Sullivan (Leopard's Spots 7) (13 page)

“Good. I’m glad you haven’t been exposed to the violence that can be necessary in the shifter world, and I’m equally glad that you understand it.” Bobby took a deep breath, blew it out slowly as he pressed against Sully. Then he let himself fall into those pretty green and gold eyes. “Now will you take me home and love on me?” Sully’s mouth curved in a scintillating smile. “Oh yeah, I can definitely do that.” Bobby almost sagged in his arms. He wanted this night with Sully, and tomorrow, he’d tear the town apart if he had to. He wouldn’t stop until he brought justice to Mando’s attacker.

Bobby seemed nervous to Sully, but Sully didn’t ask him why that was so. As they pulled into Bobby’s driveway, Sully having taken a cab to the club earlier, he couldn’t help but notice the way Bobby tensed up, his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel.

The scent of his arousal grew stronger, too, so Sully decided to wait and see what happened. They’d talked very little on the way over, and only about mundane things—

Sully’s class schedule, his impression of his professors, which ones he thought would be easy on grading and so on—but they hadn’t talked about Bobby.

That was okay. Sully was going to know every little detail about the man. It might take a lifetime or more, but he’d do it.

“It’s not the fanciest place ever, but it’s home,” Bobby murmured as he shut off the car.

Sully had expected to ride on the motorcycle. He’d been shocked to discover that Bobby drove an old beater truck. “Me and Josiah did some damage to this place, let me tell you.

We’d get in some fights, and one of us would be knocked through a wall, or a window…or whatever surface got in the way. But you know, we always had each other’s back when we weren’t going for one another’s throats.” Bobby laughed, and the warm affection in his tone made Sully miss his sometimes obnoxious brother.

“I have a little brother, too, and he can be such a pest. I used to couldn’t wait to get away from him, but now I miss the little shit.”

Bobby patted his thigh before he unbuckled both of their seatbelts. “Yup. With Josiah in Colorado, all mated to your cousin, I don’t have anyone to give me any shit like a brother can. Everyone’s too scared of pissing off their future alpha, except Paava. He’ll poke at me until I snarl, but I can’t throw his ass through a wall.” Sully got out at the same time Bobby did. He might have slammed his door a little harder than he’d meant to. “Paava, huh? You two are close, I take it.” Bobby coughed then busted out laughing. “Aw, man, it’s the whole possessive shit, ain’t it?”

Sully loved that Texas twang that came out when Bobby was so unguarded. He forgot about being irritated over some guy who would never have Bobby. “Hey, it’s instinctive.

You’d get all growly too if I had any friends for you to get growly about.” Bobby quit laughing and cocked his head as he looked at Sully. “You have friends back in Colorado, don’t ya?”

Sully told himself he was not a total loser. “Not really, no. I always kept to myself. We lived outside of a small town, and were kind of outsiders no matter what. Being gay didn’t make me more inclined to get friendly with people, especially since I didn’t want to screw up and blurt out that I’m a shifter, too. I just found it easier to hang back, I guess.” He peeked at Bobby and sighed. “Don’t look all sorry for me. I have a great family, and I wasn’t lonely, really. No one bullied me or anything, I was just…reserved, I guess, or maybe a late bloomer.”

Bobby sauntered over to him, waving off bugs drawn to the bright light illuminating his driveway. “God, I frickin’ hate flying bugs,” Bobby groused. He grabbed Sully’s hand and, with a grin so sexy it just about stopped Sully’s heart, Bobby turned and took off, Sully having to run to keep up with him, especially since Bobby had a hold of him.

After about a half dozen steps, Sully realised he had longer legs and longer strides than Bobby, and Bobby didn’t seem to be trying to outrun him. He added a little more speed and swooped low enough to hoist Bobby onto his shoulder. It was tricky, because Bobby didn’t make it easy, squirming and laughing and even swatting at him. But Sully had his mate in a fireman’s carry and swatted his ass a few times until Bobby stopped trying to trip him up.

