22. LION
Chapter twenty-two
LION
When we get to my place, I introduce Tim to the boys first.
“This is King,” I say, picking him up and holding him against my chest. He’s the biggest of the boys, black and white, and he’s also the one that Tim needs to win over for the others to come anywhere near him.
“Oh, he’s so sweet,” Tim says, lifting his hand up and bringing it slowly toward King’s nose. King smells his fingers, then headbutts my chin and nuzzles into my neck. “Aww, I like that spot, too,” he says, taking the opportunity to give King a scratch behind the ears.
Chip rubs against his leg, drawing his attention. “And, this is Chip, right?”
“Yep, he found me outside of a Chipotle. It’s how he got his name.”
“He’s just too sweet,” Tim says, kneeling, and Reynolds takes his opportunity to say hi next, pushing Chip out of the way to get a scratch under the chin from Tim, too. King is happy in my arms, getting his belly rubs and one-on-one time with me.
“Daffin should be around here some place,” I say, turning and looking for him. The window is open, and I know exactly where he will be. I walk over and lean out.
“Daffin, come on. Time to come home,” I call, King meows, and a moment later, Daffin steps out of Mrs. Crisp’s window. “Thanks, King.”
I head to the kitchen with King and grab the Kitty-Cream out for their treat. They get regular food, too. I just like to spoil them.
“Oh, wow, isn’t he fluffy?” Tim says as Daffin pounces down from the window onto the floor. “He’s like a giant ball of orange fur.”
“He’s also the only one who would prefer to be off visiting all day than hanging with his brothers,” I say, putting King on the counter and adding his purple bowl. “I’ll just give them this, feel free to look around. Oh, you wanted a shower. The bathroom is that door on the right. There are towels in the cupboard beside the sink. I can’t keep them out or the cats lay all over them and I end up covered in fur.”
I lay out the large share plate for the others and put in some Kitty-Cream for them, too, and Tim stands as they leave him to get their treat.
“I was actually hoping you might join me,” he says with a smirk.
“Oh, umm sure. It’s not a very sizeable shower, though, it’s over the tub, and, well, it might be a bit tight in there with the both of us… I’m…”
“Perfect,” he says, and I feel heat rise to my face.
“Come on, let’s get me all clean so you can make me dirty all over again,” he says, and he takes my hand and leads me toward my bathroom.
“Whatever you say, boss,” I reply, closing the bathroom door behind us to keep the boys out. Tim turns and loops his arms around my neck, pulling me into a deep kiss. His mouth on mine sends a surge of energy through my body, from my lips to my balls, and I lift his shirt, working it up inch by inch, letting the back of my fingers brush against his soft skin.
He moves his mouth along my jaw, kissing down my neck into the soft spot where it meets my shoulder, and I shudder.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” he asks.
“Yes, boss,” I say, and he looks up at me, smiling. I take the opportunity to take his shirt all the way off, and my gaze immediately goes to where I marked him.
His stare follows mine.
“I noticed this,” he says softly, tracing it with the pad of his fingers. Watching him touch himself, even just his chest, makes my cock thicken. Would he let me watch him touch himself in other places?
“I was thinking, if I’m the boss, it should be you that is marked, don’t you?”
“You can mark me as yours anywhere you like,” I blurt, and he lets out a soft laugh.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
He lifts my shirt at the hem, and I help him remove it, too, before he runs his hands down my chest, over my pecs, briefly circling my nipples with his thumbs and making them instantly harden.
“I think your mark should match mine,” he says, and he leans in and presses a soft kiss just above my right nipple. He kisses it softly at first, his tongue tasting my skin, slipping to brush against the nipple a few times before he increases suction against the spot and sucks until releasing with a pop.
“Perfect,” he says, and I look down at where he’s marked me. Claimed me for his own, and fuck, it’s a turn-on seeing it there. Calling him boss, all of it, is like nothing I knew I ever wanted, but fuck, I need it. Tim likes to take control, and I love that. I don’t want to be calling the shots, I want him to tell me what he likes, to tell me how to make him happy. I want to serve him in any way I can. Even that thought alone brings a pulse to my groin.
“I’ll turn on the shower for you,” I say, and I step around him and reach behind the glass for the control. When I turn back, Tim is completely naked, his sweaty skin shining in the amber light of my bathroom.
“You’re so sexy,” I say, letting my gaze move down and back up his body.
“Is there anything I can do for you? After all, you gave me what I needed today, it’s only fair I give you something in return,” he asks, and the thought of watching him returns.
“Umm, do you think maybe I could watch you for a bit?”
“Like in the shower?”
“Yeah. Or out of the shower. I would love to watch you touch… yourself.”
“Oh, I am totally up for that. How about we start in the shower and end in the bedroom?”
“Really?”
He closes the gap between us and unbuckles my pants.
“Absolutely. Do you promise to still call me boss?”
“Always.”
He smiles and grabs a towel from the cupboard, folds it over again and rests it at the head of the bath furthest away from the shower.
“What’s that for?”
