“We can drive to Cross River National Park after lunch and hike for a bit before it gets dark. Then we fly back.”
It seemed I’d have to wait for the promised fuck. “Okay.”
“Lunch will be ready in a couple of hours.” He tweaked my nipple, still smirking.
“And what should we do until then?”
Lothair sighed, pretending to think hard. “What should two naked men with dragon stamina do to entertain themselves for two hours?”
A smile tugged at my lips. “I don’t know. It’s a riddle.”
My dick was getting hypersensitive,especially under the cockhead and on the underside. It was understandable with how much action it had been getting for the past two days.
When Lothair took me into his mouth for the fourth time that morning, kneeling in the middle of his oversized living room, every flick of his tongue felt like a jolt of electricity.
I had to lean back against a wall for support, or I’d have doubled over. Lothair knee-walked after me and slurped me up, getting me straight into his throat again. He gripped his cock with both hands.
“Don’t touch yourself!” I snapped.
Shining violet eyes gazed up at me. He spread his arms in surrender and bobbed his head eagerly, not taking his gaze off me.
He looked…beautiful. Lips stretched around my cock, cheeks flushed, huge muscular body slumped submissively, his leviathan dick curving up.
I cupped his nape and thrust slowly. I didn’t rush it. Not this time. I savored every smooth suck, every little moan and choking sound he made.
When I started coming, Lothair shook.
He was trembling for me.
He gulped, his eyes falling shut and his chest rumbling with pleasure.
When I was done, I grabbed him under his arms andthrew him onto the nearest piece of furniture. I swallowed his dick to the root, my throat protesting, and he bowed off the armchair.
He came in seconds.
The creamy substance filled me, and I groaned with relief. It was getting better each time. If I weren’t careful, I’d get addicted to sucking Lothair’s dick. I couldn’t get enough of the flavor.
After lunch, we sixty-nined on the kitchen floor. I lost myself for a while, his scent permeating every cell in my body, his drugging precum and the sensation of his mouth on me gaining dreamlike qualities.
I could feel his hungry gaze on me as I drove us to Cross River in the evening.
When we stripped in the mountains, ready to shift, he fell to his knees in the dirt and brought me to orgasm so fast I got dizzy. My cock tingled and throbbed more than ever before, but it felt amazing, so I didn’t question it. He came into his hand and gave me his palm to lick.
And then we flew.
This time, there were no silly games. We soared in companionable silence and landed on the mountain range, where I tried the quick-shifting trick he’d shown me last time. It was indeed a matter of practice. I was pretty sure I could get the hang of it if I worked on it regularly. But after five attempts, I tumbled half-shifted into a groove, scraping my wing on a sharp rock, so I called it off for the day.
Lothair didn’t mock me. We rested in human form on the mountaintop, watching the stars and the flickering lights in the distance, the cool breeze caressing our naked skin. The night was bright, with an almost full moon illuminating the surrounding mountain peaks.
“It took me a year to pull off the shift mid-jump,”Lothair said, breaking the quiet. He sounded kind and the least pretentious I’d ever heard him.
He seemed to be in an honest mood for once, and I couldn’t resist prying a little. “Why do you do it, Lothair?” I asked.
“Do what?”
“All of it. The stunts, all the publicity, the movies. Fishing for more attention. Most dragon shifters prefer privacy.”
“I guess, but I’m not most shifters.”
