Page 28 of The Desert Prince's Jewel
“Well, damn, no sweet talk or nothing, just face down, ass up in the closet?” Mateo grumbles even as he eagerly does what he is told, forgetting to remove his shoes as he tugs down his pants.
I help him out of his uniform from the waist down, taking his shoes off for him, as he gets naked from the waist up. I marvel at his toned legs and sculpted ass that look carved in marble by a master. Though he was meant to be thicker than he currently is, I can’t help but quiver in excitement at this tantalizing taste of what he will become with a few more meals than dark coffee, muffins, and breakfast croissants fueling him. I kiss his protruding hip bone, promising myself I’ll see to that once we’re back at the hotel, and lift him so he’s straddling my tail with his cock within reach.
“Magnificent,” I murmur, and Mateo whines as I suckle his neck and sink my fangs into him, just enough to make him cry my name.
“R-Ranbir! No need to butter me up and lie now,” he croons, dragging his blunt nails through my hair as I bend and maneuver our bodies closer together, until we are chest to chest.
“I’m not lying. You never have to worry about that ever again,” I assure him, and it’s true. I’m not a man who placates for that sake of it. My words aren’t platitudes. Mateo is simply…magnificent.
I squeeze his generous cheeks, luxuriating in the feel of his tender flesh under the palms of my hands and the way he sighs and whimpers from the rough treatment of his ass. He’s so warm that goosebumps pebble his skin, my cold flesh and scales encasing him.
“You feel so good, even though you’re so cold,” Mateo murmurs against my ear, gasping as I grab his cock and work his shaft in slow, torturous strokes.
“You feel divine, even though you’re so warm,” I say, my lust reaching a fever pitch as he tries to thrust into my hand.
I didn’t mean to take it this far when I dragged him into the storage closet. I only meant to eavesdrop and stop us from bickering within earshot of my mark. But now I’m wholly consumed in my task of preparing Mateo, because one way or another, he’s taking my cocks tonight. Well, at least one. Maybe, in the not-so-distant future, both at the same time.
“Meh,” I mumble as he lifts his chin to kiss me, and I find myself chasing his lips as he pulls away before we can.
He attacks my neck, and I settle for a hickey, confused why he won’t kiss me. We sit there for some time, tasting and teasing, silently begging each other for more as my tongue glides against his neck, and our nipples press against each other.
Panting, I finally release him, using my lower hands to help him turn onto his stomach. I pop open the lube with my upper right hand, as my left tugs Mateo’s lower half up until he’s balancing on my tail with his ass in my face.
“Um,” he murmurs, hissing as coolness dribbles against his hole and sac.
“I’m big. Bigger than any man you’ve ever been with. So I’m going to do this right,” I offer, not trying to brag, just stating the obvious.
“Cocky, huh? But I’ve… Well… I believe you. So you don’t eat everyone’s ass on the first date? I must be so special,” Mateo tries to joke even as he backs into me, begging for more as my forked tongue moves between his sensitive flesh and balls, not diving in just yet as I milk his cock and finger his ass at the same time. It pays to have four hands when you need to multitask.
The pleasant tingle the word “date” brings is welcomed, as are the visions of actually wining and dining Mateo before inviting him to my nest. Knowing what I know about him, he’d probably prefer some greasy fast food and a beer, but the atmosphere the illusion invokes is more or less the same in my head.
I blink away the vision of his smiling face, a genuine smile he rarely directs at me, and focus on stretching his ass. He takes my tongue like a champion, my upper hands keeping him pinned so he can’t ride my face. I don’t stay in the position for long, my finger grazing his puckered hole again soon enough. He needs at least three fingers to get the job done.
“Can you at least retract those deathclaws, big guy, before you even think of shoving your fingers inside my ass again?” he says, slipping, his grip on my tail faltering as tremors rock his body.
A dry orgasm? And after all the work I’ve put in,I think.No matter. I’ll make him cum all over my scales soon enough.
I glance down at my sharp talon-like nails and retract them to Mateo’s satisfaction. He spreads his legs wider, allowing me easier access inside of him, surprisingly steady after coming as I help Mateo hold the handstand position.
Mateo stiffens from head to toe as my tongue swipes against his sack, and then the sensitive skin between his balls and ass again, luxuriating in teasing him, before I sink a finger into his clenching hole. Then another. And after another squirt of lube, yet another. But the tightness is still too much. I’m sure he’s loose by human standards, but not by mine. I just used my tongue, milked him, and fingered him before. I doubt he can take either cock at the rate we’re going.
Will Mateo have to take my fist before he was ready,I think, and then shot the idea down with a cluck of my tongue. He can barely swallow my fingers.
“M-m-more, Ranbir! Faster so we can come together,” he moans, delirious, it seems as his speech slurs.
I could have given Mateo whatever he wanted in that magical moment—anything but that. I have to take my time, or there will be no coming together; it will just be a nasty tear and a string of curse words in English, Spanish, and Hindi. I debate adding a fourth when Mateo suddenly jerks. I yank my fingers out, spin him around, lift him up, crack my jaw, and swallow him whole.
“Oh! Ohhh!”Mateo moans as he floods my throat with his warm, salty reward, my nose pressed to the coily hair of his crotch, musky scent forcing the tips of my cocks to push out.
When I release him, Mateo slides down my two sets of arms and my chest, his legs limp. I’m thankful he’s thin now, since a relatively light man is easier to manhandle. He’s tall, but Mateo is very tossable. That gives me more wicked ideas to try out when we’re in a bedroom.
“Are you ready to take my cock,” I whisper, too impatient to continue the foreplay when I’m starving for the main course.
He scrunches his wide nose at that, muttering, “Dick, mi amor. Please say dick.”
I can’t focus on the request as much as those two words.My love.I know it’s an offhand statement by a man driven mad from back-to-back orgasms, but it makes my heart skip a beat in a way that sets me off balance and puts me on edge.
Because I didn’t just like Mateo calling me, his love, I loved it to the point my tongue stillled, and my cocks sprang free from the pocket holding them in place. They have been pressing against the slit for a while, but the second he spoke those magical words from his luscious lips, I couldn’t hold back anymore. Mateo groans, and on his wrist, my ward glows. Transforms. The band of magic swirls on his wrist bends, coils, up his hand like that of a mating mark. But not, not just that, like a fated mate…
