Sold To The Dragon Princes: The Novel

by Daniella Wright

  “What are you…?” He inquires hesitantly, and Ricky smirks, sticking his thumb between my parted lips. Saliva drips down my chin, and he parts my lips even further.

  “Suck.” Ricky says softly. I redden, looking between the two of them. Jason watches with intrigue, gripping his own manhood and languidly stroking himself-- seemingly just enough to keep him on the edge. I wrap my lips around Ricky’s thumb, sucking like a greedy animal. He watches me through half lidded eyes, and I can only hope that if I please him enough, he’ll finish me off. The aching between my legs has almost become too much to bear. After a few moments of desperate sucking, he draws his hand away, gesturing towards Jason. “Now. Same treatment, different body part.” Ricky says teasingly. Jason’s eyes widen comically, and before he can speak, I obligingly drop to my knees in front of him, taking the tip of him between my lips. Ricky presses his palm to the back of my head, guiding me into taking Jason’s manhood deeper and deeper into my mouth. Jason refuses to meet either of our gazes, biting his thumb in an attempt to smother his strangled cries.

  “Why are you…” Jason implores, trailing off into a groan. I can’t help but wonder why Ricky is so eager to see the other man get off as well.

  “Nevermind me, you just focus on each other for now.” Ricky murmurs. I can feel his eyes watching our every move, and feeling eager to please him, I suck on Jason’s length as desperately as I had Ricky’s thumb. I use my tongue as well as I am able, flattening it out to make more room for Jason’s wide girth in my mouth. My mouth is growing sore, but I take him even deeper, managing to suppress my gag reflex as he just touches the back of my throat. I begin to pull back, but all at once I feel Ricky’s hands on my ass, shifting me onto my hands and knees. “Don’t stop what you’re doing.” He murmurs, and I can’t help but oblige. I bob my head up and down Jason’s length, all too aware of Ricky’s hands positioning me for… what, I’m not sure. It becomes all too clear, however, as I feel something much larger than a finger pressing against my heated entrance. I struggle not to choke on Jason’s length, my mouth parting even further and drool dribbling down my chin. Jason groans, gripping my chin and all but humping my face.

  “Oh god… oh, god, I’m gonna…” Jason groans, and Ricky rumbles that familiar laugh. I groan as he begins to enter me, feeling myself spread nearly to my limit. Jason hilts himself in my mouth, and strands and strands of his load begin to shoot down my throat. I swallow eagerly, milking him for every drop I can get. When it seems he can take no more, Jason edges away from me.

  “I win.” Ricky says smugly, and before either of us can question him, he thrusts solidly into me. I feel myself stretch to accommodate him, a strangled cry of pain and pleasure spilling past my lips.

  “Win?” Jason says uncertainly, eyes widening as he seems to realize what the other man means. “Ah, no fair! You cheated!” He accuses, but Ricky ignores him, and truth be told, I can only vaguely understand what he’s on about. I’m too focused on the sensations flooding through me as Ricky all but pounds into my tight nethers, digging his nails into either side of my hips. He groans gutturally, and Jason grows quiet, watching us with wide eyes. I drop onto my elbows, keeping my rear held high for Ricky to repeatedly penetrate me from behind. I feel like I’m being slid across the locker room floor from the force of each of his thrusts, but can’t find it in me to care. To make up for the position I’m in, I squeeze my inner walls around him as he pounds into me, trying to keep him inside of me for as long as I can. The effect is immediate, and he groans loudly, thrusting into me faster and more furiously than I thought I could take.

  “Ricky!” I cry out, and he tenses a hand in my hair, growling almost animalistically. I feel him swelling inside me, straining, eager to spill his load into my waiting insides. I squeeze around him once more, and he cries out, shooting his load deep inside of me. I feel myself crashing into my peak hard as he continues to thrust, making an utter mess of both of us as our combined juices spill onto the floor beneath me. Jason grunts, and though I had not realized it, I notice that he is swollen to his full size once more, rapidly stroking his length as he watches us.

