Coaxing His Skittish Lynx

by Charlie Richards

  Licking his lips, Roland swallowed hard enough to make his Adam’s apple bob. “Y-you don’t mind touching my…my—” Roland glanced down at his groin.

  It took a second for Tobias to understand to what he referred, but then he smiled, hoping he appeared reassuring. “I love every part of you,” he assured. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

  His brows shooting up, Roland appeared unconvinced.

  Tobias knew his mate saw himself as less than and he hoped someday his sweet shifter would believe him. In the meantime, he planned to give Roland as much attention and pleasure as possible.

  With that thought in mind, he popped the cap on the lube and drizzled a liberal amount onto the fingers of his right hand. He reached down and place one wet digit against Roland’s star, massaging the opening. Pressing gently, he carefully dipped the tip of his digit into Roland’s ass.

  “Oh!”

  At Roland’s gasp, Tobias looked up and searched his mate’s face. He growled in pleasure at the shifter’s heavy-lidded look. Smiling, he slid his finger in a bit further while pitching forward and resting his other hand on the bed. Tobias settled his mouth over Roland’s lips.

  Tobias kept half his concentration on stretching his mate as he thrust his tongue into Roland’s mouth. Wrapping his long tongue around Roland’s appendage, he stroked that muscle while massaging his mate’s chute-muscles.

  When Roland whimpered and moaned into his mouth, Tobias reveled in the sounds his mate made. He increased his efforts, licking and petting his mate’s tongue, teeth, and gums. He slid a second finger into Roland’s channel beside the first, then crooked his fingers and rubbed over his prostate.

  Roland grunted and groaned and Tobias drank the sounds down. He loved that he could cause his mate such pleasure. Roland started rocking his hips in time with Tobias’ finger thrusts, meeting him, his body unconsciously begging for more.

  Tobias didn’t make his mate beg. He slid a third finger into his lover, stretching him wider, preparing him for Tobias’ thick cock. Tobias could hardly wait to bury his throbbing shaft inside his mate again. His dick bobbed and jerked—seeming to dance in time with the noises his mate fed him—jutting straight out from his groin.

  Needing some friction, Tobias pressed his body closer. He grunted when he felt the wet head of his dick slide across Roland’s inner thigh.

  Turning his head, breaking the kiss, Roland gasped. “Now. I feel you against my leg. I want you in me now. Please.”

  His mate practically hissed the words and Tobias couldn’t deny him. He eased his fingers out of his lover’s ass, then gripped his shaft with that same hand and gave himself a quick stroke, spreading the leftover lube. Guiding his cock to his mate’s stretched and lubed hole, Tobias returned his focus to Roland’s gaze.

  Tobias discovered Roland looking down, watching his hand where he held himself against Roland’s star. Watching Roland as his mate watched him, Tobias slowly, insistently, thrust forward.

  Roland gasped. His eyes widened, but his pupils dilated, expressing pleasure instead of pain. Tobias thrust slowly, forward and back, sinking more and more into his mate.

  Licking his lips, Roland panted and lifted a hand.

  Still moving, Tobias watched as his lover reached down. When Roland tentatively touched where they connected, his fingertips sliding along Tobias’ dick as well as Roland’s own stretched muscle, it was Tobias’ turn to shudder. The look of wonder on his mate’s face combined with his sensual touch almost shoved Tobias over the edge.

  Tobias grabbed Roland’s wrist gently in his still partially slicked hand, drawing his mate’s hand away from him. Roland’s gaze snapped to his, giving him a questioning look. Smiling, he winked as he admitted, “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come, which will completely ruin my plans.”

  A shockingly smug smile crossed Roland’s pretty features. “We certainly wouldn’t want that.”

  “No. Definitely not,” Tobias rumbled, fighting down his chuckle. “Let’s go take a walk.”

  Without preamble, Tobias slid his arms around Roland, held him tight, and heaved them both upright. Roland slid his arms around Tobias’ neck, canted his hips, and wrapped his legs tightly around his hips. Tobias grunted as his cock slid the rest of the way into his mate.

  Roland moaned and wriggled a bit in his arms.

  Tobias growled his approval as his mate’s rectum muscles massaged his cock. “So good.”

