Chapter Nine
Veryl’s insides lit like lightning had struck, his cock rousing to painful hardness. Simina reminded him of Dez when the hedonistic dragon had his mind set on something he wanted. That Veryl was what she wanted drove him wild. How he would have loved to be the object of that kind of lust from his teammates. The connection he already had with her ran deep, he could tell, but that growing bond was a far cry from the all-encompassing sense of completion he knew was possible with Dez and Cato—if only they were willing.
But to hear her say those words was like a dream come true. Now that she’d spoken them, he could almost imagine that a more complete bond was possible. Not just the mutual fulfillment of some deep, biological need to procreate, nor even the satisfaction of knowing your partner was emotionally in sync with you, but that bond of raw, physical hunger for another person, and knowing they felt the same and craved the satisfaction of obliterating that hunger together.
He hooked his arms beneath her and rose in one smooth motion, bending to capture her mouth with his again. She clung to him, hands digging into his shoulders as she twisted and hooked her legs around his waist. He lost his bearings as he swiveled from the table and his legs bumped against the big bed. Losing his balance, he toppled backward, holding her against him as the fluffy softness of the mattress caught them.
Veryl grunted at the impact, but didn’t release her. She scrabbled at the lapels of his robe, pushed them apart, and spread her hands over his broad chest. With a sigh, she broke their kiss and stared down at him, the hunger still blazing in her eyes as her palms roamed over his sturdy frame.
“Need to see you,” she murmured, shifting backward and pulling his robe farther apart as she went. Her bottom rubbed against his hips as she moved, his erection getting a sweet taste of long-missed contact with a female, even if it was blocked by the barrier of their garments. But within seconds she’d tossed his robe wide open and was eagerly taking him in.
If it weren’t for the heat in her silver gaze, her exploration might have seemed almost clinical, her palms gliding over his torso, touching every inch from his collarbone down to his tense belly. He was about to rib her again about wanting a stud when she roamed south of his navel, brushing her fingers over the tops of his thighs.
Swallowing thickly, he watched, mesmerized by her concentration, and turned on in the extreme by her matter-of-fact, yet gentle caresses. Then she drifted her hands closer to each other on her way down his lower abdomen, and his balls tightened in anticipation of the imminent contact. His breathing quickened, his cock so hard it ached for what was coming.
“My god, you are beautiful,” she murmured, her brows clenched in what almost looked like worry. But he didn’t have time to process what might be going through her mind, because his cock was suddenly gripped in the perfect, tight fist of a woman who knew how to please a man and was dead-set on doing just that.
She tightened her fingers around the base of his shaft and stroked up with one hand, using the other to cup his balls. He exhaled sharply from the spike of pure pleasure, tilting his head back and arching into her touch.
“Sweet fuck, Simina. I thought you wanted …”
“Oh, I do, but I want to see what you can do. Did you know you have the body of an athlete? Not unusual for a dragon who flies a lot, but it’s indicative of … other skills.”
“Like coming in ten seconds flat? Because that’s what’s about to happen if you keep that up.”
She didn’t seem keen on stopping. In fact, his comment just made her smile and grip him tighter. She added her other hand to the mix, double fisting his cock and stroking up and down until he saw stars. He closed his eyes and groaned, unable to articulate any further protests because holy fuck, that felt good. Better than jerking himself off, that was for sure.
The second the hot, velvet warmth of her lips wrapped around his tip, he let out a harsh yell and clutched at the blankets at his sides. She had his legs trapped between her knees, or he’d have spread them wide and bent them so he could push his hips up into her mouth. Better that he couldn’t do that … First date and all … But holy shit, she was going to destroy him if she did what he thought she was about to do.
Her tongue darted out, teasing along the underside and tasting the slick pre-cum that had escaped his tip. Then she was on him, mouth slipping over his aching head and down, down, down, encompassing his shaft as far as she could while her hands continued stroking the part she couldn’t fit into her mouth.
