Leopard's Spots 2: Oscar (10 page)

“Jesus, Jo, I wish you could see yourself like I do.” Josiah was a vision of decadence, debauchery, de-something Oscar couldn’t fucking think of.

Josiah dropped his head back and rumbled as he sank another finger into his ass. Oscar took in the whole erotic picture—Josiah’s parted lips, his arched throat with his Adam’s apple more prominent than usual, his shoulders curved back, the blades surely digging into the bed. Josiah’s chest was thrust up, the points of his nipples dark and thick in the golden hair. The muscles in his chest and down to his stomach were marvellous. They should have been captured in marble and shared with the world.

Except Oscar wouldn’t share Josiah’s beauty with anyone. This sexy man, this pagan god of male perfection, was all his. Oscar adored everything about Josiah’s body, the searing and undeniable masculinity of it as well as the perfect proportions of muscle and height, length of limb. If he’d been able to design his perfect lover, he’d have done no better than the man before him. It was stunning, mind-jarring, and he decided to be nothing but grateful to destiny or fate, whatever had made them mates and brought them together.

Oscar pinched the underside of his cockhead hard enough to bring tears to his eyes, and moved in closer as Josiah’s breathing sped up, increasing with the thrusts in his ass.

“Oz, Oz I need you,” Josiah rasped, sounding as if he’d swallowed gravel and it’d grated his throat raw.

“I’ve got you,” Oscar said, his heart tripling its beats in his chest. He touched Josiah’s hand, traced the ring stretched around Josiah’s fingers. The flesh there was pale pink and slick, tacky with lube. Oscar waited until Josiah started to pull his fingers out. He caught them and pressed one of his fingers to Josiah’s. “Can I?”

Josiah’s entire body shook and he lifted his other leg up in offering. His hole gaped and glistened. Oscar cupped Josiah’s hand with his and pushed their fingers, three combined, slowly into the silky heat of Josiah’s body.

“Ah, damn, Jo,” Oscar gritted out, sure his mind was melting from the knowledge that very soon his dick would be in the warm, clenching tunnel constricting around their fingers. “So fucking tight.”

He pulled out, batted Josiah’s hand away, then pushed three of his own fingers back in. Josiah cried out and arched up, his heels slamming down on the bed while his taut belly bowed out.

“More!”

Oscar drew back enough to add a fourth finger. Josiah made a gargling sound and rocked his ass in a small pumping movement. “Oh God oh God oh God, oh my fucking God!” Josiah’s voice hitched and he jerked to the side, his knuckles going white where he gripped his dick. “Oz, now!”

Oscar didn’t mind ceding control on the timing issue at all. He pulled his fingers out and slapped the inside of Josiah’s thigh. “Roll, and get your knees on the floor.” He’d fuck Josiah over the bed. The mattress was just the right height for Oscar to stand behind him and plunge in until they both screamed.

Josiah made another one of those incomprehensible noises as he rolled to his belly and slid off the bed until his knees hit the floor. Oscar prodded Josiah’s calf with his foot, and Josiah spread his legs so wide Oscar could see his pink hole. Josiah’s balls hung low , heavy and hairy, and Oscar vowed to feel their weight in his mouth next time. For now, though, he could hold them in his hand while he fucked Josiah’s ass.

“Hands up by your head,” Oscar instructed.

Once Josiah had followed the order, Oscar moved in. He stroked his hands over Josiah’s back, delighting in the way the man trembled under his touch, the way his skin pebbled and warmed beneath his palms. Oscar ran his thumbs along the deep line of Josiah’s spine, right to the furrowed crack of his ass before starting back up. Josiah whimpered and wriggled his butt, so Oscar lifted one hand long enough to bring it back down firmly on Josiah’s ass. The loud smack of his palm on the taut flesh echoed in the room just before Josiah shouted.

“Behave,” Oscar warned, swatting the same spot again after a second’s concentration.

Josiah’s eyes flew open almost as wide as his mouth as he gave a garbled shout. A red flush spread over his back and up his neck, tinting his cheek in two heartbeats. Oscar pulled his fingers free and grabbed his cock at the base. He lined his cock up with Josiah’s hole and slammed into his ass, and this time Oscar’s shout drowned out Josiah’s.

In all the times Oscar had imagined fucking someone, he’d never been close to the ecstasy he was now feeling. He hadn’t known just how tight, how hot, how soft and perfect a man’s ass would feel around his dick, squeezing and massaging his length. Even the way his balls slapped against Josiah’s, the pain that shot up from his groin at the contact, was exquisite, perfection in a way that fried all of Oscar’s synapses.

