Dragon Smolder

DRAGON SMOLDER

MALIK

M y back hits the bed as I release a long groan, my chest heaving with exertion. It took me three hours to bring this thing up the stairs and into this room and now I've lost all desire to even use it. Lifting my head up, I gaze at the foot of the bed as a slow grin takes over my mouth. Scratch that, I still want to use it.

The Saint Andrew's Cross had been collecting dust back at the Hell's March compound in my old room, so I decided to bring it here after imagining Genni strapped to it and begging for release.

Before I locked my cock and balls around Genni's neck for life, I was a bit of a whore. I loved women, especially when they were tied, exhausted, and weeping for release, but all that changed when I met Genni. Or was it Jesus? Maybe they came into my life around the same time, but regardless, I've been spending my time worshiping my woman on my knees instead of strapping her to a cross.

It's prophetic really. Now my love for Genni and Jesus can merge into one.

"What the hell is this?"

I sit up and turn to find Diego standing in the bedroom doorway, his head inclined to the side and his brows bunched together as he takes in the cross.

"It's a love device," I answer as his eyes meet mine. "A structure meant for worship."

"And you really think Genni will let you use that on her?" His mouth curves into a smirk as his light blue eyes shine with mirth.

"Why not?" I question as he reaches out to the cross, running his fingers over the black-lacquered surface. "Our girl loves to be the center of attention."

"Why is it in Jaeger's room?" He peers around the bedroom as a chuckle escapes his mouth. "He's going to kill you."

"He has some groveling to do, and I figured his penance could be found on his knees as he seeks absolution." I point to the floor in front of the cross. "It's the perfect reconciliation."

"You're going to Hell." Diego chuckles as he shakes his head, his dark hair tumbling over his brows. "When Jaeger gets home in a few days, he's going to rip your head off your shoulders."

"Do you think he would let me strap him to this thing?" I grin maniacally as Diego tips his head back and laughs, the sound traveling around the room.

"He'd kill you if you tried." He's still laughing as he steps closer to the cross, his eyes roving over it with curiosity.

"Genni will protect me." He nods at my statement as his eyes flick to mine, his smile wide. "I'm her favorite."

"You're not wrong," he murmurs as his cheeks bloom pink. Then he turns and heads for the doorway, his new Dragon cut looking oiled and clean. "But Jaeger won't give a shit when he pops a bullet in your head."

"It's worth the risk," I say as he turns to look at me over his shoulder, the gray-infused scruff growing on his chin accentuating his full mouth as he smiles.

"I can't wait to see it in use." His voice is husky, the tenor traveling over my body and settling into the swell of my cock.

His footsteps carry down the hallway toward Genni's bedroom as I stand from the bed. My relationship with Diego is different than the relationship I have with my girlfriend's other boyfriends. I could chalk it up to us being the first two she fell for after she was betrayed and handed over to Hell's March to disappear, but that would be a lie. I'm attracted to the man, a first for me, and judging by the things we do together while our woman is between us in bed, I would assume he's attracted to me too.

The shower turns on in the bathroom in Genni's room, the sound of the old pipes groaning as water rushes through them. It's just Diego and I in this house for the next few days while Laith stays at the clubhouse in her absence, Quinton and Jaeger running a mission for Hell's March with Genni in tow. The place feels too quiet and I miss the sound of my girl's laugh.

Suddenly, the sound of a dying cat filters through the wall as Diego attempts to sing, making my heart warm inside my chest. When Diego decided to stay back from the mission to make sure he was available as a medic for our brothers at the Steel Dragon compound, I volunteered to remain here as well, under the pretense of keeping an eye on both clubs. That's what a Vice does, but my intentions may not have been so clear-cut.

My feet lead me from Jaeger's room and down the hall to Genni's, my heart pounding inside my chest and reverberating through my ears. There's no denying I grabbed up the opportunity to stay near him, giving us the chance to be alone. Maybe it's time I took our blatant interest in each other up a notch and really see just how far Diego would go without Genni between us.

Opening the bedroom door, I notice he's left the bathroom door ajar as steam curls outward, his singing hitting a high pitch. I wince at the sound as my cock hardens into stone, pressing against the fly of my jeans. I've always been a sucker for a little pain with my pleasure.

