30. Wilder
Wilder
Once Oz falls asleep, I stare at his sleeping form for a while, admiring his muscular dips and curves.
He sleeps with one wing tucked at his back and the other draped huge over the edge of his nest. Like all gargoyles, the wooden headboard wall is blank—a spot he’ll carve with his family memories once he takes a mate.
Every other wall is covered with carvings. A male and female I assume must be the grandparents. There appear to be lots of happy memories, and I’m thankful for that. But seeing all the memories carved into his nest walls reminds me just how little I actually know about him.
I can’t sleep, even though he’s softly snoring against the back wall, tail wrapped firmly around his thigh.
His cock—finally spent—rests against his leg.
His cum still covers his lower belly, and it takes everything in me not to lean down and lick him clean.
I don’t want to wake him, though, and now is a good time for me to learn a little more about him.
Not in a snoopish sort of way, I hope.
Rising, I leave his bedroom and head back toward the main room.
I’ll grab more water for when he wakes. In the kitchen, I admire a collection of vintage-looking spice jars.
He must enjoy cooking, or collecting kitchen shit at the very least. Yet when I open the fridge, there’s almost nothing there but takeout boxes.
Frowning, I consider that I haven’t actually seen him eat that much unless we’ve been at the coffee shop.
Hmmm. I don’t like that. That’s gonna change.
Looking around the kitchen, I note a few more things I don’t love—trash overflowing with takeout containers. Random bottles of water mostly filled, meaning he never finished drinking them. I know he works a lot and keeps somewhat odd hours, but I need him to take care of himself.
Or let me do it.
Standing at his island, I consider what I’m doing. We’ve never been on a real date. Tonight’s the first time we’ve even come close to talking about a real date. Everything feels backwards. But maybe that’s fine, because I’m about to do something even more backward.
Heading back to the bedroom, I lie down, hoping for at least a few hours of sleep. But I set my alarm for when the store opens so I can grab some things for him.
Hours later, my eyes spring open before the alarm even goes off.
I hop out of bed and dress, then head out of Oz’s apartment, careful to leave the door cracked so I can get back in.
Half an hour later, I’m back with three bags full of groceries.
Eggs, milk, some things to bake for him but also meal prep if he wants it.
I’m second-guessing if this is way overstepping when he shows up in the kitchen wearing nothing but gray sweatpants and his hair in that sexy little bun on top of his head. He slides onto a barstool and eyes the groceries. “So, you figured out my dirty little secret, huh? All I eat is takeout.”
I run both hands through my hair. “Is this too much? I just…I thought we could cook together, and I’d love to prepare some things so you don’t have to eat out if you don’t want to.”
Ginger whines up at me.
“Plus Ginger needs treats,” I tack on.
He laughs. “That sounds…really nice, actually. Growing up, my granny cooked every meal because my folks worked a lot so I lived with her. She tried to teach me, but I was a poor student. These days, I’m just so busy.
” He winks. “And some monsters have been keeping me even busier than usual, you know.”
I pat the tray of eggs I left out on the counter. “Can I make up for that by cooking you a proper breakfast? I was thinking omelets and some protein muffins. It’s what I usually eat.”
Amethyst eyes drift appreciatively down my body. “Mmm. Is that what you’ve been doing, Wild? I thought it might have been all that…riding.” He nips his lower lip suggestively, and my knees buckle.
I grip the countertop to keep myself upright because everything this male does tantalizes me.
“Breakfast,” I demand. “And then you can do whatever you want with me until your schedule for the day starts. I’m not…not sure what you’ve got going on.”
He lifts both muscular arms over his head, stretching as he does the same with both beautiful wings. “Mmm, I’ve got a dinner shift at Whiskey Biz, but that means I’m free until four. Free for whatever you want. If you’re free, I assume.” Dark lashes flutter against his high cheekbones.
Ah, that weird dance where you’re dating, and it’s new, and you don’t want to assume the other person has all the free time to hang with you. Or even wants to. Even if you desperately want them to want to.
“I’m yours,” I say confidently. “Although, if I’m honest, it wouldn’t surprise me for Willa to show back up and have some other adventure to drag us on.”
“It’s pretty interesting, don’t you think?” Oz cocks his head to the side as I watch him. “What do you make of the whole underground lair thing?”
“Tell me where I can find a bowl, and I’ll tell you what I think.”