He held Josiah’s ass cheeks and spread them further apart. Without further ado, Oscar pulled out all the way and thrust in again. Josiah shoved back at the same time, and their coming together, bodies aligning so perfectly it made Oscar’s eyes sting, was simply a thing of beauty like nothing he’d ever experienced.

Oscar moved his hands over Josiah’s sweat-slicked skin and up to his waist. Josiah reached around and clutched at Oscar, scratching his arm, his hip, and Oscar got the message. Josiah had said he’d liked it, the pain, the pleasure, and every move he made, every sound that slipped from his lips, was encouraging Oscar to stop reining his cat in.

So Oscar quit fighting it, roaring in a way his cat never could, the sound hurting his throat as he pounded into Josiah. He curled his fingers at Josiah’s shoulders, marking him there before dragging his nails down to leave streaks of red behind.

Josiah shouted and surged into each thrust, his powerful thighs nearly knocking Oscar backwards. Oscar growled and held Josiah at the hip and shoulder and fucked him harder, his hips pummelling Josiah’s buttocks and rippling the flesh all the way up to his back.

He curved his body over Josiah’s, desperate to taste and feel all that he could. Josiah pushed himself up and tilted his head to the side. It was an offering Oscar couldn’t resist, although he had to let go of Josiah’s shoulder and grab at his neck instead. Their height differences made his need nearly impossible, until Josiah arched his torso and his neck, shoving up on his arms and presenting Oscar with the morsel he sought.

Oscar’s incisors lengthened as his mouth flooded with saliva. For a moment he had a flash of another time he’d been about to bite a different shifter, but he refused to let thoughts of that horrible time intrude. And this was his
mate
, his! He’d never hurt Josiah, at least not in a way Josiah didn’t want and enjoy. Not in a way Oscar didn’t want to experience himself.

Oscar used his hand on Josiah’s throat to draw him up even more. He kept his hips moving now that Josiah was kneeling, bowed and contorted and begging with body and words and mind. The triple assault destroyed the last of Oscar’s reserve and he screamed as he opened his mouth, his gaze zeroing in on the spot where shoulder and neck met.

He struck, not as cautious as he’d have liked but he had no control left, just the raging need to taste his mate, to feel Josiah’s lifeblood become part of his own. Oscar sank his teeth into Josiah’s shoulder, a quick strike that had Josiah gasping, shouting, his inner muscles clamping down tight around Oscar’s cock.

Oscar pressed his lips to Josiah’s skin, his hips to Josiah’s ass, and held on as Josiah shook beneath him. He smelt Josiah’s cum, felt his own milked from him by Josiah’s rippling passage, and mewled around the flesh in his mouth as his eyes rolled back in his head.

It was going to kill him, all the pleasure that suffused him; it was so much
more
than he’d ever expected. He pumped his dick in and out as giving and taking all that he could, shivering with each spurt of spunk that emptied into Josiah’s ass. Finally he stilled, buried deep, and clung to his mate.

He might not be able to sit down for a week, but it was worth it—and Josiah wanted Oscar to fuck him with all of his passion and strength again, as soon as possible. He’d never felt anything even close to the experience Oscar had given him, not when he’d fucked anyone else, and certainly not the few times he’d bottomed. Those times had been experiments, and his wolf sure hadn’t been happy with him. Maybe that was why he hadn’t been able to relax and enjoy being fucked, but his beast didn’t have a problem rolling belly up for Oscar.

Ass up
,
rather.
And Oscar was still buried in him, dick and teeth, and the latter of those two was beginning to hurt in a way that really wasn’t enjoyable at all.

“Os…Oscar,” Josiah had to really work his throat to get any words out. He felt like he’d swallowed a whole desert. “Oscar!” Josiah sent a mental push with it, and Oscar roused, humming against his skin and swivelling his hips in a way that set off tiny sparks of pleasure in Josiah’s ass. Even only semi-hard, Oscar’s cock was rubbing his prostate just enough to threaten to turn Josiah into a blabbering fool.

The pain in his shoulder went from moderate to damn near agonising when Oscar withdrew his teeth, but Josiah quivered inside, partly because he still enjoyed the pain even though it made his head swim.

“You okay?” Oscar asked, his voice slurred. He made a lewd sound, a slurp that set the fire of arousal to Josiah’s balls. Josiah clenched his ass around Oscar’s dick and was rewarded with a strangled gasp. “Jesus flipping—Jo! You’re gonna kill me doing that!”

