Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“I just came to get a taste,” I told him as I dropped down to my knees. I grabbed him by the base of his cock and licked the already wet tip. He let out a pleased breath, which turned into a moan as I took him into my mouth. I looked up, placing a hand on his stomach, watching his eyes close in response to my lips wrapped around his length.
“If you keep doing that, you’ll get more than a taste.”
I grinned around him, picking up my pace. I hadn’t realized he was already so close.
“I was jerking off earlier and didn’t get to finish,” he said as if reading my thoughts. “Oh shit, Damien, keep going, keep going.”
I kneaded his ass as he buried his cock down my throat. He thrust his hips, his fingers knotting in my hair. I squeezed his ass, pulling him harder against me. I gagged around him but didn’t let up, wanting that release. Needing him to spill down my throat. I could feel him tensing, his body coiling with the building tension.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he said in one long, drawn-out breath. He gave a single thrust and blew, filling my mouth with his cum. His knees shook, and his hands held tighter to my head as he unloaded.
I swallowed every last drop he had to give me. He took a couple of deep breaths and shook his shoulders before his postorgasm giggles took him over. I didn’t even wipe my lips, getting back on my feet and kissing him, sinking into it the same way he sank down my throat. We were bonded in a way that surpassed quick hookups and carnal moments. A surge of warm emotions overtook me, forming three words on the tip of my tongue. Words that would surely change the entire trajectory of our lives. I gripped his hips and pulled him toward me, wanting to hold him until the end of time. Never wanting to let go. I wanted to soar through the skies with him until we circumnavigated the entire globe.
But, unfortunately, we had that very same world to save, and that meant getting some clothes on this perfect man so we could continue with our plans of breaking into another dragon’s hoard. Those three words still sat poised to fall from my lips.
“I have to return the favor when we get back,” Robby said against my mouth as he gently stroked my erection from the outside of my jeans.
“You humans, always wanting to get even.” I kissed him again. “It’s a date.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Robby get dressed, going to his closet with his swollen and glistening cock swinging, his perky ass bouncing.
The three words moved closer and closer to being spoken. I had a feeling that they’d be said by the end of the night, which… scared me. I had never told anyone that I loved them, not unless they were family. Opening myself up like that to someone always felt like handing a dagger with my name scrawled across the hilt.
We aren’t even anything official.
The thought struck as cold as the steel of the dagger. It was something I’d have to remedy. We already acted as if we were boyfriends, with the way he’d cuddle into me at night and how I’d learned how to brew the coffee he loved to drink, making sure it was by his bedside every morning. More than any of that, I just enjoyed spending time with him, no matter what we were doing. We could be sitting in silence, researching different things, him with his nose in a computer screen and me buried in a dusty tome, and still I’d look up and realize I was having the best time of my damned life. All because Robby was in it.
“Ready?” Robby asked, wearing black shorts and a short-sleeved button-up shirt, thick white and navy stripes running down its length. The top three buttons were left undone, showing a peek of his still-flushed chest and the shine of a thin golden necklace I had bought him. I noticed he had forgone putting on underwear again, not that I’d ever complain about his newfound love of going commando.
“Ready.”
I wish I had known where the night was headed… then maybe I would have realized just how unprepared we were to handle it.
Chapter 23
Donuts & Dragons
Robby
We were driving down Sunset Boulevard, cutting through the Harmony District on our way to the party. Moving billboards floated against the stone-and-glass facades of the tall office buildings and apartments that stretched up toward the cloudless blue sky, beginning to be painted by the orange and purple splashes of a setting sun. We decided against flying because neither of us wanted to draw too much attention our way and the snake-way wasn’t exactly high on my preferred means of travel lately.