Page 23 of Dragon Thief of New York
Damian hums his agreement before lowering himself between my legs and licking up my center. My mind is still running a marathon, chasing too many thoughts at once. About our past, and our future, and what all of this means. How will I tell Lincoln that Damian’s his father? What will he think when I do? Will he understand? Fuck, I’m glad Damian and Otto didn’t insist on keeping the whole dragon thing from him.
Damian growls. Otto pinches my nipples hard enough to make me jump. “Stop thinking.”
“It’s hard. I can’t just—”
Damian slaps my clit. Full-on slaps it! Hard.
“What the fuck?!” I gasp.
I don’t get an answer before he slaps it again. Otto twists my nipples, plucking at them roughly. Damian slaps between my thighs a third time. The sting nearly bruising, and then he’s licking again, soothing the ache with his tongue, plunging two fingers inside me all at once as Otto sucks my neck and plays with my breasts.
Overwhelmed, my mind goes blank. I squirm, unsure if I’m trying to get away from their onslaught or seeking more. I feel like I’m floating out of my body, overloaded by the sensory stimulation. Otto bands his arm across my upper chest, pinning me hard against his body, forearm nearly pressed against my throat. The pressure is like an anchor for my floating mind. Damian throws my legs over his shoulders and lifts my ass, squeezing hard as he fucks me with his tongue.
He reaches places inside that he has no business reaching, and I realize he must have shifted his tongue, lengthening and thickening it, plunging into me with a dexterity no human tongue or cock could ever compete with. Otto spits on his free hand, then snakes it under my thigh until he’s tracing a line up the middle of my cheeks.
“This okay?” He dips his wet finger into the crease of my ass, teasing my back entrance.
“Oh!” I’m surprised by how good it feels, so sensitive. “Fuck yes, fuck, fuck,” I chant.
No one’s ever touched me there. At least, not that I remember. But as soon as Otto breaches the tight muscles, I know that’s nottrue. Damian’s been there. It’s not exactly a memory, but a bone-deep knowing. Damian’s been balls deep in my ass.
“I remember,” I gasp, even though it’s not really a memory. “So deep. Ah, ah!”
Otto plunges his finger all the way in, and Damian’s efforts intensify, a rumble in his chest vibrating through me and setting my insides on fire. His tongue drags out and flicks against my clit so sharply it’s almost like another slap before he dives back in.
“Oh! Yes, ahhhh!” I mewl, so close to coming. My body tenses and—
“Everyone okay in there?” The static crackle of the speaker is like a bucket of cold water.
“Fuc—”
Otto clamps his hand that’s not playing with my ass over my mouth.
“Yep,” he says. “Right as rain.”
He’s a little breathless, but far more controlled than I am. Damian doesn’t slow his onslaught one bit. He keeps right on tongue-fucking me like no one else can hear the wet slurps of his mouth on my pussy.
I really hope they can’t hear.
“Well, the firemen just arrived.”
Shit. Otto wiggles his finger inside me. Damian sucks hard on my clit. My moan is barely muffled by Otto’s grip on my jaw.
“You’re stuck between floors,” the man continues, oblivious to the blissful torture these men are putting me through. “So someone’s gonna have to climb down and pull you out the top. Should be about ten more minutes.”
“That sounds great. Thanks so much for your help,” Otto responds.
“No problem. Sorry about the elevator.”
I couldn’t give two shits about the elevator breaking down. All I care about in this moment is the pleasure I’m chasing, the orgasm that’s just out of reach. A static sound comes from the speaker as it turns off.
“You hear that, beauty? Better come fast,” Otto whispers. “If anyone else sees what you look like when you come, I might just have to kill them.”
He’s joking. I know he’s joking, but there’s a sharp possessiveness in his tone that makes me shiver.
“Did it make you hot knowing that man had no clue what we were doing? Being such a naughty girl, getting pleasured while he was cluelessly listening? You liked that, didn’t you?” Otto’s hand drags away from my mouth and down my throat, hisfingers tightening just enough to make me gasp. “Answer me, beauty.”
“Yes! I liked it.”
