Being so close to Bastian has my body heating uncomfortably. My nipples press against the cotton of my bra, and I have to fight the desire to rub against his body like a cat in heat.
Bastian’s nostrils flare, and I have no doubt that he can sense my need. “Have I been neglecting you, mausez?hnchen?” He pulls me against his body, closing the little space that remained between us. “I would hate for you to feel neglected…” He cups my breast, rubbing his thumb over my hardened nipple.
“Not neglected per se…” I moan when he presses his lips to my sensitive neck, licking and kissing me in a way that never fails to drive me crazy. Threading my fingers through his hair, I drag his mouth to mine.
There is no slow build to our kiss. Bastian is always in perfect control of himself—and me—and the fact that he’s as wild and out of control for me as I am for him makes me feel wanton and bold.
I break away from his grip. “You know, Bastian…” I tease my fingertips down his chest, coming to rest on the hard muscles of his abdomen. “I never did give you your birthday present.”
I slowly move my hands down until they are resting just above his belt.
Bastian swallows thickly, his eyes flashing with desire. “You’re all the present I need, Aria,” he says. “I don’t want anything else.”
Aww. Sometimes, Bastian’s so unexpectedly sweet that it’s almost a jolt to my system.
Don’t melt into a puddle of goo, Aria.
“Would you like to know what I wanted to give you?” I quirk up an eyebrow and smile innocently, my fingertips tracing back and forth along his waistband.
Ask me. Go ahead. Let me blow your mind.
“Tell me, mausez?hnchen,” he commands in his typical control-freak manner. He looks like he’s ready to throw me down on the nearest flat surface and have his wicked way with me, and I’m trying to resist the urge to let him do exactly that.
“After our dance at Equinox,” I say, licking my lips. “I was going to drag you off the dance floor and into the men’s restroom for a very special birthday blowjob.”
Bastian goes from horny to green in seconds. “In a public restroom?” he asks, sounding aghast.
Oh God. This is hilarious. I think my big, scary dragon is a germaphobe.
“Mhm,” I nod, trying to hide my smile. “That’s right. I was going to push you against the wall…” I take a step toward him and reach for his belt. “Pull out your big, beautiful cock.” He still looks freaked out, and I have to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing out loud as he takes a step back as if to escape me and my terrifying germs. “And then I was going to fall to my knees in front of you… right there in the middle of the restroom. Where anyone could have walked in on us.”
“You were going to… in a public restroom?” he repeats.
I’m almost offended at the look of disgust on his face and the incredulity in his tone. Almost. This is the funniest thing of all time.
“You seem awfully hung up on the whole public thing. I would’ve locked the door before getting on my knees for you, but…”
“You can’t be serious about having sex in a public restroom.”
“Did I say sex?” I tilt my head to the side. “I was just going to give you a blowjob, but if you’d rather sex… I’m sure we could’ve made that happen.” I grin at him. “It was your birthday, after all.”
“Do you have any idea how filthy a public restroom is?” Bastian asks, his tone deathly serious.
I give up the fight and give in to my giggles. “Oh my God, you should see your face. I wasn’t planning on licking the floor, baby. Just you. Don’t tell me the big bad dragon prince is scared of a few measly Norm germs.”
His voice turns offended. “Just because I appreciate cleanliness doesn’t mean…”
He doesn’t finish his thought because I’m laughing too hard. Seeing my mirth, he reluctantly cracks a smile. “Okay,” he admits. “I’m a little paranoid.”
“Can Norm germs hurt you?” I ask curiously. “If you caught a cold, would you be sneezing fire?”
He shakes his head with a chuckle. “Like all shifters, we’re immune to most Norm diseases.”
“So what is it about public bathrooms then? I thought it was a rite of passage for men to have dirty sex in a darkened club restroom at least once in their lives.”
Bastian snorts. “Not everyone enjoys the idea of orgasming in a place where there is fecal matter on the ceiling.”
Wait, what? So. Much. Ugh.
“I am never going to forget that image,” I groan and then sigh. “It is a shame though. You’ll never know how good I am at giving blowjobs in a restroom.”
Bastian’s eyes flash with mirth as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal in protest and smack him on the ass. “Put me down!”
He ignores me and continues taking long strides to wherever he’s carting me off to. We abruptly stop, and the room spins as I’m righted. I stumble a little as the blood rushes back to where it belongs. Bastian flicks the light on, and I giggle when I realize he’s carried me to his personal bathroom.
Marble tiles, gold fixtures, and velvet drapes. Definitely not a dirty public bathroom. Luxurious is an understatement.
“What are you waiting for, mausez?hnchen?” Bastian asks. “I think I’d like my birthday present now.”
My breath catches in my throat at the hungry way he’s looking at me. Yes, please! All thoughts of teasing leave my mind as I fall to my knees in front of him. I quickly undo his belt and pull down both his pants and boxer briefs. Gripping his thick length in my hand, I look up at Bastian through my eyelashes as I run my tongue over his straining length.
Fire lights his blue-gray irises as I slowly suck him into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head, then take more of him into my mouth, going as deep as I can, swallowing around him so I don’t gag.
“Oh fuck, Aria.”
I use my mouth and hand in perfect sync, making sure every inch of his length is stimulated. Bastian is practically vibrating with need as I work him toward climax. I’m slick with desire, and I feel my free hand moving toward my pussy without conscious thought.
“Hands behind your back, Aria,” Bastian snaps.
My eyes widen, and I look up at him in question. “You heard me,” he says firmly.
Control freak. I moan around his cock, and my hands move pliantly behind my back. Bastian grips my hair and takes control of my movements. My nipples pebble to painful bullets and my pussy clenches hard. I love it when Bastian takes control.
He moves me up and down his length, telling me to suck harder. Telling me that I’m perfect. That I look beautiful with my mouth wrapped around his cock. That he can smell my wet pussy. Each dirty word ratchets up my own need until I’m delirious with heat. I want him so much.
“I’m going to come in this pretty little mouth,” he grinds out. “And I want you to swallow every drop.”
I moan in agreement, sucking him enthusiastically. Bastian’s length swells, then pulses as he releases in my mouth. I swallow him down, using my tongue and throat to milk him of every drop. “Fuck,” he groans again.
I’m so wound up that just one touch on my clit will do it.
I barely have time to catch my breath before Bastian’s got me bent over the sink, my pants around my ankles, and his face buried in my pussy.
“Bastian!” I scream as my orgasm explodes through my body. Holy shitballs Batman. I’ve never climaxed so fast in my entire life. I try to stand up, but Bastian’s big hand cracks down on my upturned ass.
“Did I tell you that you could get up?”
Hell yes. Dominant-Bastian is hot.
“No,” I reply meekly.
“Then stay where you are, mausez?hnchen.”
His tongue flicks against my clit, and I shudder. When he sucks it between his lips, I come undone. When he buries his fingers deep inside me, pressing against my g-spot with expert precision, I know I’ve died and gone to orgasm heaven. My body convulses as another climax racks my body.
Somewhere between orgasm two and three, I think I pass out. The next thing I’m aware of is being cuddled up to Bastian in his bed. I’m exactly where I want to be.
11
Aria