That was all he could endure. He barked out a half-coherent warning, one hand shooting down to clutch at her head and twine his fingers in her hair. His hips bucked as his cock surged and his semen erupted from his tip.
Simina tightened her hands around his shaft as she sucked him dry, swallowing every drop until he lay limp, his body no more than a languid puddle of tingling satisfaction. But when she slipped her mouth off him and he looked up at her, the glint in her eyes told him she wasn’t done yet.
“How’s your refractory period?” she asked. “I hope you didn’t think I’d stop after a ten-second blowjob.”
Veryl made a strangled noise, but when her hands slipped up the length of his half-hard cock and it stiffened to full mast again, she had her answer.
Veryl chuckled and shook his head.
“What is it? Am I funny to you?” she asked, cocking her head and lifting an eyebrow.
“No, you just … remind me a little bit of someone. Someone who doesn’t believe in delayed gratification.” He could easily picture Dez wanting to dive into a second round of sex right at the end of the first. His friend was always the first one going back for seconds during a meal.
“We’re getting to know each other,” Simina said. “I want to know what kind of stamina you have for making babies. Do you like delayed gratification?”
He gripped her wrists and pulled her hands away from him, then pushed himself up into a sitting position. “I like being able to take my time. I like building up to it, feeling close to you emotionally. What I like is making love, not just fucking. Or blowjobs, though that was fucking spectacular.”
She rested her hands on his shoulders and smiled. “Tell you what. Let me indulge my curiosity about your body’s limits, and then afterward, you can make love to me to your heart’s content.”
“My body’s limits? I feel like we’re playing doctor here.”
“Would that be so bad?” she asked, shifting her hips so that her pelvis grazed his stiff cock again. Veryl’s head buzzed from the fresh jolt of pleasure.
“No …” His breathing quickened again as she rose up and the soft skin of her inner thigh brushed against his length. Her hips tilted and her lips parted, tiny gusts of breath warming his cheek. She kept her gaze fixed on his, and he found he couldn’t tear his attention away from her face. A slow, sensuous transformation overtook her features as the slick warmth between her thighs met the aching tip of his cock.
Her eyelids fluttered and her cheeks flushed pink when she sank down a little ways, the opening of her channel engulfing his head in the tightest, most perfect sheath. Her teeth grabbed her lower lip, biting so hard her flesh turned white as she lowered herself farther.
Veryl’s entire body was one single, drumming beat, from the pulse that throbbed in his cock all the way to the heated rhythm reverberating deep in his eardrums.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Am I hurting you?”
“No … it’s just … been a while. You’re big like he was. Ah …” Her brow twitched. “S-sorry.”
“But you liked it,” he said. “Did he fuck you, or make love to you?” He couldn’t imagine any other man not wanting to lay this woman down and worship her the way he wanted, but she seemed intent on a different experience, and he wasn’t about to make her stop.
“Both. I need this first, if that’s okay.”
“Anything you need, baby. Anything.”
Then she was all the way down, her hips twisting and Veryl’s cock wrapped tight in the glorious, wet heat of her. He’d gone to heaven, he thought, and longed to lay her down and move within her while gazing into those lovely silver eyes that reminded him of stars shimmering in the night sky. But she needed something different, so he indulged her.
She gripped his head and her mouth crashed down onto his, her tongue demanding entry as she rose and fell on his cock. Giving into the furious need that overtook her, he grabbed at the edges of her robe and pulled it off her shoulders, tugging it down and away from her until her full, round breasts rubbed deliciously against his chest, her nipples hard as little pebbles grazing his skin.
He groaned and pulled away from her kiss, cupping one breast, enjoying how it spilled over in his big hand. Her tight pink nipple beckoned and he swooped down and captured it in his mouth, sucking hard while she moaned and bucked, steadily impaling herself on his cock.
