Page 82 of Courting the Dragon Prince

“No!” Luther cried out. His fingers reached for Onyx’s shoulders as he tried to tug him back down. But Onyx ignored him. “Please, Onyx. Please make me come.” His cock, shiny and flushed, pulsed between his spread thighs.

“I just need one thing.” Onyx reached for the bowl of cream on the table. He placed it beside him on the floor.

Then he gripped Luther’s cock, angling it towards his mouth. Onyx swallowed Luther down once more. Luther’s whole body arched. He sobbed.

Onyx bobbed his head up and down, Luther’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth and throat. Luther groaned long and loud. Reaching blindly for the bowl of cream, Onyx dipped his fingers in.

Then he lifted his hand, seeking Luther’s hole. Whilst continuing to suck Luther, he slathered Luther’s rim with cream.

Luther gasped, hips stuttering. His cock hit the back of Onyx’s throat. Onyx’s eyes prickled, and he pulled back until only the head remained in his mouth. He calmed his gag reflex before he swallowed Luther again.

He gripped Luther’s hip with one hand, holding him in place as he bobbed his head. He pressed his cream-slicked fingers against the puckered ring of muscle. He slid two fingers in, shoving them deep.

“Onyx.” The whole of Luther’s body tightened. “Onyx! Onyx!” Luther chanted his name. “I’m so close. I’m?—”

Onyx pressed his fingers against the nub inside Luther, milking it as he took Luther’s cock into the back of his throat, sucking as hard as he could.

Luther’s head flung from side to side, his limbs and torso shaking. Then his head snapped back, body arching like a bow. “Onyx!” he screamed.

Luther’s cock pulsed in Onyx’s throat. His hole and inner muscles tightened around Onyx’s fingers. Warm seed filled Onyx’s mouth in spurts.

Onyx drank Luther down, unwilling to miss a single drop of Luther’s spend.

When the last of the pleasure had been wrung from Luther’s body, Onyx tugged his fingers free and released Luther’s dick from his mouth.

Luther slumped in the chair as if he were a puppet whose strings had been suddenly cut. His eyes closed. His mouth hung open.

A smile danced on Onyx’s lips. His cock ached in his trousers. But he’d deal with that soon.

Onyx rested his hands on Luther’s thighs and stroked. As cream smeared across Luther’s skin, he realised one of his hands was still covered in it.

With a frown, Luther opened his eyes and stared at the cream on his thigh. He laughed. “Did you just make me messy again?”

“I guess I’ll just have to clean you up once more.” Onyx grinned.

ChapterThirty-Seven

This time, Onyx didn’t use his tongue to clean Luther. He helped Luther to his feet, tugged the dirty robe from Luther’s body, and threw it over the chair. He’d tidy up later.

Onyx led Luther to the basin of water with his hand on Luther’s waist. He’d had the water ch

anged whilst Luther slept. Luther moved slowly and without much coordination, like he lacked control of his limbs after the orgasm Onyx had wrenched from him.

Onyx smiled. “Just here.” He pressed his hand to Luther’s upper back, guiding Luther to lean forward and place his hands on the stand on either side of the basin.

Luther didn’t comment or question. He just went where Onyx led. Onyx ran his hand down Luther’s spine. Luther arched into the touch and sighed.

Like a curtain, Luther’s hair fell on either side of his face. Glancing into the mirror on the wall in front of the stand, Onyx could see that Luther’s eyes were closed.

Onyx grabbed a fresh cloth, dipped it in the water, and squeezed out the excess liquid. He pushed Luther’s curly dark hair to the side and started to wash Luther’s neck and back.

Luther let out a moan. Onyx’s still-hard dick throbbed at the sound, especially since Luther leaned over, bare arse sticking out.

But Onyx felt an urge to take care of Luther first. He’d not felt like that with anyone before. Onyx didn’t question it though; he just let himself enjoy washing Luther’s back.

“Lift your arm for me,” Onyx said.

And Luther did.