“You were right,” he whispered. “This was just what I needed, too.”
Marty turned his head and leaned forward, nipping Raymond’s lower lip. “I got somethin’ else you need, babe.”
“What?”
Under the sheet, Marty’s hand moved. The tie to Raymond’s loincloth loosened. Before he could protest, a large calloused hand wrapped around his aching prick and squeezed once, twice.
Raymond gasped. “Damn it,” he growled. “You said we’d just lie here,” he accused, even as he rocked his hips a bit, helpless against the onslaught of pleasure spreading down his stalk to his balls, making his entire groin area break out in goose bumps.
“I am just lying here, sexy babe,” Marty rumbled, this time his smile lit his blue eyes. “And you’ll lie there and take the pleasure I give you. Just relax and enjoy.”
Not knowing how he could do anything else, Raymond obeyed. Marty’s strokes were slow and firm, drawing his pleasure ever-so-slowly to a boil. Pressing his forehead to his mate’s upper arm, he planted his top leg on the mattress, opening himself up wider for his lover.
Marty rumbled his pleasure and picked up speed. He began twisting his wrist and flicking Raymond’s glans each time he reached the top of his stalk. Groaning, Marty panted through gritted teeth as sparks shot through him. A tingle settled in the base of his spine. His balls pulled flush to his body.
“Oh, oh, Gods,” he muttered.
“Look at me,” Marty ordered gruffly, giving away his own need.
Raymond’s eyelids snapped open. He saw the affection, the lust, and maybe even the beginnings of love, burning in his handsome human’s blue eyes. “You gonna come for me, sweet gargoyle?”
Unable to get his tongue to work, Raymond just held his gaze and nodded.
“Do it,” Marty urged, punctuating his words by dipping his thumb nail into Raymond’s slit.
Groaning, Raymond did just that. His balls contracted. His cock swelled. Cum spurted from his dick, soaking the sheet and his lover’s hand with stream after stream of his seed. His body trembled as he floated on waves of bliss. His mate continued to jack him, slowing his movements, prolonging his orgasm.
“Hmm, I love the sounds you make,” Marty murmured.
Raymond hummed, finally becoming aware of the mewls, whimpers, and moans escaping him. He’d be embarrassed, except—judging by his lover’s grin—Marty told the truth. He loved listening to him. Raymond grinned, making a point to never hide again.
As his orgasmic haze subsided, Raymond also became aware of his mate’s arousal tenting the sheet.
Wriggling down the bed, Raymond took the sheet with him until he was leaning over Marty’s jutting cock. He licked his lips, then laved the dark purple, glistening head with his long tongue. His mate’s musky flavor burst across his taste buds. Marty’s cock jerked before his eyes, making him smile.
Raymond gave Marty a lascivious smile. “Now, now, Marty,” he pretended to scold. “Just lie back and relax.”
Listening to Marty’s growl, Raymond sucked down his lover’s cock. He wrapped his long tongue around the base of the stalk, then dragged it up the shaft, sucking strongly. He tickled the sensitive, wrinkled folds under the cap, then massaged his glans with his tongue.
Peering up at his lover, Raymond saw the pleasure-pain expression on his human’s face, the way he struggled to keep his breathing even, and how he clenched the sheets with his good hand.
Not wanting to draw it out too long for fear of reinjuring his mate, Raymond swallowed his human’s cock to the root and lodged the broad cap in his throat. He swallowed once, twice. The hitch in Marty’s breathing, followed by his lover’s breathy groan was all the warning he got.
Marty’s cum exploded down Raymond’s throat, filling his mouth. Raymond backed up just a bit, allowing the man’s next shot to hit his tongue. Flavor burst across his taste buds, mildly salty and tangy. He swallowed again and again, unwilling to allow even a bit of his mate’s seed to escape.
When his human’s shaft began to soften, and Marty shifted his hips restlessly, telling of his discomfort, Raymond allowed his man’s too-sensitive flesh to slip from his mouth. Crawling back up to the head of the bed, he once more resumed his earlier position. Although, this time, he couldn’t stop the Cheshire cat smile from splitting his lips.
“Ah, Ray,” Marty mumbled, sated and smiling. “Gonna sleep like a baby, now, love.”
Raymond couldn’t stop his hiss of surprise. “Love?” he squeaked.
“Mmm, hmm,” Marty replied without missing a beat. He sighed, looking so content and relaxed. “Think I fell in love with you weeks ago. Couldn’t get you out of my head and I sure don’t wanna get you out of my heart.”
Marty cupped Raymond’s jaw with his good hand and traced his lips. “You’re amazing, perfect, wanna share everything with you.” He brushed their lips together lightly, before whispering, “If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”
Raymond grinned against his human’s firm lips. “Love you, too, Marty,” he purred, his heart swelling with emotion. “Been driving myself crazy trying to find a way to have you in my life.”
“You got me now,” Marty crooned. “Not going anywhere.”
Their next kiss was slow and soothing, sharing the love they felt between them. When they broke apart, Raymond couldn’t help the wistfulness in his tone as he said, “Once I can turn human, we’ll really be able to go do things together.”
“Ah, Ray,” Marty murmured. “I admit I’d love to take a walk in the sun with you, maybe explore that garden out back, see how many nooks and crannies we can find to fuck and play in. I know I’ll love whatever face you have as a human, because I know it’s you.” Marty smiled again, and there was no mistaking the love in his expression this time. “My Raymond. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“All yours.”
“Yeah.”
After another slow kiss, where Marty took his time exploring Raymond’s mouth, licking his canines, and nibbling his lips, his mate sighed and snuggled him close. Moments later, Marty’s eyelids slid shut and his breathing evened.
As Raymond held his human, he smiled and watched him sleep, content in the knowledge that no matter what mask he wore, his mate would love him through them all.
About the Author
Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals…move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.
She can be reached at [email protected]
Or visit her at www.charlie-richards.com
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