Page 50 of Connor and the Dragons

“I know you do.” I kissed the wet place behind his ear. “You do not have to tell me what. I only want to get the chill off you, the way Connor did last night.”

He was quiet for a moment. Then his hand came up out of the water and closed around my wrist, and he moved my hand to his chest, leaning back against my shoulder. He turned his head, nuzzling his lips against my jawline.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Connor would have done it, too, you know.”

“I know,” he said. “But I don’t want to be a problem that you two keep having to solve. I want to be a part of this, to do my mission.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you are in no way a problem. In fact, with the way people were looking at you in that restaurant, I highly suspect you are the key. The most beautiful thing any of them has ever seen.” I turned his chin a little more and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

“I am not beautiful, I am just me,” he said.

I snorted. “Have you ever looked in a mirror?”

I took my time. I washed his chest, and I paid a great deal of attention to his nipples, which did not need that much washing, and he arched into it and his skin went from cellar-cold to cool under my palms. I washed his stomach. I washed the insides of his thighs, slowly, up one and down the other, until his knees fell open against the sides of the tub and his cock was standing up hard out of the water, pink at the tip.

“Oallian,” he said.

“I am being thorough. You like thorough. Should I wash your hole? You took us so good last night you might need me to clean you.”

He took a shaky breath, then moved forward in the water, kneeling with his arms over the side of the tub and his ass just above the water.

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I murmured, kissing his shoulder, then peppering kisses down his spine.

I closed one hand around his cock, slick with soap, and with the other, I cleaned his crack, trapping him between my fingers as they worked him.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, not in a whimper but in his court voice, like he was addressing a queen. That was my favorite thing he did.

I stroked him slowly from root to tip while my fingers worked him open, pressing into his hole and smiling when I found it already slick for me.

“Your dragon has been preparing for this since we woke, hasn’t it?”

“No, of course not.”

“You sure about that? You are quite wet.” I shoved my fingers deeper, fucking him with them until he had his fingers tight around the bath’s edge, pressing back into every thrust of my fingers, then shifting forward and grinding his cock into my palm.

“Fine, maybe.”

My own cock was hard against the base of his spine and very interested in the whole situation. Connor had said hands off, and I was pretty sure I’d found a loophole. Making Kessrin scream with my hands and a warm bath didn’t break a single rule.

He shoved me back into a sitting position and straddled my lap, and I felt the tight flutter of his hole against my cock.

He groaned, and his head rolled on my shoulder.

“Connor told us not to,” I said.

“Connor told you not to. There is no rule against you making me come, or against me using your cock like a toy.” He reached back, and got hold of my cock under the water, and squeezed.

“Connor said I am not allowed to come.”

“Then do not come. Make me come.”

Kessrin was a very good advisor. I could see why the Queen hired him into that role.

He shifted back and lined me up with his hole, and I didn’t touch my cock at all, because I was working on being obedient. Then he sank down onto it with his back against my chest, slowly, all the way, until he was sitting in my lap with every inch of me inside him. He was hot in there. He always was, even when the rest of him was ice. We both held still for a moment and breathed.

“There,” I said into his neck. “That is where the cold gets in. I have blocked it. With my cock.”