Luis wouldn’t wait anymore and slowly pushed at Goran’s hole until it opened up and accepted the thick girth. Luis sank forward until he could rest both his hands on the sides of Goran’s body, his handsome, scruffy face a picture of pleasure. From the corner of his eye, Goran saw three bodies moving together, with both Bounce and Clove fucking Cin as if nothing else mattered. He took a deep breath and stared back at Luis, who slowly moved his hips back, pulling the thick cockhead back through the ring of muscle at the entrance to Goran’s ass.
He had to bite his lip to not speak about just how turned on he was. He put his hands on Luis’s shoulders, kneading the thick muscles and soaking up all the sexual energy around him. Goran didn’t even care to start jerking off just yet, enjoying himself too much, and wishing to prolong the pleasure.
Luis grinned at him and pushed back in until his balls pressed against Goran’s buttocks, and Goran’s body shook with the mind-numbing heat of his prostate being nudged.
“Meow again,” whispered Luis.
Goran obliged, meowing loudly when Luis pushed in again. He clawed his nails into Luis’s shoulders, hoping it would be a turn-on for him. The thick cock throbbed inside of him, and he couldn’t wait for it to touch the magic spot again
But when soft lips trailed across Goran’s stomach, his eyes moved down Luis’s chest, all the way to Ollie’s pretty face and pink tongue that slipped from between his lips over and over, licking the flesh around Goran’s navel.
Goran’s brain went into sensory overload as he watched that mouth so close to his own cock, which was already leaking pre-cum all over his stomach, more with each of Luis’s thrusts. He meowed every time the cock pushed into him, trembling and curling his toes.
“So sweet, Ollie. I love to see you kitties playing,” Luis whispered, his handsome face flushed, and Goran had no doubt Luis would be coming soon.
Ollie flattened his tongue against Goran’s balls and moved it up the shaft, briefly sucking on the foreskin and finally swallowing Goran’s cock with just as much ease as he had Luis’s. Those soft, wonderfully warm lips accepted Goran so readily, spreading wide to accommodate the girth, but it was the surprising touch of Ollie’s fingers against his balls that made Goran mewl with pleasure.
Oh, they would so be friends now. Goran was torn between watching his own cock disappear in that pretty mouth time and time again and arching his neck back in pleasure. With Luis’s thrusts getting quick and rough, and that skillful tongue dancing on Goran’s dick, Goran came all too soon, gripping Luis’s shoulders and moaning hoarsely, completely immersed in this world of pleasure. He was a sex kitten, existing only for pleasure and fun. Without obligations, without debts, and without trying to navigate conversations. This was amazing, and the slurping sounds Ollie made as he swallowed Goran’s cum were the sulfur to Goran’s match. Despite having just come, the whole situation made him already fantasize about doing this again.
He lay there panting, still fucked by Luis, and once his master finally came, Goran smiled widely with his eyes closed, all too eager to finish off Ollie. Hands, lips, he didn’t care. He would even offer up his ass if that was what Ollie wanted. All Goran knew was that he wanted to cover Ollie with his sweat and kisses.
But Ollie had already pushed himself underneath Luis’s arm, whimpering and grinding his hips against Goran’s thigh. Luis gave him a passionate kiss and pulled Ollie into a powerful embrace, away from Goran. “Such a good boy, always taking care of everyone else first.”
Goran was still catching his breath as he watched Luis cover Ollie’s cock with his thick fist. Ollie began meowing and fucking Luis’s hand as if he were in heat.
“I love all my kitties so much,” Luis mumbled as he spread kisses under Ollie’s jaw. The sight was picture perfect, and when Ollie cuddled up to Luis, breathing hard and clutching at his chest, Goran wasn’t sure what was expected of him. Was he to leave them some privacy now, after he’d had sex with both of them?
He didn’t want to. He wanted to watch them both, he wanted to watch the sex-fest behind him, and he wanted it all. When Ollie came, his ass clenching, Goran knew exactly what to do. He pushed between the couple and trailed his tongue over both Ollie’s dick and Luis’s cum-stained hand. He meowed and bumped his forehead against Ollie, feeling as free and happy in his cat persona as when he was sixteen, responsibility-free, and losing his virginity to a handsome German tourist.
