Page 21 of Castor
I shoved his hand aside and pushed him onto the bed. “I came to fuck you, not listen to your stupid mouth.”
“If my mouth is so stupid, why do you keep kissing it?” he asked as I straddled his hips.
I bent forward and slammed our lips together. I told myself it was to shut him up, but really, he was one hell of a kisser. Even if I did feel like strangling him sometimes. His hands slid under my shirt while mine pulled his up. I nipped at his jaw, and he dug his fingertips into my lower back, grinding his hips up into me.
“This is a onetime thing,” I said, unbuttoning his jeans and shimmying them down his hips.
“Works for me.” He kicked off his boots, and I yanked his pants the rest of the way off, throwing them to the floor. “I’ve always wanted to bang a dragon.”
“You haven’t before?” I was stunned. He’d been alive for thousands of years. That gave him plenty of time to find a dragon or two.
“Nope.” Castor leaned up, arms locking around my waist, and kissed the center of my chest. “Bellamy’s the notorious dragon rider in our group.”
“Dragon rider?” I snorted.
“Well, I think they rodehim,but still.” Castor peered at me, dark red lashes surrounding his green eyes. “You’ll be my first.”
“Am I supposed to feel honored or something?” His words secretly pleased me, despite my sarcasm. I liked that I’d be his first dragon. He was certainly my first Nephilim.
“Feel whatever you want, but it’s the truth regardless.” Castor’s hand dipped into the back of my pants and squeezed my ass cheek before his middle finger smoothed along my crack. He pressed against my opening but didn’t penetrate. “Is this where you want me, little dragon? Stretching your tight hole?”
Oh fuck.
My back arched, and I tilted my head back. He took it as an invitation to kiss one of my nipples and slowly suck it into his mouth. At the explosion of wet warmth, I groaned and snaked my arms around his neck, holding him in place. His finger circled my pucker, once, twice. Teasing me.
“You didn’t give me an answer,” he said.
“To what?”
A low laugh escaped him. “Am I riding your dick, or are you riding mine?”
“I like both. I’m up for whichever way you want it, Red.”
“I’ll be fuckingyou,then.” Castor flipped me to my back in one smooth motion and licked down my ribs. His tongue dipped into my navel as his nails lightly grazed my sides, sending excited tingles along my skin. He slid off my shoes, then tugged off my pants.
I hadn’t wanted to fuck someone this bad in a while. Sex was awesome, but lately it had lost the excitement it’d once had. It felt more like a means to an end as opposed to something to savor and lose myself in. But not with Castor.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he said, his gaze flickering up to meet mine. His lids were hooded, and his lips parted. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was cursed with Lust instead of Greed. Because his heated gaze promised of all the wicked, delicious things soon to come.
“What do you wanna do about it?”
“I don’t know if you’re ready for it.”
“Try me.”
Castor yanked off my boxers and pressed his face into the crease of my upper thigh, nibbling me there. My cock stood at attention, twitching as his cheek brushed against it. He ignored it though. I knew it was on purpose too. He enjoyed making me squirm as he licked me everywherebutthe place I wanted him to.
“Shit,” I said as he licked my ball sac, then sucked part of it into his mouth.
“You want more?” He gripped my base and tossed me a lopsided grin. Before I could respond, he slipped my cock between his lips.
I couldn’t stop the groan from leaving my throat. It just felt too good. Felt even better when he flicked his tongue ring against my tip. The vibrations caused from it had me gripping the sheet beneath me and pressing my lips together.
“Let me hear you,” Castor said, stroking my base.
He gave me no choice. When he took me back into his mouth, flattening his tongue as it glided along my shaft, I moaned and reached down to tangle my hands in his hair. He spit on my ass crack and teased my hole, pushing the tip of his middle finger inside my ass and moving it in small circles before going in deeper.
“Wait here,” Castor said, my cock bobbing next to his mouth, the swollen head glistening with his spit. He leaned over and opened the top drawer in the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube.
