Jedrek

 

 

 

IT’D BEEN SHEER torture keeping my hands off Dex. The unbidden thrill of Laurel watching made denying our pleasure even more difficult. And when Dex dropped his kilt to stand in front of me naked and fully aroused, I gritted my teeth together.

I wanted him with a need that made my cock, untouched and throbbing, nearly burst with seed.

“Don’t let me stop you.” Laurel’s sultry command only amped my lust higher.

To discover she wasn’t completely demure was all the permission I needed to go at Dex.

I lunged at the warrior, unleashing all my strength on him. I tumbled him to the empty bed, my mouth attached to his. His tongue swirled deep inside, roaming over every surface.

With Laurel watching, we crossed intimate boundaries, arousal leaping high with every raw touch.

Dex’s sleek skin against mine, he pushed back, thrust up, hands everywhere. He clasped me in a firm grip, and I hauled his thick thighs over my hips. To grind against such a powerful male was liberating. There was no way I could damage him, not when he pitted against me with equal virility.

Between our abdomens, our hard cocks rubbed together. The pleasure of his oh-so male body was blinding. Well-tuned muscles, clenching sinews, and that massive shaft of flesh dripping with precum, wetting my cock, made my balls ache for intense relief.

My fingers skimmed along his arms to his ropey shoulders and around to his back. “You feel so fucking good.”

Dex knocked his hips up and down, grabbing my ass to compel me harder against him. A harsh groan tumbled from his kiss-bitten lips, and he scraped his beard along the side of my face.

The rubbing, the friction, his low lustful sounds would be my undoing.

“I can’t get close enough,” he rasped out, lips toying with my ear.

Between our stomachs, his cock sandwiched beneath mine. Every time he twisted his groin, his fat shaft rode up over the thick tip of my prick, and I couldn’t contain my grunts.

Heat bounced through my body, and perspiration slickened our skin.

“What do you want?” I murmured, slowing my hips to a light teasing roll.

My mouth landed on his throat. I tasted the salt of his fresh sweat, the heat of his undeniably male skin, the bristles of his blond beard.

“I want to fucking come.”

Dex then hollered when I rose up onto my fists, ramming my cock harder against his.

Beneath half-lowered lids, his blue irises shone carapace-black with desire. He bit into his bottom lip, fangs fully descended. And when I circled my shaft against his, balls swiveling together, he clasped my neck, drawing me to his mouth.

His tongue penetrated my lips in a lush wild kiss.

He was heat. He was man. He was total strength.

I pulled back, groaning.

“Gods, Dex. Too fucking sexy for your own good.” My nostrils flared, my grinding slowing even more, because it felt too good to rush.

“Oh my God,” Laurel breathed out.

My head whipped toward the female for a moment. With a smile full of passionate promise, I turned back to the man beneath me. The one aching for me to make him come.

I bent down and bit one of his nipples, my fangs scoring his flesh. He hissed, but his hips rocked up.

“I knew you liked it rough.”

Rearing up, he lashed my lips with a thoroughly wet kiss. “Think you know me that well?”

“I know I do.”

He flipped me effortlessly, and a laugh bounced out of my chest. A laugh that died when he gripped the solid weights of both our cocks and stroked his rough fist over the bulging heads.

My head crashed back as a network of fiery shudders rippled from my ass to my balls to my cock . . . but I turned my face when I heard a hot moan.

Laurel had thrown back the furs. Completely naked—lusciously curved—she’d spread her thighs. One finger slid up and down her pink slit. Even hotter, she watched us avidly. I wanted her on my cock almost as much as I wanted to plunge my shaft deep into Dex’s ass.

Dex pulled my head back to his, his hips snapping forward. His fist tightened and our dicks swelled bigger, even more blood-engorged. Heat traveled down my spine, spiked into my loins, and I thudded up against him. I tugged at his beard, smearing my lips across his, nicking him with a fang.

I warned, “If you come anywhere but in my mouth, I’ll—”

“Then you better get those lips on my cock right now.”

At Dex’s sweltering command, I slapped my palms against his ass, urging him up over me. He straddled my chest—his face more angular, blue eyes like ignited moonstones.

His weight was heavy and perfect just like the massive cock he slid all over my face. I panted like a bitch in heat, mouth open, tongue out, waiting for the feast to come.

In that moment Dex dominated me completely.

Dragging the huge solid length across my cheek and over my jaw, he grunted a curse. The head swelled, its color deepening, the slit widening. And he levered his cock into my mouth.