Her fervor was infectious and his pleasure rose swiftly, the feel of her warm curves sliding against his chest a potent drug that magnified the rising climax that threatened to crash through him once again. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last with the way her tight channel was milking him with every undulation of her hips.
“Shit, I need you to slow down, baby. I … I want to make you …”
“No. Come for me. Come inside me. I want to feel you. Please.” She gasped out the words against his jaw as she sped up her rhythm, and he had no choice. Before he knew it, he was there again, his orgasm sneaking up on him and overtaking him in a blinding rush of sensation that washed down his spine and through the tip of his cock.
She kept writhing on top of him after his climax subsided, but his cock hadn’t given up yet. Surprising, but it had been several years since he’d been inside a woman. Still, he sensed her need and wasn’t about to leave her hanging.
“Let me make you come.”
“None of that making love shit, got it? Don’t be nice.”
He frowned, confused by her adamant objection, but nodded. “Baby, you want me filthy, I can be filthy.”
He held her against him and twisted, laying her down on the bed as he pulled out of her. She was a beautiful mess, lying there with curly locks askew and her robe half on, the belt still tied across her waist. The sides of the robe had slipped wide, baring her smooth, supple skin. She let her legs fall open and slid her hands down her torso, dipping her fingers into the creamy well of spunk he’d left inside her.
Sweet fuck, what he wanted was to bury himself in her again and make slow, unhurried love to her until she came, crying his name. But what she wanted was clearly something very different, evidenced by the way she dipped her fingers into her soaked folds, coating them in his spend and then lifted her hand and sucked her fingers clean.
He struggled to come to terms with that. How could he satisfy her long-term if they wanted such different things in the bedroom? He thought women craved the kind of attention he wanted to give her. Hell, she’d certainly seemed to revel in it the first couple times he’d held her. But that was different. Holding her wasn’t sex. And he realized if he wanted that, he’d need to learn how to give her what she wanted too.
What would Dez and Cato do?
His partners had both always had very different outlooks on life, so sex was probably no different. Dez was a dive-in-and-savor-it kind of guy. There was nothing he didn’t shy from, as long as it felt good. Cato, by contrast, would overanalyze everything. He was constantly tweaking their training sessions to try to maximize their performance in the arena. He’d change up their workouts, their diet plans, their sleep schedules, constantly paying attention to what worked and what didn’t.
Veryl only knew what made him happy and worked on balancing his own happiness with his teammates’ … and seeing the pair of them satisfied in whatever way they needed was what did it for him.
Simina touched herself again, tilting her head at him. “Are you going to make me do it myself?” she asked in a husky voice.
Veryl narrowed his eyes at her and worked to channel his idea of what his partners might do in this situation. He’d already come twice, so it was her turn. He slid one hand down her inner thigh, focusing on her reaction and forcing himself to pay attention. She let out a soft exhalation when his hand reached the juncture of her hip and he grazed one thumb along the outer fold of her spread pussy.
“I want to see what makes you squirm, baby,” he said.
Simina nodded and lifted her arms above her head, clutching at the pillows she reclined against. Her bright eyes fixed on him and he held her gaze, intent on her reactions when he moved his other hand to her core and teased both thumbs up and down the slick petals between her thighs. When he used one thick pad to circle her opening, she moaned and arched her back. He pushed his other thumb up the center of her velvet channel, found the nub of her clit, and stroked it lightly.
“More like that?” he asked, noting the way her breathing had quickened and her legs fell wider apart.
“Yes. Oh god, yes, touch me more.”
He stared down at her, fascinated by the way her flesh seemed to swell with arousal with each light stroke of her clit and circle of his thumb around her opening. Her tight rosette of an anus glistened just beneath, and he impulsively slipped his thumb lower, just for a touch—just to see what happened.
“Veryl, ohhh.”
The musky scent of his essence hit his nose then, reminding him that it wasn’t just her fluids she was coated in. His essence filled her, covered her slick flesh after the epic fucking she’d given him. And all he could think about was how much he’d love to see Cato lick it off her.
