Love Bites

by S A Clements

  There was a trickle of heat up Ross’ spine and with every thrust, with every suck, it grew more and more intense, until his feathers were fluttering and he could hardly breathe around all the pleasure building up inside him. His entire world compressed down to the sensations of Tau’s mouth around his cock, and orgasm raced through him, up his spine and over his skin. He cried out, high and open, his hips jerking to shove his cock faster and deeper into Tau’s waiting mouth.

  By the time he came down from the pleasure-high and could move again, Tau had already drawn his mouth away. Ross caught his breath, just watching for a little while. They were beautiful, his two lovers. The realization that they really were his, that he could’ve possibly gotten so lucky, was almost as overwhelming as his orgasm had been. He smiled at Lindy over Tau’s head and then wriggled down off the couch.

  He had to shift and fold his wings down tight, but Ross managed to tuck himself down on the floor under Tau’s belly. Tau growled, low and broken, as Lindy thrust into him. Ross knew what that felt like, knew how good it was to be fucked by Lindy. The dildo wasn’t flesh, but that never mattered for more than the first thrust or two, until the twist of her hips drove all thoughts of materials—or anything else—out of his mind. Tau obviously felt the same way.

  Lindy hissed, her sleek, pale body curling over Tau’s back as she came. As she knelt up, she shifted to get the dildo out of her body, and then she used one hand to grip Tau’s hip and the other to grip the dildo, fucking him harder and faster than she had before. Tau growled again, his hips shifting over Ross in his effort to move with Lindy’s thrusts.

  Ross curled one hand around the base of Tau’s cock and angled it down toward his mouth. He only managed one lick over the head before Tau was coming in thick, warm spatters all over his face. He jerked back, gasping in surprise, and another spatter of come landed on his tongue. Ross moaned at the taste, salt-bitter and perfect. He tipped his head up, licking the head of Tau’s cock clean to get the last of the flavor, making Tau shiver with every lick. It felt good to know that he had that kind of power.

  When Lindy pulled the dildo out of his ass, Tau groaned and slumped as if his strings had been cut. Ross wriggled out from beneath him and sat up against the front of the couch, stretching his wings out over the seats a little so he could curl one around Lindy and Tau. Lindy tucked herself up against Ross’ side, her body silky with heat and scales. Tau shifted closer, until he was curled between Ross’ outstretched legs. He snuffled a little, like he was scenting Ross’ skin.

  “Mine,” he purred, licking Ross’ neck and jaw, and up over his cheeks, cleaning away the traces of his own come.

  “Ours,” Lindy hissed, shifting against Ross’ side. He pulled his wing tighter around her, comforting. “Ours,” Tau agreed, his voice a low, soothing purr. His wet, raspy tongue worked over Ross’ face, over his lips and cheeks and forehead. When he was finished, Tau pawed at Ross’ chest with one big hand, nuzzling up under Ross’ chin. Ross wrapped his other wing around himself and Tau, holding Tau as close as he held Lindy.

  It felt good, warm and familiar. Familial, like birds of a feather.

  Tilt-A-Whirl Kisses By Vic Winter

  The first boy she’d ever kissed had been Billy Solomon out behind the Tilt-A-Whirl at the summer fair. She’d been fourteen and innocent and Billy had been six months older than her, and about to leave Blossom Hill to hit the big city and become a rock star. She could remember thinking he was so cool and so brave and, of course, so mature.

  The kiss had been wet and Billy’s tongue had been wiggly and he’d tasted like cherry syrup and blue cotton candy. It took her two years before she let another boy kiss her because, honestly, it was kind of gross.

  Callie set the jonquils in the vase, their bright faces making for a cheery arrangement. She filled in the bouquet in with daisies and green foliage before packaging it up for Jeffrey to deliver to Mrs. Moncton in the hospital. There were, in fact, a half dozen arrangements sitting on the counter, waiting for her delivery man. A glance at the clock-radio in the back confirmed that he was late. It was almost five -- time to stop reminiscing and close the shop.