  “J-jenny….” Jason manages, spilling his seed on the locker room floor in front of him. Ricky groans, pressing against my back and pulling me onto my side. We collapse bodily on the locker room floor, and Jason slumps to the floor a couple of feet away from us. We are all silent for several moments, before Ricky mutters quietly to himself.

  “That was better than dunking on Jay.” He murmurs. I swallow a laugh, burying my face in his chest. Jason watches us with a curious quirk of his brow, and Ricky shrugs his shoulders before holding his arms out for Jason to join us. Jason hesitates, but steps towards us, settling on the other side of me.

  “You two can’t always be competing.” I murmur, and the two exchange a look.

  “How about we work together, then?” Ricky suggests. Jason tilts his head, and Ricky grins before gesturing to the mess between my legs. “We can clean up her mess together.” He offers. Jason hesitates, and I redden at the implication, attempting to press my thighs together.

  “I don’t think I can take any more--” I begin, but they seem reluctant to listen, and Jason bites the bullet before burying his face between my thighs. Arousal surges through me as I realize that it’s not my essence alone that he is lapping out of my dripping entrance, and Ricky soon joins in on the fun, licking clean any juices that had splattered on my stomach. The two lavish me in affectionate strokes of their tongues, and I can’t swallow a squeal as Jason shoves his tongue into my already stretched hole. I groan, and though it’s certainly not as girthy an intrusion as Ricky’s manhood had been, it’s enough to send shaking bouts of pleasure through my body. Ricky pauses in his thorough cleaning of my flesh, watching Jason with a curious yet aroused expression. He drops down beside Jason, leaning in to watch closely as Jason’s tongue thrusts in and out of my flexing womanhood. Ricky grins, pressing the palm of his hand to the back of Jason’s head.

  “Really get in there, Jay.” He murmurs, and Jason grunts in response, more frantically lavishing my entrance with attention. I watch as Ricky keeps the pressure on the back of Jason’s head, bringing his free hand to the apex of my thighs, just above where Jason is desperately pleasing me. He presses his thumb to my clit, and I cry out, the sensations washing over me like a tidal wave. Just when I thought we were done, it seems the boys are determined to show me they can work together. Not that I’m complaining…

  Ricky circles my clit with his thumb, and I blush in embarrassment at how lewd Jason sounds lapping at our combined juices. I mewl helplessly, squirming against the sensory onslaught. When it seems things can get no more intense, Ricky grazes the edge of his fingernail against my straining bud. I cry out in ecstasy, feeling a gush of liquid shoot out to meet Jason’s waiting tongue. He groans in pleasure, and my body jerks at just how intense the sensations are as he continues to lap at me. Two orgasms in, and I’m certain another will kill me. I wriggle away from Jason, offering him an apologetic look.

  “I really don’t think I can take any more…” I gasp out, and the two exchange vaguely disappointed looks. Their manhoods, so contrasting yet so alike, both stand at attention, and I feel almost bad for allowing them to go forgotten. “Get on either side of me.” I order gently, and Ricky considers me curiously.

  “You don’t have to do any more than you already have…” He offers, but I offer him a stubborn glare while Jason obligingly slides into place. I reach out, wrapping my hand around Jason’s quivering rod. He jerks against my palm, and Ricky watches in fascination before edging into his assigned spot at my other side.

  “Now the first win goes to Ricky… but let’s see how the two of you do this time…” I murmur, wrapping my other hand around Ricky’s length. I give both of them a tentative squeeze, watching their contrasting reactions. Jason smothers his cry of pleasure with his hand, pressing against my palm in earnest. Ricky on the other hand allows himself a pleased groan, but
tries to keep himself composed from the waist down. It’s obvious that aside from getting off, winning this thing is certainly on Ricky’s mind as well. Deciding that he needed a bit of his own competitive medicine, I slowly work my hand up and down Jason’s manhood while moving my hand more swiftly along Ricky’s squeezing rhythmically as I go. If Ricky notices the unfairness of the situation, he says nothing regarding it, simply curling his toes against the feeling and squeezing his eyes shut. He pulses in my hand, and I glance to Jason who is watching me with a look of appreciation. I wink at him before brushing my thumb to the tip of Ricky’s length. He cries out, jerking his hips forward unbidden.

