His chest was leaner than it used to be, and there were healing punctures that were free of scales. The injuries were jagged white against his mottled skin. I hoped they would fade and his scales would return, but no matter what, he was as hot as hell.
Bending, I pressed a gentle kiss to one of the marks, tongue licking the rough skin. Serlotminden groaned and the front of his pants began to tent. I wasn’t the only one who didn’t need much encouragement. I trailed from one injury to the other, pressing my lips and tongue over them. With each brush, his breathing harshened and his cock swelled.
“These look uncomfortable,” I teased, sliding my finger under the waistband of his pants. Since he’d been in the medbay, we hadn’t been able to do anything intimate, not even kissing. His brothers had always been around, and it was sweet, but I was desperate for him. I wanted to touch him, and assure myself that Mindy was alright.
“Please.”
My fingers made quick work of the ties. I slowly slid them down as Serlotminden lifted his hips. He hissed in pain, his tail whipping before it coiled around my arm.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I ordered. “You are going to lie here and take it.”
He laughed. “Yes, my Flower.”“Good job,” I joked.
I pressed a kiss to his cock still trapped in his briefs. Serlotminden moaned. I nuzzled the soft fabric, breathing in his musky scent as he cried beneath me. He was so loud, my Mindy, and I loved it. Every noise, every sharp breath, every movement. All of it. I feasted on it.
I pulled his briefs off, and his cock smacked into his taut stomach. Pre-cum beaded on the tip of his cock and made me lick my lips. I was already anticipating the sweet taste. I bent and lapped it up, groaning. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“More,” Serlotminden demanded, which made me smile.
Who was I to deny him? I dragged my nose over his shaft, breathing in his scent. I would never tire of it. Was it because of the mate thing between us or because it was Serlotminden?
I pressed open-mouthed kisses along his shaft, licking the ridges of his scales. I was desperate for him to be inside me, pounding my ass, but it would have to wait until he was better. I reached his heavy sack and took one of his balls into my mouth, sucking and circling it with my tongue. Serlotminden rested a hand on my head and released a lewd moan.
“Do you like that, Honey?”
“Please,” he begged. Serlotminden was very good at begging.
I licked the seam between his balls, and he groaned, arching. His sound of pleasure changed to pain.
“Do not hurt yourself. I will take care of you.”
He chewed on his lip.
When I was sure he wouldn’t move, I kissed the tip of his weeping cock, relishing the sweet taste of him. I sucked the crown into my mouth, and he called my name, claws scraping on my scalp. I lapped at the slit, then circled the tapered crown, and his noises grew louder. I worked his shaft with my hands, wanting more pre-cum. Loosening my jaw, I took him as deep as I could, gagging. I tried to breathe through it but couldn’t.
Serlotminden caught my chin. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I want to take all of you.” He deepthroated me with ease, and I wanted to return the favor.
His thumb skated over my chin and bottom lip. “We can work on it later, then, but don’t worry about it right now. I love your touch. I love everything you’re doing. I love you.”
Blushing, I took him in my mouth again as deep as was comfortable. I bobbed as I pumped the rest of him while my other hand played with his sack. I moaned at the feel of him in my mouth. I loved the stretch of my jaw, the weight of him on my tongue, and the sweet taste of him on my lips.
Feeling brave, I circled his rim with my finger, and his grip tightened on what hair I had.
“Mate. So perfect. Again. Please. Please.”
My finger ran over his hole, keeping the pressure light. We didn’t have lube right here for me to finger-fuck him, and I wasn’t sure if he liked it. I sucked him, cheeks hollowing. Spit slid out of the corners of my mouth as I worked his cock, desperate for his release on my tongue. I tugged on his balls and circled his hole, making him scream.
“I’m coming,” he warned, voice strangled.
I slid up, tongue prodding his slit. Serlotminden released an animalistic cry as his cock jerked. Warmth coated my tongue, and I swallowed the sweet, tangy liquid. Some dripped out of my mouth, even though I tried to keep all of it. I didn’t want to waste any, but there was a lot.
He went boneless beneath me as he panted, fingers stroking my cheek. I licked up every drop, then slid up his chest, dragging my tongue over him. He shuddered. “Bartholomew.”
“Honey.” I was hard. So hard. I needed to come. I crushed my lips against his, and I forced my tongue into his mouth, swiping mine against his. Serlotminden gripped my hips. I jerked my cock with no skill or patience. I was desperate to come. “I want to come on you.”
“Mate, yes.”
