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Authors: Bailey Bradford

Tags: #Fiction, #Fantasy, #Paranormal, #Gay, #Occult & Supernatural, #Romance, #General, #Erotica, #Fairy Tales; Folk Tales; Legends & Mythology, #Contemporary

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BOOK: Gilbert
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Jihu shook his head carefully, which was good since he had half of Gilbert’s length in his mouth. He pulled off with a slurp and licked his wet lips. “No, I want you to fuck me. No. I want to ride you so I can…” His gaze burned Gilbert almost like a physical touch where it lingered at his shoulder and neck’s join. “I want to mark you, make you mine, at least in one way.”

“Okay,” Gilbert grated out, so horny he could barely breathe. “Anything you want.”

“Right now I want to suck you until you lose it,” Jihu said hotly, turning Gilbert’s love for dirty talk back on him. “I want you to thrust and groan and use my mouth. I want to feel you come apart, and come in me, here”—he touched his lips with a finger—“then here”—he patted his ass.

“Yeah, baby, anything, anything, any—ahhhh.” Gilbert clenched his abs as Jihu sank down, sucking his dick in nearly to the root. Jihu couldn’t take quite all of him, and that was okay. Gilbert couldn’t swallow Jihu’s entire big dick either. The man was hung. But he could still deepthroat Jihu, and Jihu was pretty damned talented with his mouth and throat, too.

“Mmmm,” Jihu hummed around his length, flicking his tongue over Gilbert’s sensitive flesh. He palmed Gilbert’s balls and tugged, bringing a delicious frisson of pain to his nuts. Gilbert grabbed at Jihu’s hair and buried his fingers in the silky strands. Jihu had said he wanted this, and Gilbert was going to give it to him.

“You’re sure,” he said, not really asking, because he trusted Jihu to know his mind. Jihu winked at him and pushed his nuts close to his body. He thumbed Gilbert’s taint.

Gilbert had always loved being touched there, did it himself almost every time he beat off or fingered his hole. “Do that again, baby, please.”

Jihu did and Gilbert moaned long and loud as he started thrusting. He kept his movements slow and easy, not wanting to give Jihu more than he could handle, but a growl from the man and another tug on his balls had Gilbert letting himself go and giving in to the pleasure of his mate’s skill.

When the tip of his cock breached Jihu’s throat and those wet muscles contracted around him, Gilbert couldn’t even bellow, he was so dazed. Jihu rubbed the skin beneath his balls at the same time he bobbed up then down again, and Gilbert arched from heels to shoulders as he came, muscles jerking with each shot of spunk he fired into Jihu’s mouth.

Jihu whined around his cock then licked him clean. He lifted Gilbert’s nuts and sucked the tender spot that drove Gilbert wild. Gilbert’s cock didn’t even get a chance to soften with Jihu working him like that, and not with the slight brush of his thumb at the top of Gilbert’s sphincter. That teasing touch, so minute, yet so huge that Gilbert felt it clear to his stomach, made him want to rejoice because he knew Jihu would get beyond his traumatic past.

Gilbert let go of Jihu’s hair as Jihu moved a little lower. His heartbeat tripled when Jihu pushed at his legs. “Jihu, you don’t have to do this,” he ground out, making himself hold still when he really just wanted to roll over and beg Jihu to eat his ass.

“I want to,” Jihu said, pushing at his thighs again. “I want to kiss you here.” Jihu touched his hole. “I want to taste you, to build you up until you think you’ll die if you don’t fuck me. I want—” Jihu swallowed and glanced away. “I want you to lose it and push into me like you can’t do anything else. I want you to lose
yourself
in me.”

Gilbert raised his legs up, pulling until his knees were on his chest. “I already have,” he told Jihu. “Ah! Yes, baby!” Jihu lapped timidly at his pucker. “Do it, eat me, rim me. Do what you want,” he panted, nipples hard and cock harder. Gilbert got a hand past his knee and pinched his own tit so hard his eyes watered. “Uhn. Yessss.”

His own lack of inhibition seemed to fire Jihu’s lust. What sounded very much like a growl came from Jihu then Gilbert’s ass was spread open, Jihu’s fingers strong. Jihu licked over his opening then dove into rimming him, rubbing his cheek, his chin, even his nose over Gilbert’s hole.

Gilbert had never been rimmed like it before. Hell, he’d only ever had someone eat him twice before, and never with such enthusiasm as Jihu was showing. Gilbert’s thigh muscles began to quiver and burn as he tensed, need growing and curling hot in his gut and groin.

“Please,” he found himself panting, “fucking hell, Jihu, I ache—”

Jihu tongued into him and Gilbert bucked, almost letting his legs flop down as pleasure swamped him. “Oh God, baby, I can’t, I can’t—” He didn’t know what, he couldn’t even think as one slim finger pushed into him. Whether it was skill or luck, Jihu found his gland and rubbed over it. Gilbert jerked and hissed, and had to let go of one leg to grab at his dick before he spurted all over again. “Jihu!”