  “Yeah,” Roland responded breathlessly.

  Moving across the floor, Tobias headed to the balcony’s French doors, threw them open, and headed outside. He hefted Roland a bit higher on his hips, securing him in place with one arm around him just under his shoulder blades. With his right arm under Roland’s ass, he slipped his hand into the slash he’d made in the crotch of Roland’s sweats, giving him a better grip.

  Tobias stepped on a chair, then the balcony edge, spread his wings, and took off. Roland squeaked and clung to him tighter. Blood singing through his veins, Tobias felt almost intoxicated with the heady feeling of having his cock in his mate’s ass as he soared through the air.

  Tobias flew slowly across the yard. Tilting the angle of his wing-beats, Tobias steadied them in the air just above the treetops. From this vantage point, he could see the expanse of the large garden labyrinth below them.

  “Take a look around, Ro,” he urged. “See the world from above.”

  Chapter Ten

  Roland groaned and shuddered. He felt Tobias begin to slowly rock his hips, keeping in time with the gentle rise and fall caused by his lover’s wing beats. His gargoyle’s dick slid in and out of his chute just a bit, massaging his prostate just right.

  Gathering his courage, Roland lifted his head from where he’d tucked his face against the crook of Tobias’ neck. He tipped his head back and stared into his lover’s face for several seconds. The affection and feral pleasure etched across his features—all directed at him—took Roland’s breath away.

  “Tobias,” Roland whispered.

  “Hello, sexy,” he crooned.

  Roland loosened the death-grip he had on Tobias’ back, managing to slide his hand until he cupped the gargoyle’s nape. He struggled to keep his breathing steady as his nerves fought with the exquisite sensations shooting from his rectum to burn through his groin.

  Holding his mate’s gaze, Roland started to move tentatively against him. He gasped when just that bit allowed Tobias’ cock head to rub over his gland even harder. “Tobias,” he gasped.

  Tobias smiled smugly, then jerked his chin to the right. “Check out the view, Ro. I promise we’re not that high and I’d never drop you.”

  “I know you wouldn’t,” Roland quickly reassured.

  Roland had complete faith in his mate…something he hadn’t felt for anyone since before his kidnapping. This gargoyle, though, would always come for him, care for him, treasure him. Tobias hid nothing with his expression, letting Roland see it all. Roland’s heart thundered in his chest for a new reason, echoing the unspoken profession gleaming from his mate’s eyes.

  Panting softly, Roland proved his faith in his mate and slowly peered to the right. He gasped as a grin stretched his lips. He glanced at his lover, seeing the pride on his gargoyle’s face, then returned to looking around the dark yard.

  They hovered just over the treetops, which were about twenty feet tall. That was more than what Roland considered not that high, but since Tobias was a gargoyle, Roland knew his perceptions were a bit different. The nearly full moon illuminated the area with the aid of sporadic outside lights, both lanterns on posts and foot-high walkway lights.

  As Roland looked, Tobias changed his wing-beats and they began to move along the tree line. He saw the garden hedges created a number of walls, while, from his vantage point, he made out a number of trellises with various hanging vines created a variety of others. Although the flowers were mostly closed for the evening, his lynx senses gave him e
xceptional night vision and he spotted a variety of colors peeking from between the edges of the leaves closed around the buds.

  The entire ensemble appeared to be a maze with a number of both large and small fountains and benches interspersed throughout.

  “It’s amazing,” Roland whispered.

  “We’ll explore that together someday,” Tobias told him. He leaned closer and purred throatily into his ear. “We’ll find all the best secret spots to steal an intimate moment.”

  Roland’s breath caught in his throat. The effect of the idea Tobias’ words created in his head—sneaking into a little used lane and finding a secluded park bench and having his mate bend him over and fuck him—combined with how Tobias took that moment to adjust the angle and speed of his hips, nailing his gland straight on.

  Sparks danced through Roland’s body and he barely managed to gasp out, “D-don’t you know the maze?”

  “No,” Tobias replied, his voice going husky and deep. “Goshen, our gardener, changes it every year. He fills in some openings and creates others. It’ll be fun to discover every crack, won’t it?”

