The last time I woke to a blowjob, I’d been attending an incubus party in the demon realm. At the time, I was annoyed to be jostled from sleep, my dick chapped from all the sex the night before.

Incubi and succubi were reasonably okay as far as demons went. Other than sucking out all your vital essence until you were nothing but a dry husk of yourself, that is. But evidently, half-dragons had a lot of essence to give. And I sure gave it freely that night. Blinking my eyes open, I tried to remember that particular incubus’s face—since they were demons they’d refused to give names as that would give me power over them—but there’d been too many that evening for any of them to have stood out.

Not so this morning. I knew exactly whose lips wrapped around my cock and I heartily approved. My legs spread farther apart to better accommodate Quinn and his magical mouth. I groaned and forced the sleep from my eyes.

Quinn sealed his lips tight over my dick as he slid up and down in a maddening rhythm. When our eyes met, he hummed around my cock, his lips stretched over my substantial girth, and I almost came right there. Debauched, he was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.

My fingers slid through his hair, tugging, but not controlling his movements in any way. Keeping my hips still was more of a challenge, the urge to thrust into his hot mouth a temptation I could barely resist.

Quinn boasted a talented mouth, his gag reflex almost non-existent. Still, he couldn’t take me all the way, though he gave it a good try. A hand wrapped around my spit-slick base, moving in time with his mouth, the stimulation maddening. A tingling spread through my limbs and my balls drew tight to my body, aching for release. I didn’t want it to be over so quickly.

When Quinn pulled off with a pop, he grinned, confident in his skills. He swirled his agile tongue around my tip and flicked my slit. My breath stuttered. Swollen lips, a wicked smile, and an attitude to match were not bad things to wake up to in the morning.

As he slowly slid back down, I growled. He hummed in response, the vibrations going straight to my balls. My heart thrummed with each caress of his tongue and I struggled to draw enough breath, his touch licking my body with fire.

“Quinn, I’m going to come.” Only fair I warn him if he wanted to pull off. Tugging lightly at his hair, I stiffened, trying to hold back, the blood pounding through my veins and pooling in my groin.

Instead of releasing my prick, he sunk down as low as he was able and swallowed. His throat squeezing around my cockhead sent me over the edge. My vision whited out as my hips thrust into his wet heat. I cried out, my body convulsing as pleasure like I’d never experienced zinged under my skin and sunk into my bones. Shuddering, I unloaded in his mouth.

Quinn swallowed several times, his eyes growing comically wide with the amount. A small trail of come dribbled down his chin and was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

When I was thoroughly spent, I collapsed back onto the mattress, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I’d been on the receiving end of a lot of blowjobs, but his lit me up like an overheated phoenix. My body pulsed with satisfaction and my emotions—something I didn’t usually associate with fooling around—crackled with an unfamiliar warmth.

Quinn laid his head on my thigh, his breath ghosting over my softening cock. I continued to stroke his hair, enjoying the feel of the silky strands against my fingers. A soft kiss against my thigh was my undoing. So gentle I almost didn’t feel it. Almost.

I shuddered as though he’d taken a lash to me. And in a way, he had. Keeping my grip tender, I tugged at his hair until he rose and settled on my chest.

“Good morning,” I said, my lips twisted into the semblance of a grin.

An affectionate smile greeted me back, his eyes sparkling.

“Morning.”

His hard-on pressed into my abs. Rolling us so I ended up on top, I pressed him into the mattress, the urge to mate him growing strong once more. Before I gave into the desire, I slid down his body until I hovered over his groin. It only took me a moment to loosen the laces on his breeches before sliding them off his hips and down his well-muscled legs.

“Mmm, what do we have here?” His cock bobbed out, red and dripping with precome. For a human, he had nothing to be ashamed of and I licked a stripe from his base to his tip, enjoying the catch of his breath, the way his body stiffened beneath me.

“You don’t need to—”

“It’s my pleasure,” I practically purred while using my tongue to taunt him, even dragging my teeth over his head lightly. Just enough to tease. Quinn shuddered and a filthy curse slipped from his lips.

“No one usually bothers—”

“I do.” I took just the tip of his dick into my mouth and sucked. Quinn bucked, his hands spearing through my hair in a harsh grip. I loved every second of it. I encouraged him to thrust into my mouth, urged him to fuck me fast and hard. I wanted to feel it, feel him chapping my throat.

He met my eyes again, a question in his. I moaned, letting him know what I wanted. He wavered and his hips stilled.

I pulled off with a pop.

“Quinn, I want this. I can tell you do, too.”

“I’m not allowed. . . .”

“You are with me.”

After scanning my face for any trace of a lie, he gripped my hair again, just this side of painful. Mmm. I rumbled, letting him know I approved. He yanked me back onto his cock and if I hadn’t just come I would have lost it with that move. I opened wide, taking him to the back of my throat. His hips ground against my face as he held me on his dick, my breath temporarily cut off. I took everything he gave me, relished his control.

He wasn’t shy or hesitant now that he recognized my own desire to have him use me. His fist held my hair in an iron grip and he yanked me up, breath rushing into my lungs before he shoved me back down.

Normally, my dragon half wouldn’t allow anyone to dominate me. Now it purred from Quinn’s ministrations. We were both in accord on that one. When he rolled us over again so he lay on top, I arched my neck to take even more of him, my nose firmly against his groin.

He pistoned in and out, my abused mouth wrapped tightly around him and providing suction as I hollowed my cheeks. His hips stuttered and I increased the pressure.

After another few thrusts, he threw his head back and roared. My dragon approved, especially when his seed filled my mouth. I swallowed most of it, keeping just enough so that when he shuddered and rolled off me, I sprung up and locked our lips together, feeding it to him.

He grunted, not expecting the tongue fucking, but after letting him use me, I needed to let him know I could give it as well as take it. His arms wrapped around my neck and we rocked together for a long moment.

I was hard again, but more importantly my fangs had dropped. Pulling away so I wouldn’t accidentally hurt him, I rested our foreheads together, our harsh breaths mingling.

“Wow,” he said.

I couldn’t agree more. I was in so much trouble.