Leopard's Spots 2: Oscar (21 page)

Josiah laughed and hugged Oscar to him, finally without holding back. Almost a month after his fight with Cole Tavares and Oscar was healed, nothing but scars left behind. Most of those were physical, though he knew he’d see Cole’s head blowing all over the place for a long time. Or maybe not, because the truth was Oscar was fucking thrilled the guy was dead.

“Me too,” Josiah said, “to all of it. The whole head thing was traumatic to say the least.”

“More traumatic for Cole,” Oscar snorted. He really had to bite his tongue to keep from making more jokes, but that was part of how he dealt with stress. That, and his ball of yarn.

“And fucking me, which you’re going to do right out here on our lovely porch.” Josiah batted his lashes and it was such a silly move from the man that Oscar burst out laughing.

“Not if you keep doing that I won’t,” Oscar threatened. “It about killed my semi.” He took Josiah’s hand and placed it over his dick. “Maybe if you suck it, I’ll get hard enough to fuck you for a good while.”

“Consider it done.” Josiah slid to his knees on the wooden porch and started unfastening Oscar’s pants.

“Beautiful sunset,” Oscar pointed out, trying to distract himself from the pleasure to come. He was kind of addicted to Josiah’s blowjobs. The man could suck a coconut through a straw, the chrome off a bumper—all those lines, Josiah put them to shame. Oscar lifted his hips so Josiah could slide his jeans down. “No comment about the sunset? Okay, back to the Tavares brothers. I am trying to tell myself it’s a good thing Devon didn’t die.” He was joking, mostly, but Devon really had been a pain in the ass, especially when he was hurt. Devon had whined, and Chris and Clark had jumped, and the two from the rest area had to be kept locked in a room because they were just fucking crazy. Devon swore he could help them. Maybe he could. Oscar really hoped so because if not, who knew what would happen.

Josiah nipped Oscar’s dick just enough to make him gasp. He smirked up at Oscar. “I’ve got something better than the sunset to look at, and if you insist on making jokes and talking about those people, I will have to simply make you incapable of talking.”

Josiah did just that, opening his mouth and sucking down half of Oscar’s dick. At the same time he pressed his palm to Oscar’s balls, and Oscar couldn’t even gasp. Josiah hummed and sucked, sealing his lips tight, and the exquisite pressure, along with the tease of his tongue, had Oscar hovering close to the edge in minutes.

He thrust up a few more times anyway, knowing Josiah wouldn’t let him come, not if Jo wanted to get fucked soon. Sure enough, Josiah pinched Oscar’s balls, and it hurt, and felt good, but it hurt more, otherwise he’d have sprayed spunk all over the place.

Oscar pushed his dick in as far as he could and held Josiah’s head still, a new kink he and Josiah both had. After Josiah had swallowed several times, and after as many seconds as they’d agreed upon, Oscar let go and Josiah bobbed up, inhaling eagerly through his nose.

“Enough, Jo, I need to fuck you.” Oscar pushed at Josiah’s chin to encourage him to stop sucking, because Oscar could only hold out for so long. “Unless you’d rather wait until I can get it up again.”

Josiah left off his dick with a slurp. “How do you want me?”

Oscar grinned. “Bend over the porch railing and grab your ankles, to start.”

“Kinky,” Josiah murmured. “I like it. Lube’s in my jeans pocket, if you want to use it.”

“I do.” Sometimes they didn’t, each needing the burn and stretch that could linger for days. “I don’t want your ass too sore for another round later tonight. And in the middle of the night. And in the morning—nah, you can fuck me in the morning.” Oscar got up and watched appreciatively as Josiah stripped off his clothes.

Josiah sauntered to the railing and looked over his shoulder at Oscar. “Make me feel it.”

Oscar was almost insulted, considering he had a good-sized dick.

“Oh you know what I mean,” Josiah said. He leaned over the rail and grabbed his ankles.
“Better hurry if you want me like this. I’m not as flexible as I thought I was.”

Oscar didn’t waste any time, grabbing the lube before stepping behind Josiah and pouring the viscous stuff right into his crack. He rubbed it around Josiah’s hole before he lined up two fingers and pushed them in.

“Yes,” Josiah hissed, “fuck me like that. Come on, Oz, pump them harder!”