The hard ridge of Bobby’s erection was branding Sully where it touched him through their clothes. Sully got out of the worst of the light then stopped and got a good hold on Bobby’s ass. He pushed his fingers into Bobby’s crease, finding the hot centre of his body and rubbing over it as Bobby began to pant.

Sully’s intentions of licking every inch of Bobby’s body were looking less and less likely. Bobby clutched at Sully’s butt and even pushed a hand down the seat of his pants.

Sully had taken a cue from Bobby and skipped the underwear, so the feel of Bobby’s hand on his bare ass sent tingles of need throughout Sully.

“Fuzzy,” he heard Bobby say right before Bobby pulled on some of that fuzz.

“Hey! That’s a great way to get dropped on your head,” Sully warned, not that he’d drop Bobby. He spanked Bobby for added emphasis. “Be nice.”

“Oh, I’m bein’ very nice,” Bobby purred. He pushed his hand down further and teased Sully’s hole. “You gonna let me in here tonight?”

“Yeah,” Sully rasped, “Jesus, stop or I’m seriously gonna fall over.” His body was racing hot and cold, fear and need and anticipation all tangling together.

“Put me down, honey,” Bobby said, and Sully wiggled until Bobby’s hand was almost out of his jeans.

“No way. I’ve got you and I’m gonna get you inside and drive you crazy,” Sully informed him. He squeezed Bobby’s butt cheek hard, hoping it left marks. He planned on leaving marks all over that gorgeous body.

“Keys,” Bobby gasped as Sully jostled him.

Sully grumbled but put Bobby down.

Bobby’s feet hit the ground then left it again as he tackled Sully. Unprepared for the attack, Sully flopped backwards, landing on a hedge of some sort before ending up on the grass, Bobby straddling his hips.

“I—” was as far as Sully got before Bobby crushed his mouth to Sully’s. Instantly Sully wrapped his arms around Bobby and he pulled him down, wanting to feel Bobby’s weight on him.

Bobby ate at his mouth, biting and sucking while expertly twining his tongue with Sully’s. Sully ran his hands down until he could grip the firm mounds of Bobby’s ass, then he held on as if he’d never let go.

Bobby moaned into the kiss and began to move, rubbing his erection against Sully’s. It felt wonderful, better than anything Sully had experienced with his own hand, but it wasn’t what he wanted. He tightened his hold even more and forced Bobby to still his gyrations.

Sully rumbled his approval then he heaved, rolling them over so that he was on top.

He nosed down Bobby’s jawline, leaving stinging bites until he reached Bobby’s neck.

There he sucked until Bobby whined and wrapped those strong, lean legs around him. Sully raised up enough to look in Bobby’s eyes, then he grabbed the godawful turtleneck and ripped it, his nails turned to claws as his desire for his mate increased.

Bobby sucked in a sharp breath, and his cock grew harder beneath Sully’s weight. Sully pushed the edges of the shirt apart, exposing Bobby’s neck and chest, his ripped abs.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathed, “like the ultimate playground for me.”

“Huh.” Bobby flexed for him, bouncing his pecs and beaming. “Play as much as you want, but if you take too long, I’m gonna roll you over and ride you until you scream.”

“You need to be kept breathless,” Sully warned right before he swooped down and bit one taut nipple. He pinched the other with one of his hands, while using his other hand to cup Bobby’s neck, encouraging Bobby to stretch it out for him.

Bobby clawed at the ground, then he held onto Sully’s biceps and wailed as Sully really went after his tits. Sully wanted those nubs raw and puffy, so sensitive Bobby would shiver just from his breath on them.

To that end he kept at them, swapping between mouth and fingers, teeth and claws.

Bobby shook and whined for him, and those little peaks grew hot, just like Sully had wanted them to be. He darted up and nipped the spot where he’d marked Bobby at the club. Bobby keened and the scent of his cum startled Sully. He hadn’t known Bobby was so close.

