Chapter Twelve

Burke

If any bull could be mortified at tonguing the alpha's stalk by mistake and then getting really horny at the same time, it was me. Hell yes, I wanted to play hide the tongue in every orifice my mate possessed. What bull wouldn't?

"Where are we going?" Ricky asked, as I hauled him away from the others and into the house.

"My bedroom." I headed through the shabby house to the stairs, determined to show my stalk a bull time.

Ricky pulled away from me, but before I could panic that I'd made the wrong move, he did a weird twisty action and mounted my back like I was his pole.

"Oof!" I let out an involuntary moo as I staggered under the sudden weight, but I kept my footing and didn't throw both of us into the wall. His stalk pressed against my ass and showed me plenty of excitement.

"Yeehaw, my bull! Up the stairs!" He wrapped one arm around my neck and slapped my ass. At how it tingled I hoped he'd do it again. Behind me, I heard a wicked chuckle. He knew exactly what I wanted because my head couldn't stop projecting my thoughts at him. Not that I was going to stop, why would I?

From somewhere, I heard, "Not again. Where are my headphones?"

From the snicker above me, Ricky must have heard it, too. "Good idea," he called out. "I'm gonna make lots of sweet, stalky love with my ballsy-bull tongue lover."

I didn't blush at the groans from the bedrooms. Not at all, with my dick leaking at the thought.

Rhubarb and cream. You smell so good.

In my bedroom, I tipped Ricky onto the bed, then I turned to look at him and realized he was filthy. I mean, as in head to toe, covered in dirt, smeared from where he'd ridden on my back.

"I could shower," Ricky said, obviously catching my thoughts.

Was it too late now to be honest? If I was going to have to change the sheets…I licked my lips…we could make it worthwhile.

From his beaming smile, he knew exactly what I was thinking. "We can do that. Come to your rhubarb." He wiggled his hands at me, right along with his stalk.

I climbed on the bed before he could finish and shifted into my bull. I leaned forward to lick him on his belly, leaving a figure of eight of clean skin over his taut abs.

"Oooh." He wriggled away from my questing tongue.

Oh no you don't. I snickered a little and did it again. He wiggled and giggled, and I loved it. My mate was ticklish.

"I need my bull," Ricky crooned, his fingers deep in my hair, trying to pull me away. "My rhubarb bull."

Then give me my stalk. It wasn't an order. It was a please yes, do it. Because I'd licked Tim as a stalk, I'd admit, he was tasty, but I'd bet my balls Ricky tasted better.

He shifted, and I leaned forward with my big bull's tongue to lick my stalk from leaves to root, feeling the fuzzy hairs on my tongue.

Long tongue, huge balls. Oh, baby, you're driving me wild.

I mooed in agreement. I wanted to lick Ricky until he was clean, then suck all the custard from him.

Do it! Do it. Make me clean, then dirty me up. You know you wanna suck my custard!

His dirty talk was making my bull shake with eagerness. I licked him again and again, swirling my tongue up and down his stalk. He writhed under my touch as I groomed the fuzzy hairs one way, then the other.

Take me in your mouth.

I took him gently and balanced him between my hooves. Then I sucked him in, his fuzzy hairs doing amazing things to my tongue. His stalk made love to my tongue just as Ricky made love to the pole.

Bite me, baby.

But—

Do it!

My stalk was so fucking bossy, and I loved every order. I bit down, my mouth exploding with the taste of tart rhubarb and sweet custard.

Oh Great Rhu, you're amazing…your tongue… I love your tongue. Wiggle it, baby. Bite me again. I'm hanging upside down, the crowd is going wild…

Ricky's excited babble of praise in my head drove me to the edge. My balls tightened. I was so close… almost there… I just needed one last thing to tip me over the edge…

Next time I'm gonna fuck you like this, my stalk buried deep in your ass.

I mooed at the top of my lungs and my balls went wild, spraying my cream over him—over me, over the entire bed—at the thought of his stalk dancing in my ass.

Then he wiggled frantically, yelling in my head, and my mouth flooded with custard. It kept coming until he was a limp stalk.

I placed him on the pillow, and collapsed onto the covers next to my stalk, not ready to shift yet.

Clean me up?

I did as I was told, swirling my tongue over his stalk until I'd swallowed every drop of the mix of my cream that covered his body. Then I lay back and maybe dozed for a while.

Ricky nuzzled me. "I don't think I can move for hours. I'm drained of my custard." Having shifted while dozing, he nudged my thighs apart and stroked his fingers down my limp dick, then gave my balls a comforting squeeze. "But I'm sure there's plenty of cream for me in there, my ballsy-bull."

He wasn't wrong; I had all the cream he could ever want. Like this, I was in no hurry to move away from him, even though we'd wrecked the bed, and I swore one corner dipped lower than before.

I've never felt so happy. You're all mine.

I loved the satiated happiness rolling from him. The restless energy had quieted just for a while. I pressed a kiss to one nipple, and he shivered a little.

You're my Licky, I mean my Ricky! Dammit, even my thoughts got twisted up with how much I'd enjoyed the tonguing I'd given him.

Ricky laughed softly in my head. You're Licky and I'm Ricky. We're a perfect match for each other.

What could I say to that, except to raise to kiss my mate, loving the way he arched up into me, while I captured his moans.