Page 16 of Driven By Dragonblood
Perhaps it was time to start wearing briefs rather than going commando like I preferred.
I imagined his slender but muscular body kneeling before me, soulful eyes an intoxicating shade of the sea filled with need as he stuck out his tongue, begging to taste me. Dark, wavy hair, the perfect length to clutch while he choked?—
“Fuck.” I rubbed a hand over my short beard and stretched my neck side to side.
So, this was what a temptation that even the most stoic professional would struggle to ignore was like. The boy was a patient, even if not for long, and still forbidden, no matter the craving he’d roused inside me.
There was no doubting my body’s response to the young man, assuring me I’d experienced some sort of sexual awakening. While I didn’t give a shit about labels when it came to whom a person loved, I’d never felt drawn toward males before. There was no denying the attraction between us, the potent chemistry that had swarmed the room upon his arrival. I hadn’t questioned him being as hard as I was—I swore I could smell his want wafting past my nose while I fought to keep from drawing him deeper into my lungs.
But not him—not that…kid.Even if he wasn’t jailbait age, messing around with a soon-to-be ex-patient would be frowned upon in my line of work.
My life’s motto echoing in my ears and lips in a thin line, I set my mind on ignoring the unrelenting stiff dick in my slacks. I pulled the next file from atop the twenty or so high stack and covered up the one that drew me in like a carrot dangled just out of reach.
Couldn’t. Touch.
Thank fuck Jaxon Denham would be gone in twenty-four hours without another scheduled visit to this office. Best to let him fade from my memory and figure out my next step toward fulfilling the emptiness inside me.
The first being ridding myself of the baggage at home that I never should have picked up in January.
A Dear John letter sat on the kitchen table rather than a drunk girlfriend when I arrived home.
The weight of having to end things with her and kick her out slid off my shoulders like an avalanche, and I cracked open a beer, sucking it down in hopes to cool the heat still racing through my blood.
Twice while making myself familiar with the hallways ofLockwood, I’d run across the reason for my groin’s discomfort. He’d taken note of me from afar as well, his sexy grin making my dick throb for a good, hard fuck. The hollowness had grown in my chest as well, aching and alarming with every hour, intensified by those brief glances. Regardless of my determination to focus on the patients being entrusted to my care, I found myself drifting toward darker desires I’d never experienced before.
Jaxon, tied to the posts of my bed, his back marked with lashes from a flogger. Satisfaction coursed through my blood at the thought of marking his skin, burying my aching shaft deep in his ass, and claiming him as mine.
“Christ.” I clunked the empty beer bottle onto my kitchen counter and leaned forward, grasping the edges with a white-knuckled grip. Arousal coursed through me, hot and potent, making my balls seize.
Head hanging and eyes closed, I attempted to slow my breathing, but every inhale reminded me of the young man’s alluring scent. All day, the memory of him had tormented me, caused my skin to pebble, and the lust for release drove me toward madness.
But now, I was in the privacy of my own home, where lines could be crossed mentally without anyone but myself being the wiser.
“Fuck it.” Trembling with barely suppressed need, I freed my straining length, hissing as I wrapped my hand around it. Copious amounts of pre-cum welled on the head, easing the downward slide of my hand. I grunted, hips thrusting to fuck my fist as I imagined sinking deep into Jaxon’s tight heat.
I could smell the muskiness of our fucking, his scent, even though this was only a fantasy I would never allow to come to fruition. His greedy groans filled my ears as I tore off my dress shirt and held it close, ready to capture my release.
Evidence of my weakness?—
Teeth clenched, I worked myself hard and fast, my sac tightening, the base of my spine tingling. I wanted the boy with a fierceness I didn’t understand—as though he was already mine to dominate, mine to pleasure. Mine to love.
Yessss.
The darkness whispered past my defenses, and my climax hit like a tidal wave.
Cum shot from my shaft in thick spurts, curses accompanying every pulse of my balls that soaked my shirt. Spunk overflowed and splattered on the floor as I gasped for air, body twitching, almost convulsing with my release that went on far longer than usual.
It had only been a handful of days since I’d last gotten off, but once finished, the amount of cum soaking my shirt and floor alarmed me.
It was…unnatural.
Exactly as my draw to the boy was.
Brow furrowed and lips parted in attempts to fill my lungs and slow my heart rate, I balled up my shirt and set it on the counter, leaning once more to grasp its edge. Head bowed, I stared at the mess at my feet.
I’d rather see the globs drip from Jaxon’s puffy, red asshole.
“Jesus.” I choked on an unhinged laugh.
