Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Dimitri tried to hold on to his smile while he shoved the nosy beast down. This was not a committee effort.
He gently kissed along Sam’s jaw. “I’d love to fuck you. I bet you’d be so incredibly tight around me.” Placing his weight on his left arm, Dimitri slid his right hand down between them to carefully caress Sam’s cock through his shorts. Sam responded with a sound close to a pained whine as he thrust his hips forward into Dimitri’s hand. So perfectly responsive. So perfect in so many ways.
“But I know what I want. What do you—”
“Fuck me. Oh god, please, just fuck me. I need to come so bad,” Sam said in a rush of words. But the second all those words finished pouring free, Sam blinked wide, confused eyes at him.
Dimitri stared at him for a long second, getting lost in that vulnerable gaze. Sure, he saw a hungry, needy, horny man lying under him, but more than that, he saw someone who was wounded and searching for a quick fix.
Normally, he had no problem being the rebound guy. Everyone got off and no one got hurt. It was a bit of fun and a good release.
But something in him said Sam was hurting from more than a dickhead ex-boyfriend, and he had no desire to slap a Band-Aid on it in the form of hot sex. This mage deserved more, deserved so much better than that. Dimitri might not be the one whose job it was to make it all better, but he could at least be sure to not make it worse by creating a memory Sam would later regret.
“I’ve got another idea,” he murmured before taking Sam’s mouth in a hard kiss that had the man melting completely under him.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds and then he was moving his way down Sam’s body, licking, nibbling, and sucking every inch of his skin. He carefully kissed his way across obscene blue and purple bruises that marred his perfect chest. His dragon irritably grumbled, wanting to go track down that fucking pisadeira and stomp on its head. Dimitri completely agreed.
“I thought…I thought you said…anything I wanted…” Sam panted.
He lifted his head and grinned at the man as he gripped the elastic band of Sam’s loose basketball shorts and pulled them down to free his cock. Still holding Sam’s eyes, he ran his tongue across the head, licking up the salty-sweet pre-cum leaking from it.
Sam moaned, and pure gibberish tumbled free from his parted lips. “Yes. Okay. Don’t stop,” was the only thing Dimitri could make out.
Dimitri smiled around Sam’s dick as he took more of the long, slender length into his mouth, swallowing him down until the soft head touched the back of his throat. Balanced on his knees, he worked Sam’s shorts all the way down his legs and off his body so that he was completely naked on the sleeping bag. Dimitri longed to join him, to feel all that skin and the fine hairs on Sam’s legs rubbing against his body, but he didn’t dare. His mouth was sliding along a hard cock, steadily driving this adorable man insane.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d given a blowjob, but there was no way it had felt like this. It was like his brain was trying to memorize the exact feel of Sam’s silky skin, the weight of his member on his tongue.
And his dragon was right there, pressed up against his skin because it needed to be involved in this as well. Like it was trying to stake a claim and wouldn’t move no matter how hard Dimitri shoved.
A high-pitched whine left Sam and was suddenly cut off. The fingers twisting in his hair disappeared.
Tilting his head up, Dimitri found Sam covering his mouth with both hands, his entire body trembling as he tried to hold everything in.
Oh, that wouldn’t do. He could easily imagine Sam was a very vocal lover, and he had the greatest desire to one day hear all the sounds that could escape him during sex. But here probably wasn’t the best place.
Besides, Dimitri’s dick was making its own demands. He half-lay on his stomach between Sam’s legs, rubbing his groin on the ground for a tiny bit of relief while he drove Sam closer and closer to orgasm. There was no reason they both couldn’t lose themselves.
Dimitri shoved his own pants down his thighs and let Sam’s dick fall from his mouth. A cry of denial left Sam’s lips, but any further argument was silenced when Dimitri captured his mouth. He gathered both their dicks together in one hand and stroked them together, the saliva and pre-cum helping to ease the friction.
Sam moaned loudly and Dimitri swallowed it. His own body was melting as Sam threw his arms around Dimitri’s shoulders and started thrusting into his hand. He could feel Sam’s cock swelling, his body trembling while sweat slicked his skin. Dimitri’s control was fraying, faster and faster, like worn rope with every thrust, every moan.