Chapter Thirteen
Leonidis
“I-I don’t know if I’m r-ready—” I shivered just at the thought, not all of it from apprehension.
“We don’t have to do anything,” Butch assured me.
I raised an eyebrow. “You want to take me to bed, but you don’t want to do anything with me?” Did I sound peeved? I felt peeved. God, this was all so confusing with how conflicted I felt. I was swinging back and forth between what my body craved and what my mind said shouldn’t happen, faster than a porch swing.
He leaned forward to whisper, the warm breath making me shiver again as it wafted across the shell of my ear. “Oh, I want to do all kinds of down and dirty things with you, believe me, my lion. My fuzzies yearn for you.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I might be a screwed-up mess, but I longed for my mate to want me just as much as I desired him. My body wanted to jump his bones, my dick wanted to bury itself inside Butch, but again my head… it was still whirling around. Stupid head.
I stared down at the other head, which was ready to drill its way out of my filthy sweats. It knew what it wanted. Maybe I should turn my upstairs head off and let my dick do the talking, if that was possible?
“Hey.” Butch cupped my jaw and raised my head to look at him. “Stop thinking you have to leap on me. Let’s have a shower and take a nap. I haven’t slept in forty-eight hours.”
“That sounds perfect,” I confessed. Cuddling, yeah, I could totally get on board with that. If we were naked, even better.
He led me to the bathroom and stripped me of the clothing I’d grabbed when Randy woke me. I was conscious of the scars on my body, but he paid them no mind. I watched him undress and switch on the water in his shower cubicle. He tugged me in and we stood under the powerful, hot spray of water as the dirt and soot streamed down our bodies to swirl around our feet and down the drain.
“I needed this,” he groaned, resting his forehead on my shoulder. I ran my hands down his back in slow circles. At least I’d slept for a few hours earlier in the day.
I picked up the shampoo, squeezed some into my hand, and massaged it through his hair. Butch’s eyes fluttered closed and I could feel how much he was enjoying my hands on him. I made him rinse the shampoo out of his hair as I grabbed the body wash and smoothed soapy bubbles over his face. They trickled down his neck and arms, then over his broad chest, and my hands followed, thumbing over his nipples. They hardened under my touch. He had the fuzzy hairs of all the rhubarb, but they were thick and soft over his lower belly. He wasn’t as hairy as me, but he had enough below the belt to keep this lion interested. His fuzzies tickled my palms, sending tendrils of desire straight to my cock.
I squeezed more body wash into my palm, then sank to my knees, working on instinct as I washed his firm butt, his solid thighs and calves, and down to his feet. I avoided his cock even though I felt how much he wanted me to touch him. It was hard to avoid the way his dick hardened as I gazed at it. A thought struck me. I snorted, and he looked down at me.
“What’s funny?”
I stared up at him. “I’m wasting my time washing you if all you want to do is bury yourself in the soil.”
He grinned. “I needed awash. I felt so gritty. But you seem to have missed a spot…” He waved his thick shaft in front of my face.
Now it was my turn to smile. “Is that so?”
“Yes, it’s feeling very neglected.” His eyes begged for what he wanted, but he didn’t move, just waited for me to make the decision.
His smell, sweet and sexy, was too tempting, and I leaned forward to lick the tip of his cock. He groaned as custard pearled in the slit. His flavor hit my taste buds and encouraged me to explore. His custard was all mine. Only mine.
All his custard .
With your cream, he added.
Trifle!
We said the last word together, joking, and then I gave in to the desire for more and sucked the tip of his cock into the cavern of my mouth, holding it against my tongue, watching his eyelids dip with wanton desire. It flooded through me. The moment… felt right. We were far from having sorted out how this was going to work, but right then, I wanted to try.
He groaned his approval, as if picking up on my thoughts.
I was sure all of Valentine Growville could sense what we were up to. Figure out their sheriff was getting sucked off, and I reveled in it.
The one thing Butch was going to discover about me was that I had no gag reflex. And I couldn’t wait to see how he reacted. I took him all the way down my throat. It was one thing having sex over our link, but my hands cupping his butt, his dick fucking my mouth, and my knees protesting at kneeling on the cubicle floor as the water poured over us, it was nothing liked I’d imagined… but so much more. I didn’t feel defective. Or damaged. I felt… invincible at how the noises grew deeper, louder, begging me to suck harder, faster. I did everything he asked of me while he held still, leaving me with the control, which I knew was hard for him to do.
I dug my nails in his ass cheeks, pulling them apart, stretching his hole, heightening his sensations as he fed me his pleasure. The desire to sink inside him grew to epic proportions. Would he let me?
Yes.
I groaned around his cock at his immediate answer. No hesitation, just pure need for me.
Always.
Butch carded his hands through my hair and gripped tighter, showing me how he wanted me, and what he liked. I forced him to stay still, wanting him to understand I was an alpha and I wouldn’t just cave. His growl made me growl right back. He fed back to me how the sensations vibrating up the tip of his cock added to his pleasure as I let a finger slip over his wet hole, feeling it flutter under the tip.
I knew from the way his muscles tightened that he was on the brink of his orgasm. I wanted to lead him to the cliff edge and jump over with him, so I sucked him down to the hilt, cupped his balls in one hand, and gently moved my fingers over his taint.
He arched his back, pushed in that fraction deeper, and flooded my throat with custard as I tried and failed to yell around his throbbing shaft as my untouched dick sprayed cream over his shin and my thigh.
Holy lions!