Page 62 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories
The tips of Edra’s fingers trailed over Jordan’s erection, and he adjusted the panties, so the head of his dick was poking out. Edra’s long blue tongue flicked out and swiped over the head.
Jordan gasped and his body swayed toward Edra, his back arching, but Edra moved to lap at the crease in Jordan’s thigh. His hands trailed up the back of Jordan’s thighs and his fingers traced the edge of the lace.
Jordan’s grip on the frame slipped. “I want to touch you.”
Edra glanced up. “I know, but I want to play with you first. I want to taste every inch.”
Jordan gritted his teeth. That would take forever. “Every inch?”
“Yes.” Edra’s tongue traced up the length of Jordan’s dick.
The wet heat teased him through the lace, until he reached the head. He paused there, caressing the crown and then the slit with his tongue. “You taste good.”
Jordan hummed as pleasure coiled through him. The wet lace rubbed against him as Edra tugged the panties down freeing him. His tongue caught Jordan’s cock and wrapped around it, tightening before sliding back and freeing him. And then repeating, using his tongue to full advantage.
“That feels so good.” He loved the way Edra used his tongue. Loved him. He couldn’t imagine a life without his lesser dragon mate.
Edra grinned. “Turn around.”
Jordan took a breath, then turned. But instead of gripping above his head, he only made a quarter turn so he could lean against the door frame. He folded his hands and rested his forehead on them.
Edra’s hands and lips moved up the back of his legs, setting fire to Jordan’s blood with every touch. His tongue swept over one of the scars at the top of his thigh, but he didn’t pause to linger on the mark, he was already moving higher to trace the edge of the lace. His hand slid around to stroke the length of Jordan’s dick, making his fingers curl against the wood.
Standing there was killing him, every touch wound Jordan’s nerves tighter. His muscles had forgotten how to relax. But the moment he turned around it would be a race to the finish with both of them needing to come and neither of them wanted this over too fast.
At the back of his mind he knew there was a chance that Edra’s LA trip could turn bad. He faced the same risk every day, but it was different when it was his life. He exhaled slowly and forced himself to relax as Edra kept his promise.
Edra’s tongue slipped between Jordan’s thighs to cup his balls, and he jumped. That, he hadn’t been expecting. The wet heat of his tongue curved up along the crease of his ass, the lace the only thing between them as Edra’s tongue pressed against the tight pucker of his ass.
Jordan clamped his teeth together.
“Have you ever been fucked?” Edra asked, his breath warm on Jordan’s skin.
He had to think about the answer because he wondered where Edra wanted to take this. Edra had always been keen to ride, and because it had suited him, he hadn’t thought that Edra might want something else. “Not in a very long time.”
Which was the truth. He chalked the experience up to college misadventures, but after that he’d made sure no one saw him as a femme bottom.
“Because?” Edra’s finger slid under the edge of the lace as though he was considering tugging them down the rest of the way.
He didn’t want to do think about that. “Because it wasn’t great, the guy… it just wasn’t. And I haven’t.”
Edra made a noise that could’ve meant anything without seeing his face.
Jordan drew in a breath, knowing that he couldn’t leave that between them. He sighed. “That hasn’t stopped me from thinking about it with you.”
“Tell me.” His tongue rubbed the lace against his hole. “I know you like this.”
“Yeah.” It was one thing to think it, another to say it and it wasn’t what he wanted now. Was it what Edra wanted? “Do you want to fuck me?”
“All I want, is to hear what you have thought about.” He peeled the lace down exposing Jordan’s ass. The tip of his tongue circled Jordan’s hole.
“You’re making it really hard—”
“That’s the idea.”
“To think,” Jordan finished.
Edra laughed but didn’t stop his teasing.