  Jeffrey came flying in as she collected the keys from her desk and she had to bite her lip to keep from smiling as he began his usual patter of apologies and excuses. “I’m sorry, honey, but it wasn’t my fault this time. And don’t you laugh at me, chickie-boo, it truly wasn’t today. There was such a snarl of traffic on Main Street. The hotel’s got a mob outside of it, everyone just hoping for a glance of that sexy bad boy Buzz Sol.”

  Callie couldn’t help it, her ears perked up at the mention of Buzz Sol. She stroked the order tickets in her pocket as she tried for innocent. “Oh?”

  Rheumy blue eyes twinkled. “Yeah. And I know you know who he is. Used to live around here before he was rich and famous.” “I know who he is, Jeffrey. I was just surprised there was that big a deal being made out of him being back.” Except that she wasn’t. Not really. Billy Solomon might have packed up his things and left Blossom Hill and never looked back, but the town certainly hadn’t forgotten that the bad boy rock star’s roots were right here. “And now I’ve got to finish up so I can go home.” “This not everything?” Jeffrey asked, piling the bouquets on his trolley.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll get the last deliveries.” Three bouquets for one Billy Solomon aka Buzz Sol at the Blossom Hill Hotel.

  “Okay, honey. I’ll see you tomorrow, same bat time, same bat channel.”

  “No, tomorrow you’ll be on time. Four-thirty, not five past five.” She wagged her finger at him, like she did every afternoon.

  “Picky, picky picky.” He gave her a wink and ambled out, the tinkle of the bell covering her laughter.

  *** Callie pushed her way through the crowds in front of Blossom Hill’s only hotel; everything else was either a bed and breakfast or a motel. Johnny Sincopi moved a few folks near the door out of the way and allowed her in through the revolving doors.

  “Thanks, Johnny.” She unobtrusively slid a dollar bill into his hand, though really, for making sure she got through the crowd without getting squished, she probably should have slipped him a five at the very least. There were more people gathered in front of the hotel than there was population in Blossom Hill. She thought a few of them might be paparazzi even.

  “You’re welcome, Mrs. Driver.” She gave him a wave and made her way to the front desk where Virginia Watson held court. The old battleaxe looked more than a little harried, fielding one phone call after another. She shot Callie an apologetic look as yet another call came in on the heels of the first two, her blue-rinse hair piled up high on her head, glasses perched on the end of her nose.

  “I can take these up,” Callie suggested as Virginia growled and hung up the phone. “They’re for Buzz Sol.” “Buzz Sol. Buzz Sol. Buzz Sol. I’ve heard nothing but that name since I came on shift!” The phone began ringing again and Virginia rolled her eyes. “You’d think no one famous had ever shown up in town before.”

  Callie diplomatically refrained from pointing out that any time someone famous was in town, the same thing happened, although this was the first time anyone quite as famous as Buzz had shown up. Instead she made commiserating noises and offered once again to take the flowers up.

  “Oh, that would be great, Callie-dear. It’s the penthouse suite. Don’t tell anyone.” Like there was any other place they’d have put Buzz.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t.” She shifted her hold on the three massive bouquets in her arms, and headed for the elevators. Pressing the up button, she settled in for the wait. Blossom Hill’s only hotel was old, the marble floors and walls had held up beautifully over the years, but the elevators were the slowest known to man. She spent her time waiting watching the crowds outside the door. It was mostly kids -teenagers -- and it made her remember her own teen years and how much she’d been nuts for George Michael.

  The elevator arrived, ready to whisk her up to the penthouse suite and Billy Solomo
n. She stepped in, pressed the button, and leaned against the side of the elevator. She should have grabbed a luggage carousel -- the bouquets were threatening to pull her arms off now that she’d been holding them for awhile. Or she should have made them less enormous. Of course enormous was what had been paid for, so...

  Oh, she was nervous if she was worrying about the size of her... blooms. She was laughing at herself by the time the elevator made it to the “penthouse”. It was the top of the hotel, but at only nine stories, penthouse sounded rather grand for what it really was.

  She knocked on the door with her heel, peeking over the top her bouquets, only to have her mouth drop open when Joshua Driver opened the door. “Josh?” Oh, he looked good, today. He’d had a hair cut, the unruly mop staying nicely in place for a change, and he was wearing his best suit: dark charcoal with a light gray tie. She could just see he jacket hanging over the back of the brown leather couch, and the shirt stretched over his broad shoulders.

