Page 21 of Drawn By Dragonblood
My breath caught. Body quivered. My toes tingled as my release rose upward, rushing toward the massive need deep inside of me. I should have fallen and been swept up in the vortex of the wind, lust, and euphoria awaiting me...
I opened my eyes.
The bamboo sheets of Elijah’s guest bed tangled around my legs. I reached for Jon, so damn aroused a mere flick of my clit would send my pussy into spasms as it had before I’d fallen asleep.
The bed beside me felt cold to the touch.
“Jon?” I called hoarsely, lifting my head, hoping like hell he would be up for another round to sate the ungodly need storming inside me.
The room sat empty, the door to the bathroom open and revealing darkness beyond.
A brief moment of panic caught my breath.
Had he left me? Made love to me one last time before taking off because I lusted after another man? My throat thickened and eyes stung.
Jon’s backpack sat by the door, his sweatshirt thrown over the back of a chair.
He was still here. Somewhere.
Expelling a huge breath, I let my head fall back to the pillow. He hadn’t seemed upset by my traitorous body, but Jon had always acted carefree, arrogant almost, around others. As if nothing in the world bothered him, when I knew the skeletons in his closet and loved him even more because of them. Was he putting on a front? Hiding pain I had caused him?
I chewed on the inside of my lip, sure his eyes and smile hadn’t lied.
He’d worshiped my body earlier. There was no possible way he’d faked the emotion on his face while filling me. My core pulsed with the desire for another dose of dick but for more than my husband’s.
Mind racing and stomach unsettled by my thoughts, I climbed off the bed, needing to move.
Our combined cum from before napping sliding down my thighs. “Damn.” I frowned and cupped myself while awkwardly walking to the bathroom. “You’d think he hadn’t come in two weeks rather than two hours.” Shaking my head at the amount of Jon’s semen leaking from me, I sat on the toilet, my arousal easing slightly.
Cleaned up but still naked, I meandered back into the bedroom, hands on my hips. Hunger clenched my stomach, and a glance out the window revealed it had to be past our usual suppertime.
How long had I slept?
Sex twice in one day and still feeling decidedly naughty, I didn’t bother pulling on panties but went straight for the only pair of clean leggings I had left. I strapped the girls into a bra, however, since I wasn’t about to reveal to the world for one more minute what our host did to my libido.
Neither man sat in the living room or kitchen, but the thump of music spilled from the ajar door beneath the stairs leading to the lower reaches of Elijah’s home. I pulled it open, the warm light beckoning me deeper from the top tread.
Another stairwell with magical lights enticed me downward. A similar hewn cavern lay at the bottom but less than half the size of the kitchen area. The door on the right stood open spilling a Nine Inch Nails song, its beat one Jon and I had fucked to plenty of times. Heavy breathing and grunts reached my ears—and immediately a jolt of lust shot between my thighs.
My mind having a heyday over thoughts of Jon and Elijah tangled together, I hurried across the smooth stone floor, my bare feet silent. Fingers itching for the camera still buried in my bag, I peeked through the slightly ajar door. A workout room lay beyond but didn’t reveal anything sexual. My breath left in a rush as I realized I had hoped to see the opposite.
I wanted to catch Jon’s hands on Elijah and vice versa. I also lusted to be between them, all three of us a tangle of legs and arms and grasping hands.
Face hot and heart pounding over the image in my head, I filled my gaze with the two men doing dumbbell curls. They stood with their backs to me. One blond and wearing a sweat-stained T-shirt, the other dark-haired, the bare skin of his torso on display. Both had broad shoulders and were ripped enough to flood any hot-blooded woman’s mouth with a rush of drool.
Muscles flexed in their upper arms and shoulders. Tight asses clenched beneath thin cotton.
I would never be able to hear that damned song again without imagining a sweaty, man-on-man sandwich with me squashed between. I also should have worn the panties as wetness smeared against the cotton lining of my leggings.
Elijah was the first to put down his dumbbells and turn as though he’d felt my hidden presence and stare.
Our gazes collided, and I found my lips parting but unable to form a word. A sheen of sweat covered his cut chest and matted the spattering of black hair. The happy trail of a lifetime cut between those lush muscles that created a V at his hips and disappeared beneath his low-slung shorts.
My mouth dried.
“Dakota.”
Caught in the act of lusting, I jerked my head toward Jon, expecting the worst. Heat flushed through me from head to toes.