  “What’s wrong, Ricky Rick? Can’t handle the heat?” Jason says softly, and if anything, this seems to stir the fire in Ricky’s gut even more. He’s utterly throbbing, groaning wantonly as he struggles not to give in to his feelings.

  “Sh-shut up Ja-” He cuts himself off on the other man’s name, jerking his hips up desperately. “Shut up Jason!” He cries out, though there is no malice to the words. He actually sounds like he’s enjoying the other man’s presence more than he would like to admit. Jason meets my gaze, blushing at the sound. I slow my stroking of Jason’s length even further, almost to an agonizingly slow pace. He grits his teeth, and when I tilt my head inquisitively, he simply nods in reply.

  “Come on bro. You know you can’t win them all…” Jason taunts, his voice sounding strained. Ricky groans, and I up the pace of my stroking. Ricky opens his eyes, meeting his rival’s gaze and holding it, as if that will help him stave off the inevitable. He seems oblivious to my slow pace of working Jason’s manhood, instead keeping their eyes locked.

  “I can… and will.” Ricky gasps out. He bares his teeth animalistically, and Jason simply smirks in turn, wrapping his hand around my own and lowering his eyes to his own length. Ricky follows his direction, though it seems the last thing he wants to do. He draws his lip between his teeth, swallowing an agonizingly pleased groan.

  “Just let go, man.” Jason urges. Ricky swells in my hand, but he seems to be determined to hold on. I lean closer, squeezing him towards the tip of his length.

  “Come for me, baby.” I murmur. That seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and Ricky all but howls in pleasure as he spills his seed on my hand. Relieved to have won at least this battle, Jason begins to work my hand on his length at a more furious pace.

  “Oh… oh…” Ricky howls, and Jason smiles deviously through his haze of lust, taking aim as he swells in my hand. I’m not sure what his plan is, but as Jason cries out in pleasure, shooting out string after string of ejaculate, I watch as his seed splatters on Ricky’s stomach. Ricky’s eyes widen in shock, and his groans of pleasure die down to a little groan of unhappiness. “Dude, sick.” He manages, wiping his hand through the sticky goo on his stomach.

  “You like it, bro.” Jason manages once he comes down from his high. Ricky rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to retort. He’s cut short by a banging on the locker room door.

  “Hey, what on earth are you kids doing in there!? The game was over an hour ago!” A masculine voice calls, and the two rivals exchange fearful glances.

  “Coach!” Jason whispers urgently.

  “Duh! Get dressed!” Ricky replies. I draw away from the men, struggling to pull my clothes on as they do the same. The pounding at the locker room door continues, and after a moment, the coach speaks again.

  “That’s it! I’m coming in there!” He announces. Ricky bolts to the door immediately, and I stare confusedly after him. He had just barely managed to get his jersey on, and was still naked from the waist down. I look to Jason, who looks in just as bad shape. He grabs me by the wrist, and I thank god that I at least manage to get my shirt and panties on as he drags me out the back exit of the locker room. We spot Ricky continuing to sprint away, and bolt after him, laughter spilling past my lips as I realize just how ridiculous the situation is.

  “You two look like idiots!” I announce happily. Ricky doesn’t reply, instead throwing open the door to his dorm and stumbling inside. Not waiting for an invitation, Jason and I slump through the door as well, slamming it shut behind us. Ricky gasps for breath, and the two rivals exchange a look.

  “You almost got us caught, you idiot!” Ricky growls.