  Her husband chuckled, blue eyes twinkling, and opened the door wide. “Hey, Callie. What are you doing here?” “Well, I’d have thought that was obvious.” She nodded at her bouquets, trying not to blush because Josh would know she could have had Jeffrey deliver them and had chosen to come herself instead. “What’s less obvious is what you’re doing here.”

  “I’m on assignment.” Of course. Josh was the local paper’s only full-time reporter. And her husband. And he knew Billy Solomon was the first boy she’d kissed. She’d told him the story one night in bed when Buzz Sol had been on one of the late night talk shows. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of his being here. Especially when she wasn’t exactly sure why she’d come herself.

  Sure Billy’d been the first boy she’d kissed, but the experience had convinced her not to try again for a couple of years. She could still taste the sickly sweet blue sugar... She hadn’t really examined it too closely.

  She and Josh started at each other for a moment and then Billy, or Buzz -- she’d have to find out which he preferred -- cleared his throat. “Who’s at the door, man?” Josh opened it wide and made a sweeping come in gesture. “It’s the florist. Looks like she’s got quite the delivery. From your adoring fans, no doubt.”

  Going in, Callie took it all in. She’d never been in the penthouse suite before and it was rather... well, pretentious, really. Everything was overblown and ornate, done on a grand scale. She thought it looked gaudy instead of classy. Only nine stories high so perhaps the hotel was compensating.

  Sitting like the king of the world in a huge chair with a high back, and gilded in gold, sat Buzz Sol, complete with eyeliner and lip color, wild hair and leather clothes. He lounged in the chair like he owned not just it and the room, but everything else he could think of as well.

  “Just throw those anywhere.” Buzz made a tossing motion with his hand and Callie had to grit her teeth.

  People had paid a lot of money for these bouquets, and she’d put a lot of time into the arrangements. “The hotel has vases. Shall I see if I can find them?”

  Buzz shrugged. “Sure, babe. Whatever.”

  She heard Josh chuckle behind her and it didn’t do anything to alleviate her sudden temper. “I’m not your babe. And don’t you want to even see who the flowers are from?” “Either obsessed fans or my manager and fuck knows I don’t want to encourage either of them.” Buzz winked at her and nodded his head to the right. “There’s a kitchen dealie that way. If there’s vases, I bet that’s where you’ll find them.”

  “I’ll go look,” Josh offered and Callie raised an eyebrow. Something was up. “Three?” he asked, wearing an innocent look on his face that Callie totally didn’t believe.

  “Sure. Though I can fit them into one or two if I have to.” She watched him go before turning back to Buzz. And catching him checking out Josh’s ass. Not just looking, but checking it out. Buzz Sol aka Billy Solomon was frankly, and appreciatively, checking out her husband’s ass.

  Buzz’s eyes met hers, but instead of blushing or looking in the least bit repentant, he licked his lips and gave her a wink. Callie managed to hide her shock behind her flowers, but she was caught now in the wicked look in Buzz’s eyes. It was more mature now, and Buzz pulled it off better, but Billy had worn that same look when he’d taken her behind the Tilt-A-Whirl and kissed her.

  The silence stretched between them and she searched for a topic of conversation. “So, you’re giving Josh an interview?” “You could say that.” Oh, she could, could she? “That’s nice of you -- I didn’t think you gave local papers interviews.” Buzz Sol barely gave anyone interviews at all and it was always a big splash when he did.

  Buzz shrugged one slender shoulder. “I like being unpredictable. And this is, after all, my hometown, Callie Hillerton.”

  “You do remember me!” Even if she was Callie Driver now.

  “You think I’d forget our kiss?”

  “Well, it’s not like it was a particularly good kiss.” Buzz hooted and Callie felt herself blush a little. “I mean, we were both so young and your mouth was blue...”

  “I think you should give me another try. You’ll find I’m a much better kisser now.”

  “I’m afraid I’m married, Billy.” She held out her left hand as well as she could, showing off the beautiful rings Josh had made for her. “I’m married to Josh, actually.” There, she’d told him.

