Chapter Seven

Ricky

Watching Burke lick my hand clean was making my custard ready to do a highland fling all over my bull. It was also why I confessed I was the same as him. I didn't want him thinking something silly like I was some hip to the rhubarbness ways of getting down and dirty.

Not that I wasn't a stalk just ready and waiting. I was all for it.

In fact, I was just about desperate enough to taste those enormous balls, roll them around my mouth and forget the club would open in an hour's time.

Who cared who got a free show!

Then rhubarb common sense returned, knowing Dom would be back any minute and the last thing I wanted was to give anyone that kind of show. Those enormous balls were all mine, and I was greedy for them. One taste of my teeny-tiny-bull and I could tell he was gonna be my new favorite thing to eat.

"Let's tuck this away and go find somewhere a little more private," I explained while shoving my hand into his trousers, copping a feel of those silky balls. I found I could hardly wriggle a finger in the tightness of his pants. His balls hung out, and no matter which way I slid my fingers all around them—there was a lot of sliding—there was no way they were getting back in there.

A strangled noise came from Burke on my third attempt, and I glanced up.

"If you keep that up, they're never gonna fit in this lifetime," he exclaimed through panting breaths, his skin back to being flushed. His stalk waved at me like a sideways dance pole.

I reluctantly let go and grabbed his hand. "Come on, we'll slip out the back to the changing rooms and head out through the fire door." I dragged him along with me. And I really was dragging him, with how wide his legs were. Almost walking like he'd sat astride a horse. Or what I imagined someone walking while riding would look like.

We stopped briefly for me to slip on my sweats and a hoodie. I pulled a spare pair of gray sweats out of my carryall. "Maybe you could put these on for now?"

Under the bright lights of my changing room, I got the full bull effect. My gaze went to the door, which had a lock, then back to the man wriggling out of his too tight clothing. I slipped around him, shut the door, and clicked the lock in place. Spinning back around, I got the glorious sight of my bull's ass and balls hanging low between his legs, and nearly creamed my custard again.

Going with the urges that had led me to lick my hand, I bent forward, took hold of his ass cheeks, spread them and ran my tongue down his crease.

He mooed and shuddered, backing up onto my face. My nose got a good whiff of his rhubarb, and I was a gonna. I licked at the rosebud that twitched against my tongue, making me do it again, swiping over the flesh as his scent got stronger. My rhubarb and his did the Argentine tango, maybe the rhumba. Whatever it was, my tongue got frisky with each moo he made.

When he hitched up his hips, making his balls sway and nudge my chin, I didn't need to be asked twice. I lowered to my knees, muttering, "Hang on to something, I'm gonna suck me some bull's balls."

Smacking my lips together, I cupped a ball in each hand, loving the heaviness. They were almost too heavy to hold, but I was a stalk up for the task.

My stalk was waving to the ball gods in gratitude as I mouthed one, almost dislocating my jaw to pop it into my mouth. The ache was so worth it. Silky skin rubbed against my tongue as I licked and sucked. I rolled the other ball so it didn't feel left out, then I slipped the tip of a finger into his wet hole.

The noises he was making were so loud they could probably hear him at the pride house.

The ball popped out of my mouth as I hissed, "Shush my gorgeous ballsy-bull, someone will hear you."

"I can't," he rasped, releasing another loud moo as I wriggled my finger deeper into his ass, hoping I was doing it right.

There was no manual that came on how to do this, was there? Maybe the noise he was making was because I was doing it wrong.

Going to pull my finger out, he groaned, "Don't stop! Don't ever stop. Suck my balls again!"

Okay then, not stopping it was. And the ball sucking? I must be rocking it, if he wanted me to carry on.

His ass was dripping, along with his balls, as I dribbled and struggled to cram both in my mouth because I felt challenged, just like when I started pole dancing. His mooing was at an epic level when someone hammered on the door behind me.

"Dear Great Rhu, are you slaughtering a cow in there?" Dom demanded, sounding very unhappy.

"He's a bull," I said, or tried to with my mouth full.

"I'm a bull," Burke shouted at the same time, looking back over his shoulder. Only he didn't look angry, far from it. His glassy eyes were unfocused, and his skin was pinker than my rhubarb flesh.

"Whatever he is or isn't, this isn't the place for doing whatever it is you're doing in there!"

Like Dom didn't know exactly what I was doing with my mate.

"Don't stop," mewled Burke. "Please."

I totally blamed the whimpering noise that came next for taking my fingers out of his ass, cracking my jaw to release his balls, and getting up to grab his hips. Sorry Dom!

"You asked for it." I pushed my stalk right in, not stopping, because if I had, I would have sprayed custard everywhere in my excitement.

He was all hot and slick around my stalk, making my legs resemble a c-r-u-m-b-l-e mix, something I'd never admit aloud. He moaned and his bottom and balls hit my groin. The frantic sound of skin and balls slapping added to the encore of mooing, which made me boil hotter than being threatened with the pan.

I shouted as my balls exploded, custard erupting like a fountain deep into my bull's ass, and he creamed the seat back he'd been gripping with a final moo that shook the room.

I had no clue if Dom was still outside the door, and I didn't care. I'd apologize to him later. For now, I collapsed over Burke's back and bit his neck, my stalk giving him one more good measure of custard.

I wonder if he'll lick me clean again?

I jerked upward and a second later grinned at my shuddering mate, who had rested his head on his arms. "I'm more than happy to lick you clean. Where do you want me to start? Front or back?"