Page 42 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
The overflow of cum drips from the corners of my lips and onto the floor. Lowell makes a vexed expression at this, his eyes narrowing predatorily.
“Swallow it,” he snarls, pinching my nose.
The thick load catches at the back of my tongue, the taste of his release slightly sweet yet tangy. As it fills my cheeks, I diligently swallow in multiple gulps to not let it burst past my lips again.
“What a nice sight,” he coos.
When the final bead trickles down my throat, Lowell’s cock throbs as he lets out one last raspy groan, the last of his cum spreading across my awaiting tongue. His body shakes violently as I squeeze him dry, dropping limp.
I lift off his cock, choking down the last mouthful with a heavy gulp. Finally able to breathe again, I swallow in an abundance of air and let out a rasping cough.
Lowell heaves a satisfied sigh, his eyes half-lidded and shining with gloss. He raises a hand to caress my cheek in his rough palm, a thumb wiping at the corners of my lips.
The digit pops into my mouth, urging me to lick up the remnants of his orgasm.
“Can’t have you wasting any of it,” he says, smug.
Even if it is for a selfish reason, I hold his hand in my own. Leaning into his comforting touch, electricity zaps down my spine. The warmthis lovely.
“Was it good?” I ask, watching his dick remain hard and straining.
Lowell’s scoff is bratty, a touch of his previous embarrassment remaining. “No. It was terrible.”
I laugh coyly, swatting him on the chest, but leaving my hand to cup his pectoral. “Then this makes us even.”
The area above Lowell’s eyebrows raises. “Even? May, I had you coming so hard tears streamed down your face in a sob.” He touches beneath his eyes, then shows me the pads of his fingers. “See? No tears. You have a few more times to go to make up for it.”
I bite my lip, hiding a smile. His crass words have my stomach exploding with butterflies. “I didn’t realize my debt was so deep. I know there is no chance in hell you’d ever tell me if I was the best you ever had, true or not.”
Eyes perking up, Lowell’s smile goes crooked. “Ah, so you admit it. I knew you were a fucking liar. I was the best, wasn’t I?” He laughs so brightly, his eyes crinkle.
Absolutely.
“I decline to answer. So you’ll just have to keep wondering,” I scowl, glancing at Lowell’s softening cock. I wish it could have been inside of me. The wetness that pools between my legs at the sight of him is nearly unbearable.
Snorting, Lowell follows my gaze to his groin. “Staying quiet for once? At least now I know your big mouth has another use.”
My jaw drops open in offense, but a crack of a smile slips out. “You’re so vulgar!” I say, belting a giggle and hiding my blushing cheeks with my hands. Normally, I’d scorn such a comment, but coming from Lowell, it was the closest form of endearment he’d ever give.
“Say something stupid again and I’ll hurt you,” I warn playfully.
“If you did, I’d probably come again,” he says with a lecherous wink.
I grimace in response, and Lowell finally joins me in laughter.His eyes soften strangely, a crucial change to his usual repertoire of expressions that would normally concern me. I can’t quite place it, but it’s deeper than the gentle glances he’s given me before.
One of Lowell’s hands sneakily slides to the top of my thigh, kneading the space between my hip and waist. When we make eye-contact, olive clashes with amber. A dull heat lights me with smoldering, raw emotions.
Lowell suddenly flinches, then claps a hand down to his wound, looking at me with broad, fearful eyes. “Fuck, I think it reopened.”
I don’t drop my smile and gather the exploded medical kit. “You’re such a big baby. It didn’t reopen.”
The panic on Lowell’s face is unwarranted, given that he had no idea how awful the slurry of scales and muscle ligaments looked just hours before.
“I’m going to bleed out again. Hurry up!” he whines, shrinking away from his wounded leg.
I sigh, mockingly waving a sterile gauze in his face. “Well, at least if you bleed out and die, youalmosthad the best orgasm of your life,” I tease.
Lowell grumbles a laugh, trying to appear unamused beneath his dirty look. “Oh, you’re hilarious.”
