And that’d make four. Yep. My mate is a fucking hedonist, and I will totally use that to my advantage.
At the pretty sight of Mitch’s long slender erection jutting from his groin, Kardamon couldn’t tear his gaze away. He gripped Mitch’s erection and rubbed his thumb over his weeping crown. He heard Mitch’s gasp and chuckled roughly.
Such a lovely sound.
The truck’s tires bouncing over gravel returned Kardamon’s attention to the road. He still didn’t release his mate’s prick. As he began jacking him, working the smooth flesh of Mitch’s cock, Kardamon returned the truck to the asphalt.
Kardamon worked Mitch’s erection, teasing along his swollen length, under his flared cap, and over his crown. He carefully pressed the claw of his forefinger into Mitch’s piss slit, earning a hiss from his lover. On the next down-stroke, he paused to cradle and roll his balls, massaging the hard orbs encased in a silky sack.
“O-Oh shit!” Mitch squeaked. “Yeah, that’s good. Squeeze a little.” When Kardamon obeyed, Mitch groaned. “Yesssss! Just like that.”
Having found a hotspot, Kardamon continued to play with Mitch’s testicles. He spotted a turnout, so he whipped the truck over. With his left foot clamped on the brake to keep them in place, Kardamon twisted to face his lover.
He nearly swallowed his tongue upon seeing the blissful expression on the man’s face.
“Gorgeous,” Kardamon mumbled as he gripped Mitch’s erection with his left hand. “Gonna make you fly, Mitch. You’re gonna become addicted to my touch. You’ll need it.” He jacked him tightly. “Crave it. Won’t be able to live without it.”
Mitch opened his mouth, but no words came out. His face was flushed. His eyes were heavy-lidded. His gaze was riveted to where Kardamon fondled him.
It only took a couple of seconds for Kardamon’s awkward grip to begin bothering his wrists, so between one stroke and the next, he switched hands. That allowed him a much better grip. He rubbed, rolled, and teased at the delicate flesh in his hands, urging more pre-cum from Mitch’s erection.
“Your cock is a thing of beauty, Mitch,” Kardamon rumbled huskily. “I’m going to love squeezing it with my inner muscles. I’m going to massage you so good.” Listening to Mitch moan, seeing him arch his neck, showing off the pulse point Kardamon wanted so badly to taste, he continued roughly, “You’re big for your size. Have you measured yourself? Eight inches? Nine? Can’t wait to explore it with my mouth. Bet I can deep throat you. Can you imagine that? I’ll suck you so good.”
Crying out, the noise somewhere between a groan and a whine, Mitch jolted. His cock pulsed. A burst of Mitch’s seed arced into the air to splatter on his shirt.
Kardamon swiftly released his grip on Mitch’s cock and balls. He used his right hand to shove his mate’s shirt up his chest. Gripping Mitch’s spurting erection lightly with his left fingers, he continued to coax as much seed out of his human as possible.
When Mitch stopped coming, Kardamon gentled his hold, petting him lightly to keep him mildly stimulated. At the same time, he leaned down and lapped his mate’s seed from his torso. He listened to Mitch’s harsh panting breaths as he cleaned him as best he could.
Mitch’s mildly salty, masculine flavor burst across his taste buds. He groaned roughly as his own balls rolled and tightened. Groaning, Kardamon straightened in his seat. Unable to stop the cresting tide of his pleasure, he yanked open his fly and gripped his dick. One jack was all it took, and his orgasm surged through him.
As waves of heady endorphins crashed through him, Kardamon moaned Mitch’s name. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as shudders racked his body. The jerk of the truck gave him just enough presence of mind to remember to hit the brakes.
“Holy shit. Did you just come from jacking me and eating my cum?”
Blowing out a breath, Kardamon peeled open his eyelids. He rolled his head on the headrest and gave his clearly surprised mate a grin. “Oh, yeah. You taste fucking awesome.”
Mitch’s eyes were still widely dilated, but the smirk on his lips was all smugness. “Well, I think so, too.” Sighing, he scratched at his belly. “You gonna drink me from the source?”
“Soon,” Kardamon vowed. “Very, very soon.”
Lowering his hand, Mitch fondled his softening dick. “Well, you better get us to my place so I can feed you my dick then.”
