Page 50 of The Loneliest Dragon at Christmas
Avery blinked those glorious eyes. “I’m sorry.” He closed them. “I’ll calm down.” He took a deep, shaky breath.
“No!” Jack cupped Avery’s cheek. “No! They’re magnificent. You’re magnificent. I want to see them.”
Slowly, Avery opened his dragon eyes, nervous gaze searching Jack’s face.
Jack’s lip quirked. “And I like seeing the effect I’m having on you. I want to make you lose all your control. Don’t hide from me. Don’t hold back.”
Avery’s breath caught. “Then fuck me and make me lose control.”
Jack’s dick throbbed. Arousal surged through his veins. He desperately wanted to fuck Avery, fill Avery’s hole with his hard cock.
But first, they needed oil.
Reluctantly, Jack disentangled himself from Avery. He stared down at Avery sprawled before him. The glow from the fire caressed Avery’s skin. His coppery red hair spilled around him, contrasting with the white of the rug. His dick tented his cream undershorts. A wet spot dampened the fabric. His robe hung open, alabaster skin with a smattering of freckles on display.
But as Jack watched, Avery’s skin shimmered. Jack wrapped his hand around Avery’s calf. Avery sucked in a breath. Slowly, Jack slid his hand up, along his knee, and up his thigh. Avery quivered, skin altering into smooth, hard scales beneath Jack’s touch.
“Fucking amazing,” Jack whispered in awe. He didn’t move for a second, hypnotised by the sight of Avery before him.I’m about to fuck a dragon.Jack’s cock throbbed.
Avery’s chest rose and fell. “Jack, please,” he whispered. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
A shiver of arousal ran down Jack’s spine.
“Jack, please,” Avery begged.
Jack tore his gaze away from Avery. “Oil? Where’s some oil?” He blinked around the room.
Avery pointed at the side table by the armchair. “Drawer.”
Jack yanked the drawer open. A glass bottle rolled around inside, and he snatched it up. He turned back.
Avery had undressed completely. He lay before Jack, long scaly cock in his hand. He stroked it, teasing the bulging ridges along the underside of his shaft with the pads of his fingers. The slit gleamed, and a drop of pre-cum dripped from the tapered tip and landed on Avery’s stomach.
Jack’s mouth dried.
“Jack.” Avery tilted his head back. “Jack, I need you inside me.” He spread his legs, beckoning Jack.
Breaking from his trance, Jack tugged his robe and undershorts off before crawling between Avery’s spread thighs. He uncorked the oil and trickled it on his fingers. The scent of jasmine filled the air.
Jack reached between Avery’s arse cheeks and pressed his slippery fingers against Avery’s puckered entrance. Avery clenched against him. His dragon eyes burned into Jack’s.
“Fucking hell, you’re a beauty.” Jack slipped a finger past Avery’s rim.
Avery lifted his hips. “More.”
Jack shoved his finger in and out of Avery’s tight hole.
“More!” Avery’s voice trembled.
Jack slid in a second finger, then a third, stretching and preparing Avery for his aching dick.
Sitting up, Avery clutched at Jack’s shoulder with Jack’s fingers still buried deep inside Avery. Avery reached for Jack’s dick and squeezed.
Jack’s eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned, thrusting into the firm grip.
“Fuck me,” Avery pleaded, voice breathy and shaking with need. “I need your cock buried inside me, fucking me deep and hard. I need to feel you. I need you to spend your seed inside me. I need you to claim me and make me yours.”
Jack groaned at the words. He swallowed. “Lie back.”
