Page 15 of Desired By the Dragon

“I’ll see you around.” I maintained my smooth expression, and she nodded.

“Sure.”

The second the door closed behind her, I sagged in my seat, my hand immediately flying down to my slacks and setting my cock free from the painful confines of my trousers. I was fully erect, aching, and the scent of Kiernan was still wrapped around me, somehow coaxing the cum out of me easier than my hand ever could.

I hissed in a breath as I throbbed, knowing what I wanted, needed, and that it had just walked away from me. Again.

Distraction. Distraction. Distraction. She’s a distraction.

I panted, my hand inching closer to my hard length until I gripped the base tightly, punishingly. Yes, Kiernan was a distraction alright. A distraction with a perfect pink mouth that would look so good stretched around me, lipstick smudged up her cheek, eyes watering as she swallowed me down⁠—

The words professor rang in my ears and I didn’t do more than stroke myself twice before my cock exploded, catching my crisp shirt and half-lowered slacks and painting them in my release. Thankfully, none of it landed on the papers I had to grade, saving me at least one headache.

…Unlike the woman who’d just walked out of my office and was still lurking in the corridor, listening to me come in my pants. If her racing heart was anything to go by, she’d liked what she’d heard.

“You know where I’ll be, Kiernan,” I murmured, and then laughed as the sound of her retreating footsteps reached me. Naughty little dragon was going to have to work a lot harder than that if she wanted to resist this pull between us, or make it through the heat without having both my cocks buried inside her.

Fuck, it was going to be a long fucking month.

Chapter Seven

Kiernan

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us, darling?” Mom poked her head around the bedroom door and I looked up at her from between my knees. I’d read online that yoga could be a good way to find inner peace and self-control, so I’d been twisting myself up like a pretzel for three days in a row now.

I couldn’t say it was making much difference. My skin still felt overly sensitized, even the air touching it was enough to make me wet, and every five seconds my thoughts strayed to Max.

Max, Max, Max. Flaming fuck but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I’d left his office successfully, and then couldn’t make myself move any further. His scent was stuck in my throat, his voice a pleasant purr beneath my skin that reverberated all the way down to my pussy, and the way his eyes had focused entirely, completely on me had been intoxicating.

And then I’d heard him come.

“Kiernan?”

Right. Mom. “Sorry. I, ah, think it’s best I stay here. Away from temptation,” I finished with a mutter and she nodded.

“If you’re sure. You might find that you have a good time though.”

I shot her a look. “We both know that the ability to have a good time has never been my problem. Knowing when that good time stops and jail time looms, on the other hand…”

She sighed. “Okay. I just don’t want you to shut yourself off from new opportunities just because of a few bad eggs.” That was the understatement of the century, and she knew it. When I didn’t respond, Mom nodded. “Alright, well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Have fun,” I called after her as the video I was watching instructed me to push my legs forward into a deep lunge and ‘feel the burn’. Unfortunately, all that did was conjure thoughts of Max again, the way he’d given me the best orgasm of my life with just his fingers in a bathroom stall before I’d even known his name. Or his voice in his office, rolling around me as it bounced off of the crowd of bookshelves. “This isn’t working,” I huffed, throwing myself down onto the yoga mat and trying to calm my roiling thoughts.

The sweat cooled on my skin and I reached for my phone, scrolling down to find Taz’s name and hitting the button to video chat. She accepted, and the roar of a bar immediately came over the speakers with Tazmin’s flushed face far too close to the camera until she looked nearly cross-eyed.

“Hey babe, you coming out tonight?”

“I’m trying to be good,” I pointed out and she waved a hand in the air.

“Pscht, good-schmood.” An arm fell around her shoulders and she grinned, tilting the phone so I could get a good look at the chiseled jaw of the guy she was with. “Now this is good,” she continued, giggling, and I smiled even as a little stab of jealousy pierced my chest. I wished I could be there, hanging out, laughing, drinking, but I just didn’t trust myself.

If I went out and met Taz right now, I would end up going home with some random guy that was probably bad for me or bad in general, and that was only the best-case scenario. How many times did I have to trust the wrong person and get my heartbroken before I would learn my lesson?

“Okay well, you look like you’re having fun so I’ll let you go. Make good decisions!” I added as she hung up and the screen went dark. Sighing, I threw it back on to my bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Maybe I should have gone to the dragon party tonight, it would have given me something else to focus on rather than the self-pitying swirl of my own thoughts.

I sat up slowly, thoughts nearly dizzying as I considered another option: Maybe Taz, and even Max, were right. What if I’d been going about the heat the wrong way completely? What if what I really needed was just one night?