Kardamon was so on board with that plan. After giving his mate a feral smile, he got them back on the road.
Chapter Seven
Mitch sure never thought he’d end up in this position. Still, he was in sore need of a good fuck. He hadn’t gone without sex for more than three days since he’d started college.
Six days is way too damn long... and since he’s offering his ass.
Maybe it was the double orgasm affecting his brain, but Mitch was ready to look past the fact that Kardamon was male. Hell, if the guy could deliver all the bliss he was promising, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad being his mate.
No, damn it! I did not just think that.
“Did you even manage to get a bed in here, yet?” Kardamon asked, indicating the house he pulled up in front of.
Mitch scoffed. “Yeah. Had it delivered after I picked up the keys.”
“Excellent.” Kardamon parked his truck, then turned to face Mitch. “Ready for me to suck your dick, Mitch?”
To Mitch’s shock, upon taking in the blue gargoyle’s hungry expression and hearing his husky words, his groin tingled. Anticipation surged through him, heating him from the inside out. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d managed three orgasms in one night.
“Hell, yeah,” Mitch replied, shoving out of the truck.
After dropping to the ground and closing the door, Mitch started toward the house. He heard a second door close and knew the gargoyle followed. His dick plumped with every step even as a bout of nerves flooded him.
God, am I really doing this? Am I going to give in to this Fate shit and fuck a gargoyle? If I tell him to go, will he?
His cock took that second to twitch, reminding him that even after two orgasms, his body still needed.
“Open the door, Mitch.”
Kardamon’s deeply uttered order drew Mitch out of his thoughts. He pulled out his keys and inserted them into the lock.
I’ll just enjoy this tonight. I gotta get some relief. Tomorrow I can figure out how to move on.
With that mental promise in mind, Mitch pushed open the door and led the way inside.
Mitch turned and watched the gargoyle step inside and close the door. Just how huge the male was suddenly hit him, towering over Mitch’s own five-foot-eleven-inch height by a good eight inches or so. His dark gray eyes smoldered as he turned and stared at Mitch hungrily. The male sported thick blue lips, his canines peeked out over them, and a square jaw. His long, white hair hung loosely around his face, probably better to hide while slipping through the shadows amongst humans. His claws and wings—partially hidden by the open trench coat—matched his hair, contrasting sharply with his medium blue hide.
For an instant, Mitch wondered what it’d be like to slide his fingers into Kardamon’s locks and use the hold to pull him down toward him. If he kissed him, would he feel those canines? Would his lips be firm? Would Kardamon allow Mitch to control the kiss?
“I would so very much like to know what you’re thinking.”
Snapping out of his head, Mitch shook his head. He gave the gargoyle a cocky smile and stated, “Just wonderin’ if you can even give a good blowjob with those sharp teeth.”
Kardamon’s eyes narrowed, and his nostrils flared. He reached out and gripped Mitch’s upper arm in a light hold. “Lie,” he stated, leaning toward him, his gaze holding Mitch’s own. “If you don’t wish to tell me something, fair enough. Your thoughts are your own.” Kardamon leaned closer, sliding his cheek against Mitch’s as he closed the distance between his mouth and Mitch’s ear. “But don’t lie to me, Mitch,
and I’ll offer you the same courtesy.”
When Kardamon nipped Mitch’s earlobe, he gasped. Goose bumps shot down his neck, and the hairs on his arms stood on end. Jerking a nod, Mitch agreed.
“R-Right. Sorry,” Mitch muttered. A shudder worked through him as he felt Kardamon’s second hand grip his hip and rub up his torso. Feeling the male’s lips work down the tendon of his neck, he stuttered, “Wh-What are you-you d-doing?”
“Tasting your flesh,” Kardamon muttered, obviously being honest. “The salt on your skin is a heady aphrodisiac.”
Mitch gaped. “R-Really?”
Kardamon chuckled. “Oh, yes.” Lifting his head, the gargoyle grinned at him. “Shall we try again?”
Confused, his mind sluggish with the arousal zinging through him, Mitch frowned. “Huh?”
Dipping his head, Kardamon pressed a light, swift kiss to Mitch’s lips. It happened so fast that Mitch didn’t even have time to respond. The gargoyle lifted his head again as he slid his left hand up Mitch’s arm to grip his neck.
