I stroked slowly up and down, our mouths exploring each other. Then he pushed me back, straddling me, that beautiful rod pointed to my face. I breathed hard, my own rod strained towards him. For a moment he held over me, on all fours, then he leaned down and kissed me. I could feel the heat of his backside against the tip of my rod, I shifted closer.
He broke our kiss with a gasp and sat up. The change of position trapped the tip of my rod between his buttocks. Gods that felt so hot and welcome. I gripped his rod a little tighter, rubbing faster. The movement of his chest, the sound of his breathing pulled me further into the heat of the moment.
“Sully,” he gasped my name like a benediction.
My rod jerked, hips jumped.
“Oh Gods,” he cried, leaned back, his spine arched. “I’m going to cum.”
Those long fingers reached back caressed my rod, and all the tension I’d been holding exploded. His arm raised, and lightning arced across to the one empty corner of the room. I coated him with my cum. His pumped out over my face and chest. Each pump of his excited another from me, and I remembered the way that he’d eased me down, and I did the same for him, until we were spent and together.
I glanced at the wall. A scorch mark marred the otherwise pristine granite. He really had lost control, and I loved knowing I could do that to him.
Reaching up, I cupped that precious face and drew him down on top of me, the wetness of our pleasure glueing us together as much as our feelings. I smiled, adoring the passion I finally saw in his eyes as I leant up to kiss him quickly.
“Welcome home, Ang.”
Chapter Twenty
“Oh, I know that look,” Fenwick said as I stepped into his office.
I decided to pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about. “I’ve come down to check on feed and store cupboard stock levels. See if there’s anything over and above the quartermaster’s usual order we need to consider?”
“We’re all good at the moment,” Fenwick said, a right dragon shit grin spread across his face. “You know it’s strange sometimes, you never know what it is that gets into a dragon.”
I frowned. “Is there something the matter with Salvadora?” Oh, lord had I missed something in my distraction?
“And sometimes it’s as plain as the expression on your face,” Fenwick near laughed.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Well I wasn’t going to admit to it.
Fenwick laughed, then looked up at someone at the office door. “How’s Dora, Jimny?”
Jimny came to the door and leaned on the jamb, he frowned. Then he looked at me and chuckled too. “Oh that explains it.”
“Explains what?” I demanded.
“Well yesterday, Dora was antsy, but today, she’s virtually preening.”
“Preening?”
Oh yes, Dora said inside my head.You lucky man.
Oh Gods.
I looked back to Fenwick.
“About bloody time,” he said.
“Yeah,” Jimny said. “There’s nothing better than being sucked off by a man you have to salute when he stands up.”
Fenwick looked up at him and raised his brows. “Well, there’s being sucked off by a man who has to salute you when he stands up.”
“I wouldn’t know.” Jimny walked over to the desk and leaned over, kissing Fenwick hard. “You’re the only one I’ve ever tasted.” He pecked the stable master’s lips again and stood up. “Oh, if you’re looking for stock to order, we need more Balnip root. The pot I was just putting back has green spot.”
“No, you’re alright,” Fenwick told me. “That was on the list I gave Ibrahim, I just haven’t got around to burning old stock. It’s on my to do list for today.”
I acknowledged that and waited. Looking between the two of them.
