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)
“If you’re trying to drive me insane, congrats. You’ve done it.” Dimitri nipped at his shoulder, just on the border of pain, before shoving a third finger in. “That satisfy you?”
“No,” Samuel gasped even as he shuddered under the stretch of that third finger. “Fuck me already.”
Dimitri groaned, beyond words, and withdrew his fingers—carefully—before whirling Samuel about in a quick jerk.
Samuel didn’t fight it, he went with the flow and felt it as his back hit rough stone. He braced his hands on the surface, for balance mostly, as Dimitri lifted him up by one thigh, exposing him to the air. Here, the water was shallow enough to reach the tops of Dimitri’s thighs. The warm, humid air brushed him in a sensitive wave.
It didn’t begin to compare with the pure hunger in Dimitri’s eyes.
With his eyes locked on Samuel’s, Dimitri pushed forward, the head of that cock breaching him in a steady thrust. Samuel’s eyes closed as he focused on the feeling, back arching, nerves alight with the burn of penetration. Yes. Yes. That’s what he’d craved. That’s what he wanted.
Dimitri bottomed out and paused. “Sam. Wrap both legs around my waist.”
Not knowing what he was planning, but willing, he did as instructed. That was even better, really. It changed the angle and made it feel as if Dimitri had sunk in even deeper.
Dimitri’s hands slid up, changing grip. One settled at the small of his back, the other braced behind Samuel’s neck as a support. What…?
He had his answer in a second when Dimitri pulled out and thrust into him, hard. Samuel spasmed under the force of it, hands scrambling for purchase and landing on the tops of Dimitri’s arms without any conscious decision. All he could do was hold on, fingers biting into flesh, as the dragon started thrusting into him without mercy.
Keening gasps tore themselves out of Samuel’s throat with every thrust. He knew he was making ridiculous, obscene sounds, but he couldn’t cage them. It all felt too good—sublimely good. That hard, hot cock driving into him grazed his prostate in the best of ways, turning his nerves into liquid fire. His exposed, wet skin was cool and in delicious contrast with the places where Dimitri touched, which were hot enough to brand him.
Samuel could feel his thighs shaking, his whole body overloaded with pleasure and sensation. He didn’t want this to end.
He wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
His own hard cock rubbed against Dimitri’s belly with every thrust, but it was almost a secondary sensation. The one thrusting into him demanded his attention. Samuel trembled under Dimitri’s hands, twisting as his body screamed for release.
Please—please, he needed—
Dimitri abruptly pulled out of him, lifting him higher as he ducked down. Samuel protested wordlessly, because uh, no, he didn’t want Dimitri to stop fucking him. The protest died almost immediately as a warm mouth sucked him down to the root and worked his cock in a tight pull.
Oh shit, that was entirely too good. Samuel threw his head back on a strangled scream. His climax ripped through him, so intense he felt blackness eating at his vision.
His body still rocked with climax when he felt Dimitri slide into him and thrust hard. He barely managed three thrusts before he came as well, head buried against Samuel’s shoulder, body shaking under the force of it.
As intense as the climax had been—and Samuel was still fighting to get his breath under control—the afterglow was just as satisfactory. He wrapped both arms around Dimitri’s back and enjoyed the lassitude of great sex.
“So, memo to me,” Dimitri murmured into his skin, “you like having sex in water very, very much.”
Samuel snorted in amusement but didn’t argue. He did, in fact. The thing he would not admit aloud was that he liked having sex with Dimitri no matter the location.
He wasn’t about to hand Dimitri that much information. No telling how much mileage the dragon would get out of it.
Lifting his head, Dimitri kissed him softly, his lips not demanding anything. Just giving. It was sweet, nothing more. Affectionate.
It pulled at Samuel’s heartstrings a little too much, truth be told.
He retreated from the kiss and pushed at Dimitri’s shoulder. “We should wash. Eat dinner. Sleep. We’ve got god knows how much hiking tomorrow.”
Dimitri hummed in agreement but didn’t let go of him. “You’re staying in my tent again tonight, right?”
They might have managed to fix Samuel’s tent, but he’d been sleeping with Dimitri as a mix of protection and Samuel’s desire to have cool air. At least Dimitri did ask each night. He didn’t simply assume Samuel would be in his tent.
But maybe it would be best if he did one night on his own again. Just to remind himself that this was only temporary. A bit of fun. He couldn’t get attached.