Page 35 of Visions of You
Jaron wouldn't budge, though. "But I like being on top of you," he said with a smirk.
Keegan was physically weaker than a dragon, but he had other talents.
He let his hands roam the dragon's back, feeling the ridges of his spine and the powerful wings that sprouted from the base of his shoulder blades. Jaron's tail twitched as Keegan's fingertips brushed the area where skin turned into scales.
He knew from his visions how sensitive Jaron's wings were, knew that just the lightest touch could drive the dragon wild.
And sure enough, as soon as Keegan's fingers brushed against the soft, leathery skin, Jaron let out a choked moan, eyes fluttering closed.
Keegan dug his fingers into the base of Jaron's wings, right where they met his back, and Jaron's body went rigid above Keegan's.
"Fuck," he panted. "What are you doing?"
Keegan smirked, using Jaron's momentary distraction to his advantage. He surged up, flipping them over so that he was the one straddling Jaron's hips, his hands braced on either side of Jaron's head.
"Making you feel good," he said, leaning down to capture Jaron's lips in a searing kiss.
Jaron moaned into his mouth, his hands coming up to grip Keegan's hips, his fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to bruise. Keegan enjoyed the sensation, the sharp sting of pain mixed with the heady pleasure of Jaron's touch.
He ground his hips down against Jaron's, feeling the hard length of him through the fabric of his pants. Jaron bucked up to meet him, his breath coming in harsh pants as they moved together, the friction delicious and maddening all at once.
Keegan grinned and pushed Jaron's pants down just enough to free his cock, letting out an appreciative hum at the sight of it. Jaron was thick and long, his shaft flushed and leaking precum. Keegan's mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.
He gave Jaron's cock a few firm strokes, relishing the way Jaron's hips jerked up into his touch. The dragon was already panting, his chest heaving with each breath.
"You like that?" Keegan murmured, leaning down to press a teasing kiss to the tip.
Jaron let out a strangled sound, his fingers tightening in the sheets. "Keegan…"
Keegan smiled before taking Jaron into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. He loved the weight of Jaron's cock on his tongue, the musky taste of him. He took Jaron deeper, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed his head.
Jaron cursed loudly, his hips jerking up despite his obvious effort to hold still. Keegan could feel the tremors running through his body, could hear the harsh pants falling from his lips. He looked up at Jaron through his lashes, meeting the dragon's heated gaze.
Jaron's pupils were blown wide with lust, his face flushed. He was gorgeous like this, all carnal desire.
Keegan wanted to possess him—and not just sexually. He wanted to claim this dragon as his own forever, to keep him by his side for as long as he was alive.
It was a dangerous desire, and one he couldn't afford to indulge. But as Jaron's hands tangled in his hair, urging him on, it was hard to remember all the reasons he was supposed to resist.
He wanted to bite Jaron again. He wanted to fuck him and bite him at the same time, turn Jaron intohis.
He wanted that bad.
He pulled off Jaron's cock with a lewd pop, giving it a few more firm strokes. Jaron whined at the loss of Keegan's mouth, his hips chasing the friction as Keegan nipped at the column of his throat, unable to resist the urge to mark him. He trailed a path of stinging kisses down to Jaron's collarbone, relishing the way Jaron squirmed beneath him.
Reaching between them, he took both of their cocks in hand and stroking them together. The slide was easier with the precum that had gathered at the tips, and Keegan groaned at the sensation.
Jaron's hands scrabbled at his back, his blunt nails scratching Keegan's skin. Keegan reveled in it, loved the way hisdragon was coming apart, losing his mind to Keegan and turning into the beast he harbored inside.
Wanting to push him to his limits, Keegan increased the pace of his strokes, twisting his wrist on every upstroke in the way he knew would drive Jaron wild. Jaron let out a broken moan, his back arching off the bed.
He cursed again. "Fuck," he huffed sharply. "Fuck, Kee, I want, I need…" He panted. "I need more than that."
A thrill went through Keegan at the raw desperation in the dragon's voice.
Hewas doing that to him.
"I want to fuck you," Jaron begged, unashamed. "I have to?—"