  “Me?! You’re the one who can’t just do what he’s supposed to!” Jason retorts. Ricky’s eyes widen, and they begin to bicker furiously, jabbing their fingers at each other and cursing loudly. I watch the two fondly, knowing that in spite of how much they bicker, they care very deeply about each other. More than anything, I’m happy to be part of their dynamic now, no matter how strange it may be. I’ve never had much experience with basketball, at least not first hand. All I know is that Ricky was certainly right. This was definitely better than a slam dunk.

  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a couple of foul balls to take care of....

  END

  First Time In College

  ~Bonus Story~

  A Steamy New Adult College Romance

  Hailey Rose is leaving home for the first time. Having grown up on a farm in Kansas, Hailey has always worked hard studying so that she would get into a good college. She wasn’t a part of the popular crowd, and she had never had a boyfriend. When she was accepted to New Hampshire’s Westwick College her parents were thrilled. Although Hailey was scared to move so far away from home, her parents insisted it would be good for her. So Hailey moved, hoping she would find a way to make some friends soon so she wouldn’t be too lonely. She hadn’t counted on falling in love with the first boy she pissed off the night she arrived on campus, but there was something about Liam that she couldn’t resist.

  Liam Elliot didn’t have any real friends. He had people he hung out with, but that was mostly just to numb the pain and anger that was always lurking just below the surface. It didn’t take long for him to build a reputation around campus as the crazy, angry guy, but he was used to that. When he met Hailey, the first thing he did was bite her head off. Feeling guilty, he decided to help her out when she wound up in one of his classes. Unlike most people, Hailey never judged him based on the rumors around campus. She was kind, and seemed to truly want to know him. Liam soon found himself wanting to spend more and more time with her, and no longer needing the poor distractions he’d found to hide from his dark past. Instead, Hailey brought him light for the first time.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  I looked around my bedroom as all of the boxes that now held my stuff. It was scary to think that in just a few hours we would have all of this loaded in the car and I would be going to New Hampshire’s Westwick College. I had never been anywhere, and now I was leaving Kansas and living on my own at college in New Hampshire. I have never been good at making friends and at seventeen I only have one person who I would truly call a friend, and she is not coming with me. Honestly, if I had not gotten full scholarship to Westwick then I would be staying in Kansas and attending a local community college most likely.

  My parents are convinced that this will be a good experience for me to come out of my shell and grow into an independent and intelligent young woman. They are so proud that I earned a scholarship to a good school, and they have told all of their friends. If I chose to back out and decide to stay home for school, it would break their hearts. So here I am, headed to a school in a place I don’t know with a lot of people I don’t know. I hoped to get a roommate like myself; quiet, here to learn and study. However, when I make it to my dorm and meet Cindy Page it is quite clear that will not be the case.

  Cindy is everything I am not. She is beautiful with long blonde hair and curves that would make any boy beg to be her boyfriend. Cindy is loud and outgoing, and from the moment my parents left the room all she could talk about was all of the parties we would go to together and how much fun it would be. While she went on and on about all of the parties she has already heard about I avoided eye contact and silently unpacked my things. Cindy might b
e lively and love to party, but I had not been to a party since I was young enough that everyone was still having their birthday parties at Chuck E Cheese.

  Apparently, Cindy takes my silence to mean something else because she gives up trying to get any responses out of me, and starts unpacking in silence after a while. If I really think about it she probably took me to be a snob; like I thought I was too good to talk to her or be seen attending campus parties with her. After a few minutes of enduring Cindy’s silent treatment, a thought occurred to me. If I did want to make any friends while I was here, then making a bad impression on my roommate within my first hour at college was probably not the way to go.

  I laid the shirt I was about to put away down on my bed and turned around face Cindy. “Hey, Cindy. Look, I’m sorry. I’m not really good at this whole making new friends thing, and I haven’t really been to anything close to a college party before. I guess I was just a little overwhelmed by all of your enthusiasm so soon.”

  Cindy looked at me for a moment like she was weighing the truth of my words. She finally smiled. “It’s okay, Hailey,” Cindy told me. “You can make it up to me tonight over drinks.”