Ollie moaned and stirred against him, but moments later, all three of them fell to the mattress in a heap of spent bodies, with Goran on top and still greedy for Ollie’s cum. He only stopped sucking up the salty seed once Luis pulled him closer for a slow, passionate kiss. Their three hearts all seemed to beat in unison.
Goran closed his eyes, happy that the sex and the non-verbal communication worked wonders on his relationship with the other cats, and most of all—Ollie. He wrapped his arms over both Luis and Ollie, enjoying the touch of both their scorching bodies.
He licked Luis’s nose.
Chapter 6
Ollie lay in his bed facing the middle of the room. Stretched out on his stomach, he looked at Cin, who just returned from his weekly grooming session. The other guys were still out in the garden, but with the sun down, Ollie just wanted to relax in soft pillows and rest his mind after the strange experience during cat play. It wasn’t that he never had sex with a person he didn’t particularly like, but with Goran, it really was a question of contradictions born somewhere in the depths of Ollie’s mind. The guy was brash, a loner, and rude. Those traits didn’t make anyone’s cock taste any worse, but as much as Ollie wanted to make Luis happy with his performance, Goran’s pleasure was still somewhere at the back of his mind. Ollie enjoyed feeling his smooth, salty dick twitch and watching the taut muscles of Goran’s stomach and thighs tense and relax. It was almost as if Ollie was playing with them just by giving Goran head.
Cin rolled to his back and smiled at Ollie. “We should soak his bed with water while he’s not here,” he said so out of the blue that Ollie wasn’t sure if he heard that right.
Ollie swallowed hard, and his gaze drifted to Goran’s bed across from his. Last night, Ollie couldn’t sleep, and so he lay in bed watching Goran, who was so easy on the eye when he wasn’t spewing hate out of his luscious mouth.
“Just like that?”
Cin snorted. “Duh. It’s just a prank. We don’t want him to feel too cozy in here.” Cin raised his eyebrows. “Especially after you sucked him off…”
Ollie shifted uncomfortably, and the weight of Cin’s attention was suddenly all too much. His friend was right. He couldn’t let Goran think they were cool now. The quicker Goran left and Luis could replace him with someone less confusing, the better.
“What if Luis finds out?”
“He wouldn’t know who did it.”
Ollie sat up, and his gaze trailed to the large pitcher placed next to a couple of glasses on a table by the door. Slowly, Ollie slipped out of bed and made his way to the pitcher. He picked it up, smelling the lemon-infused mineral water. “He’ll have to sleep somewhere else.”
Cin nodded and crossed his arms on his chest. “Exactly. We won’t have him sponging off Luis.”
Heat flared inside Ollie’s chest. He walked up to Goran’s bed, pulled back the blanket, and spilled the contents of the pitcher all over the mattress. His heart beat faster as he saw the sheet darken from the liquid, and when the container became uncomfortably light, Ollie quickly replaced the blanket over the mattress to hide the deed.
Cin sniggered and gave him a hug. “That’s even better than just pouring it over the top. He’ll only find out once he lays down. I’ll go keep Master occupied.”
He stood up and took the pitcher out of Ollie’s hands, putting it back on the table on his way out. Ollie stared at Goran’s modest bed, unsure how he felt about this, but he’d made up his mind, and he’d stick to his decision. He retreated to his bed and lay down, already reaching for the adventure book he’d been readi
ng for the last few evenings. Still, while his eyes stayed glued to the rows of letters, his mind refused to focus and kept returning to the mattress across the room, which was now as wet as a good baba au rhum.
Goran came in a few minutes later, but it felt as if it’d been an hour since Ollie soaked his bed. He didn’t say a word, but he did glance at Ollie with a little smile that squeezed sour guilt out of Ollie’s heart.
Ollie sat back and hid behind his book, suddenly wondering if he shouldn’t warn Goran after all. It was all Cin’s fault. He was the one to suggest this plan, but once Ollie did the deed, Cin disappeared to not deal with the consequences.
