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I kiss his lips and growl happily. How did I get so lucky? I guess Ollie is God’s apology gift to me.
“Fuck no. I love your touch. My cock fucking adores your hands. But the tying you up part…I got a half-chub just thinking about it.”
“Only half?” He sounds offended. Such a brat.
“Kitty, I shouldn’t even be able to feel my cock after all the sedative they pumped into my veins.”
That reminds me of another topic we need to settle. “My family’s side business…”
“That’s kind of hard to process. Lori and I talked about getting rid of Dick so many times. The only thing stopping us was the fear of getting caught and leaving Sully alone. What I mean to say is that I’m not innocent, Rague. Quite the opposite. I’m not that good of a guy either.” He repeats the same words I told him yesterday. “I wished Dick dead every fucking day, him and his friends. And I would have done it sooner or later. I know I would.” He puffs out a heavy sigh. “So, when I imagine moreDicksroaming the earth, hurting people, I get sick to my stomach. And I want you guys to make them pay because nobody else will.”
“I hear a but,” I say, while he lays his head back down on my pec and starts stroking my chest.
“Ever heard the story of the two wolves living inside us?”
“No.”
“It was Sully’s favorite one growing up. One wolf is good and one is bad. Both want to eat. You can feed the good wolf more, but the bad one needs food as well from time to time. I’m just afraid you and your brothers could feed the bad wolf more.”
I hum. “I have you now. You’re my anchor.”
“Your anchor?” He sounds confused. Right, he doesn’t know Linda’s code. And Michael added the anchor bit only recently.
“You’ll be in charge of feeding my good fangy fucker.”
“I’m not sure I’m up for the job,” he murmurs hesitantly.
“You witnessed evil and were forced to do its bidding. And you are remorseful even though you did it out of love and survival. You’re the only person I’d trust for the job.”
I feel his smirk against my chest. “I’ll keep your good wolf stuffed and satisfied. But I like to see the bad beastie when we fuck. I like you all ruthless and bossy.”
I let out a promising grunt. I’ll show him how bossy I can be…later. I’m sleepy.
The last thing I hear is Ollie’s sweet, off-key singing.
I can’t remember a time when I liked to sleep alone. It’s impossible to do so when I go to sleep with Ollie curled around me, and I’m filled with his warmth, his sweet scent, his soft goodnight whisper on my cheek. My chest feels like it might burst. It’s only natural to want to protect him even when we dream.
Some mornings, it’s like waking up with a spider monkey on my back, but then his hand starts jerking me off before his mouth takes its place, getting a ruthless face fuck, and I’m ready to be the small spoon any damn time he wants.
It’s been two weeks since my red haze attack, and I’m almost completely healed. This morning I wake up with my head on Ollie’s lower torso. I listen to his slow breaths and the strange, loud gurgling inside his belly. I feel the tickle of his pubic hair against my pec, his long fingers on my shoulder, his warm leg tangled with my arm, the soft brush of his long hair in my fist. The position is far from comfortable and must be the reason why I woke up before the alarm.
My hard dick is actually happy we have extra time. Taking his advice, I let go of Ollie’s hair, pushing his leg to the mattress and sliding down till my face is lined up with his growing cock. I had our room soundproofed three days ago, after Ollie found out Sully asked me to buy him a noise-canceling headset. And since then, I’ve been pounding his perfect ass three times a day.
He must feel tired, but he never complains about my high sex drive because he’s the one provoking my chubs most of the time. He said fucking helps me to vent and keeps me calm, so we need to do it as much as possible…the horny slut. But if it was up to me, I’d live inside him, and my confession only made him hornier.
I give his balls long licks, up and down the way he likes it. And when he’s all hard and ready, I suck on his head and lap at the precum forming on the tip. He moans, and I take it deep till it hits my throat. His hand grabs my hair, but it’s just a way to anchor himself to me. He doesn’t guide me because he loves my fast, merciless rhythm.
“Rague!” he croaks my name and arches his back as he silently begs for exactly what I want to give him. I slide him out of my mouth, enjoying his desperate whimper. Because it’s me he’s desperate for.
I move my fingers down his balls, slicking them on the way to his puckered hole. He pulls his bent legs toward his chest, giving me the best view. I almost lose myself from the expression on his face as I inch closer to his crack, his hole clenching desperately. I rub my thumb against his sensitive hole, but then I change my mind, and moving my fingers on his ass cheeks, I spread him open for a taste.
I lick down his taint and over his hole, making him buck his hips in surprise. I have to press my forearm over the back of his thighs to keep him still, and he promptly sinks his nails into it.
Fuck, he tastes good, like Ollie but darker, more intimate combined with the taste of the cum I pumped into him last night. He quivers against my tongue as I push inside him, sending a zap of desire straight down to my leaking cock. I start humping the bed, leaving precum all over the sheets while he rocks against my face, hands fisting the duvet, half gasping, half moaning, and not being quiet about it.
I want to ask him if he likes to be fucked by my tongue, but the needy, slutty sounds that fall from his mouth say it all. My nose bumps against his balls every time I move forward, and on the next push, I nuzzle them, holding my tongue as deep as it can go—which is not much, he’s too damn tight.Fuuck,his taste in my mouth and the smell of his cock, combined with the friction as I thrust against the mattress, is too fucking much.
“Rague, I want those thick, rough fingers inside me, hard and fast.” He grabs the lube from the nightstand and tosses it near me.