Shrugging out of my cut, I fold it and place it on the dresser as I kick off my boots, the dull thuds of them landing on the carpeted floor masked by the shower and Diego's concert of auditory torture. My pants and shirt join my boots as I drop my boxers on the way to the bathroom, my nerves making my gait uncertain but my cock jutting straight out and leading the way.

DIEGO

I'm not surprised when the shower door opens and Malik steps into the stall, his chest heaving and his cock thick and hard. My own swells in response as I turn to fully face him, the words to the song I was singing getting trapped in my throat. This is what I intended when I stepped in here, leaving the door open as a silent invitation.

"We'll be lucky if the neighbors haven't called the cops on us for suspicion of animal torture," he jests, his usually confident tenor infused with nervous energy. "I thought I would assure them we're not running a cat sacrifice ring by changing your tune."

"Smart," I murmur as he reaches over my shoulder to grab the bodywash, his arm brushing my skin. "We wouldn't want to alarm the neighbors."

He squeezes some into his hand before placing the bottle back, the hairs along my arms rising with anticipation. Then he slowly begins to lather his sculpted chest and abs, the silver scars shining bright against the tanned surface of his skin. My mouth begins to water as he concentrates on his cock, running his hand along the silky surface as his eyes stay riveted on my face. "Step aside and let me rinse this off." His voice deepens as I reach for my own cock and do as he asks.

He steps under the spray of the showerhead as my gaze travels over his heavily tattooed back, then to his ass, the muscular globes flexing under my perusal. As much as I'd like to push him against the tile and spread his cheeks to sink inside him, I've always fantasized about him taking me, his long length thrusting deep inside me.

"How would you like to be the first strapped to my cross, Montez?" His voice breaks me out of my thoughts as I realize he's turned around to watch me, those dangerous brown eyes of his filled with scorching desire.

"Sounds a little too intense for our first time," I admit as I step closer to him. "Maybe we should ease into that."

He reaches out to brush a finger along my bottom lip, the touch eliciting a shudder throughout my body. I love Genni, I'm beyond attracted to her, and I will be for the rest of my life, but Malik intrigues me and I like the way my body reacts to him. We're connected deeper than the physical, and even though it makes me nervous to do this behind Genni's back, I couldn't stop this if I wanted to. Not that I do.

"We can go easy, Montez." His voice is like velvet, smooth and rich, and he steps closer, dropping his finger from my mouth. Our chests are touching and our hands, wrapped around our cocks, brush together. "I would love nothing more than to be sweet with you."

"I didn't say swee—" My words are cut off as Malik crushes his mouth to mine in a brutal kiss. His soft lips are a contrast to the violent force in which he claims me, his tongue snaking its way into my mouth to tangle with mine.

We've been a simmering volcano for months now, and this is finally our eruption.

My hands grip the shoulder-length strands of his hair as I yank on the ends, forcing his mouth from mine so I can taste the salty essence of his neck. Dragging my teeth along the thin skin, his hands find purchase on my ass, the calloused tips spreading me apart.

"You'll be mine after this, Diego," he promises, his voice holding a tenor of dominance, making my cock pulse against his. "Only me and Genni can hold the rights to this. Understand?"

Lifting my head from his neck, I look into his dark eyes and nod, knowing it's been true for some time already. He steps away from me and shuts off the shower, my brows dipping with confusion. "Aren't we…?"

"I want to make love to you in a bed, Montez." He chuckles as he steps out of the shower and grabs a towel to wrap around his waist. "Then I will take you on every surface of this house until our girl gets home."

I swallow the moan threatening to spill from my lips as I step out of the stall, letting Malik Charles wrap another towel around my waist as he leans forward to lick away a drop of water from my chest. His hand slips into mine as he leads us to the bedroom, my steps filled with anxious energy. I've never done this before, never had such urges for another man, but Malik has a way of curling around someone's heart and holding the organ in his tight grip.

Dropping his towel, he walks to the side table and pulls out the lube we use on Genni, tossing the tube to the bed as I stand and watch him. "You can back out now and I'll let you go, but if we touch one more time, I will chase you down and forgo the sweet first time you've asked me for."