  “I know.” Buzz grinned, eyes flicking over to where Josh was coming out of the kitchen with a single vase half filled with water in his hand. Buzz’s eyes met hers again, a challenge in them.

  Josh waved the big mouthed vase in a vague gesture. “This was all I could find.”

  “It’ll do.” How she managed not to squeak she didn’t know -- Buzz had her off-kilter. If there had been a Tilt-A-Whirl nearby, she just might have let him drag her behind it again. She put the flowers down on the coffee table and took the vase from Josh, making short work of shoving the three large bouquets into the single vessel. She didn’t even bother trying to sort them out into something artistic; she wasn’t sure Buzz would have appreciated it and frankly, her mind just wasn’t on it.

  When she was done, she turned to find both Buzz and Josh watching her, Buzz still looking wicked, Josh merely looking hot. She crossed her arms over her breasts and pursed her lips. “All right. One of you is going to tell me what’s going on here.”

  Buzz laughed and didn’t say a word, but that was all right, because Callie had been married to Josh for five years – she knew how to make him talk. Her husband swallowed.

  She shot him her best ‘don’t you mess with me, buster’ look. “Well?” Josh squirmed in his chair. Buzz laughed harder, his bad boy sprawl sexy. It made her think things a happily married woman probably shouldn’t be thinking. But neither of them told her what she wanted to know.

  Callie finally rolled her eyes and brushed green bits from the bouquets off her blouse. Men. “Well, if you’re both going to just sit there, I guess I should go. I’ve made my delivery, after all.”

  Buzz pouted at her. “I thought you were going to give me another chance.”

  “Another chance?”

  “At a kiss. My mouth isn’t blue this time.” He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, wagging it at her. Her own mouth dropped open. Josh was sitting right there. What on earth made Buzz think she was going to kiss him in front of her husband? And why was she so tempted to go ahead and do it anyway? “I told you I was married.”

  “You did.”

  “To Josh.”

  “Yep.”

  “Josh Driver.”

  Buzz nodded.

  “Who’s sitting right next to you.”

  Buzz finally turned from her to Josh. “You think she hit her head or something, man? Or is she always Queen of the Obvious?”

  Josh shook his head. “You just have her all flustered. You were the first boy she kissed, after all.”

  “Josh!” She was going to torture him when she got him home. Tie him to the bed and pluck h
is eyebrows out one hair at a time or something. She’d figure it out.

  “Yes, dear?”

  “Shut up.”

  Her husband grinned that boyish, up to no good but a lot of fun, grin at her. “Okay. But you really should, you know.”

  “I should what?” Damn it, Buzz did have her flustered. She hated feeling out of control. “Give Buzz a chance to leave a different impression on you. I bet he’s a much better kisser now than he used to be.”

  She put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. “Joshua Driver have you been drinking? I am not going to kiss Buzz Sol or Billy Solomon or anyone but you!”

  Both Josh and Buzz sighed, but it was her husband who spoke. “That’s too bad, you’d look hot together.”

  Callie felt like she’d stepped through the looking glass; Alice had nothing on her. And then she knew she had when Josh leaned forward and said, very earnestly. “Billy Solomon was the first boy I ever kissed, too, only it wasn’t terrible and I very much want to do it again now.” He paused softly. “Unless my wife objects.”

  Her mouth went dry at the thought of Josh and Billy kissing behind the Tilt-A-Whirl, the music swirling dizzyingly around them, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy mixing with diesel fumes and the underlying earthy sweetness of hay and manure. Billy would have been more aggressive with Josh because he was a boy and maybe Josh’s back would have been pressed up against the big cage that contained the engine...

  “Do you?”

  “Do I... Do I what?”

  “Object.” Josh’s blue eyes held hers until she blinked and really looked into them and realized this wasn’t a dream or a hallucination and Josh really did want to kiss Buzz Sol.

  No. That wasn’t it. Josh didn’t want to kiss Buzz Sol; he wanted to kiss Buzz Sol while she watched.

  Heat bloomed in her belly and rushed downward, making her tingle, making her damp. “I. No.” No, she didn’t object at all.