Page 14 of Sticky for You
Laughter rumbled up my chest. He was too much. How could anyone fight the craziest rhubarb stalk that ever existed?
“Oh yikes! Everyone hide!” Apollo shouted out. “They’re doing it!”
“Get stuffed,” I mumbled past Tim’s seeking lips.
“Stuff me”—Tim exclaimed at the sound of material ripping—“full of lion cock.”
“I’m traumatized,” I thought I heard Apollo state dramatically. The guy should win an Oscar, seriously. But I’d already crashed through my bedroom door and was kicking it shut.
I attempted to drop Tim on the bed, but he was having none of it. Then I was holding the stalk of rhubarb as his clothes fell to the floor.
The sticky sap coating my fingers smelled of… custard?
Rhubarb and custard, it’s a thing. Now get those lips around my fuzzy stalk.
It was impossible to resist him. Right then, I didn’t even know why I’d tried to. I brought the sticky end of the stalk to my lips, inhaled, and opened my mouth.
That’s right, deep throat me baby. How deep can you take me? Suck my sticky stalk. Oh yeah, like that. Give me some tongue action… argh… to the rhubarb gods… so good. Feel my fuzzies, how wild they are for you. Wanna run them all over your body.
I groaned, my cock throbbed and leaked at his dirty encouragement. My mind became flooded with visuals as the fuzzy feel of his stalk rubbed in the inside of my mouth and throat. It was as if he was actually stroking my cock with them.
How the fuck was that?
It’s all in the rhubarb, he chuckled, twirling around on my tongue without me doing a thing.
“Geez,” I gasped around the stalk, thighs clenching together as I got a dollop of custard flavored slick.
That’s right, suck my custard.
How could that be sexy? How?
You’re my mate. It was meant to be.
His words rang through me as he gave another twirl, and my legs gave way. I twisted just in time to land on my mattress, cum hitting the front of my sweats at force as I panted around the stalk in my mouth.
Bite me!
Nothing on the planet would have stopped me. I bit the juicy, sticky stalk and tasted his sweet nectar.
To the power of rhubarb, he squealed in delight.
Could I argue when my cum was soaking my sweats? I collapsed back on the bed, sweaty and sticky, removing the stalk to look at it… feeling…
Sticky for me?
I know… sticky for us. A second later, Tim straddled my lap, grinning widely, looking extremely pleased as he lifted his limp cock and waved it at me. “See, tea drinking would never make me limp for you.”
I roared with laughter, the entire bed shaking as I sat up. “You are utterly—”
“Amazing.” He gave me the sexy smirk from earlier. “I’d go with amazing.”
Chapter Eight
Tim
It took me a moment to work out where I was. Warm, too warm. Sleeping next to a furry radiator. Soft bed, not damp soil. A hard, muscular body pinning me in place with one heavy arm. Miles of soft hair tickling my cheek. Maximus was a complete contradiction. Hard muscles, soft hair, squishy heart.
I opened my eyes, groaning as I squinted against the sunlight flooding the room. Then I turned to look at the most gorgeous sight in the world. My alpha lion was asleep on his belly, one arm sprawled across me as if to keep me pinned to his side. Did I get off on the dominance? You betcha, I did.