I’d barely taken my first lick, hands clasped against his ass, urging him deeper, when he punched forward, shouting.

Half buried between my lips, Dex thickened. I held him at the root, feeling each vital pump. Pushed him back just enough each jettison of cum blasted across my tongue.

My stomach muscles tensed every time he sprayed my mouth. His warm salt-sweet seed coated my mouth, and he kept pouring more into me.

Chest heaving, Dex looked down. He tucked a finger beside my lips, rubbing them, running the tip around my mouth distended by his furiously throbbing girth.

The moment was so deliciously crazy hot I nearly came hands-free.

When at last Dex finished, he withdrew the great length of his cock from my mouth, not at all soft, and bent to thrust his tongue inside the cavern that’d just been coated in all his cum.

I buried my hands in his hair, twisting the blond lengths, twisting up and into him. He tasted himself within me, greedily washing the inside of my mouth with his tongue. His fangs dragged out across my bottom lip, drawing a speckle of blood he lapped up.

Then he moved down my body.

I glanced at Laurel.

She watched.

I smelled her heat. The little raven-haired nymph touched herself deeper inside her lush pink slit.

And Dex roved lower.

Twin lusts rode roughshod over me. But Dex overtook every other thought when he lapped the entire length of my cock with the fiery flat of his tongue.

“You don’t have to suck me.” I gave him one last out.

“Shut up.” He slammed me back and prowled between my spread thighs. “I need your cum.”

Oh. Fuck.

The hottest sight, the hottest sensation of my life. Dex, licking my cock he held in his fist like the handle of his ax. Amply wetting the wide shaft with his exploring tongue. Closing his eyes and humming deep from within his throat.

His breath ghosting over me.

His lips coasting over me.

His complete immersion in giving me head.

With a quick flick of my trembling fingers, I unbound his hair from the heavy plait. I used the lengths to drag him down onto my cock. He didn’t fight me, didn’t gag on me, just kept swallowing me until my balls met his raspy chin.

“FUCK.”

My hips striking up. His lips swallowing down. He had me on the very dagger’s edge then he drew back.

Two forceful hands held me down to the bedding.

“You need to come?” His gritty voice washed over me.

I twisted, brought close to begging. “Yes.”

“Two things I need from you first.” His large fist curled around my throbbing cock in a loose hold.

“Anything.”

“Don’t make me blush again.” Leaning low, Dex flicked out his tongue, gathering the welling precum from the tip of my cock.

A feral smile crossed my lips. “Can’t promise that.”

He growled, the sound punching right to my engorged dick.

“What’s the second thing?”

“Ah, fuck it.” Dex drove down, taking me within his throat.

I cried out, a lusty yell I couldn’t contain.

Dex sucked softly back up my shaft.

He peered at me, blue eyes glowing. “Give me your cum, Jedrek.”

Then he pursed his firm slick lips around the head of my cock, clamping the tip in wet heat, tongue swirling over and over. His fist wrapped tight around the root, and he jacked me, slurped on me, moaned all around me.

“Ah, Gods, Dex!” One broken groan later and everything froze but my balls convulsing, my cock bucking.

Streams of cum rocketed into Dex’s sucking mouth.

My back arched, hands buried in his hair. A roar rushed from my throat, so loud the entire palace could probably hear.

When my cock finally stopped spewing, I fell back, boneless. Chuckling breathlessly, I dragged Dex up my body. He licked a nipple, my throat, my chin. Then his lips landed on mine, sweet and salty and savory.

I’d barely reopened my eyes when he crawled over me.

Lifting a hand, I stroked the brawny musculature of his flank.

“Where are you going?” I asked, satiated but not yet finished with him.

He notched his head toward Laurel.

Laurel. At the end I’d completely forgotten about her. Forgotten about everything but my pleasure in Dex’s willing mouth.

Laurel’s purplish eyes widened when she saw us both peering at her.

The beautiful female turned still as a statue, one slim hand resting on her bare belly beside the swell of her hip, and her tousled black hair curtained around her high breasts.

“She can’t get herself off on her own.” Dex’s brow lifted, and his slow grin was entirely dirty.

He walked toward Laurel on the other bed, and the taut crescents of his ass captivated me.

“She’s sitting right here. And I totally can.” Spreading her thighs, Laurel slid the tip of one finger through the fine line of dark hair and into a juicy-looking pink cunt.

She gasped.

I groaned.

Dex glanced back at me with a smirk. He was already rock hard again.