He stands and rounds the island, bending low and waggling his ass as he grabs a bowl from a low shelf.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” I manage when he stands and hands me the mixing bowl.
“I aim to please,” he says with a saucy grin. “Now, tell me about these muffins and what you think about Willa’s adventures.”
Setting the bowl down, I grab him by the hips and put him on top of the counter. “You, stay there and watch. Eggs are easy. Muffins require marginally more ingredients. This is par for the course for my sister. She’ll discover something nobody ever knew existed, and that’s just how she rolls.”
Ten minutes later, he’s digging into a heaping plate of scrambled eggs with sauteed vegetables while I slide the muffin tray into the oven.
Licking a spoonful of protein frosting, he waggles his brows at me. “How long are these muffins gonna take to bake?”
“Nine minutes.” I step between his thighs and close my mouth over the half-full spoon, hollowing my cheeks around it while I get lost in those amethyst eyes.
He moans softly while I run my tongue over every inch of the spoon’s head, licking it clean. “Godsdamn, cowboy, you know how to tease me. I don’t think it’s possible for me to come any more than I came last night.”
“Make me come, then,” I say with a smile. “I’ve got an idea.”
A dirty fucking idea, but I’m not holding back with him. Not anymore. Because some deeply instinctual part of me knows that whatever I dish out…Oz can take it.
He slides off the counter and pats it. “Up here, cowboy.”
Shoving my jeans down, I step out of them and then settle onto the countertop. I spread my thighs wide enough to make space for him. But when I reach for him, he chuckles and pulls away.
“Nuh-uh. Lean back on your hands, baby; I want to give you a little show.”
I loose a breath as I lean onto my palms, waiting to see what he’ll do next.
Oz winks at me as he disappears toward the bedroom, reappearing a few moments later with the bottle of lube.
My ass clenches at the idea of him playing with me like that. He’s got so many beautiful fucking options between his huge fingers and that tail and even the wings.
Propping my right foot up onto the countertop, I spread my thighs wider in anticipation. Oz stands before me with a sexy smirk as he lifts his tail between us. After uncapping the lube, he coats his tail spade and then pushes it into my hand.
“Cover my spade until it’s well lubed.”
I drag my fingers through the cool gel, rubbing it onto the thick surface of his spade. Amethyst eyes flash, his black pupils narrowing as he curls the end of his tail into a tight cone.
When he sets the lube on the counter and presses his spade to my ass, I jolt at the chill. Gasping, I let my head fall back as I focus on relaxing. Guess this is what we’re doing first, and I’m not mad about it, because—
A wet tongue slips up the sensitive, puckered skin on the underside of my cock, and I grunt, doubling over as I instinctively reach for Oz’s head. Eyes flashing open, I watch as those purple lips close around my cockhead. His cheeks hollow, and he sucks hard enough that I jolt my hips for more.
“Fuck,” I hiss, moving my fingers to his horns.
When I touch them, they flex and straighten, and he groans around my tip.
The vibration of his cool, wet mouth has me spurting precum onto that pretty tongue. It’s too much, watching him lave my tip like it’s the most delicious lollipop.
His tail nudges at my back hole, slipping the slightest bit inside. A groan tumbles from my throat at the intrusion as it stretches me. He pushes further and further as he slides down the length of my cock with that sexy fucking mouth.
“Oz,” I manage, gripping his horn and using it to guide his lips on and off my dick. “Harder, baby.”
He surges forward, taking me to the hilt as his spade slips inside my ass with a pop.
A third, more desperate moan erupts from me as I let my knee fall wide to give him access.
Lifting my hips off the counter, I thrust up into his mouth as he fucks my ass with that talented tail.
I haven’t done this…have never wanted this.
But I fucking want it with him.
Heat rushes down my back, my muscles trembling from trying to hold back the cum. My heart gallops along as I watch him suck me off and fuck me all at the same time. When a cramp has me lifting my palm, Oz swoops a huge wing around and cradles me from the back.
And that’s it.
I’m fucking done.
Roaring, I pump his mouth full of cum as it explodes from me. But he had me so hot, I’m not nearly finished, so I pull my dick from his mouth and angle my hips, unloading into the muffin frosting.
Oz gasps, the sound morphing into a groan as I stroke my cock until it’s spent. Pale green cum pools on top of the frosting as I fall back onto the countertop and try to catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs. “That was so fucking hot, Wilder.”