Why does a part of me want to cross him? Only for him to chase me and force me into submission? When I look into his eyes, I can see he wants the same thing. Are we gentle-loving men? No. Do we make love to our girl with careful thrusts and sweet kisses? Also no. So why would we do that together?

My towel hits the floor as I approach him, his eyes darkening as his tongue runs along his lips. I stop inches from him as his chest expands, then I reach out to curl my hand around his jaw before saying, "Think you could catch me, Charles?" His eyes widen with manic excitement as a thrill skates down my spine. I've just awoken the psychotic part of him.

"Run," he grinds out from between his teeth, and I scramble away from him, my heart pounding as my feet match the pace on the hardwood floor of the bedroom.

I skid out into the hallway, not hearing his steps behind me, knowing he's giving me a head start. Not that I'll get far, because the anticipation is killing me. Just as I hit the stairs, I hear him at the other end of the hallway, a mere twenty feet from me. I fly down the stairs as a choked laugh escapes from my mouth, my pulse like a drum, sounding throughout my ears.

My bare feet hit the tiled floor of the kitchen just as he thunders down the stairs, my steps faltering as I round the kitchen table only to have my hair gripped in his hand as he hauls me back. "You didn't even try," he accuses me before his teeth sinks into my neck and he walks me forward to the table.

"I know," I admit as he guides me over the wooden surface, his hard cock nestling against my ass. I'm eager for him, the chase erasing the last of my apprehension. Pushing back against him, I revel in the sound of his breath catching, knowing I have this effect on him. "Fuck me, Malik."

Luckily for me, he brought the tube of lube with him, and he prepares me for his long length and wide girth by coating my asshole while slipping one, then two fingers inside me, stretching me as I writhe against the table. My virgin hole burns as he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock. "Take a deep breath," he warns as he begins to push inside.

The intrusion is delectable as it's tinged with pain, the feeling of being filled almost becoming too much. He doesn't ease into me, but that was to be expected when I chose to run, so I clench my teeth and breathe through my nose as he slams himself home, taking me in a single thrust. "Fuck," I curse as he slowly pulls out, his breathy chuckle sounding over my head.

"You're so fucking tight," he groans as he pushes back in. "So fucking mine ." His voice is saturated with desire, the sound so deep it hits me in the chest as my cock jerks against the tabletop. He drapes himself over my back as his cock hits the deepest point inside of me, then curls his hands around mine to drag them to the table's edge, wrapping them around the wood. "Hold tight," he whispers in my ear, his warm breath coasting over my cheek. "This is about to get rough."

My fingernails dig into the wood as Malik leans back up and stays true to his promise. He fucks me with abandonment as my chest hits the table with each thrust, his grunts and curses echoing around the kitchen as my eyes roll back into my head. Pleasure courses through me, hand in hand with pain as I moan, wishing I could ease the pressure of my aching cock.

Malik must intuitively hear my silent wish as he slams into me, his balls kissing mine, before hauling me up to stand, freeing my cock from the confines of the table. "I'm about to come, Montez, and I want to see you decorate the table."

My hand immediately slips around my length and I begin to work it as Malik strokes into me, the violence of our lovemaking easing as each thrust becomes softer. I jack myself off to his whispering encouragement while his cock continues to claim me, everything coming together in perfect synchrony.

"I'm going to…" I pant as my balls tighten and my rear hole clenches around him.

"Me too," he croons, his fingers biting into the flesh of my waist. "Show me."

Cum shoots from my cock and lands on the table in thick, white ropes, the sight hauling a pained groan from Malik as he slams into me one final time, his cock jerking with his release.

A few minutes later, he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling bereft and empty as I stare at my cum on the table we all eat off of. "How will we ever be able to eat here again, knowing my cum was sprayed over the surface?"

Malik chuckles as he shrugs, stepping around me to get a better look. "‘Above all, love each other deeply because love covers over a multitude of sins.'"

"Was that a Bible verse?" I look at him with shock as he gives me a wink.

"I was deep inside you when you covered the table with your sin." He laughs when I groan with frustration. "We'll clean it up and no one will ever know," he suggests as his naked ass walks to the counter and grabs the cleaner.

"Dinners will never be the same."