“Will you tell me what you were thinking of earlier? Or shall we just get to the fucking?”
“Kissing,” Mitch blurted out, and immediately his face heated. Sliding his focus to the left, he added, “And how I like your long hair and want to use it as leverage to control a kiss but”—Mitch swallowed hard and refocused on Kardamon—”I’m not sure I really want to do that or not. Especially with how sharp your teeth are.”
Kardamon’s lips split into a wide grin. “Yes, my teeth are very, very sharp, but don’t worry”—he winked—”as soon as you get up the courage to do all that, I’m a very good kisser and wouldn’t hurt you for the world, Mitch.”
Gazing into Kardamon’s storm-cloud gray eyes, Mitch read the truth there.
Holy fuck! He really wouldn’t ever use his size against me.
Mitch felt the same about his own strong, wiry frame and the women he’d been with. For some reason, however, that Kardamon would feel the same about him just hadn’t occurred to him.
Damn.
“My mouth is watering for your tasty cock, Mitch.” Kardamon reached down and rubbed his package blatantly. “Can I suck you now?”
Feeling his nipples bead and his dick twitch, Mitch moaned. “Hell, yeah.”
Mitch took a step backward, and Kardamon let him go. An unfamiliar sensation skittered through him. It wasn’t until he’d made it through the empty living room and down the short hallway to his bedroom that he recognized it.
Disappointment, but why?
In the next instant, when Kardamon slid his arms around Mitch from behind and skimmed his hands under his shirt that it hit him. As Mitch lifted his arms so the bigger male could help him out of his soiled shirt, he felt his nipples tingle at the male’s light scrape of his nails, and he realized he enjoyed Kardamon’s touch.
Well, fuck a duck! What?
“Stop thinking so hard,” Kardamon ordered as he pushed him forward. “Get on the bed and relax. I’ll take care of everything. Just enjoy.”
More than willing to take that offer, Mitch climbed onto his bed. The room was the only one that was furnished, since in his opinion, it was the most important room of the house. Because of that, as soon as Mitch had made the closing appointment, he’d set up to have the bedroom furniture delivered and set up the same day.
The rest of his furniture was in the garage. Mitch had intended to have his friends over during the weekend to help him set everything else up... like the entertainment center.
Staring up at Kardamon, Mitch rested his hands behind his head. He grinned at the novelty of being the one who relaxed and looked seductive. He found it kind of cool, actually.
“Gods, you do look good, Mitch.” Kardamon leaned over the bed and removed first one shoe, then his second. He met Mitch’s gaze, winking at him. “But you knew that already.”
Mitch chuckled softly and shrugged unabashedly. “Yeah.” His toes twitched when Kardamon removed his socks. “I work damn hard at it.”
“It shows.”
Kardamon gripped his left foot and gently pressed his thumbs into his arch.
Grunting at the surprising move, Mitch arched his back a little. He didn’t know how it was possible, but the stimulation caused his balls to tingle. When Kardamon repositioned his fingers and pressed again, Mitch gripped the comforter and moaned.
“Oh, I do like the sounds you make,” Kardamon rumbled, moving his ministrations to Mitch’s other foot. “Want to make you shout in bliss.”
Mitch arched and shuddered. His blood fired through his veins, and pre-cum oozed from him. It even felt as if the hairs on his legs stood on end. Whatever Kardamon was doing to his feet felt like nothing he’d ever before experienced, tying his tongue in knots.
Kardamon obviously recognized his predicament, for he let out a low, deep chuckle. “Let’s get your beautiful cock more comfortable.”
“God, yes!”
His abdominals clenched as Mitch watched Kardamon’s white claws reach for his groin. It was irrational, since he’d felt them several times before. Still, in the dark of the club or cab, Mitch hadn’t really thought about the fact that those sharp, sharp digits were near his genitals.
As Kardamon carefully unbuttoned then lowered his zipper, Mitch’s cock twitched. His little head obviously had no issue with the gargoyle’s claws. When Kardamon threaded his pointed digits through Mitch’s carefully trimmed bush, he moaned with pleasure at the zing it caused.
“Lift your hips.”
On board with that, Mitch planted his heels and did so.
