Page 38 of Dragon Thief of New York
My mind wars with my body. What if she forgets again? How will she look at me if she stops remembering with my cock in her mouth or my cum on her tongue?
Fuck, I can’t do that to her. I try to step back, but her grip over mine tugs me toward her, cock first. Her lips close around my head, and she sucks hard, like she’s trying to punish me for pulling away.
The groan that leaves me is entirely animalistic. There’s no way I’m going to last now that her mouth is on me. My gazemeets Otto’s, and I know I’m asking for something, silently pleading for it. But I don’t know what. Permission? Forgiveness? Atonement?
All he offers is a close-lipped smile and a silent nod. His eyes burn with hunger as they flick from my face down to Kat on her knees with the tip of my cock between her pillowy lips.
My balls draw up, pulsing, throbbing. I squeeze the base of my cock, trying to hold off my release, but Kat chooses that moment to take me deeper, her lips brushing the knuckles of my fist, her tongue sliding across the underside of my cock. Wet and warm and so fucking perfect. It’s too much. “I’m… gonna…”
Kat nods her head, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks. I grab her face to pull her off, but I’m already coming. She opens wide, and I watch as spurts of cum paint her tongue, lips, and chin in a creamy white.
“Don’t swallow,” Otto commands in a voice deeper than I’ve ever heard from him before.
Kat’s eyes twinkle with a smile that only twitches her open lips. She gets up with her mouth still open, keeping my release right where it landed. With purposeful steps, she walks over to Otto like she’s showing him a prize. The moment she’s close, he pulls her into a messy kiss, tongues sweeping across open mouths, my cum transferring from one to the other.
I shudder and groan, already hard again. Stumbling forward, I fall to my knees at Kat’s feet. “Let me taste you, love.”
“No.” Her voice is gentle but firm.
“Please,” I beg, clutching the hem of her dress in tight fists, needing her more than air, more than anything.
She gets down on the floor in front of me and cups my cheeks. “If I come, I might forget you again. I’m not ready for that.”
I shake my head. “We don’t know if that was what caused you to forget.”
“We don’t know that it wasn’t,” she counters.
Thinking of her forgetting me like she did this morning has me burying my head in her lap. In my intoxicated state, I can’t hold back the tears. We’ve lost so much. Even this moment will be gone soon. And I don’t want it to end. I don’t want any of it to end.
While I cry quietly, she strokes my head. Her fingers thread through my hair, massaging my scalp with a gentle touch that calms my frenzied state.
After a few minutes, Otto takes my arm and helps me to my feet. “Come on, you need to sleep this off.”
The moment I’m upright, I fall into him. My lips meet his on instinct, with wild need. He responds just as fervently, but draws away too soon. Giving me one last peck before pulling me toward the bedroom.
I reach for Kat and take her hand, not wanting to be apart from her for even a second more. Never again.
When we get to my room, Otto pulls back the covers and pats the bed. I lay down, tugging Kat with me. She laughs, but doesn’t fight me. We curl around each other, a tangle of limbs, and it feels like coming home for the first time in ages.
“I’m gonna get you both some water,” Otto says before slipping out of the room.
I brush Kat’s hair out of her face. “I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
My laugh is hard and broken. “Pretty sure I do. That wasn’t exactly a great first impression. What an introduction, huh?”
She gives me a sad smile. “But it wasn’t an introduction, was it? We’ve met many times before.”
I close my eyes and think of each time I’ve met Kat. All the bittersweet moments I’ve had to meet her again for the first time. It hurts something deep in my soul every time she forgets me, and each time we’re re-introduced it’s like trying to glue something broken back together. Even though the connection sticks for a little while, it never lasts long. It won’t this time either.
Her fingertips brush across my forehead, and I open my eyes. Her lips are swollen, and her eyes are damp, cheeks stained withtears. She’s a beautiful mess, and she’s here in my bed. I never thought we’d have this moment. I try to hold on to it, but my head pounds, my whole body heavy with sudden fatigue.
“Go to sleep.” Kat brushes her lips across mine. Not really a kiss, but the ghost of one. Just like her. A ghost.
My body sags, sleep tugging at my consciousness as I hold her hand tight, not wanting to let go.
“I’ll be here when you wake up,” she whispers as I drift off. “Hopefully.”
