Page 42 of Another Man’s Treasure

Oz bucks and thrusts, throwing a hand over his face as he falls to his back. His body’s tense and tight, and I love that I’ve got so much control over him like this. Slipping my tongue around his dick, I pull slowly off until I reach the crown again. He sobs out a high, desperate groan when I suck just the edge, teasing it with my lips and teeth.

Precum spurts over my tongue, salty but sweet. Greedy, I swallow it down as I bracket his body beneath mine, taking him to the root a second time. I spill seed into my pants at how fucking hot this makes me.

Remembering the need for lube, I pop off him long enough to grab a small bottle in my bedside drawer. It’s for my personal toys; I hadn’t expected to find someone in Pine Gulch. I hadn’t expected him.

Dropping to my knees between his thighs, I uncap it and coat two fingers. Licking up the underside of his cock, I suckle him softly as I bring my fingers to his pucker and play with it.

Oz hisses and grips the sheets, spreading wider to give me access. He’s panting, big chest heaving like he’s almost ready to come.

“Slow down, baby.” I ignore his cock for a moment as I slip two fingers slightly inside him, teasing his ass until he relaxes. “Good boy,” I murmur. “Relax for me.”

He grips the sheets tighter, cock thwapping against my mouth as I slide farther inside him, curling my fingers to stroke. He’s warmer here, and I ache to feel that warmth envelop me, to spill inside his sweet channel.

I want him sated and limp on the sheets, dripping with his cum and mine. Then I want to clean every inch of him with my mouth while I work him up to another round.

Growling, I lap at his balls as I work his hole wider, carefully stretching and teasing as he thrusts to meet my tongue and fingers. When I’ve got them fully inside, I curl to rub gentle circles over his prostate. The effect is immediate—his moans deepen, cheeks flushing a darker shade of purple as his hips jerk against me, cock spearing shallowly into my mouth.

Salty precum coats my tongue. His taste is divine and hot like this. His scent brightens until every one of my senses pings with delight.

“I’m so fucking close,” he gasps, hips moving faster. Every thrust upward sends his cock to the back of my throat. I want him to come, and then when he’s loose and drowning in that perfect post-orgasm haze, I’m gonna flip him over and fuck that pretty little asshole.

Humming, I press harder on his prostate. Just above his cock, the thick bit of cartilage that sticks out begins to vibrate. Gods, I love gargoyles and that built-in sex toy. Taking it between my fingertips, I massage in tiny circles as he jolts in my arms. For a moment, he pauses, body tensing and tightening around me before he explodes. Cum shoots from his cock into my mouth, filling my throat with sweet, tangy cream.

Oz screams, hips banging against me as his internal muscles ripple around my fingers. I use his orgasm to stretch him further, rubbing and thrusting as he comes deep in my throat.

He’s beautiful lost to the pleasure. It’s etched across his elegant features like a mask of pure bliss. I need more. I need all of it. Every orgasm he’s gonna have, it’s gonna fucking come from me.

I pull off his cock, watching it fall against his thigh, spent even though his ass keeps tightening around my fingers. I pull them out and then push back in carefully, adding a third finger this time.

“Oh, fuuuuuuck,” he groans. “You fill me so good, Wilder.”

“Wild,” I correct. “When we’re like this, call me Wild.”

He cries out, clapping his thighs together as he becomes over-sensitized. Careful not to be too rough, I pull my fingers from his ass and stand.

It’s my fucking turn.

Oz

I stare at the wood-beam ceiling of Wilder’s bedroom, trying to gather my wits. Every part of me is loose and lax from the mind-bending orgasm to end all orgasms. Have I ever come that hard? I don’t think so. I’m sure I haven’t because I blacked out for a second there.

Now Wilder’s standing between my thighs, staring at my body like he’s just now ready to get started. There’s a tension in his huge muscles, a readiness like he’s a lion on the savanna with his eyes on a tasty-looking zebra.

Cum drips from his lower lip. He notices it at the same time I do, reaching up and casually brushing it away.

I manage to get up onto my elbows, staring at the giant male poised between my thighs. “What would you like me to do now, Wild?”

His dark green lips curl into a sensual smile. “Stand and undress me.”

Gods. Oh gods.

Saint was dominant in the bedroom, but it was an assholish dominance. It was never partnership. He was bossy, and I thought I liked that. But this is entirely different because there’s no threat, no cruelty underlying the demand. He already got me off so damn hard, and he’s not even undressed yet.

So I stand and reach for his shirt, pushing it slowly up his stomach to reveal a core stacked with thick, chunky abs. A light dusting of hair covers his belly, growing thicker over enormous pecs. Dark green nipples press firmly against the tight fabric of his tee—it barely covers his musculature. All I want to do is dip down and capture that sexy nipple between my teeth, but I suspect I’m not allowed to.

Still, I’m hopeful when I look up at him. “May I touch you?”

Smirk. “You’re already touching me.”