Page 25 of Sticky for You

“This doing it for you?”

“Yeah… fuck… more dirt,” he cried out, rattling the glass in the shed windows.

I had a distant thought about how the neighbors were going to cope. It didn’t stay in my head long as his dirt-covered hands pinched my nipples until they ached, sending tendrils of fire straight down my cock. Spikes growing, Tim wailed and custard cum seeped between our bodies, triggering my release.

With each pump of cum into Tim, his wails got louder, “Fill me up, my lion… Spike me… dirty me up.”

He might have wilted, but his dirty talk hadn’t until I was exhausted and empty. I collapsed on top of him, unsure I could move to stop squishing him.

Tim lasted a minute. “Need to breathe,” he gasped. “We’re not all built like mons…lions.”

I rolled away and flopped onto my back.

“Sorry,” he said.

I turned my head to gaze at him. “It’s okay. It’s a learning curve for both of us.”

He smiled, and we tangled fingers together. I stared at him for longer, just because he was mine.

“You’re bossy, you know that?” I murmured, feeling like a wrung out lion.

“Rhubarbs are kinda dominant,” he agreed.

I wanted to throw a ‘Ya think?’ but I was supposed to be the alpha in this relationship.

Tim rolled over and straddled me. “Who holds the power, baby?” He shimmied on my groin, waking up my dick. “That’s right, it’s your rhubarb,” he cackled.

Oh yeah?

I rolled Tim on his back and suddenly he was faced with my lion, all mane, fangs, and claws.

“Fuck me,” he gasped. “You’re perfect.”

I leaned down, so we were nose to nose. I do the fucking, baby.

I swear I heard Tim whimper.

Perrrrfect…

Was he purring? Was my rhubarb purring at the idea?

I grinned at the noise. He loved the idea as much as I did.

I settled down to curl around him. But Tim shifted too, and I cuddled around his stalk.

Tim?

Tim?

A soft snore came through our connection, and I chuckled. I piled more soil around him, getting one little shimmy before another snore.

Sleep my little stalk.

Sleep.

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I didn’t realize I’d dozed off until the sound of arguing made me lift my head off the dirt and crack open my eyes to peer around the garden. I’d shifted in my sleep, curled around Tim, and hadn’t realized.