Page 54 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Touch me.” Elijah’s growled command rumbled clear through me, springing every hair follicle to life.
My body tensed, cells vibrating to do as told even though Elijah hadn’t voiced the order to me.
Jon reached for the button of Elijah’s slacks, gaze ensnared by intense pale eyes as he unbuttoned and unzipped what hindered him from obeying.
My breath left in a rush at the sight of Elijah’s hard length, flushed and straining upright. Pre-cum leaked from his slit in unnatural steady pulses, making my mouth water as it coated Jon’s fingers.
Forget the gentle glide of hands touching and learning a partner for the first time. Elijah and Jon’s forearms both flexed, rippling with muscle as they jerked each other off. To the root and back up, palm over the head and down, they moved in sync, their hips pressing up on every downward stroke.
The temptation to touch myself, fuck myself with my fingers while they worked each other over, made me dig my fingernails into my palms. I refused to get so caught up in my own need that I missed out on the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
A shudder rippled over Jon’s back. “Jesus, fuck.” He gulped.
Elijah yanked his head back and leaned in to devour his mouth, the combined scents of their arousal thick and heady in the air.
I found myself on my knees, crawling toward them, so far gone in my need I didn’t care I would interrupt what I’d claimed to only want to watch.
Elijah pulled away, and blinking, Jon glanced at me, his blue eyes hazed over.
“I—”
Jon tugged me forward and between them, tearing the words I’d intended from my mind. “Suck his cock, baby.”
I bent forward to do as told, my gaze snared by Elijah’s. Jaw clenched, he gently cradled my head in his hands as I placed mine on his thighs. At the first swipe of my tongue across his slit, the sweetness of his pre-cum flooded my senses. I licked and lapped, my pussy dripping with abandon in response to his flavor.
“Does he taste good?” Jon asked, leaning over me and reaching between my thighs. I widened my legs, desperate for his touch where I needed him most.
“Yes.” The word gasped past my lips as he cupped my sex.
“Take him deep,” Jon said, his voice rasped to hell. “Show him how talented your mouth is while I empty my balls inside your needy pussy.”
I whimpered and closed my mouth over Elijah’s crown.
He blinked twice as though trying to stay focused on my face and leaned back, giving me more room to work—and watch. Swirling my tongue, I moaned as another burst of his flavor smeared over my tongue. I swallowed the rush of saliva, stuffed my mouth with his cock, and closed my throat around his girth.
He growled, his jaw clenching, nostrils flaring.
“Mmm.” Jon lifted my hips, yanked my leggings and panties to my knees, and filled me with one thrust.
Soaked, swollen, and so damn ready for him, I didn’t do more than moan around Elijah’s girth.
“Her pussy is like silken fire,” Jon said, breathless, like he rode the edge of his orgasm. “So damn wet.” He slammed into me over and over until I couldn’t hold to a rhythm of lifting and sinking my mouth over Elijah’s length.
I whimpered, my eyes closing against the onslaught, the need to come.
Elijah’s hold on my face tightened, and he began thrusting in time with Jon, filling me, his control, both of their grunts, the glide and thrust of Jon’s cock deep inside me, causing a tingle to sweep up from my toes to my thighs—without a single touch to my clit.
Light exploded behind my eyes as my body detonated, and I arched my back, lifting my ass and moaning around Elijah.
“Christ!” Jon stabbed against my womb, his cock pulsing, filling me with his cum.
Elijah yanked my mouth off him, and grabbed hold of his cock, jerking his length in front of me. Two thrusts, and a deep groan rumbled from him as thick ropes of cum shot up across his stomach rather than on my face like I’d hoped for.
Still, at the first wave of his release shooting over his abs, I fractured anew as though connected to him. A ripple of throbbing pulses clenched my core around Jon’s cock emptying deep inside me.
My heart pounded, euphoric tingles rushing over my skin as we finished, both men’s hands gentling on my body. With a shuddering sigh, I draped over Elijah’s lap, my cheek on his thigh.
Elation soared through me far beyond what I’d expected or even dared to hope.
