Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Gregori pushed his door open, setting his beer down on the console table near the door. Salem promptly did the same, kicking off his sandals, then he seized Gregori by the hips and pushed him back against the closed door.
Oh, so that’s how it was going to be? Fine by him. He went easily, letting Salem lead. Salem was a few inches shorter, but not enough to deter either of them. He leaned in, snaring Gregori’s mouth with his. The man’s mouth was hot and tasted like beer and male, and Gregori was enamored immediately.
He kissed back, wanting more, hungry for every taste he could find. His hands found the hem of Salem’s shirt, lifting it and finding warm skin underneath. Mm, lovely. That all felt amazing under his hand.
Salem broke the kiss enough to lift his shirt completely off, hands then reaching for Gregori’s. Gregori cooperated, wanting more skin-on-skin contact. The second those were out of the way, tossed carelessly aside, he dove back into the kiss. He just could not get enough of this man’s mouth. It was like a gateway drug.
He felt his breathing ramp up, his whole body flaring to life as his libido kicked in. This man was far too delicious under him, sweetly responsive and hot as fuck. He grabbed the waist of Salem’s shorts and tugged at them, needing them off. Salem’s hands found his as well, pulling at them roughly, off and down.
Gregori kicked both shorts and boxers aside, relieved when Salem did the same, then got his hands on a perfect ass. Mm, yes, so very sweet under his hands.
Salem groaned into his mouth. “Ass play is my weakness.”
“Happy to oblige.”
He walked Salem back toward the bed, tongue tangling with the other man’s. Truly, he’d never kissed a sweeter mouth than this one.
Their breaths came harder, more like pants, skin heating up.
Salem pulled back, flushed, lips parted in a way that turned Gregori on even further. “Do you eat ass?”
“I’ll eat you out until you’re begging,” Gregori promised him. His dragon was strangely excited about this and threw in a deep rumble under the words.
“Promises, promises,” Salem murmured wickedly before falling back onto the bed without a care, spreading his legs in invitation. Stretched out like this on top of the covers, he was definitely a picture. Salem was a highly attractive man, leanly built, and from the tan lines on his shoulders and thighs, he spent a good portion of time outdoors. Those deep, ocean blue eyes were full of invitation as he looked up at Gregori.
Gregori was all too happy to take that invitation. He knelt at the edge of the bed, lifting both of Salem’s thighs up to rest on his shoulders. Salem was curious about how a dragon did rimming? Oh, he’d show him rimming.
He eased into it like a tease, tracing that puckered ring ever so slowly, just getting the taste of it on his tongue. Then he eased his tongue into it, a gentle fuck.
Salem’s thighs quivered in his hands, a garbled sound coming from his throat.
This one definitely liked ass play, all right. Gregori internally grinned even as he partially shifted his mouth, lengthening his tongue out several inches.
“Ahh, ah, oh god,” Salem said with a groan.
Seemed like he enjoyed it. Now, to really have fun.
Gregori doubled down, fucking his long tongue in and out, sometimes widening it, hearing the noises pouring out of Salem’s mouth, the man too gone to form words. His thighs kept tightening over Gregori’s shoulders, then relaxing, unable to stay still under the rimming.
Honestly, Gregori could do this all day. He loved every second of it. Feeling that tight channel loosen around his tongue felt divine, too. The only thing better than this would be sliding in and fucking the man silly.
“Gre—” Salem gasped under a particularly strong thrust and had to try again. “Gregori—”
Gregori hummed, more like a thrum in his throat, which he knew would make his entire tongue vibrate.
Salem thrashed under it, nearly sobbing. Ooh, that was a fun reaction. Let’s do that again.
On the second foray, Salem did sob, nerves overloaded with pleasure. His hands scrambled for purchase in Gregori’s hair, pulling almost painfully.
“Pl—please.”
Impressive, he got a word out. Honestly, Gregori was at his limit as well. He needed in that tight ass. Now.
He lifted his head up, looking down the long, lean body in front of him. Salem was stiffly erect, leaking pre-cum. His whole body was dewed with sweat and flushed.
“Fuck me,” Salem ordered, or maybe pleaded. “I like it rough, just fuck me.”
“Oh, I’ll fuck you,” Gregori promised in a low rumble.
He levered up onto the mattress, knees on the edge. He wasn’t precisely gentle as he got his dick lined up with that sweet hole and pushed in.
Salem keened as his head thrashed on the pillow back and forth. He flexed around Gregori’s dick as he pushed inside.