Goran’s gaze tickled Ollie’s neck, and no matter how lovely Goran’s lips had felt, Ollie was set on pretending Goran was invisible to him and that the bed wasn’t wet. If he looked back at Goran, he might have to start a conversation, which could prove disastrous. How could someone with such a nasty mouth seem so attractive anyway? It wasn’t fair. Ollie never felt such overwhelming need to just sit in the lap of a douchey guy as he did now. He peeked above the rim of the cover of his book, at the bare back stretching where it had just been uncovered.
Goran wore only his briefs, and Ollie rather wished that wasn’t the case. Goran was moving around, clearly about to sit down, and Ollie frantically raised his book, trying to calm down and breathe normally. He should have done something more subtle instead of going with Cin’s in-your-face prank.
“The fuck?” Goran hissed, and Ollie curled up his knees closer to his stomach, suddenly ashamed that he didn’t go for an open confrontation, though the fact of the matter was that he didn’t feel comfortable with that either.
Goran jumped up as if the mattress had burned him, and he pulled the blanket off, revealing the wet sheet. “Ollie!” Goran snapped his fingers at him, yet another reminder of just how rude he was. “What happened here?”
So much for avoiding confrontation. Ollie slowly sat up, clenching his jaw. Wasn’t the prank enough to communicate the message?
“Hey!” Goran walked up to Ollie’s bed and put his hand over the book in Ollie’s hand. “You did this? What is wrong with you? We both had a great time back there with Luis.”
Ollie swallowed hard as anger rose in his throat. He didn’t want to see Goran, not when he was looking at him with so much bitterness. “I had a good time with Luis. You just happened to be there.”
Goran stalled, and his hand slipped off Ollie’s book. “What?” he choked out in the end. “You sucked me off.”
Ollie pressed the book against his stomach, uncomfortable yet oddly excited by the blunt words. Even his throat seemed to pulse with heat. “Oh, so you think you’re so hot that I’m going to ignore what a rude piece of shit you are? I sucked you off because I knew Luis would enjoy it.”
A part of him loved seeing Goran’s cheeks burn and his lips part, for once without a rude comeback. But another part of him was... well, empty.
“And I’m the rude one?” Goran grabbed Ollie’s book and threw it to the wet bed. “Who does that? If you don’t like me, don’t fucking kiss me! This is so unfair!”
Ollie chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Well, it’s only appropriate if you think I’m a prostitute,” he said, fighting through the clenching feeling in his throat. Maybe he shouldn’t have told Goran he hadn’t enjoyed the sex? He did. It had been incredibly hot to suck Luis’s dick together, with their wet tongues and lips continuously rubbing and tasting both the pre-cum and each other.
Goran clenched his lips. “So you only proved me right. How much do I owe you? Or is it fine because Luis is paying?” His shoulders went rigid, and he stood over Ollie as if he were about to start a fight.
Ollie’s mouth dropped open, and he pushed Goran away as hard as he could, stumbling out of bed. “Nobody wants you here! You are a horrible person!”`
“Luis wants me here! That’s all that matters. You’re just a fucking co-worker. You can’t make me do shit.” Goran took a step toward his bed, grabbed a full glass of water he kept there, and splashed it all over Ollie’s bed. “There! How does that feel, huh?”
Ollie took a deep breath, staring at the huge dark spot spreading all over his blanket. He ripped it off the bed, hopeful that at least the wetness wouldn’t have yet reached the mattress. He tossed the blanket at Goran and followed it with a hiss. He half-expected Goran to push him back, already knowing how hard the guy’s muscles were underneath all that tan skin, but they fell back, straight on top of Cin’s bed, which creaked like an ancient door opening the way to hell.
When Goran rolled over on top of him, Ollie cowered, ready for a punch or slap, but Goran grabbed his wrists instead and pinned him to the mattress. His eyes were burning holes in Ollie’s face. “What do you think you’re doing? If you don’t like me, keep the fuck away from me! I’m not losing this gig because of your prima donna attitude!”
“Nobody likes you! And Luis has no idea how bad you are. You treat him as a cash cow with no feelings!”
“I never said that. I think Luis is hot.” Goran sat up with a sneer and then got off Ollie altogether. “And I don’t care if you like me, or if anyone likes me. I don’t need any of you anyway!” He kicked the wet bedding on the floor.
“No, all you need is money. That’s all that counts for you. You make me sick!” yelled Ollie.
Goran glared at him with his arms crossed on his chest. “Don’t try and suck my dick again then. Don’t want you puking all over me.”