Kardamon eased his pants down and off his legs, leaving Mitch blissfully nude. When he saw the gargoyle pull a tube from his coat pocket and place it on the bed before he shrugged out of his trench, Mitch couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.
“Is that lube?”
While making quick work of the rest of his clothes, Kardamon nodded. “It is.”
Mitch licked his lips, trying to figure out how that made him feel.
Was Kardamon planning on sex when he came to me?
Taking in the huge blue phallus jutting from Kardamon’s groin swiftly distracted Mitch. His lips parted, and his asshole clenched. He was so damn glad he was doing the fucking.
“Try to relax.” Kardamon grabbed the lube as he climbed onto the bed. He popped the cap as he leaned over and blew a warm puff of air over Mitch’s crown. Peering at him through his lashed, Kardamon told him, “Under advisement from a couple of my clutch-mates, I started carrying lube everywhere... just in case.”
“In case of what?” Mitch couldn’t help but ask.
Kardamon’s eyes narrowed. “In case you showed up at the estate to see your friends and I convinced you to do something just like this.”
Then Kardamon stuck out his tongue and swiped it over Mitch’s crown, and all thought fled. He sucked in a harsh gasp as tingles traveled down his prick. His erection twitched.
“Unless you have a lube brand that you prefer to jack off with?” Kardamon winked. “I can use yours instead.”
Mitch swallowed hard, trying to get moisture into his throat. Did he want to admit to—aww fuck. If I’m going bare, I wanna feel it.
Pointing toward the nightstand—yeah, he’d unpacked his bathroom and bedroom shit—Mitch told the gargoyle, “I have some warming lube in there.”
Kardamon grinned widely as he nodded. “Very nice.” As he winked then levered over and opened the drawer to fish it out, he stated, “I only keep regular on me.”
Once Kardamon had the tube of lube and was back in place beside Mitch’s hip, the gargoyle swiftly popped the cap and poured a liberal amount onto his... tail. Before Mitch could question that, Kardamon leaned down and wrapped his lips around his crown.
Hissing sharply, Mitch expected to feel a bit of sting. Instead, exquisite suction surrounded his cock head, sending sweet zings down his stalk. Mitch’s cries quickly turned to moans as Kardamon lower
ed his head, taking in half his dick.
Twisting his fingers into the comforter, Mitch shuddered, barely restraining himself from bucking.
Evidently, Kardamon knew it. He bobbed on the top half his prick, his coordination impressive, as he reached down and gripped both of Mitch’s wrists. Pulling Mitch’s fingers free of the blanket, Kardamon drew them to his own head instead.
Mitch couldn’t resist an invitation like that. Threading his fingers through Kardamon’s surprisingly silky hair, he cradled the male’s head. Planting his feet, he began to rock his hips, driving more and more of his dick into the gargoyle’s mouth.
Kardamon rested his hands on either side of Mitch’s hips. Somehow he managed to open his throat and take everything. Each time Mitch shoved his dick into Kardamon’s hot, wet mouth, the gargoyle seemed to welcome him deep, humming and licking his shaft. Every time he pulled out, the gargoyle sucked strongly and swiped over his crown.
Mitch reveled in the freedom, taking his pleasure. Popping up his hips, he enjoyed the sweet suction, the hot warmth, and the tongue massage. The pleased, hungry glow of Kardamon’s gray eyes coupled with how he hummed drove Mitch on.
When Mitch felt the base of his spine tingle, he gasped in shock. “O-Oh, fuck! Kard! How?” He snapped his mouth shut, and he ground his teeth together.
Obviously sensing his struggle, Kardamon jerked out of his hold, popping off his dick. In the same instant, he gripped the base of his shaft. He squeezed, stemming Mitch’s need to come.
Mitch groaned as goose bumps broke out on his groin. Gaping, he stared up at the gargoyle, taking in his feral smile.
“Not until this pretty spear is buried in my ass,” Kardamon growled. “You ready for that?”
Anticipating the tight squeeze, Mitch nodded. “Yeah.”
Releasing Mitch’s prick, Kardamon eased to the left. “How do you want me?”
Mitch opened his mouth, then shut it again. Fearing he might lose his resolve if facing the male, having to stare down at another erection, he mumbled, “Doggy style.”
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