“Need me,” Jihu said.

Gilbert didn’t know if he was asking but he bobbed his head in agreement. “Yes, desperately. Please.” Then he remembered, and Gilbert sat up, glad that Jihu had the sense to pull his finger out because Gilbert hadn’t even considered how uncomfortable that might have been otherwise. He came up onto his knees and tackled Jihu, finding his mouth and tasting himself on Jihu’s lips.

Gilbert shuddered. He didn’t get grossed out at it. If tasting ass bothered him, he’d never have rimmed anyone in the first place. He pressed Jihu down onto his back and wedged himself between Jihu’s slim thighs. Gilbert kept on kissing him, plundering his sweet mouth even as he reached for the lube under his pillow.

In seconds he had the viscous stuff open and rather than give up kissing Jihu, Gilbert wound a hand around the back of his neck and used his other to pour lube on his cock and God only knew where else. He didn’t give a shit, just as long as he got the job done.

“Gonna fuck you so hard,”
Gilbert thought, hoping that perhaps the mental bond would open between them. Jihu didn’t so much as acknowledge the thought, though, so Gilbert left off messing with it. Jihu would get his senses back when the drugs were out of his system, then they’d have their mental link.

Gilbert lifted his mouth enough to repeat the words out loud. Jihu’s pupils dilated and sweat broke out on his brow. “Yes, please.”

Now, how could Gilbert deny such a pretty request? He took his dick in hand and nudged it between Jihu’s cheeks. Jihu lifted his legs up to Gilbert’s shoulders, causing him to have to realign his length but, oh, it’d be a much better ride for them both.

“Now,” he warned, then Gilbert pushed, stretching Jihu’s pucker with his crown. “Too much?” he asked since he hadn’t stretched Jihu properly.

Jihu shook his head, his eyes wide and mouth gaping. “No, no. I need…I need the ache.”

Gilbert understood that, but he didn’t just shove all of the way in. Jihu might need the ache, but he didn’t need screaming pain. Gritting his teeth, Gilbert inched his way into Jihu’s ass, revelling in the feel of silky, tight heat as Jihu’s inner walls constricted around him. “Yes, oh hell, baby, you feel so fucking good. Like the tightest glove, so warm and soft and—” Gilbert had to shut up. He was too turned on as it was.

“Uhn,” Jihu panted, digging his nails into Gilbert’s biceps. “Gil. Bert. Fuck. Me!”

Gilbert couldn’t refuse. He thrust the last few inches, a snap of his hips bringing a shout to both of them. “Ah, damn. Damn,” he muttered, unable to keep still. Gilbert withdrew until just the end of his cock was inside Jihu, then he sank back in and started a steady, hard rhythm.

Jihu’s eyes rolled back in his head and he arched his pretty, thin neck. Gilbert resisted the urge to bite him again. Jihu had said he wanted to mark Gilbert instead, and he knew if he gave in to his leopard’s urging and bit Jihu, they’d both go off like bottle rockets.

Gilbert got his hands beneath Jihu and he rolled, keeping Jihu seated on his cock. “You fuck me. Ride my cock, baby. Show me, take me.” He wanted to say that and feel Jihu reaming his ass, but not until Jihu was ready for it.

Jihu planted a hand on Gilbert’s chest and undulated on his cock. Gilbert’s ears rang as arousal doubled inside him. “Yes, Jihu, just like that. Give it to me.”

Jihu snarled and rose up completely off Gilbert’s dick, only stopping to keep his slit pressed to Jihu’s hole. “You are mine,” Jihu snapped. Gilbert started to agree but Jihu dropped down, his ass encasing Gilbert’s length again. All Gilbert could do was moan and grab at Jihu’s arms, his thighs, any part of him he could reach.

When Jihu reached for him, Gilbert tried to sit up. Jihu sank down on him. “Lean up,” he rasped.

Gilbert pushed up onto his elbows, and Jihu clutched his neck. He pulled, and Gilbert leant forwards. Jihu locked gazes with him and began moving again, short rises and falls that drove Gilbert mad with need. Then Jihu ground down and clenched his ass, and Gilbert bellowed as his balls drew tight.

“Now, you’re mine,” Jihu whispered, then he was moving, his hips, his head— his teeth sinking into Gilbert’s shoulder and stealing his ability to make any sound at all. Fiery pain seared him even as ecstasy shot into his veins. Gilbert rocked and held onto Jihu as his climax was ripped from him. Jihu sucked on the wound and more spunk shot from Gilbert’s cock. He felt Jihu’s orgasm in the inner muscles contracting so tight around his length, and all Gilbert could do was gasp for air and just
feel.

