30. Wilder #2
I push onto my elbows and smirk at him as my cock twitches, the last vestiges of bliss pumping a final stream of cum from my tip. “I want you to eat it, baby. We all know troll cum is good for the hair and skin.”
His mouth drops open, but he shuts it quickly.
“Of course, cowboy. Yet another thing I can add to my Real Things I Know About Wilder. You’re my very own in-house skincare routine, and all I need to do is eat you.
” I playfully slap his chest. “Don’t put me outta business before I even get started, please. ”
Laughing, I manage to get myself upright and pull him between my legs. I take his mouth in a slow perusal, licking and sucking every inch of those swollen purple lips.
“I could do this for hours,” I murmur when we part. “But right now I want to put a plug in your ass and then go out.”
Oz rumbles, horns flexing straight.
I slap his ass. “Get me a plug you like that you can safely wear for a little while.”
He disappears to the bedroom once more, and I take the opportunity to mix my cum into the frosting until the whole bowl’s the palest of greens.
Oz returns with a small plug and hands it to me with a shy smile. “This one works.”
I pat the counter. “I’m gonna lick that pretty asshole and then fill you with this, okay, baby?”
He hops up and stretches like a cat, presenting that pretty back hole for me.
After uncapping the lube, I coat the plug and tease his ass with it. His tight muscles flex when I push carefully, teasing. I reach between his thighs and stroke his rigid cock until I can easily move the plug in and out of him.
After another moment of teasing, the plug pops slippery-smooth into his ass, nestled between those dusky purple globes. I can’t help myself—leaning forward, I run my tongue up the puckered skin between his sack and that stretched hole.
Oz sighs, waggling his ass, his tail spade thwapping against my ribs.
Pressing a trail of hard, open-mouthed kisses up his right ass cheek, I murmur into his soft, cool skin. “This is gonna feel so good later, sweetheart. I promise.”
He glances over his shoulder at me. “I won’t forget that promise, cowboy. Now should we go out?”
Laughing at how demanding he is, I pull back and slide his briefs over that pretty ass. I clench my jaw when it disappears from view, but it’s the perfect tease because I’m gonna be so deep inside him later.
I lean into the doorframe as I watch him pull his jeans back up and a shirt over his upper body. “Where do you want to go for lunch?”
“Lizard Lick Saloon,” he says offhandedly as he buttons the tee over his muscular shoulders. “I’m gonna be at Whiskey Business all night. I don’t want to spend my afternoon there too.”
Dismay fills me. I don’t want him to be gone all night. I want him here in his home with me. Or out at the temp cottage with me. I want to make him homemade popcorn and watch cheesy movies. Or maybe track down Willa and see what else she’s discovered since we left her.
I’m obsessive. I know it. He probably knows it. And I should be chill… I’m not the obsessive type. I’ve never gotten like this over a partner, never once in my life. It’s always been easy for me to leave them and move on. Of course, traveling with the bull riding circuit didn’t help that tendency.
Oz looks at me in the mirror for a moment, then spins and leans against the porcelain sink.
Sunshine from the skylight above him frames his darker skin and the beautiful swell of his elegant horns.
His wings are draped carefully over the sides of the sink, held low but not low enough to touch the ground.
“You alright, Wild? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Is it…are we moving too fast? Is this too much for you?” His lashes flutter as he literally shrinks like he’s trying to make himself smaller.
“Yes, we’re moving fast and, no,” I say with a low purr, stepping into his space and hovering my mouth over his. “Nothing about you is too much for me. I was just lamenting that you’re gonna be gone all night.”
“Well,” he shrugs as he plays with the collar of my shirt, “you could always come hang at the bar and talk dirty to me. Otherwise, it’ll just be me and Ginger behind the bar.”
I frown. “Won’t you be busy?”
He smiles, brushing his lips over mine. “Never too busy for you, baby. Plus, you can protect me in case Saint shows up. Asshole that he is, he just might.”
“Fuck that,” I bark, running a hand up Oz’s wing and stroking the left tip as I tuck it carefully at his back. “He’s not getting anywhere near you, and if he does—”
“You’ll rip him a new one?” Oz chuckles. “I don’t want Sheriff Rygold to have to toss you in a jail cell, but the idea of you decking Saint honestly does things to me.”
“He’s not allowed near you,” I remind Oz. “I mean, unless you want that. I guess I shouldn’t—”
“Stop,” he murmurs, pressing a big finger to my lips. “Let’s don’t dance around our thoughts and feelings, okay? It’s hard for me to just let it all out, but I want to try with you. Can you try with me too?”