“If you’re going to watch me, you need to be comfortable. You lay in the tub, you can rest your neck on the towel, that way I get to watch you watch me.”
“Yes, boss,” I say, and he purses his lips, grips his cock and strokes it slowly.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Yeah, you are,” I say, and we climb into the tub. The water is warm, and after I lie down, I’m swept up in the gorgeousness that is Tim all over again. His lean, muscled legs are glistening wet and perfectly defined all the way up to his tight, round ass. His back flexes as he reaches up to angle the shower head, sending water over half of me, before he turns, a soapy wet loofah in hand.
I gulp at the sight of his soaped-up chest, envious of the bubbles that trail down his stomach and over his hard cock.
It’s the most perfect kind of torture watching him.
“I need help to wash my back, do you think you could?” he asks after a few minutes, holding out the loofah and turning slightly so that I get an eyeful of his glistening wet ass above me.
“Whatever you want, boss,” I reply and climb to my feet, careful not to slip in the tub because that would totally ruin this moment, and I don’t want anything to do that. This moment is quickly turning into one of the best moments of my life.
I take the loofah, and Tim turns all the way around. Starting at his shoulders, I soap up his soft skin, washing away the dirt and sweat of the day.
Tim puts his hands on the shower wall and presses his ass out toward me, my hard cock slipping inside his cheeks.
“Fuck,” I moan, and he eases off and then does it again.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes, boss.”
He arches his back, sliding me between him again, this time pushing back even further until my whole cock is wedged between his ass cheeks, and his cheeks press against my groin.
He wiggles his hips, electricity surges through me, and I have to grab his waist with one hand, squeezing the loofah and sending bubbles down his back as I try to keep control.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom. I think I’m clean enough,” Tim says, and I practically leap from the bathtub.
Kneeling beside my bed, I grab the lube from the box under there, but before I can slide it back, Tim is beside me.
“Ohh, is that your treasure box of goodies? Can I see?”
I take the lid back off, peering up at him as I sit on my knees, ass resting on my heels, cock heavy and thickening between my thighs.
His gaze moves from one item to another, his lips picking up on a sexy-as-fuck smirk as he settles his attention on me. “I knew you liked to play from the plug, but I didn’t expect a whole box of goodies.”
“You can use whatever you like,” I tell him, and he strokes himself right there in front of me. “Or I can use one on you.”
“Would you like to do that?”
“I’d love to.”
“Which one would you pick?”
“The blue one,” I say without pause, and his gaze returns to the box before he nods.
“Go ahead, pull it out.”
I grab the end of the thick blue dildo sitting half under a silk bag of stretching plugs, and a silicone sleeve.
“Oh. It’s a double,” Tim says as the other end is revealed, and I look up, happy to find him even more excited.
“I bought it but never used it.”
“Even better that I’m going to be the one to fuck you with it first. On the bed,” he says, and I climb up onto the covers. Before I can lie down, he grabs me by the hips and moves me to stay kneeling in front of him on all fours.
“Wow, you have an amazing ass,” he says, sliding his palms over it, the calluses on his hands sending vibrations through me with every stroke. “I think I’ll start here.”
He spreads my ass cheeks apart, cold air sends a shiver through me, but the cold is immediately replaced by heat when his mouth presses against me. My fingers dig into the bed cover as his tongue swirls and laps at my entrance, his breath igniting every nerve down there. It’s over far too quickly as he pulls away with a final full swipe from my taint up the crease of my ass as he palms my cheeks in his fists.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t not take a bite with it just so perfectly placed in my face like this.”
“You don’t have to say sorry. I’m happy to give you anything you want. Do anything you want. What would you like… boss?”
He growls, grip tightening on my ass. “I want you to tease and spread me open so that when I fuck you with one end of that giant double dildo, I’ll be ready to take the other end.”
I whip around, grab him by the waist and pull him onto the bed with me, his warm still-wet body against mine, electricity surging through everywhere our skin touches.
Laying him back against the covers, I try to hold myself up over him.
“I’ll go slow,” I say, kissing down his chest, over his stomach and down the V, bypassing his cock, even though it’s already hard and leaking and I would love to take him in my mouth and suck him off until he exploded again, but he wants me to tease him, to open him up, and what Tim wants, Tim gets.
I kneel between his legs, bring his knees up and grab the lube.
Slick with lube, I don’t wait long before pressing one finger inside him, and he arches his back, moaning as I feel him clench and then loosen around me. I squeeze more lube over his balls, and as it slips down to meet my finger, I start moving in and out. His body welcomes me, opens with ease, and I add a second finger, twisting and stretching them apart to widen him, to make him ready.
Reaching under him, I grab his ass in my free hand, massaging as my fingers grow nearer until my thumb teases at the edge for a moment and then joins the fingers of my other hand inside him, stretching him even wider, pushing in and out until I’m sure it’s enough.
“Are you ready, boss?” I ask, slipping my fingers free and holding up the double dildo and coating one end in lube.
“Fuck, yeah. Game on, let’s go.”