When it was over, when he could think, could breathe, Gilbert wiped at a tickle on his cheek. Moisture wet his skin. Had he cried? Shed tears? Or was it sweat? Gilbert didn’t care. That experience had been worth shedding tears over.

“Jihu, I—” Gilbert wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but it got cut off by a sharp knock on their door.

“If you two are done now, we need to talk, and Daniel has a stinky diaper that one of you can change.” Isaiah muttered something about getting out of diaper duty being an uncle’s privilege. Gilbert snorted.

“I’ll get him,” Jihu said. He eased off Gilbert and groaned. “Ouch. My butt is going to feel that for days—but it’s the good kind of sore,” he added before darting over to the dresser.

Gilbert enjoyed the view, Jihu’s taut little ass as delectable as always. When Jihu bent over to pull on underwear, his cheeks spread and exposed his hole. Gilbert winced at the puffy skin and got up, walking over to Jihu as he stood and tugged his briefs up.

“What?” Jihu asked, lowering his eyebrows in question.

Gilbert ran a hand down his butt and lightly ghosted his fingers over his covered hole. “Looks sore.”

Jihu shrugged and gave him a wicked grin. “It’s not debilitating, and I will think of what we just did every time it aches. So I’m cool with it.”

Gilbert warmed with arousal all over again and he groaned as he moved away. “God, I just want you, Jihu. Constantly.”

Jihu gave him a saucy wink and, in a show of playfulness that just brightened Gilbert’s already awesome day, he shook his butt at Gilbert and patted one cheek. “Who can blame you?”

“If we had ten minutes…” But they didn’t. Gilbert pouted as he got dressed. He needed a shower, and so did Jihu, but first things first. Daniel needed tending to.

“Go rinse off,” Jihu told him when Gilbert would have followed him. “Seriously. You can have Daniel all to yourself after while I shower, and you don’t have the dirty diaper to change.”

“I don’t mind,” Gilbert replied, but he headed for the bathroom. The sooner he was done, the sooner he could hold Daniel. He was such a cute little thing, and quiet still, not fussy like a few babies were at this age. From what Gilbert remembered with his sister’s kids, they slept almost all the time until they were a bit older. Gilbert figured that would give him and Jihu time to get to know each other.

Once he cleaned up and shaved, Gilbert left the bathroom and wasn’t surprised to find everyone gathered at the kitchen table. Someone had fried up what looked like a whole pig’s worth of bacon, and scrambled eggs. Toast sat on platters, waiting to be buttered. Gilbert’s stomach growled and Jihu stood, holding Daniel and the bottle as the baby ate.

“I’ll take him, you go ahead and shower,” Gilbert said. His stomach could wait a few more minutes. His heart, however, wanted Daniel right now. He held out his arms.

“I’ll just be a few minutes. Your brother said I smell like spunk.” Jihu blushed and hurried from the room.

Gilbert turned and glowered at Isaiah. “Why did you say that? Jihu is easily embarrassed. You asshole.”

“Ah-ah, there’s a baby around, watch your mouth,” Isaiah chided, a smirk on his lips.

Gilbert slipped the bottle into Daniel’s mouth, smiling as the baby sucked hungrily at the nipple. “Oh, fuck you, Iz. You told my mate he smelt like cum in front of the baby. I hardly think you have any room at all to talk.” Isaiah did have a point, though. Gilbert better start watching his mouth. It’d probably take him two years to quit cussing.
Damn it
.

“And you said he wasn’t quick,” Isaiah said to Bae, who sputtered and almost choked on his toast.

“I did not,” Bae squawked, still hacking. “Gilbert, I didn’t say that!”

Gilbert tried to give Bae a stern look, but he ruined it by laughing. “I know, Iz is just fu—screwing with us both. And trying to divert me away from my question.” Gilbert liked how much happier Isaiah seemed now that he was with Bae. Isaiah had always seemed kind of reserved, but he laughed and teased a lot more now.

Isaiah reached for a piece of bacon and chewed on it while he watched Gilbert. Once he had eaten that piece, he plucked up another one. Gilbert crossed over to the table and snatched it from his hand so quickly the bottle didn’t have time to dislodge. “Iz,” he warned, and Isaiah huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“He seemed so intimidated, and scared. I figured maybe I could tease him out of it like I do you and Tim.” He sat back and once Gilbert nodded, grabbed more bacon. “Have you tried that bacon ice cream?”

“God no,” Gilbert blurted out, “that sounds disgusting. And stop changing the subject. How did Jihu act when you teased him?”

“He actually looked happy, then he turned almost purple,” Bae answered. “It was really cute.”

“Cute,” Gilbert muttered. Well, he could understand that. Personally he thought Jihu was gorgeous, adorable, and so sexy Gilbert’s dick might never be fully soft again. “He is cute, and sexy—”

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