“Bossy,” Oscar said. He slapped Josiah’s butt and twisted his wrist until he had his fingers in as deep as they’d go, then he started finger-fucking Josiah. “You need another one, Jo? I know how much you love being filled. Someday I’m gonna put my whole hand in here.” He inserted a third finger as he said it, and Josiah let go of his ankles to hold onto the rail so he could push back.

“You’ve said that before,” Josiah panted, “want you to do it.”

“I will,” Oscar promised, already imagining the way Josiah’s ass would open for him, hold his hand in the warmth of his silky walls. “Soon, Jo. Fucking soon.” Oscar thought about pushing a fourth finger in, but his cock was leaking pre-cum and he needed to feel Josiah coming apart around him.

“Hold on,” he warned, and Josiah, wise man that he was, grabbed the railing at his sides. Oscar gripped his cock and rutted against Josiah’s crack for a few seconds, but only a few. The whole fisting conversation had got him too horny to play much. He spread Josiah’s ass and slapped Josiah’s hole with his cockhead. “Feel me, Jo. Feel how hard you made me.”

“I do, and I love it. Give me more.”

Oscar thrust all the way home in one hard stroke.

“Ahh!” Josiah shouted and his sweet ass gripped Oscar’s cock like the smoothest glove. “Oscar, fuck, move!”

Oscar smacked Josiah ass, once, twice, and a third time when Josiah asked for it. “
Never let it be said I’m not a generous lover.
“

“Uhn!”

Oh, Oscar loved fucking or sucking Josiah into incoherence. He thrust hard and harder still, slapping the same spot to keep it bright red. Oscar bent his knees and pummelled upwards, the angle keeping his cock from rubbing Josiah’s prostate. It was a trick Jo had taught him, to keep them both going longer, but Oscar wasn’t going to make it last for very long this time. He’d had to hold back for a month! Gentle fucking had its place, but damn, he’d needed this and so had Josiah.

Oscar straightened his legs and leaned over Josiah. He couldn’t reach the place he’d marked, so he’d have to improvise, because he was definitely biting Josiah. The changed angle brought his cock and Josiah’s prostate together, and Josiah shouted and squirmed, writhed and bucked beneath him.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Oscar had to pant the words out, he was fucking his mate so hard. Josiah didn’t even answer, just keened and let go with one hand to reach beneath him. “Yeah, beat off while I’m pounding your ass.”

Oscar reached around and raked at Josiah’s nipple.

“Fuck!” Josiah roared, finally forming a real word.

Oscar grinned and struck, biting Josiah’s back beside his shoulder blade. Oscar didn’t bite as hard as he had when he’d claimed Josiah because it wasn’t a good spot for it, but he did break the skin and taste the coppery tang of Josiah’s blood.

Josiah came apart as beautifully as Oscar had known he would. It pulled Oscar’s orgasm right out of his dick, spilling it into Josiah’s welcoming ass. Oscar shuddered and moaned as he climaxed in what seemed to be an endless wave of pleasure.

Afterwards Oscar and Josiah slid to the porch floor together and curled up there, watching as the last rays of the sun faded and darkness claimed the sky.

The peace he felt wasn’t new, but Oscar treasured it just as he did the man in his arms. He nuzzled the slick skin below Josiah’s ear, soaking in his scent, his flavour.

“Love you, Oz,” Josiah said, his breath barely a sound and all the more powerful for it. “You’re everything to me.”

Oscar’s heart soared and his eyes burned as joy suffused his soul. He snuggled closer to Josiah and revelled in the way they fit so perfectly together. “I love you too, Jo.” And he would spend the rest of his life making sure Josiah never had cause to doubt it.

Coming Soon from Total-E-Bound Publishing:

Bailey Bradford

Released 14
th
May 2012

Excerpt

Chapter One

Some people were vivacious, full of energy and fairly bouncing with it. They had an inner glow, the kind you could see in their eyes, in the mischievous curve of their smile. You just knew they’d be a lot of fun to hang out with, and usually, they were—but they could also get on your very last nerve and make you want to throttle them.

Tim Trujillo was experiencing just such an urge towards his best friend Dane Calderon—
Dr
Dane Calderon, not that anyone would guess the man held a PhD in Zoology. In fact, with his short stature and youthful features, no one would think Dane had graduated from high school yet. He sure didn’t act like it.

“…I still can’t believe we’re really here!” Dane rose up onto his toes and put a hand to his forehead, shading his eyes as he looked around. “I have to say, I thought Mongolia was all, I dunno, like it was in
Mulan
.” Dane stopped and frowned at Tim. “Wait. Was the movie set in Mongolia, or were the invaders Mongolian?”

