Chapter Eight
Drew
I’d won the damn rhubarb lottery. The others had all thought it, but they hadn’t.
I had.
My sweet rhubarb looked so damn sexy stretched out on the couch covered in custard. The light coming through the window highlighted the vast expanse of muscles, and I’d nearly come on the spot. Only I’d ringed the base of my dick because I wanted to do that with his tongue in my ass while I sucked on the hunk of stalk between his legs that hadn’t quite gone flaccid.
I positioned myself like I’d promised I was going to, imagining his dick stretching my mouth wide and rubbing against the insides of my lips. Against my tongue and down the back of my throat. “My turn,” I stated in a sexy rasp.
I gave him a moment to admire my ass. I knew it was tight and round. Puffs of hot breath hit my hole right before a tongue lapped over the puckered skin; we mewled together. I ground down, loving how he kept his hands by his sides letting me control everything. See, I was the winner. No one could argue with it.
The tongue lapped around my hole in slow circles, then pressed flat before it moved in a rippling motion.
“O-oh m-my,” I stuttered, thighs burning at working to hold the exact position when it sent vibrations through my ass that ended up at the tip of my cock, which dripped onto the chest in front of me.
Taste so good. Want to go deeper… pleaseee.
Fuck me, he was begging me. I reached to ring my cock, struggling to not paint him in cum. Yes, to the llama gods who blessed me, yes.
A rumbled chuckle hit my ass, then the tip of his tongue stabbed at my clenching hole. The muscle burned, and I tightened my grip on my cock, my eyes crossing as he pushed in deeper, widening his tongue, grunting and moaning right into my ass.
Great Rhu.
Oh to Great Rhu.
Great Rhu, yesssss.
His cries filled my head, and my thighs shook with the effort to stay upright with how turned on he was. I could feel it.
Swimming in his feelings, I became consumed with them, which made my desire to come impossible to ignore despite how hard I ringed my cock.
I lurched forward and ground down, releasing my cock to catch myself, my hands planting on the cushions, effectively pinning his arms to his body. My mouth was then within touching distance of the fat head of his cock. Only he had other ideas, and the tongue in my ass jabbed deep, hitting my sweet spot with each thrust. It was game over, and I stretched my neck so I could get my lips around the custard covered head of his dick.
I wanted to taste his hot custard when I came. The second my lips clasped around the head, he howled in my mind and the tongue withdrew from my ass for his teeth to sink into my butt cheek.
Mine. You are mine.
I had no complaints with that. Or with the custard. Warm splatters of it flooded my mouth, coating my tongue, and I sucked harder, swallowing each tasty drop. My cock jerked at how his teeth released, only to move to bite my other cheek, marking me. The thought registered somewhere and set of a slow-burning fuse that traveled from my brain to my cock, which went off like the Fourth of July fireworks display. It was an endless show as I covered the rhubarb beneath me.
My balls ached by the time they were satisfied I’d covered the shuddering chest in front of me. Tempted to sprawl out as I was, I had something else in mind and shuffled back to the arm of the couch. Getting a leg on the floor was harder when I glanced into the upside down eyes that glowed with intense emotion.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, holding his gaze so he would know I meant it. I witnessed the pink flood his cheeks, and a following shyness appear. I awkwardly got my foot on the ground, noting that because his furniture was big enough to fit him, I would never look elegant dismounting him. Next time, we’d need to do this on the fluffy rug he had in front of his fire.
Next time.
The wave of giddiness made my cock twitch. “Yes. Next time.” I eyed his messy chest. “But first, I think we need to get you clean.”
He went to sit up, and I shook my head. “No, you’re fine as you are.” I pushed him back, seeing a furrow appear between his brows as he looked toward the stairs where the bathrooms must be.
I moved to the side of the couch and bent closer, licking from his nipple to his navel, coating my tongue in cum. Not swallowing, I moved close enough to kiss him. He groaned in understanding, the eagerness shining in his eyes. Open up.
His lips parted, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Now suck me clean.
His groan rumbled up my tongue as he did as he was told. I repeated the move several more times until his cock was once more hard and making a mess on his belly. Mine bobbed as I moved between his mouth and chest, brushing against his arm and shoulder. He lay passively, and I struggled to keep control and not impale myself on him.
When I’d finished, his fists had become clenched at his sides, his skin glistened with spit and sweat. His eyes were wild with lust. I stood back and grinned evilly at him. “I think it’s time I got to see you in all your glory.”
A moment later, a huge stalk lay on the couch, roots and leaves shaking. He was nearly as thick as his cock and my mouth watered when I picked him up, holding him close so I could run my tongue over his fuzzies. His groans filled my head and got louder as I nibbled on his leaves.
I took the place he’d had on his couch, and the warmth of his body imprinted into the cushions with his scent and mine was heady. Working on instinct, I ran the leaves down my body, over the head of my sticky cock and under my balls.
Whimpers filled my head as I brushed him over my hole. Want to squirt your custard in my ass?
The stalk twirled in my hand, dancing around so fast the fuzzies made my skin tingle like I had pins and needles. A squirt of custard landed on my ass and before I could think about it, he was stalk deep inside my clenching channel. He twirled and tickled me erotically, and I lost control. My fingers went limp and my stalk went to town, thrusting, twirling and tickling me until my balls throbbed hard enough that cum fired from me before I could register it was going to happen.
My ass clenched the stalk, but nothing stopped the madness of movement that made me delirious. Pleasure—beginning, middle and end, it was all I knew. It was all I felt coming from my stalk as jets of hot custard filled my ass. It leaked out of me, soaking the cushions beneath me, there was so much of it. On and on, he filled me until I was sure I could taste him at the back of my throat. I never wanted it to end.