  Moaning, Roland nodded. “Y-yeah.” An especially forceful snap of Tobias’ hips caused him to grunt. “G-gonna come.” He tried desperately to hold back, this experience so wonderful and intimate he wanted it to last forever.

  “That’s the idea, my mate,” Tobias rumbled. “After you come, I’m going to lay you down on a park bench and lick all your cum off of you. I’m going to explore your body, discover every spot that makes you groan, moan, and scream, then I’m going to suck your cock and make you come all over again. I’m going to drain you dry.”

  At his mate’s graphic description, Roland had no hope of controlling himself. He moaned as Tobias pegged his gland once more, and that was it. Roland fell headlong into release, spurting his ejaculate between them, his body jerking and twitching in the safety of his mate’s arms.

  Growling, Tobias clutched Roland close.

  Roland reveled in the gentle strokes along his spine, the pleasant vibration of his mate’s trilling, and the massage and release of the hand on his ass. “Tobias,” he mumbled, his senses reeling with bliss. He nuzzled his mate’s neck, mouthing kisses along the tendons. “So good.”

  For a second, Roland felt as though his stomach pitched, then he felt something against his back. He snapped his eyes open—uncertain when he’d closed them—and peered up at his lover. He realized Tobias had landed somewhere in the garden and settled him on the smooth surface of a marble bench. Tobias jacked his hips, thrusting into him over and over. Roland moaned, rocking up to meet his every thrust, more than happy to welcome his mate into his body.

  Looking up at Tobias, seeing his fierce expression, the lines of tension on his mate’s face, Roland grabbed his mate’s jaw and brought him in for a kiss. He thrust his tongue in deep, tasting his lover, matching him thrust for thrust.

  Tobias growled into Roland’s mouth, nipping his tongue. His hips stuttered. Roland felt his lover’s thick shaft swell in his rectum, then Tobias pressed his forehead against Roland’s collarbone as Tobias emptied into him, flooding him with his cum.

  Warmth filled him from the inside out and Roland couldn’t help but smile. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Love how it feels when you fill me. So complete.”

  Groaning, Tobias slowly eased out of him. He grinned down at him. “You and me both, little one.” Once free of Roland’s body, Tobias lowered his head and licked his way into Roland’s mouth.

  Roland was only too happy to open to his lover, welcoming his tongue and sucking on the appendage. Tobias rumbled, a pleased sound, filling Roland with pride that he could please his lover.

  Tobias ended their slow make-out session, then pressed a butterfly kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his chin. He skimmed his lips along Roland’s jaw line as his claws traced each rib. Reaching the skin behind Roland’s ear, Tobias suckled the soft flesh.

  Whimpering, Roland tilted his head, offering more room. Renewed heat fired through his veins. The wet suction seemed to transfer straight to his cock, making his dick thicken and his groin tingle. Roland shifted his hips restlessly and one hand cupped Tobias’ skull, threading through his hair.

  “Mmm,” Tobias hummed.

  The vibration yanked a moan of pleasure from Roland’s throat.

  “Hot spot,” his lover crooned. “Gonna remember that.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Roland mumbled, shifting restlessly. “More.”

  Tobias chuckled. “There are more hot spots to find,” he murmured, skimming his lips down the column of his neck, nipping as he went.

  Roland watched through half-mast eyes as Tobias continued down his collarbone, then down his pec. His breath caught in his throat as he watched Tobias’ progress. A whine escaped his throat when Tobias finally hovered over his nipple.

  Looking up at him, Tobias’ gaze clashed with his own. A grin curved the gargoyle’s thin lips right before he pursed them and blew. Roland gasped as the warm breath caused goose bumps to rise on his chest and his beaded nipple tightened almost painfully. Tobias slowly slid his tongue out and swirled it all around the hardened bud.

  “Aargg!” Roland grunted through clenched teeth. “That hurts but I like it,” he whined, confusion flooding him. “Wh-why? Never liked pain before.”

  “Easy, sexy,” Tobias soothed, rubbing his hips. “Not all pain is bad. It’s just how we’re wired. If your lover uses it the right way, it can make the coming pleasure so much better.”

  Roland frowned, still uncertain, but he trusted his lover. “O-okay.”

