Lord of Chaos (The Dragon Demigods #7) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,59
taking his tip into my mouth. I see his whole body tighten. I glance up and see his Adam’s apple bob.
“I might want to come inside you,” he rasps. “With a condom…of course.”
I give his cock a nice deep suck before pulling away. He groans really low, like he’s still holding back. “Since I’m going to be celibate for the rest of my life, I’m going to need all the sex I can get,” I’m teasing. I don’t want to be celibate anymore. Now that I know that sex is this good, I’m going to do it for sure. I’ll be sure to guard my heart. I can’t go falling in love and messing up my life again.
No way!
I deepthroat Rage. He groans deeply. I pull away, remembering something important. “Do you need your dagger?” I still think it’s a little strange that he needs to cut himself to come. Then again, this is Rage; he does seem to be into self-condemnation. He’s hard on himself. Doesn’t give himself a single break, ever. So, I guess it’s not that farfetched that he needs pain to experience pleasure. I lick his tip, my eyes on his. His mouth is a little open. His hands are curled up tightly at his sides, as if he’s trying to stop himself from gripping my head.
He clears his throat. “I think your mouth will work just fine.”
I suck on his tip a couple of times, careful not to catch him with my teeth. Maybe the cutting is just during sex. It is baffling. I don’t see how this is all that different. I soon get so caught up in giving Rage a blowjob that I forget about the blade, the cutting, and everything else. I palm his balls and deepthroat him. Rage is groaning and grunting. His hips are rocking a little. His hands are still tight fists at his sides. I can hear his breathing over the spatter of the water. “Nia…shit…that feels good,” he groans. I look up, and his head is resting against the shower wall. He grips my head with one of his big hands. “So…so…good,” he moans. His hand tightens a little on my head, but he doesn’t try to pull on me or to hold me in place. “I’m going to come.” His hips are rocking a little faster, and his voice sounds strained. He grits his teeth for a few seconds, “Going to…” Then he is groaning deep and coming in my mouth.
I’m swallowing him down. My hand is stroking his base, and my mouth keeps working his tip.
“Holy shit!” Rage groans. “Fuck, Nia!” He lets go of my head; his hips are rocking forward. When I look up, I see him watching me intently. His face is pulled tight with pleasure. “You’re…” He grunts. I keep going. “You’re so beautiful.”
I let go, stroking him with my hand. “Only a man would think that a woman was beautiful with her mouth stretched wide around his cock.” I grin.
He smiles back. It’s tight. “Naked, wet, with your lips wrapped around me. It doesn’t get more beautiful…or sexier… It doesn’t get better, except maybe…” He leans down and picks me up, turning me and putting my back against the tiles. “I have a feeling you might be more beautiful with my cock inside you.”
His hand is between my legs. He’s stroking on my clit.
I moan. His eyes are on me. Watching me with such intensity…such interest that it threatens to take my breath away.
“Put your legs around me, Nia.” I do as he says. He anchors me against the wall. I’m breathing hard. His finger is relentless. I’m already close to coming. It’s only been a few hours since we last had sex. I don’t know myself right now.
He slips a finger or two inside me. I close my eyes and moan.
“You like that?” Rage whispers.
“Yes,” I moan the word. He fingers me, his thumb still stroking my clit. I’m so close to coming. Then his hand is closing on my thigh, and he’s pushing inside me. I’m looking into his eyes, feeling him go deep within me.
He grunts as his cock slides home, as his hips hit mine. His jaw is tight. His eyes are blazing. “Your rules…” I suck in a breath. “What about all of your rules?”
I’m not supposed to be looking at him. I’m supposed to be on my knees.
“Rules are made to be broken, Nia,” he practically whispers. His mouth is so close to mine.