Page 60 of Another Man’s Treasure

Flaring my wings wide, I hook the tips into cutouts high in the wall and pull myself upright, back flat against the headboard wall. My head falls forward as I start thrusting slowly into my joined fists.

“Now ain’t that a sight for sore eyes.” Wild appears in the doorway, leaning against it with the glass of water in one hand. When I pause, he lifts the glass and takes a sip. “Don’t you dare stop, pretty thing.”

Groaning, I stroke harder, gripping my base with my left hand while I rub my tip with the right. It’s so hot the way he stares, green eyes narrowed as they drift lazily from my face down to the movement of my fingers. He grins when I move down my length and back up, his cheeks flushing a darker green.

His heartbeat—that steady thud—rises slowly as he watches.

Thinking back to his big body behind me, I jack myself with steady, rhythmic jerks. Eyes locked to his, I watch as his gaze drifts to my movements. His nostrils flare.

Jerk. Stroke. Rub.

“Keep goin’,” he murmurs when my chest heaves, breaths coming out stuttered. Orgasm builds in my sack, my body tightening as I watch Wild push off the doorframe.

He stalks to my bedside table and sets down the water, then crawls onto the nest and sits on his heels in front of me.

“Don’t stop,” he commands, staring at my throbbing, dripping cock.

“Fuck!” I shout, balls tightening as the beginnings of pleasure erupt through me, fluttering outward in great waves as my hips jerk to meet my hands. Seed barrels down my shaft and explodes from the tip in a creamy rush.

Wild shifts upright with his mouth open, and I coat his lips and tongue, painting him with cum. It splatters over his cheeks and chin too. He looks absolutely decadent like this as I drag the last vestiges of pleasure from my cock.

“You look so fucking handsome like this, covered in cum.” I reach down with my tail and gather it onto my spade. Curling the tip of my tail into a tight cone, I tease it between my ass cheeks and against my back hole.

Wild’s brows lift. “That’s quite a trick. You like to fuck yourself, baby?”

“Toys, my tail, I like all the things,” I admit, winking at him as I push my tail an inch or two inside. “I like to experiment, Wilder.”

He chuckles and watches the slow rhythm of my tail as I prep my ass with smooth, even strokes. Heat keeps building and building, but I need lube for this. Cum feels good for a minute, but there’s no replacement for the right thing.

At my feet, Wild stands and pulls his clothes off until he’s fully naked. He steps close enough to press his body to mine, thick cock rubbing against the underside of my own as I gasp and pant at the new friction. One of Wild’s hands moves to my sack, and he kneads it lightly. The other moves to my nipple, the rough pad of his thumb tracing circles around my swollen flesh.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” He chuckles. “I can just imagine you doing this on your own, fantasizing about what we did the other night.”

I can barely summon a response through the warring sensations of him gently plucking at my sack and stroking my nipple. It’s all too much and simultaneously not enough.

“You’re about to ask me to give you more,” he says with a low, sexy little growl. “And I’d like to, baby, I really would, but I need you to do something for me first.”

My mouth drops open, and he laughs again.

Leaning close to my face, he brings his mouth to my ear. “Now you’ve got the idea, pretty boy.”

Wilder

“Come down off there.” I wave to where he’s gripping the wall with both wings.

Oz lets go and drops to the mattress, eyes focused on me. Grabbing his hand, I bring it to my rigid cock and use it to stroke myself. His eyes go hooded as he wraps his fingers around my length and helps.

“Mmm, see this?” I gesture to where he’s touching me. “This is all for you, pretty boy, and I want to feel your mouth. I haven’t had that pleasure yet.”

“I can’t wait to do that,” he says with a sly grin.

I pull his hand away, wrap him in my arms, and sink us down onto the bed with my back to the headboard. Snuggling against the cushions, I love how his slightly cooler skin feels against my body. He reaches up and presses his lips to mine, tongue peeking out to trace a path.

Heat flares through me as I hold him tighter, hands roaming over the base of his wings, down to his ass and around his tail. His back hole’s soaked with his cum, and when I press my fingers to it, he groans.

“Need you there again,” he whispers before crawling on top of me and gripping our cocks in his big fist. He runs his hands down our lengths until we’re dripping all over one another, panting, kissing, devouring each other.

I’m not ready when Oz grabs a battle of lube and uncaps it, dripping it all over us. The chill makes me hiss, but when he follows the lube with his fingers, I groan and let my head fall back against his headboard.