Page 103 of Courting the Dragon Prince
“But I think you’ve made a bit of a mess on me,” Onyx said.
Luther could feel it, his spend smeared between his groin and Onyx’s trousers. With trembling limbs, Luther pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He scooted backwards until his face hovered about his seed coating Onyx’s trousers.
The bulge of Onyx’s cock stretched the fabric. Onyx had the patience of a monk. Maybe he’d learnt it from all his hours meditating.
Luther leaned forward and began to lap up his own spend. Onyx’s thighs tensed.
“Fuck,” Onyx whispered in awe. “Look at you.”
Honestly, if Luther could, he doubted he’d recognise himself. So submissive. So pliant. So wanton and desperate.
But fuck, he loved it.
Onyx’s fingers threaded through Luther’s hair, pushing it back from his face so Onyx could get a better view of Luther’s actions.
Moaning, Luther licked up his own salty spend. Every last drop. Then he nuzzled at Onyx’s groin and the hard bulge.
Onyx groaned. Luther licked at the leather of Onyx’s trousers as if he could dissolve them with his spit and get to Onyx’s cock that way. He tugged at the still-open trousers with his teeth, trying to part them, desperate to reach Onyx’s dick. He knew he had hands. But he’d forgotten how to use them.
Then he felt Onyx’s fingers tightening in his hair, tugging him away.
A whimper escaped Luther. “Please.”
Onyx gave a husky laugh as he gazed into Luther’s eyes. “But I don’t want your mouth.” His other hand slid over the curve of Luther’s arse into the crease, teasing his puckered entrance. “I want to spill in here. I want to fill your hole with my cum.” The tip of a finger slid in, probing inside Luther.
Luther gasped.
“Wouldn’t you rather have my cock in here than in your mouth?”
Luther nodded, or he tried to with Onyx’s fingers still tightly gripping his hair. Onyx released him, and his fingers disappeared from his hole.
Sagging forward, Luther knelt on the settee, trying not to fall over, watching Onyx’s hands. Onyx pulled a vial from his pocket and unstopped it.
The scent of jasmine flowers filled the air. Onyx poured the oil over his fingers and palm before setting the vial on the settee beside him. Slippery fingers caressed Luther’s stinging arse, moving towards his hole.
Slowly, he lowered himself, draping his chest over Onyx’s lap, pressing his dick against the settee. His legs hung off the edge.
A finger slid inside him. Luther groaned, hole clenching. A second finger joined the first. They glided in deep, stretching him. He closed his eyes as a third finger joined them.
His cock began to fill once again as Onyx opened him, preparing his hole for Onyx’s dick. Onyx’s fingers probed deeper, searching and seeking. Luther cried out as Onyx hit the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. He humped the settee, his cock filling to hardness once more as Onyx unrelentingly nudged his fingers against that magic spot inside him.
“Please,” Luther whispered as Onyx added a fourth finger. “Please,” he begged as Onyx fucked him with his fingers.
Finally, the digits tugged free from his hole, leaving Luther empty and gaping. Luther panted.
Suddenly, large hands lifted and rearranged Luther so he straddled Onyx’s lap. Luther reached out, gripping Onyx’s shoulders.
Onyx leaned back. He tugged his cock free from his trousers. He grabbed the vial, pouring the contents onto his hand. He slathered oil over his dick before placing the vial down.
“You want my cock inside you?” Onyx released his cock. It glistened with oil. “Show me.”
It took a moment for Luther to parse Onyx’s words. He felt dizzy with lust and arousal and his first orgasm.
Luther took a breath and rose, inching his knees forward until he was directly above Onyx’s cock. He reached down, gripped Onyx’s cock, and positioned it at his entrance.
Licking his lips, Luther slowly lowered. They both groaned as Onyx’s cock breached him. He kept bearing down, taking Onyx inside him, inch by magnificent inch. He moaned as his muscles stretched to accommodate Onyx’s thick length.
Onyx gasped, hands clutching Luther’s hips and squeezing. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”
