By Fairy Means or Foul: A Starfig Investigations Novel(36)

When I was thoroughly spent, I collapsed back onto the mattress, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I’d been on the receiving end of a lot of blowjobs, but his lit me up like an overheated phoenix. My body pulsed with satisfaction and my emotions—something I didn’t usually associate with fooling around—crackled with an unfamiliar warmth.

Quinn laid his head on my thigh, his breath ghosting over my softening cock. I continued to stroke his hair, enjoying the feel of the silky strands against my fingers. A soft kiss against my thigh was my undoing. So gentle I almost didn’t feel it. Almost.

I shuddered as though he’d taken a lash to me. And in a way, he had. Keeping my grip tender, I tugged at his hair until he rose and settled on my chest.

“Good morning,” I said, my lips twisted into the semblance of a grin.

An affectionate smile greeted me back, his eyes sparkling.

“Morning.”

His hard-on pressed into my abs. Rolling us so I ended up on top, I pressed him into the mattress, the urge to mate him growing strong once more. Before I gave into the desire, I slid down his body until I hovered over his groin. It only took me a moment to loosen the laces on his breeches before sliding them off his hips and down his well-muscled legs.

“Mmm, what do we have here?” His cock bobbed out, red and dripping with precome. For a human, he had nothing to be ashamed of and I licked a stripe from his base to his tip, enjoying the catch of his breath, the way his body stiffened beneath me.

“You don’t need to—”

“It’s my pleasure,” I practically purred while using my tongue to taunt him, even dragging my teeth over his head lightly. Just enough to tease. Quinn shuddered and a filthy curse slipped from his lips.

“No one usually bothers—”

“I do.” I took just the tip of his dick into my mouth and sucked. Quinn bucked, his hands spearing through my hair in a harsh grip. I loved every second of it. I encouraged him to thrust into my mouth, urged him to fuck me fast and hard. I wanted to feel it, feel him chapping my throat.

He met my eyes again, a question in his. I moaned, letting him know what I wanted. He wavered and his hips stilled.

I pulled off with a pop.

“Quinn, I want this. I can tell you do, too.”

“I’m not allowed. . . .”

“You are with me.”

After scanning my face for any trace of a lie, he gripped my hair again, just this side of painful. Mmm. I rumbled, letting him know I approved. He yanked me back onto his cock and if I hadn’t just come I would have lost it with that move. I opened wide, taking him to the back of my throat. His hips ground against my face as he held me on his dick, my breath temporarily cut off. I took everything he gave me, relished his control.

He wasn’t shy or hesitant now that he recognized my own desire to have him use me. His fist held my hair in an iron grip and he yanked me up, breath rushing into my lungs before he shoved me back down.

Normally, my dragon half wouldn’t allow anyone to dominate me. Now it purred from Quinn’s ministrations. We were both in accord on that one. When he rolled us over again so he lay on top, I arched my neck to take even more of him, my nose firmly against his groin.

He pistoned in and out, my abused mouth wrapped tightly around him and providing suction as I hollowed my cheeks. His hips stuttered and I increased the pressure.

After another few thrusts, he threw his head back and roared. My dragon approved, especially when his seed filled my mouth. I swallowed most of it, keeping just enough so that when he shuddered and rolled off me, I sprung up and locked our lips together, feeding it to him.

He grunted, not expecting the tongue fucking, but after letting him use me, I needed to let him know I could give it as well as take it. His arms wrapped around my neck and we rocked together for a long moment.

I was hard again, but more importantly my fangs had dropped. Pulling away so I wouldn’t accidentally hurt him, I rested our foreheads together, our harsh breaths mingling.

“Wow,” he said.

I couldn’t agree more. I was in so much trouble.





13





After a sparse breakfast on deck with Pie, Quinn and I stood shoulder-to-shoulder at the rail watching the edge of the desert rapidly approach. We’d shaved more than a day off our travel time.

A small outpost, not much more than a few ramshackle buildings, lay in front of us.

“Land, ho,” Pie called from the lookout.

“No kidding.” I shook my head good naturedly. The Dishonorable Princess slowed to a stop, the anchor dropping and the sails deflating. I squeezed Quinn’s shoulder as we turned to say goodbye to Pie.

“Safe journeys to ye,” he said, his eyes glassy. “I enjoyed having company, I did. Ye made this bird’s days a little less lonely.”

“We’ll come back,” Quinn vowed. “I know there has to be some way to help you.”

“Quinn, don’t promise something you can’t be sure—”

“Don’t concern yerself, Mr. Quinn. I’ve waited one lifetime to see me Captain again and I’ll probably be waitin’ more. Ye just take care of yerself. I heard strange things about that thar sprite. Ugly things. Even for a salty old pirate like me.”

Quinn and I walked down the gangplank. As we waved to Pie, Quinn called back, “I’ll look in my books and let you know if I find anything.”