Page 24 of Sticky for You
Oh, hell yes!
I flung off my clothes, not caring where they landed, then did the same with his jacket. It landed over a rusted seat. I yanked him down with me to the soil until I was on my back and he was over me, straddling my body.
“You suck my stalk, then fill me with cum to make me yours, then I can sleep.”
“Bossy omega,” he said fondly.
“Yours,” I assured him and shifted.
This time my change did not shock him and his mouth was quickly on my stalk, nibbling from top to bottom, my fuzzy hairs rasping a delicious counterpoint to his rough tongue. The friction was unreal. My stalk was ready to spray him with sweet custard.
Oh my Great Rhu. I’m gonna come just like this. Sweet lion. Pin me down. Tie me up. Take me. Make me yours. Maximus lifted his head and roared again. My stalk nearly shed its short hairs. That was so hot.
He looked down at me. “I’m going to do exactly what I want to you, and you are gonna take it all.”
I wiggled in his hands in agreement. He picked me up. And then he deep throated all of me.
Chapter Thirteen
Maximus
It was like living on a damn roller-coaster, the ups and downs were enough to make me feel queasy when all I wanted was Tim safe, happy, and in my arms forever.
He twirled around in my mouth and the fuzzies ran amok making it hard to think about anything other than my dick jabbing into the earth from where I hadn’t bothered moving when Tim had shifted. His desperation for me was my own undoing. I wanted to put his needs first.
You have, can’t you feel them?
The giggle was pure naughtiness as he wriggled around going deeper down my throat as if trying to reach my cock from the inside. I coughed and pulled him dripping from my mouth. In the light I could see the indentations on his stalk that were different from before. Is that my mate mark?
He twirled in my fingers, and I laughed at the thought he was trying to look at himself. Shift, I need to give you my own stalk.
Lions don’t have stalks. He tutted. You have monster spiked cocks, he declared as he shifted, and his cock was now in my hand as he kneeled in front of me grinning.
“Monster cock, is that a compliment?” I asked, knowing exactly what he thought but enjoying myself when he flushed so prettily.
Milking the cock I held, he made a sound between a whine and a moan. Using his custard, I ran my fingers under his balls and tickled his already slick hole.
“Ugh… can’t decide what I want more,” he complained, then wiggled out of my hands and twirled his finger. “On your back, my lion, it’s time to ride the stalk.”
“Is there nowhere safe from you two?” Apollo’s voice came from somewhere behind me, sounding pissed.
I rolled and glanced sideways, seeing nothing but the old shed. “We need the garden for Tim as he’s gotta regenerate in the soil.”
“That what we’re calling it now, is it?” Apollo didn’t bother to hide his sarcasm.
“Go away,” I shouted back, still not seeing him. Returning my attention to Tim, he crawled through the dirt patch and flicked soil all over me as he straddled me, sinking right down on my cock before I could register his intention.
“Holy fuck me rhubarb!”
“That’s the idea,” said Tim, looking like the rhubarb who’d gotten all the custard.
“Good god, I’m gonna be scarred for life! I am already,” Apollo muttered loudly from wherever he was hiding. The sound of boots hitting the ground was the only clue he was leaving.
“I did warn… oh yeah, that’s it, little stalk,” I cried out as Tim got busy.
He lasted two minutes before he wilted against my chest, puffing and panting. “Your turn. Grind me into the dirt!”
I flipped us over and ground him into the dirt as he requested. He groaned and picked up handfuls of soil, rubbing it over his chest, increasingly frantic sounds pouring out of him. His eyes slitted and I could literally see him regenerating before me.