Chapter Eleven

Apollo

I was really getting into this now. I'd gone all out thinking of as many toppings as I could try on his cock, wanting to make this work even as I appreciated the apology, and that he'd come back to talk to me. We were mates. He was my alpha. Our feelings for each other were already strong, and I supposed that was why he had gotten so upset at my confession.

Now to see if I could fix the minor custard problem.

"What shall we try first?" Glass asked, his smile sexy as fuck.

"Whatever sir wishes." I'd really gotten into calling him ‘sir' and I could feel the alpha power from him every time I did. It had been Tim's suggestion, via Maximus, and I saw how much they both loved it. Tim, it seemed, was as kinky as his brother.

I'd be whatever Glass wanted if it meant we worked through this experiment. I needed to be with him fully, in every way possible. And that included getting my lips around his cock.

He trailed his fingers down over my throat, lighting a fire in another part of me that had leather wrapped around its base. "Do you want to pick together?"

He encouraged me to stand and then led me to the table and my mouth actually watered—but in the good way—at thoughts of eating everything off his body. He was going to be my rhubarb buffet.

He chuckled, catching the thought. "A rhubarb buffet. Okay, nice. Where do you want me?"

I groaned as I looked at my bed. "On the bed, stripped. On your back please, sir."

"Your wish is my command." His teasing smile went with him stripping slowly as I watched, fascinated by this side of the grumpy stalk. I'd bet my last dollar no one had seen him like this.

Only for you, lion of my heart.

All hot and bothered, I shook with desire for my alpha at the show he was putting on.

He raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see?"

Hell yes, I did. Especially as he flexed his butt cheeks at me while climbing onto the bed, along with that tantalizing glimpse of balls and hard dick. Glass lay down in the center of the bed and rested his head on his folded hands. He parted his legs, his cock waving ‘hey I'm here' at me.

I went to the table and grabbed marshmallows and dipped them in the warm chocolate. Debating for a second at the thought of breaking the mood by returning to the table, I added several other squishy treats, then made extra sure they got soaked in the gooey chocolate.

Putting them all in a bowl, I carried it to the bed, smirking at the thought of the wickedness I planned. My cock throbbed in time to my fast beating pulse as I sat on the edge of the bed next to Glass's thigh. He eyed the bowl with interest as I lifted out a marshmallow, one of my favorite sweets, chocolate being the second.

"Go ahead."

His permission was all the encouragement I needed. I dribbled the chocolate over the full length of his stalk. Glass conveyed a sensation of warmth, letting me know how it felt as it slid down his hard shaft. He released a loud groan as I traced my sticky fingers over the head where his cum leaked out at my touch.

I lifted my sticky fingers to my lips, inhaling and, when the smell of custard wasn't overpowering, sucked them into my mouth. I groaned at the same time he did, only mine was from the flavor sensation bursting over my tastebuds. My eyelids fluttered. How yummy!

His gaze locked on my hand and those eyes encouraged me to continue, so I licked my fingers clean.

Oh, this was so much fun!

It is. His expression was part sweetness, part more right now .

I placed a squishy marshmallow on the top of his shaft and bent to mouth his cock, sucking in the head to chew the chocolaty sweet. The taste of custard was there but mixed with everything else, it made a great combo.

My excitement grew with each new pairing until his whole groin became covered in chocolate and ice cream, along with my cheeks and chin. I buried my face in his groin, licking and slurping at anything I could reach with my tongue.

"Fuck… yeah… don't stop," he cried out before cum splashed up and over my face. The warmth and smell mixed with sweetness was too tempting and before I could second guess myself, I swiped my tongue over the warm splash on my cheek. I swallowed and met Glass's gaze. The heat, desire and intensity that I had caused him made the experience monumental. It was more custard than anything, but it was all Glass and with no fear, that made all the difference.

"How was that?" He blocked his thoughts from me, his expression revealing none of what he was thinking, but I knew he was nervous by the sudden tension in his body.

I swiped the back of my hand over my lips and gave him a cheeky smile. "I think I need to try again."

His smile set my soul on fire. "Is that right?"

I winked saucily at him. "If sir is up for round two?"

A devilish light appeared in his eyes as he rose until our noses nearly touched. His tongue ran over my sticky cheek where his cum was making the need to touch my cock grow expeditiously.

My hand dropped to my lap, and he smacked it away. "Naughty, naughty. That is mine to touch. Now let's see if your stamina can match mine."