Crazy. Just fucking crazy—he shouldn’t be thinking about sharing her when they’d just met, but the thought sent the blood rushing back to his cock. And then he knew what Dez would do in that moment too. If this were his fantasy, the indulgent red dragon would crave a taste of Simina’s beautiful spread pussy, all coated in Veryl’s semen.
Love and desire went hand in hand when Veryl bent and extended his tongue, slicking it through her soaked folds from the cleft of her ass all the way to her clit. The taste of his semen mixed with her arousal was ambrosia to his senses—the most potent aphrodisiac.
He lost himself to the experience of pleasuring her. There was love in it, sure, but in his mind his teammates were both there with him, urging him on to do the filthiest things to her, to indulge his every dirty fantasy and learn what made her scream.
He swirled his tongue around her clit while he penetrated her core with two fingers, twisting them until he could tease her deeper. He hooked his fingers inside her and she squirmed and cried out, clawing at his shoulders and yelling affirmations. When he twisted his hand again and pressed his pinky to her rear entrance, she let out an unholy curse. He pushed inside her and her body shook, every muscle against his mouth and around his hand clenching and spasming as she let out cry after gasping cry, her fingers tangling in his hair while she rode out her orgasm.
Normally he would have stopped and held her, but something told him neither of his partners would have done that. Instead he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her belly.
“I’m going to fuck you again, baby, while I tease this pretty ass of yours.”
She was loose and languid when he pulled her hips up off the bed, her soaked pussy dripping with her juices mixed with his saliva and semen. Her little asshole winked at him as though anticipating the penetration of his finger again. Which of his partners would take her ass in this fantasy of his?
Dez wouldn’t be particular. The red would happily let her blow him. But to share her with Cato … to have their cocks pressed together both inside this achingly tight confines of her snatch … Fuck, that would be heaven, as tight as she was.
He imagined that as he pushed into her again. Then he imagined Cato’s cock filling her ass when he pressed a finger inside.
She whimpered into the pillows, pushing her hips back against him, undulating in time with his deep thrusts. He fucked his finger deeper into her tight ass, then added another, his mind fixated on the clench of her around him and imagining how it would feel to have Cato so close only the membrane of her body separated them as their balls pressed together while they fucked her.
She came again with a broken cry, her ass tightening so hard around his fingers he thought she might break them. He pulled his fingers from her to clutch her hips and pounded into her clenching pussy. One stroke, two strokes …
“Fuck yeah, milk me, baby,” he said, spouting the filthiest things he imagined Dez might say, then curling his hand around beneath her and finding her clit. He was close, but wanted to feel that delicious, tight grip of her pussy orgasming around his cock once more when he came.
“Come again for me, Simina. One more time, baby.”
“Oh god, Veryl!” she cried, turning her head to cast a fevered look over her shoulder. Tears streaked her face, but she looked wild with need and yelled out a harsh, “Yes! Harder! Yes, yes!” before bucking back into him as her muscles tightened.
His cock exploded inside her, the rush of it more intense than either of the first two orgasms he’d had, and he arched and threw his head back, yelling as he pumped his semen into her clenching body.
He sagged back, barely seeing straight as he pulled out of her and watched her flop over bonelessly and smile up at him.
“Wow,” she breathed. “That was impressive.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Impressively out of character, but you seemed to enjoy it. I’d like to hold you again, if that’s all right.”
Some strange expression flashed across her face so quickly he almost missed it. Fear, perhaps? What could be so scary about just snuggling?
But it was gone before he could channel Cato enough to overanalyze. She shifted over and pulled the covers down, patting the bed beside her. He collapsed and curled around her, tugging her into his arms. She remained tense for a second, completely unlike the other times he’d held her.
“I think …” she began, and he shushed her.
“No thinking, no talking. Just be.”
Letting out a long sigh, she nodded and settled back against him, finally relaxing in his arms when he pulled the covers up over them both.