Page 51 of The Dragon's Perfect Omega
That thought was something I couldn't really shake, no matter how hard I tried. I needed to know what that dream meant. Could it be related to the reason I was feeling so sick lately? Lost in thought, I stared at the slowly-rotating ceiling fan above me. Was I ever going to solve all these mysteries? Did they even matter if I could just be with my dragon?
"Zim?" Lowen asked when I'd been quiet for some time. "Are you still there?"
"Yeah, sorry, I was just... feeling a bit nauseated." Maybe I didn't have enough for dinner. Or maybe I'd had too much. It was hard to tell.
"Sorry to hear that. Maybe I can take your mind off things?" Lowen's voice dropped an octave, letting me know exactly what sort of distraction he had in mind. So far, I'd always shot him down when he suggested any sort of phone sex—I was in my parents' house after all—but tonight I didn't feel like dissuading him. I really could use the distraction.
"What are you thinking?" I asked, deciding to play along.
"Oh, I'm only thinking about what I would do to you if I was with you right now."
"Yeah? What would that be?" I closed my eyes, wanting to focus only on my dragon's voice.
Lowen paused for a moment, as if surprised that I was actually encouraging him to speak on. On the other end of the line, I heard footsteps again, as if he was looking for a more secluded spot to be having this conversation from. "First," he said eventually, "I would undress you. Slowly, as if you were a special present just for me and I wanted to savor you. You're a treasure, Zim, and you know we dragons handle our treasure very carefully."
Oh yeah, I knew. My dragon was always careful with me, even when the beast in him took over and the sex turned a little rough, I was never scared that he might leave any lasting damage. He always made me feel good. Better than good. I let out a small sigh as my hands went to the clasp of my belt. Lowen would have opened my belt by now. "I'm taking my pants off," I said into the phone.
"Yeah?"
I thought I could hear Lowen's breath hitch, and the thought made me grin. It was intoxicating to think that this big strong dragon was just as attracted to me as I was to him. He could have anyone, but he chose me. Still smiling, I wiggled out of my pants. "They're off."
"What about your underwear?" Lowen asked. "Is that still in the way?"
"It might be. But it's not really hiding anything." I looked down on myself. My cock was already straining against the fabric. Very visible, indeed. I itched to touch it and give myself some relief. "Are you going to take my underwear off?"
"Mh, not yet. I like the image you're painting for me. I think I'm just going to run my fingers over your package, watch you squirm for me as I kiss your neck. I love how responsive you are to just the slightest touch."
His words made heat creep into my cheeks—and other parts of my body. They were true, though. Iwassuper responsive to his touch. Maybe it was because I'd waited so long to be with another man. Maybe it was because it was him. Maybe it was a mix of both. I didn't really care. I just felt really good when he touched me. Like he set my skin on fire and I couldn't help but luxuriate in the flames.
Lowen said he would run his fingers over my hard-on, so I did just that, teasing myself over the fabric. I couldn't kiss myself, but with my eyes closed, I imagined I could feel his lips on my neck anyway. The fantasy wasn't as good as the real thing, but for the moment, it was all I had, and it was enough. Enough to distract me from everything else that was going on in my life anyway. "I like that," I said into the phone, my voice not much more than a whisper.
"You do?" Lowen was smiling. I couldn't see it, but I could hear it. In this state, that image gave me all sorts of funny feelings. I liked Lowen's smile, especially when it was directed at me. "How about I run my hand below the waist band of your boxers? Would you like that too?"
My breath got stuck in my throat as my hand moved the way Lowen's words commanded. In my imagination, my hand became his hand as it wrapped itself around my hardening cock.
"You feel my hand on you?" Lowen's voice was soft, but his words—and his enthusiasm—were clear.
"Yeah. Feels good." I bucked my hips, thrusting into my fist. "But I want more."
Lowen gave a low, sexy laugh. "You always want more, don't you?"
"'Course I do. I want you to give me everything." After all the years that I'd kept my deepest desires hidden, it surprised me how easy it was to speak those words. Probably because they were the truth and they'd been trying to break out of the cage I'd built for them for a long time. Being with Lowen, I couldn't deny my needs, and I didn't want to.
Lowen hummed a little, as if enraptured by the picture I was painting in his mind. "If I was with you right now, I would roll you on your belly and pull your boxers down to your knees, kiss your neck and then lick my way down to your ass. You'd open up for me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I would." As instructed, I turned on my belly, imagining all the things my dragon wanted to do to me. My hand was still on my cock, but now I let go of it to get rid of my boxers.
"How many fingers do you think you can take?" Lowen asked.
"All of them," I said, lost in my desire for him.
"Greedy. Let's start with one. Work it in there."
I huffed, but did as I was told. One finger wasn't enough to take the edge of my need, but it was better than nothing. I might have been exaggerating when I told Lowen I could takeallhis fingers, but I did have excellent taker's qualities, as we'd both discovered. I didn't need much preparation for him to enter me at all, and he was big. So big. Just the memory made me sigh and move my hips, seeking more sensation. I'd never done this to myself before Lowen. I'd always thought there was something shameful about a man playing with his ass.
I'd been such a goddamn idiot.
"You got my finger in you?" I heard Lowen's words in my ear. His voice had taken on a sort of husky quality.
