Page 63 of Another Man’s Treasure

Setting the bowl down, I grab him by the hips and put him on top of the counter. “You, stay there and watch. Eggs are easy. Muffins require marginally more ingredients. This is par for the course for my sister. She’ll discover something nobody ever knew existed, and that’s just how she rolls.”

Ten minutes later, he’s digging into a heaping plate of scrambled eggs with sauteed vegetables while I slide the muffin tray into the oven.

Licking a spoonful of protein frosting, he waggles his brows at me. “How long are these muffins gonna take to bake?”

“Nine minutes.” I step between his thighs and close my mouth over the half-full spoon, hollowing my cheeks around it while I get lost in those amethyst eyes.

He moans softly while I run my tongue over every inch of the spoon’s head, licking it clean. “Godsdamn, cowboy, you know how to tease me. I don’t think it’s possible for me to come any more than I came last night.”

“Make me come, then,” I say with a smile. “I’ve got an idea.”

A dirty fucking idea, but I’m not holding back with him. Not anymore. Because some deeply instinctual part of me knows that whatever I dish out…Oz can take it.

He slides off the counter and pats it. “Up here, cowboy.”

Shoving my jeans down, I step out of them and then settle onto the countertop. I spread my thighs wide enough to make space for him. But when I reach for him, he chuckles and pulls away.

“Nuh-uh. Lean back on your hands, baby; I want to give you a little show.”

I loose a breath as I lean onto my palms, waiting to see what he’ll do next.

Oz winks at me as he disappears toward the bedroom, reappearing a few moments later with the bottle of lube.

My ass clenches at the idea of him playing with me like that. He’s got so many beautiful fucking options between his huge fingers and that tail and even the wings.

Propping my right foot up onto the countertop, I spread my thighs wider in anticipation. Oz stands before me with a sexy smirk as he lifts his tail between us. After uncapping the lube, he coats his tail spade and then pushes it into my hand.

“Cover my spade until it’s well lubed.”

I drag my fingers through the cool gel, rubbing it onto the thick surface of his spade. Amethyst eyes flash, his black pupils narrowing as he curls the end of his tail into a tight cone.

When he sets the lube on the counter and presses his spade to my ass, I jolt at the chill. Gasping, I let my head fall back as I focus on relaxing. Guess this is what we’re doing first, and I’m not mad about it, because⁠—

A wet tongue slips up the sensitive, puckered skin on the underside of my cock, and I grunt, doubling over as I instinctively reach for Oz’s head. Eyes flashing open, I watch as those purple lips close around my cockhead. His cheeks hollow, and he sucks hard enough that I jolt my hips for more.

“Fuck,” I hiss, moving my fingers to his horns.

When I touch them, they flex and straighten, and he groans around my tip.

The vibration of his cool, wet mouth has me spurting precum onto that pretty tongue. It’s too much, watching him lave my tip like it’s the most delicious lollipop.

His tail nudges at my back hole, slipping the slightest bit inside. A groan tumbles from my throat at the intrusion as it stretches me. He pushes further and further as he slides down the length of my cock with that sexy fucking mouth.

“Oz,” I manage, gripping his horn and using it to guide his lips on and off my dick. “Harder, baby.”

He surges forward, taking me to the hilt as his spade slips inside my ass with a pop. A third, more desperate moan erupts from me as I let my knee fall wide to give him access. Lifting my hips off the counter, I thrust up into his mouth as he fucks my ass with that talented tail. I haven’t done this…have never wanted this.

But I fucking want it with him.

Heat rushes down my back, my muscles trembling from trying to hold back the cum. My heart gallops along as I watch him suck me off and fuck me all at the same time. When a cramp has me lifting my palm, Oz swoops a huge wing around and cradles me from the back.

And that’s it.

I’m fucking done.

Roaring, I pump his mouth full of cum as it explodes from me. But he had me so hot, I’m not nearly finished, so I pull my dick from his mouth and angle my hips, unloading into the muffin frosting.

Oz gasps, the sound morphing into a groan as I stroke my cock until it’s spent. Pale green cum pools on top of the frosting as I fall back onto the countertop and try to catch my breath.