Page 6 of Sticky for You

“You have no idea.” Tim’s attention returned to me and the air burst from my body at the sexy grin plastered to his cheeky face. “Ready to ride the rhubarb?”

There were splutters behind me, but my attention remained riveted on Tim as the vibe that Randy had mentioned coming from the rhubarb in the store fizzled hotter in the air. The scent of fresh rhubarb came in a heady wave. “Catch me,” Tim called out, then the man became a very furry stalk of… rhubarb.

I did not drop the flying fruit, although it might have been a close-run thing. I pumped the air with the stalk of rhubarb, absolutely riding the crazy train.

My hero. Whoop! Whoop!

And didn’t his enthusiasm make me go all warm and fuzzy inside? Just like rhubarb.

The silence behind me was deafening as Tim wriggled a fuzzy tango of appreciation in my hand, sending all sorts of crazy tingles through my palms, straight to my cock.

“Uh… Max? What just happened?” Randy asked.

I spun around, my dick bouncing with fucking joy as I stared wide eyed at my confused pride.

“I’m mated to a stalk of rhubarb,” I exclaimed. Never in any universe would I have thought I’d have ever uttered those words.

Ain’t it cool! Tim projected at me, utterly delighted with his hairy self.

Chapter Four

Tim

I’m mated to a monster! And he likes me!

His warm hands stroked me up and down. Up and down. Stroking at my hairs until I was ready to custard myself.

I wiggled, needing more.

Oh, baby. Oh monster. This is soooo good! Harder! Faster!

But Maximus stopped moving his magical hands and stared down at me. “Did you just call me a monster?”

Yeah, baby, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not prejudiced. Let’s fuck. I need the big, fat wiggly inside me. Come to mama.

“I’m not a monster.” He sounded strange, like he’d already sucked the rhubarb and it had roughed up his throat.

This is the thing you’re focusing on? How about you and me? You inside me. You moaning like a rhubarb as I take you down the back of my throat. Me showing you my magic tongue.

“I am not a monster,” he reiterated, like I wasn’t all rhubarbed and ready to go stalk on him.

I frowned. Why are we talking about this when you could be riding the rhubarb?

“Because I’m not a monster. I’m a lion.” Now he sounded offended, and his lovely dick, which should have been filling me with whipped cream, deflated like my Aunt Thelma’s souffle.

I don’t have an Aunt Thelma or a souffle, but you get the idea.

I changed into my human form and plastered myself against his muscular body, hoping a little bit of the rhubarb magic would get us back on track. Oooh, he’s so hard. I was so ready to go full trifle over him now! Instead, he stepped back, picked up my clothes, and flung them at me.

“Thanks for the rhubarb, and…everything else.” Maximus looked really upset and pissed off.

What have I just done?

Then he shut the door in my face.

“Well, fuck.”

I was naked, frustrated as all rhubarb, and he didn’t even keep the sack I’d so gallantly nabbed for him.

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