Page 81 of Courting the Dragon Prince

Onyx lowered himself so his face hovered over Luther’s hard dick. The smell of wine, musk, and arousal tingled on the tip of his tongue. He could feel Luther’s gaze on him, hear his short and heavy breathing.

He leaned forward. Luther’s hands clutched the wooden armrests.

Onyx pushed the fabric of the robes back completely so none of it covered Luther’s thighs. Then Onyx moved his head ever so slightly to the left and licked at the skin and dark curls right beside Luther’s dick.

Luther cried out in dismay. “No!”

But Onyx ignored him. He lapped, cleaning the area with his tongue before teasing the skin and curls with his teeth. He moved lower.

“No. Please!” Luther’s body shook. “Onyx, suck my dick!” he begged.

Onyx pulled back. “Quiet. I am cleaning up your mess. I need to focus. Just hold still and let me finish this task,” Onyx said, voice sharp.

Luther’s mouth snapped shut. He bit his lip, squirming in his seat.

“Hold still.” Onyx smacked Luther’s thigh, wishing he could reach that plump arse and watch it jiggle and turn red.

Luther jerked and cried out.

Then Onyx returned to his task. He gripped Luther’s hips, tugging him forward so his arse practically hung off the edge of the seat. Luther gasped.

Onyx moved lower to Luther’s balls. He lapped at the drops of wine he found there before sucking Luther’s balls into his mouth, one after the other.

Luther trembled. “Onyx.”

Onyx moved on. He lapped at the sensitive skin where thigh met groin. He tongued the base of Luther’s cock. He licked droplets from Luther’s taint.

Onyx licked everywhere he could find wine. Everywhere except Luther’s dick.

Luther’s pitiful cry echoed in the room.

Some wine had soaked into the robe beneath Luther. But Onyx didn’t care about that.

Luther let out a whine. And finally, Onyx took pity on the dragon prince.

He wrapped his hand around Luther’s length, squeezing it. He stroked. Luther threw his head back, shoving his hips forward, thrusting into Onyx’s grip.

“Yes!” Luther hissed.

Onyx chuckled as he lowered his head and tongued the slit, the wine mixed with Luther’s salty pre-cum. He sucked the crown into his mouth, running his tongue around and around the flared head.

A mixture of cries and moans fell from Luther’s lips as Onyx slowly lowered his mouth inch by inch, taking more and more of Luther’s cock.

Onyx’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked. Luther watched him, eyes wide. Onyx removed his hand from around the base of Luther’s cock. He gripped Luther’s hips with his hands, squeezing the flesh as he took more of Luther’s cock into his mouth and throat, relaxing his gag reflex.

“Fire and fucking flames!” Luther breathed. His mouth fell open, body tense as Onyx swallowed him to the hilt.

Slowly, Onyx withdrew until only the tip remained between his lips. He swirled his tongue around it before sucking Luther down once more.

Onyx bobbed his head up and down, gradually moving faster. Luther’s cock stretched his lips and jaw as he swallowed him down to the hilt once again. Onyx moved one of his hands down towards Luther’s balls, which had pulled in tight against Luther’s body. Onyx tugged, all the while continuing to suck.

Luther whimpered as Onyx fondled his balls.

“I’m close,” Luther whispered. “I’m so close. Onyx!”

Onyx slid his fingers along Luther’s taint. He massaged Luther’s tight entrance. Then an idea struck him.

Pulling back, he released Luther from his mouth.