Page 72 of Flare

“A dragon.” I almost whispered the word while touching the bird on my ribs. “They both fly.”

“Like two sides of the same coin,” he said. “The fragile and the powerful. We possess both, right? You have tender places, but you also have amazing strength. The dragon is a complex archetype, all about instinct and energy, healing and rebirth and wisdom. I see those delicate places in you, but I see everything else as well.”

I stared, unprepared, completely undone by his words, and wholly fucking seen. Too much, too... raw.

“Come here.” He flicked his head. “Let me taste you.”

I stepped in, grateful for the switch in focus.ThisI could do, I thought, pushing his words deep into my heart to study at a safer time, brushing my tight stomach across his face and gasping as his tongue swept a path across my skin.

“Turn around,” he rumbled.

I did, backing up until his breath was hot on the skin of my lower back.

“I’ve never seen those before.” He flicked a tongue over the two piercings that sat in the dimples of my lower back, then pressed a kiss at the top of my crease, his tongue dipping down between the folds of flesh just deep enough to make me shiver.

“Apollo holes,” I rasped. “Or in women—Venus holes. You like?”

He growled. “I fucking love.”

I spun and ran the wet head of my blushing cock across his full lips. On the return swipe, his tongue darted out and the heat of it on my slit made me gasp. “Holy fuck. Open that beautiful mouth right fucking now.”

He did, and fuck, he looked good—pre-come smeared all through his beard and across those plush lips. Mine, and waiting. Handcuffed and desperate. I wanted to pinch myself. Nothing I’d done with a guy since that godawful night had ever felt this good.

I fed him my cock and he took it all, closing his lips around my shaft, head bobbing, his gaze landing on mine when he could manage—hot and wet and tight and everything I’d imagined. And with one hand around the back of his head and the other on his throat feeling him work my cock, while my eyes feasted on the sight of Beck’s dick hard and swollen and dripping, I had a shitshow chance of lasting more than an embarrassing minute.

He stilled with my cock stuffed deep into his mouth, the offer in his eyes, and my heart stuttered. I arched a brow and he nodded. A couple of test strokes into all that sucking wet heat, checking, checking, and then finally deeper. He never baulked, taking it all, a little gagging but with eyes locked on mine the whole time. More, deep, and fast until the buzz hit my spine and I pulled free with a tight grip on the base of my cock.

“Down.” I shoved him flat on the couch and loomed over him.

He smiled, shuffled his hands somewhere at his back to get comfortable, and then licked his lips. “Fucking do it.”

I straddled his chest, one foot on the couch, the other on the floor, and pumped my dick. Half a dozen strokes and I shot all over his face, across his open mouth, and all through that gorgeous hair.

He groaned and tried to catch some on his tongue, looking so fucking sexy, lying there dripping in my spill, that I dropped to my knees and licked a swathe across his face, then down his neck pausing to sink my teeth there just for a second.

He groaned and arched up into me. “Jesus, yesssss! Damn.”

I took his big cock in hand and stroked him fast until he came in my fist and all through the thick nest of hair on his belly. He looked glorious, covered in my come and his, my teeth marks bright red on the slope of his shoulder, his eyes closed, and his head thrown back in absolute pleasure.

“Fuck me, I need a photo,” I huffed, breathless at the sight. “Say yes, Beck. Fuck. Please, tell me I can.”

He nodded, still with his eyes closed, and I grabbed my phone and clicked off a couple, feeling my ridiculous dick start to fill again. Then I chucked the phone back on the table and landed back on my knees so I could kiss him senseless.

“Ah, Rhys, can you...?” Beck croaked into my open mouth.

I pulled up and he shot me a slightly pained look.

“Oh, shit, sorry. Here.” I helped him sit and removed the handcuffs.

He lay back with a groan and I pressed soothing kisses to each wrist. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

He rolled to his side and cupped my cheek, smiling. “Don’t be. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. But ah, maybe we could try a headboard or bed next time?”

Next time.“It’s a deal. But itwashot, right?”

He grinned. “Scorching. And you were... okay?” His brow wrinkled, his thumb running over my lips.

I suckled on it gently before letting it go. “Yeah, I’m good. Damn, look at you. I could go again just at the sight of you with my come all over your body.” I ran a finger through the splashes on his chest. “You’re a fucking mess, Beckett Northcott. You’re gonna need a shower.”

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