  Tobias smiled up at him. “We’ll stick with licking and light pinching for now,” he told him. “Maybe we’ll work up to biting or even getting these pierced.” He winked. “Time will tell.” He pinched Roland’s opposite nipple for emphasis.

  Roland gasped when that sent a sting of unmistakable pleasure zinging down his spine. “Oh!” Yeah, that was so much better.

  Nodding, as if figuring something out, Tobias leaned down and opened his mouth, drawing the nipple he’d blown air over into his mouth. The warm haven surrounding his tight bead felt almost as wonderful as when Tobias had sucked his dick.

  I bet I could come just from this.

  Tobias popped off of his nipple and chuckled. “Have no fear, my mate. I’ll find plenty of ways to make you come.”

  His lover’s gruff words made Roland realize he’d spoken out loud. Instead of being embarrassed, Roland snorted and grinned. “I’ll hold you to that.”

  Winking, Tobias replied, “I look forward to it.” He started licking and nipping across each rib, starting on the outside, working to his sternum, then moving across the other side, only to start all over again on the other side. As he traced each bone, he murmured, “Right now, I’m going to clean your cum off your chest, just like I promised.”

  Roland watched as he did just that. His soft lips caressed his skin, his calloused hands kneaded his nipples, and his warm breath created goose bumps on his skin. Anticipation coiled in Roland’s gut, building his pleasure unlike anything he could have imagined.

  Tobias licked and cleaned Roland’s chest and moved down to his stomach. He released Roland’s nipples, and Roland just managed to keep in his moan of dismay. Then, Tobias eased the elastic band over his bobbing erection, sliding the ruined sweats down and off his legs.

  Staring in wonder, Roland’s heart raced as Tobias licked up the last bit of cum from his sunken abs. He twitched away from his mate’s questing tongue when it delved into the dip of his left hip.

  Chuckling, Tobias peered up his body at him, his eyes smoldering. “Ticklish?”

  “Seems so,” Roland replied breathlessly.

  Tobias hummed and resumed his cleaning.

  Roland’s breathing sped up as Tobias drew closer and closer to his oozing dick. Instead of sucking him down, his mate licked his way around the base and sides of his shaft and Roland almost swallowed his tongue.


  Then, that same talented tongue swiped over his empty sack.

  His entire body erupting in flames, teased beyond endurance, Roland opened his mouth on a silent scream. His body spasmed and his dick erupted, squirting out several more strands of ejaculate as his orgasm swamped him. Cresting on waves of bliss, Roland floated with pleasure.

  Roland smiled loopily at the sound of Tobias’ smug hum and the scrape of his lover’s tongue once more licking up his fluids.

  Seconds later, Tobias’ face appeared above him, smirking down at him. Roland felt the nudge of his lover’s hard cock at his hole. “Ready for one more?” he asked as he pressed insistently and slid his dick back into him.

  Lifting his legs and wrapping them around his lover’s waist, Roland let out a throaty groan. “I don’t think I can,” he admitted. His body already felt like mush, sated and relaxed.

  “You will, my love,” Tobias vowed. “You will.”

  Then, Tobias started a swift thrust and retreat rhythm, repeatedly driving into his body.

  Roland moaned, reveling in his lover’s taking. He didn’t think his softened prick would thicken again, but he sure loved how it felt when his mate took him.

  Tobias leaned close to his ear and growled, “Tasting you, seeing you respond to my touch, drives me wild. I’m so close, Ro, and I insist on taking you with me.”

  Whining, Roland thrashed his head. “C-can’t,” he slurred.

  “You can,” Tobias insisted. Then, his lover opened his mouth, clamped onto his shoulder, and sank his teeth deep.

  Roland orgasmed, screaming Tobias’ name as he did. As his dick jerked and spurted, black spots danced across his vision. The bliss caused by that final orgasm swept him away and his vision dimmed, and Roland realized his mate had been right.

  Tobias had made him come again.

  Chapter Eleven

  Groaning, Roland rolled over in his bed.

  Wait, my bed?

  Easing to a sitting position, Roland looked around. His brows creased. He didn’t recognize his location. Okay, not my bed. He knew he remained in the gargoyle manor, since the room he rested in—while larger—still had a similar layout to his own suite. Still, he didn’t recognize anything.