Chapter 14
Chapter fourteen
Fin
With a wet and pliant Ricky in my arms, I couldn’t help kissing him. He looked blissed out, leaning into me like he would fall asleep right there. Rising, I found body wash and a washcloth, sudsing it up before crouching to clean him.
“I hope this isn’t Rel’s washcloth,” I commented and Ricky let out a single laugh.
“He uses a new one each shower,” Ricky slurred and leaned into my touch as I scrubbed his chest up to his neck. “The body wash is his, though.”
The body wash smelled more like Rel than Ricky, but the only soap bar was by the sink. “Makes sense. You seem like a three-in-one guy.”
“Hey, I resent that accusation. I use conditioner for my hair.” I thought he was done but then he laughed again. “And my pubes.”
Rolling my eyes, I reached down to wash said balls. His words reminded me how young he was. Though Ricky, Fowler, Riley, and Rel would all be thirty next year, they seemed like kids sometimes. The way his muscles rippled while I sucked him off was very adult.
“What do all these tattoos mean?” I asked to distract myself from my own hard dick and aching balls.
“Jus’ liked ‘em,” He answered with a shrug as I leaned him closer to scrub his back. “Did a bunch myself.”
Stalling my movements, I moved back to see his face. Ricky still looked sleepy, but he met my eyes. He looked shy all of a sudden. “You did your own tattoos?”
“Yeah. Got bored on the road and had a tattoo artist show me how. Got my own kit, now.”
“That’s cool. I didn’t know you did them.”
“Not all of ‘em,” he shrugged again and lifted one arm to show a water color skull just below his armpit. “Under the upper arm hurts like hell. No way I could do that spot on myself.”
He sounded more awake talking about his tattoos, so I stood and offered my hand. Instead of taking it, Ricky kneeled in front of me. “What are you up to?”
“You said I could suck you too,” he pointed out with an almost pouty lower lip.
“I did.” Thumbing his lip until Ricky licked the digit, I grinned down at him. “Show me if you’re as good as I remembered while in pain last year.”
Ricky grinned back at me before taking the pointed head of my dick in his mouth. I hadn’t had a ton of blowjobs because of my unique shape, and never where I could look down and see the giver so clearly. Ricky might be the worst person for me to be fucking, but damn if he wasn’t gorgeous.
Cursing as he took me deeper, I put one arm out to hold myself up against the wall. Cupping his head, I didn’t urge him deeper or faster, only reminding Ricky I was there as his brown eyes fluttered closed.
We shouldn’t be doing this when Rel could come in at any time, but damned if I was going to let him go right then.
Ricky licked down the underside of my dick from my tip, past where my knot would pop, to my balls and back again before taking me deep. His throat convulsed around me and I felt my balls draw up.
Coming fast was never an issue for me, with the anxiety of my partner seeing or feeling my knot behind every encounter, but with Ricky I was right there. Granted, I had been worked up since the day before in the garage to making him come twice since then. And that fucking lingerie.
Groaning. I couldn’t help my thrust deeper into his throat. Ricky hummed around my length and reached up to tug at my balls, and I was done for. “Coming,” I choked out before pulling back enough to spurt on his tongue as he lapped it each release.
Ricky wrapped both hands around my knot and squeezed, making me let out another volley of come at the contact.
Fuck, had I ever come so much? Yeah, the last time he blew me.
Moving back to get a break on my sensitive flesh, I reached for the washcloth and washed off Ricky’s face before giving a cursory wipe to my dick and turning the water off.
When I stepped out to grab a towel, Ricky’s hand grabbed one wrist. “Wait. Stay?”
Stay? Did he want me to stay the night? I didn’t do sleepovers. “Ricky…”
“You’re as tired as I am,” I argued, licking his lips and letting my wrist go. “And if they call and need us, we’ll both be able to get there faster.”
While I could argue they could call one of us and then we’d let the other go, I found I didn’t want to argue. “Okay.”
“Yeah?”
Grabbing a purple towel, I tossed it to him. “Dry off and show me where the bed is.”
“This is Rel’s towel,” he informed me, hanging it up and taking the grey towel I was using even though it was damp from me.
The idea of Ricky rubbing my scent all over himself was hot. But then sharing a bed would do that as well.
Mine. Claim.
My wolf preened at the idea even as I picked up my clothes from the floor and knew they’d go on and mask his scent. I followed Ricky from the room. We’d brushed our teeth at the pack house with their spares, and I really was exhausted.
Ricky led me to the second door across the hall. I was surprised when he opened the door to reveal a big, pine, four-poster bed. It was king-size and took up most of the space.
“Rel kept his old room and I got his parents’ space,” Ricky explained, pulling the dark blue covers back to reveal crisp white sheets. He slid in naked and I went around to the other side.
“This isn’t their actual bed, though. Right?” I asked, feeling self conscious about getting into the bed of a couple I’d been friends with for years before the Kazen’s got tired of the bullshit and left the state.
“No, I need a good mattress,” Ricky confirmed and I slid in beside him. “Upgraded a few years ago.”
“Nice,” I nodded and pulled the sheets over me before staring up at the wood-plank ceiling.
Ricky turned off the light and we laid there in silence for a long moment, listening to the crickets and frogs outside. This was awkward. Maybe I should just get dressed and go home?
Ricky sighed and rolled over. “Lift your arm.”
Without thinking, I did as he asked, letting the smaller man tuck into my side as he rested his head on my chest. “Oh,” I said stupidly. “What’s this?”
“This is called cuddling,” Ricky said with almost no sarcasm. Almost.
The retort that I knew it was cuddling was on the tip of my tongue, but in truth, it was foreign to me. My parents weren’t cuddlers. Rowen was already six when I adopted him, and he never slept beside me unless we were camping in separate sleeping bags.
In truth, I’d never shared a bed with anyone before.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and took stock of how I felt about the whole thing. I liked touch, it just wasn’t common for me outside of hugs from Rowen or my friends. But now my friends were all gone, and Rowen had his own life.
Tightening my arm around Ricky’s back, I settled into the feeling of having him in my arms. My wolf practically purred at having him so close. Ricky rubbed his stubbly cheek against my pec and my nipple got hard.
The last thought I had before I drifted off to sleep was that I think I liked cuddling.