Josiah started to chuckle, but Oscar pulled his cock out and it caused more than a twinge in Josiah’s backside. He felt the warm trickle of Oscar’s seed running down the back of his balls. Josiah’s started to moan at the sensation, the beginnings of arousal threatening to come back to life. Oscar doused it quickly, shoving Josiah down and turning his moan into a yelp.

“Fuck, Josiah! Look what I did—”

Oscar’s voice broke and Josiah tried to roll over, but Oscar planted a hand between his shoulder blades. Short of throwing him off, Josiah couldn’t really move. He craned his head until he could see Oscar’s pained expression.

“It’s fine, Oz. Did you hear me ask you to stop? Feel me fighting you off?” Josiah snorted. “You could have torn right through my neck and I’d have loved it.”

Oscar shoved himself up, using the hand on Josiah’s back to do so and pushing the air out of his lungs. “Don’t say that! There’s fucking nothing sexy about ripping out someone’s throat!”

Josiah rolled over onto his side, startled and worried as Oscar kept yelling.

“And don’t compare what I did then, with you, to something like murder! I don’t care what anyone says about an orgasm being a little death or whatever.” Oscar slammed his fist against the wall, punching a hole right through to the insulation. “Fuck!”

Oscar stood there, staring at his hand surrounded by cracked drywall. He looked lost, scared, and so young it broke Josiah’s heart. Almost as much as Oscar’s words had, because Josiah wasn’t stupid. He remembered what the Tavares’ brothers had said about someone killing Albert, and he suspected that was why Oscar had been guarding his thoughts very carefully.

Josiah had known from the first time he’d looked into Oscar’s eyes that the younger man was wounded. He wouldn’t have guessed then that the pain he saw was caused by Oscar having taken someone’s life. What Josiah did know now was, Oscar would never have done so had it not been necessary.

Josiah slid off the bed, ignoring the pain radiating up from his ass and down from his shoulder. He had twinges at his side as well, likely where Oscar had dug those sharp claws in during the frenzy of their mating. “Oscar.”

Oscar slowly pulled his fist free and shook his head. His eyes glistened and Josiah would have given anything to stop the tears from gathering and spilling down Oscar’s cheeks.

“Look what I’ve done.”

Josiah didn’t think Oscar necessarily meant the hole in the wall, which Josiah didn’t give a shit about anyway. It wasn’t like he’d never done the same thing himself. “It’s nothing, Oz. Just a hole to patch, like several I’ve done myself.”

Oscar huffed and swiped at his cheek. He took a couple of raspy breaths and closed his eyes, his head tipped down as if he were gathering himself for something.

“It’s really all right,” Josiah continued as he tried to feel Oscar out with their mental link. All he was getting there was a great big nothing. “Once, when Bobby and I were fighting over some stupid thing or another, I slammed him against our bedroom wall. If he hadn’t ended up hitting right where Mom and Dad’s dresser was on the other side, we’d have made a hole clean through.” Of course, it’d been a case of retaliation on his part. Bobby had tossed Josiah out their bedroom window the week before. At the time Josiah had been a little smaller and not as aggressive. But he’d learned quickly.

“You were kids.”

“We were nineteen and twenty-two,” Josiah clarified. “I was your age, and I have put my fist through more than one wall in the years since.”

Oscar slumped, his entire body drooping. He propped a forearm on the wall and leaned against it. “Not the wall, Josiah. I’m sorry about it, though. But at least it can be fixed. I can’t fix what I’ve done, and I don’t think I can be fixed. I’m… I’m messed up in here.” Oscar touched his temple. “I’ve always been, I think.”

Josiah moved closer and gently placed his hand on Oscar’s hip. “Why would you think that?” He was genuinely confused. Maybe, if Oscar had indeed killed someone, that might make him think he was messed up, but he was saying
always.
“You’re an incredible man. Intelligent, loyal, handsome, quick—”

“A freak,” Oscar interrupted as he spun around and jerked back from Josiah. The desperate look in his eyes begged for Josiah to counter his claim. “A pussy who deserved to be pushed around and groped in the bathrooms. Left naked in the locker room. To be held down and have Richie Burrows try to shove his dick in my mouth—”

Josiah couldn’t have held back the howl if he’d tried, which he didn’t. Every instance Oscar had spoken of was presented with a rapid-fire flash of an image of Oscar, younger and terrified, angry and hurt. Humiliated. “I’ll find the fucker and—” Josiah stopped short of saying ‘kill him’, realising it might well cause Oscar more upset. “I’ll kick his ass until his nose bleeds, let him see what it’s like to have someone bigger and stronger and meaner than him take his sorry ass on.”