Page 32 of Courting the Dragon King

Wraith let his mind go blank as Konrad laid him on the bed. Konrad may hate him, but the way he touched Wraith suggested that Konrad did not find him physically repulsive.

Konrad’s hands moved over his body, stroking and caressing everywhere. His hands felt so strong and warm. Wraith arched into the touch. He wrapped his arms around Konrad’s broad chest.

Konrad pressed him down into the bed. Wraith moaned and writhed. The last of his nerves and terrors dissipated as the lust and desire took over. Perhaps his fear would return later. But for now, Wraith revelled in Konrad’s touch.

Konrad’s promise not to harm him and to respect him would have to be enough for Wraith. Considering his own family did not treat him with respect, it was already an improvement. As long as Konrad kept his word.

Wraith slid his hands over Konrad’s wide shoulders and into his hair. He clutched at Konrad as they kissed. Nothing had ever felt like this before. From this short exposure to sex with the living, it was very different from sex with ghosts. This had a warmth and a … firmness. It felt real to Wraith’s touch-starved body.

Now, lying beneath Konrad, he felt alive, skin tingling, nerves electrified, and his cock throbbing with desperate need. He could feel Konrad’s erection through his clothes, and there was something heady in the knowledge that Konrad found him desirable.

The kiss broke. Wraith gasped, drawing air into his aching lungs. Konrad pressed hungry, open-mouthed kisses to Wraith’s jaw, throat, and collarbone. Then he moved down.

Wraith’s breath came heavy. Konrad paused at Wraith’s nipples. He licked one. Wraith cried out as Konrad drew it into his mouth and sucked. Then Konrad continued. He flicked his tongue into Wraith’s belly button.

Meanwhile, Konrad’s hands reached for the laces that did up Wraith’s trousers. He tugged them undone and pulled the trousers down Wraith’s legs. Konrad cast them behind him. His green eyes drank Wraith in.

Now Wraith was completely exposed and vulnerable. He had to stop himself from covering his naked body.

“You’re beautiful,” Konrad said, awe in his voice.

Wraith frowned, surprised at the compliment. But then Konrad pulled away and removed his own trousers.

Wraith sucked in a breath. How could Konrad see Wraith as beautiful? Wraith could not compare to Konrad.

Wraith knew he had been too thin his entire life. He’d almost died as a child and had never recovered properly. As a result, his body lacked real muscle or definition. Whilst Konrad had delicious muscles everywhere. And his cock, thick and hard, had Wraith salivating.

Wraith opened his mouth, wanting to pay Konrad a compliment and express how handsome he thought his husband was. But the words caught on the backs of his teeth.

Luckily Konrad did not seem to need compliments. He gripped Wraith’s ankle and slid his hand up over Wraith’s calf, behind his knee, and to his inner thigh. Then he crawled between Wraith’s spread legs.

He lay on top of Wraith. Their naked skin pressed together. Wraith gripped Konrad’s biceps. They rocked together, hard dicks bumping and grinding. They panted.

Then Konrad reached for the bedside table. He yanked open the drawer and pulled out a small vial with a clear, honey-coloured liquid inside. Konrad pulled out the stopper and poured a floral-scented oil onto his fingers.

Wraith spread his legs wider, and Konrad’s fingers moved to Wraith’s most secret place. The fingers pressed against his rim. Wraith held his breath as they probed. A finger slid inside him.

“You’re so tight.” Then Konrad’s finger stilled. “Have you done this before?”

“Yes,” Wraith answered.

Although, that wasn’t completely true. He’d done this, but not with someone alive. And Wraith thought that being fucked by a ghost was probably very different from being fucked by a living, breathing human with a physical, hard, unyielding cock.

Konrad’s finger moved in and out of Wraith. He moaned. Then Konrad added a second finger. He stretched them apart. Wraith bit his lip. He wiggled his hips, trying to get used to the unusual sensation.

Then Konrad’s fingers tugged free. “Roll over,” he said, voice rough.

Wraith obliged and rolled onto his front, cock pressing against the sheets. One hand gripped Wraith’s arse cheek and tugged, holding him open. Then the fingers slid back inside him, three this time. They scissored and moved deeper within.

Konrad pressed against something inside him. Wraith cried out. Then Konrad’s fingers rubbed against that something over and over.

The ghosts who’d fucked him had not touched that spot before! And Wraith definitely felt like he’d been missing out. Apparently, the spirits hadn’t been as skilled as Konrad.

Wraith’s dick leaked pre-cum onto the sheets. He rocked onto the fingers moving within him. He bit at the pillow he lay on. Konrad tugged his fingers free.

“Lift your hips,” Konrad said, voice husky.

“What?” Wraith said but did as asked.