little threat is nearly enough to make me climax on the spot.
I hiss with frustration and clasp my hands behind my back.
I really can’t imagine why I’m tolerating this imp who’s at least three years my junior bossing me about. Why I’m kneeling obediently at his feet with my cock aching and my hands behind my back and my mouth earnestly servicing his dick, more or less helpless to do anything but devote myself to satisfying him completely until I can coax his barbs to retract.
We’ve gotten through his first peak, but those barbs are still securely engaged. The only thing to do is bob my head diligently up and down his length, suck him like he’s a popsicle and I’m being timed on how quickly I consume him, and find the precise rhythm and pressure he likes most so I can coax him to spill in my mouth again.
All without using my hands.
It’s truly perplexing how intensely wild this entire setup is driving me. My dick is throbbing and jerking and I’m really starting to think he’s going to lure me into a hands-free orgasm just from blowing him—
No,he growls without speech.You do not climax without my consent. Do you understand?
I groan deep in my throat, a sound of violent protest.
The vibration triggers his next climax.
Or else it’s the mate bond snapping into place between us that triggers him, because neither one of us are natural telepaths, and we could never hear each other like this before.
Now there’s nowhere I can hide from him, not even in my thoughts.
He groans out my name and grips my head to hold me still and fucks my mouth and floods my tongue with gout after gout of dragon spunk. This climax is stronger than the last one and it goes on for ages. Again I swallow frantically, but this time I don’t quite manage everything he’s giving me. Trickles of his come leak past my lips and drip down my chin—
“Cheese on toast,” Zara whispers at my side. “Jesus, that’s hot.”
My eyes flash open. An unfamiliar heat climbs in my cheeks. I don’t have a modest bone in my entire body and I’m not normally one to blush, but I’ve certainly just been found in averycompromising position.
It must appear to her as though Maxim is calling the shots in this naughty tableau.
Zara’s slipped in so quietly neither one of us has noticed, which was very likely her intent. She stands beside us now, clearly pulled from sleep by the bond we share, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of hot pink lace panties and one of Lucius’ shirts half-unbuttoned so her gorgeous breasts threaten to spill out, her mermaid hair falling in a wild tangle nearly to her hips.
Neo looms behind her, shirtless and disheveled, his brawny arms wrapped around her waist, his wide eyes behind his spectacles riveted on the sight of me sucking Max’s dick. His mouth is open and his cheeks are flushed.
I experience a sudden violent urge to fuck the elusive Mr. Mercury until he screams.
“Good Lord, V,” he breathes. “That’s just so… wow.”
Zara reaches up to wind an arm around his neck and pulls his head down to hers. He bends to kiss her, his big hands fumbling to unbutton her.
Between a shower of hot kisses and plenty of Zara’s sexy sounds, Mercury gets her shirt unbuttoned in record time. Her lush breasts spill fully into view. Her curves are no longer swollen and engorged with mating heat, but she’s simply perfect, and her gentle fated mate has learned to be ruthless with her nipples and piercings.