Ollie hissed at him, “Next time, I’m gonna bite it off.”
“What’s all that racket?” Luis yelled from the corridor, his steps approaching quickly.
Goran looked down to the floor, scowling.
Ollie picked himself up, his eyes drawn to the entrance. “It’s nothing.”
Luis leaned against the doorframe, and seeing him worried had Ollie on pins and needles. “Are you two sure?”
Goran sighed. “Ollie left books on the floor. I tripped and spilled water all over the bed.”
Ollie’s mouth went dry, and he exhaled, watching Goran with a sinking feeling mixing with the sour lemon-like sense of failure. What was that bastard planning now?
“I’m sorry,” he said in the end, raising his gaze at Luis and already stepping toward him, but it was Goran whom Luis pulled into a hug.
Luis smiled. “That’s fine. No reason to get so upset. I’ll get it sorted out tomorrow. You can just stay with me tonight. I’ll be sleeping at the cattery anyway.”
Ollie whined silently. “He could have my bed. I wanted to talk to you.”
Luis petted Goran’s back, as if Goran needed love and attention. “Oh, really? I’m sure we’ll find time, or you could write to me through the kitty mail if you need anything in particular. Smokey’s new here, and I want him to feel at home.” He kissed the side of Goran’s head.
Ollie took a step back and smiled, even though it required all the energy he had left. He didn’t want to look at Goran and see the mocking in his eyes. Of course, Luis would rather have Ollie use the kitty mail. He had no use for a human Ollie. “That... makes sense.”
“Goodnight, Ollie. Sleep tight. And don’t worry about the mess. I’ll get it sorted out tomorrow,” Luis said as he walked out with Goran clinging on to his side. Neither of them looked back at him as they left.
Ollie massaged the front of his ribcage, trying to catch a normal-sized breath. Goran brought so much stress into the cattery, and now he was out to monopolize Luis’s attention too?
He kicked the wet bedding over and over until it tumbled into the corridor.
Chapter 7
Since the argument they’d had last week, Ollie and Goran had been avoiding each other. On one hand, Ollie was more than happy to see less of Goran, but on the other, the guy forced all those conflicting feelings on Ollie. The fact that it was Goran avoiding him like the plague made Ollie actually want to seek his attention. That craving for approval of the world around him had forever been a thorn in Ollie’s sid
e, and even though he knew he shouldn’t care, it still bothered him that not everyone liked him.
He was uneasy about all the favors Goran seemed to be getting from Luis as well, and the one measly fuck he got all week from the master felt more like Luis’s attempt at being fair to all of them than anything else. His mood was dropping each day, but every evening, when Luis was back from work, Ollie still took his chances.
Despite the cold war between him and the other cats, Goran didn’t seem bothered by the cold treatment, and it was the most infuriating thing to see him chat to Jerome, gorge on food, work out at the gym, swim in the ocean, or read a book. Ollie’s distress was of no consequence to Goran, as if Ollie was air, someone not worth paying attention to.
“Stop sulking,” said Clove as he sat down next to Ollie with a cup of coffee.
Ollie shifted away from him, for a moment not sure what to say, but Clove went on. “Luis wants us here to lift his mood, and that’s not gonna happen if you constantly look like you want to cry.”
“I just have allergies,” said Ollie quickly and drank some of his tea.
Clove sighed. “Just saying. I can see you’re upset he isn’t choosing you.”
Cin came over with a big slushy and sat on Ollie’s other side. “I know what you’re allergic to. And it starts with a ‘G’.” He laughed, but Ollie didn’t find it funny at all, so he finished his tea, eyeing the clock.
It was high time for Luis to come back home. Just like every evening, Ollie was clean, prepared, and ready to be pleasant. Maybe if he were more enthusiastic than anyone else or got to Luis before Smokey, Luis would acknowledge him.
The bell rang somewhere in the corridor, and Ollie kicked off his shoes, speeding up the wooden stairs in just his underwear and the cat accessories. Before he could say a word of greeting, Luis rang the little bell again and smiled widely when Ollie got down to his knees.
“Hello there, pretty boy. You’ve been so eager and playful lately.” Luis scooted and petted Ollie behind the ear.
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