Tim was
not
one of those effervescent people on the best of days. Added to that, he was utterly exhausted from flying halfway around the world then riding in the shittiest vehicle ever—although it was much better than walking or riding a horse, thank you very much—he was definitely not a chatty man.

What he was, was a mix of man and feline, a snow leopard shifter who had to keep his dual nature hidden from most people. He apparently hadn’t got the playful kitty gene some of his shifter relatives had, either. Bubbly wasn’t a word that would ever be used to describe Tim Trujillo.

Or perky, or particularly mild-mannered. If it’d been anyone besides Dane blathering on about a cartoon, Tim probably would have told them to get their head out of their ass and get a life.

But it was Dane, and Tim never could stand to see the guy unhappy. Dane had perfected the hurt puppy look and even Tim, grumpy as he could be, wasn’t immune to it. He didn’t like it knowing he was so easily manipulated though, so Tim just grunted and shrugged.

Dane huffed and smacked his arm. “Right, I should have known. You probably never even saw the movie, did you?”

Tim racked his brain until he found a tendril of memory, a hint of the movie plot he’d seen or heard about somewhere or another. Probably he’d overheard parts of the movie when one of his siblings watched it because Tim just wasn’t into stuff like that. “Why would I? It was a cartoon.”

Dane scrunched his features into a horrified expression and clucked his tongue. “Oh, Tim, what a sad, sad childhood you must have had. I can just see you now, holed up in your bedroom, posters of Einstein and Jack Hanna all over the walls, hunched over at your desk with your nose in some thousand-page text book. Poor kid.”

It irked him because Dane wasn’t too far off base. Tim glared at his friend, who remained unfazed about pissing Tim off. “No Einstein, he was creepy looking. Jack Hanna was kind of hot, though.” Honestly, Tim still thought the man was cuddly-cute. Not that he’d admit so even if his life depended on it.

“And I liked it in my room. It was the only place I could escape my brother and sisters.” As the oldest of four kids, it’d seemed to Tim there was always a sibling wanting to follow him around. Usually he hadn’t minded, but it’d sucked when he had wanted to read or have any kind of alone-time.

Dane sighed wistfully and resumed looking around. “I wish I’d had a brother or a sister.”

“I can lend you Isaiah or Renna or Stephanie any time you want to borrow them—when we’re back in the US,” Tim tacked on. No way would he want to hear his sibs whining about being in the middle of bumfuck nowhere for weeks.

“Right. I might take you up on the sibling borrowing sometime.” Dane stretched up onto his tip toes again and gave a low whistle. “Mmm-mm, sex on a stick at three o’clock. Damn!”

Despite his snarky mood, Tim wasn’t going to miss the opportunity for eye candy if he could help it. He seriously doubted he’d be getting any action in Mongolia, as there were no gay nightclubs, no cruising, no anything in the way of finding a potential hook up in the town they were in. Or anywhere he knew of, from what he’d read online. Mongolia was not a hotbed of sexual delights for anyone as far as he could tell.

Which was part of the reason Tim would try not to be as obvious as Dane, who was practically panting. Then he spotted the guy Dane had to be talking about, a tall, thickly muscled man with short dark hair and golden skin. Dark sunglasses covered the man’s eyes but that only served to emphasise his full, dark pink lips and slightly crooked nose, but it worked well on his face with those blade-sharp cheekbones and the square chin.

“God, I want him to fuck me,” Dane muttered. He made a whimpering sound, one Tim had heard before, back when he’d been the one to drive Dane to arousal. Back before they’d figured out they’d kill each other if they didn’t keep their relationship on the friends-only level. They simply squabbled too much to be happy together, and frankly, Tim hadn’t been particularly blown away by the sex. “Damn. I can’t tell if he’s gay or straight.”

Tim kept his groaning to an internal level. Dane and his much-vaunted gaydar weren’t very accurate. One of these days, its inaccuracy was going to get Dane hurt. “Well, I’m not going to go up and ask him for you, so don’t even try to nag me into doing it. Last time I did”—the only time he’d done it since Tim learned fast—“I nearly got my head knocked off my neck. And the guy over there looks like he could drop me without breaking a sweat.” Tim would love it, too, if it didn’t hurt much. The big stranger looked like just the sort of man Tim wanted to feel pinning him down and fucking him senseless.