29. Wilder
Wilder
“Come down off there.” I wave to where he’s gripping the wall with both wings.
Oz lets go and drops to the mattress, eyes focused on me. Grabbing his hand, I bring it to my rigid cock and use it to stroke myself. His eyes go hooded as he wraps his fingers around my length and helps.
“Mmm, see this?” I gesture to where he’s touching me. “This is all for you, pretty boy, and I want to feel your mouth. I haven’t had that pleasure yet.”
“I can’t wait to do that,” he says with a sly grin.
I pull his hand away, wrap him in my arms, and sink us down onto the bed with my back to the headboard. Snuggling against the cushions, I love how his slightly cooler skin feels against my body. He reaches up and presses his lips to mine, tongue peeking out to trace a path.
Heat flares through me as I hold him tighter, hands roaming over the base of his wings, down to his ass and around his tail. His back hole’s soaked with his cum, and when I press my fingers to it, he groans.
“Need you there again,” he whispers before crawling on top of me and gripping our cocks in his big fist. He runs his hands down our lengths until we’re dripping all over one another, panting, kissing, devouring each other.
I’m not ready when Oz grabs a battle of lube and uncaps it, dripping it all over us. The chill makes me hiss, but when he follows the lube with his fingers, I groan and let my head fall back against his headboard.
He shoves away from my mouth and dips low, capturing my nipple between his teeth.
When he pulls gently, my cock throbs against his.
He swirls that cool tongue over the sensitive bud, moaning as he focuses attention there.
Kissing a path along the underneath of my pec, he makes for the center of my abs.
When he reaches down and pats the outside of my thigh, I shift down slightly.
He sinks lower, dragging his tongue down the line of my abs and over each one, tracing a sexy path as I try not to demand more right this second.
Sometimes, the hardest part about making love is forcing yourself to enjoy every moment and not rush to the end.
I love this part, yet I’m just as ready for him to sit on my cock and take it again so prettily.
I watch Oz’s head dip lower, dark lips puckering to place gentle, teasing kisses on my skin. Dominant growls tumble from my throat as I struggle to hold back an overwhelming desire to grab his horns and direct that mouth exactly where I want it to fucking go.
He scoots farther down my body, my cock spearing the air close, so damn close to his mouth. I thrust my hips to get there, the tip just barely touching his lips. He chuckles when it falls away.
Sitting up, he grins at me. “Are you needy, my big cowboy? I can tell you’re half a second away from bossing me around.”
Gripping my cock by the base, I guide it toward him, painting a string of precum along his dick. “I’m enjoying the moment, baby.”
He shifts his hips to bring his cock closer to mine, and then a slight vibration begins, and I gasp at the sensation. The tiny bit above his dick vibrates hard, the sensations rumbling down my length until I’m panting as I watch.
“Fuck, Oz,” I manage. “Give me everything you’ve got, baby; that feels so fucking good.”
The intensity of the vibrations picks up until I’m so close I can barely force myself not to let go. But I can’t; I won’t. I want to come inside that perfect ass, to feel him rippling in ecstasy around me. I want it with him.
“Get on top of me,” I growl.
He waggles those pretty dark brows. “You sure, big boy?”
Dipping low, he opens his mouth slowly and teases it over my crown, swirling his tongue along the ridge as he slips slowly off me. Before I can make another demand, he does it again, sinking down farther this time. Rational thought scatters as I watch his cheeks hollow around my length.
“You keep doing that, and you’re gonna make this cowboy lose his fucking mind.”
Oz doesn’t stop, though, just keeps sucking slowly, teasing me with feather-light licking until I’m moments from coming.
“Stop,” I beg. “Stop, Oz, give me a second.”
He growls, shifting deeper until my cock hits the back of his throat. And keeps going. I snarl as he keeps sliding down until I’m lodged fully in that sinful, sinful mouth. His tongue moves softly against the underside of my cock as he pulls off me.
I’m about to beg him to stop again when he begins bobbing on and off my cock with steady, measured moves, sucking at the end of each movement.
Dark hair falls in his eyes, his scent blooming harder, hotter as his arousal meets mine.
That long tail lashes at his back, wings tucked until I reach for one of his horns and stroke the length of it.
Growling, he sucks harder as he flares a wing wide, gripping a hole in the headboard wall behind me.
It turns me on so much to see that gorgeous wing with its strong bones and stretched beautiful skin.
So powerful, so strong, so masculine. I stroke his horn while he sucks me off, loving the way his little moans grow louder and needier.
The first moments of orgasm start to shatter through me and I grip his horn, pulling him off my cock. I gasp when it pops from his dark lips, precum dribbling from me. Orgasm fades even as I gnash my teeth with the need to chase it.
“I almost had you there,” Oz says with a victorious look, tail snapping faster. He bends down and presses a kiss to the tip of my cock. “Let me keep going, big boy. Pretty please?”
“Turn around,” I say instead. “And let me fuck you.”
He kisses my dick again, and it throbs against that wet, cool mouth.
But then he’s dutiful and spins seductively, dropping back down as he waggles his ass against my dick.
He lifts his tail to show his back pucker, arching to give me the perfect view.
His ass is sticky with his cum, and it takes everything in me not to lean forward and lap it.
But with all this teasing, I’m more ready to be inside him.
Gripping his left thigh with one hand, I grab the base of my cock with the other and guide it to that tight pucker.
He bounces against it, teasing my cockhead with slippery wetness.
I’m wholly unprepared when he shifts backward and takes me halfway inside him in one smooth move.
My dick disappears into that tight ass, his hole gripping me tighter than a godsdamn fist.
He leans forward onto my lower legs and uses his grip to rock up and back down, taking another inch of me. I’m gasping for air as he rocks up and down my dick. Shifting, I curl my hips to fuck up into him with steady, smooth strokes until nearly all of me is buried inside.
“Fuck, Wild, you feel so fucking good,” he moans. His black horns flex and straighten, wings draped on either side of me.
Grabbing the closest wing, I gently bend it and lift it so I can suck on the sharp tip and bite my way along his velvety skin.
He jolts but rocks harder up and down my cock, enveloping me in tight coolness until I’m practically sobbing with tension, barely holding on to an orgasm that’s gonna obliterate my brain.
“Oz,” I gasp. “Need you with me, baby; can you come for me, sweetheart?”
I’m about to start begging this sexy gargoyle to explode because I need it; I want to feel him all over me.
He jerks and clenches around me, throwing his head back as his ass pulses in waves around my cock. It spurs my orgasm, and I jerk, fucking up into him with fast, brutal thrusts as he falls apart.
And it’s so godsdamned beautiful.