Chapter Twelve

Red

Naked and sprawled over Gordon’s comfy bed, I rubbed my back against the thick, fleecy cover under me. It was easier to think about sexy time, regardless of the audience we had just beyond Gordon’s bedroom door. My head needed a break, and my mate had the best of ideas. The one he was projecting to me as he finished stripping made me pant with anticipation.

“I-I want that,” I gasped as he sent an image of him creaming up the length of my dick and then resting a strawberry at the head so he could lick and swallow all the deliciousness from me.

His smile was seven shades of wicked. “I know, sweet thing, and I’m gonna give it to you.” He kicked his clothes away, his gaze never leaving me. My skin heated and my dick throbbed at the intensity.

He picked up the bowl of fresh strawberries and a can of whipped cream before kneeling on the bed between my spread thighs. He placed the bowl down next to my hip. The juicy strawberries looked so tempting my mouth watered.

“No, these are my treat,” he chastised, clearly picking up everything that was going on inside my head. My dick bucked but before I could protest, the sound of the nozzle squirting cream right up my hard length filled the room.

“Ohhh fuck,” I moaned, the cold against my heated flesh both shocking and exhilarating, making my heart knock hard against my ribs. A buzz of desire shot straight to my balls and the base of my spine. My body thrummed with passion.

I groaned at the picture Gordon made as his hot, long tongue ran up the length of my stalk. Warm and cold combined, making my hips jerk with need. Pre-cum thickened the air with each kitten lick Gordon gave to my cock. Cream smeared over Gordon’s chin and lips as he teased me, his eyes never leaving mine. His tongue circled the head of my cock, and I became so focused that I never noticed he’d picked up a large strawberry until he squished it between his fingers. The warm sticky juice trickled over my sensitive skin and made me rock up towards the mouth.

“Please,” I begged. “P-put me in y-your mouth.”

I gasped, groaning when the hand squishing the strawberry smeared the pulp up my length and Gordon opened wide and swallowed me whole until it hit the back of his throat. A sticky finger slid under my balls and traced the juice from my taint to my twitching hole. The touch was light, and the sticky feeling drove me wild as Gordon sucked deep, his throat clasping the head of my stalk.

“Argghhhh,” I cried, bucking up.

A choked laugh came from Gordon as he took that wonderful tongue away, leaving his fingers right where they were.

The sight of his hot as fuck body looking a total mess of cream and strawberry pulp left me panting and struggling not to come. He used the back of his hand to swipe at the spit, cream, and strawberry juice around his mouth. I moaned, desperate to lick from his mouth down his body. Sticky and lickable, I wanted him so bad.

“You will have me, but only when I have driven you wild and you can’t remember your own name.” He moved until our lips were in touching distance and I could smell the sweetness of the cream and strawberries, along with my custard on his breath. His sticky lips brushed mine as his fingertip swirled over my hole, adding pressure but not breaching me. It was maddening and so good with how it awakened all the nerve endings. They sang a merry tune that Tim could never match, all leading straight to my dick.

“I need you to keep those hips still, my sweet rhubarb,” he reprimanded in a sultry voice as he slowly breached my ass with the sticky finger.

I gasped at the slow drive in and then he held still.

“Can you keep still?”

I nodded, or I thought I did because Gordon's finger moved, and he hit my sweet spot, and I wanted his mouth back on me while he finger fucked me.

His grin made my cock throb. “Let’s see if you can.”

The words had hardly left his lips before they were back around the head of my cock doing wicked things. He sucked, pushing the tip of his tongue into my slit and groaning. The vibration hit all the sweet spots, including the one in my ass he was continually stroking.

I panted, groaned, whimpered and begged, trying real hard not to impale my cock in Gordon’s tonsils.

Please. Please. Please.

Please what, my sweet rhubarb?

Argh.

This? Gordon jabbed into my slit and worked another finger into my slick ass.

Ohhhh.

How about this? He added yet another finger, stretching them wide so I could feel the burn as his probing tongue mined my cum in the best possible way.

My whole body undulated on the bed as sensation after sensation bombarded me, and I didn’t know which way was up with how desperate I was to come. One more finger, I wanted the burn. The fullness.

I cried out as Gordon removed his fingers and mouth. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my belly, dragged me up onto my knees, and drove his tongue right into my willing hole.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I moaned deliriously.

He slurped, his tongue going deep, fucking me, but still, I wanted more. I wanted my alpha.

You have me. His hand moved between my legs and he took hold of my stalk, stroking from root to tip, the stickiness on his palm adding delicious friction.

Come on baby, give me that custard! His tongue widened and jabbed me so fucking deep I wanted to scream.

Face planting the mattress, my whole body spasmed and then there was nothing.