“Fuck,” Bobby drew out a few moments later. “Wasn’t expectin’ that at all.” Sully grinned at that twang and felt a bit of relief. He hadn’t been obtuse about his mate’s needs. Bobby hadn’t been working up to a climax, it’d slammed into him.

“You really like having your tits played with,” he said, breathing the words over one sensitised nub.

“Didn’t know that before you,” Bobby told him. “And that ain’t playin’. It hurts, and I like it.”

“It’s playin’, because we both enjoy it,” Sully corrected, picking up on Bobby’s accent unthinkingly. He snickered when he realised he sounded awfully Texan, which wouldn’t be popular back in Colorado. There was a bit of competitiveness between the natives of the two states. Sully could really care less about that, though. He had better, more intriguing things to do.

“I’m gonna lick you clean.” He wanted to taste Bobby’s cum, now.

“Inside—” Bobby started but Sully flattened a hand on his chest when Bobby started to rise.

“No, now.” Sully gave Bobby a second for that to sink in, then he scooted down until he was straddling Bobby’s knees. He kept his weight off them while he unfastened Bobby’s jeans. Bobby’s cock was still semi-hard, and Sully wedged a hand between it and Bobby’s zipper to keep from damaging that beautiful shaft.

“Oh, hell, honey, just feeling you touch me, even like that, it’s about to drive me crazy.” Sully inhaled the pungent scent of Bobby’s spunk, and his own cock spurted a bit of pre-cum. He got Bobby’s jeans out of the way and marveled at the thick column of his cock, the fuzzy thatch of pubes and the heavy, big balls.

Then he bent and sucked the tip of Bobby’s cock right into his mouth. Bobby huffed and Sully moaned, closing his eyes at the taste of Bobby. He flicked his tongue over Bobby’s slit, tried to plunge in that little hole to get more of the succulent flavour. Sully hefted Bobby’s sac in one hand, rolling his balls gently first before tugging on them.

Bobby’s shout didn’t sound like one caused by pain, and his cock wasn’t softening up at all. Sully sucked stronger, slurping down more of Bobby’s pole. He went too far and gagged, and humiliation tried to overtake lust but lost as Bobby soothed him with wordless grunts of encouragement. Bobby twisted beneath him and Sully tried again, wanting Bobby’s cock as deep in him as he could get it. He pushed up on Bobby’s nuts, then rolled them in his palm while he tongued a vein running down Bobby’s length.

“Please,” Bobby began saying, his thighs quivering as his balls drew tight and hard. “I need you, honey. Please.”

Sully wanted to hear Bobby beg, but he wasn’t ready to capitulate yet. There was so much more he wanted to do. Sully pulled off Bobby’s cock with as lewd a slurp as he’d ever heard in any porno, then he rocked back on his heels and held out a hand to Bobby. “Inside, so I can drive you insane like I promised.”

“Ya already are. Just remember, I get a turn, too, and the things I’m gonna do to you, mm-hmm.” Bobby smacked his lips and let Sully help him up. “Hope the keys are still in my pocket.”

Sully watched the raunchy display as Bobby dug in his pants pocket for his keys. His cock bobbed enticingly and his balls were still drawn up, although they began to drop the longer Bobby cursed and searched for his keys.

A glint in his peripheral vision caught Sully’s attention and he turned his head, spying the keys. “Got ’em.” He reached for them at the same time Bobby did, and ended up stumbling when Bobby nudged him with his elbow. “Hey, what the hell?” Bobby stood up and swung the key ring around and around on one finger as he gave Sully a haughty look. “You coulda cost me my keys. I think a little nudge is fair.” Sully burst out laughing, watching the way Bobby’s cock bounced with each swing of the keys. “I’m finding it hard to be irritated when your dick’s bouncing around like that.” Bobby stopped twirling the keys and looked down at his dick. “It’s a great dick. Tasted good, didn’t it, honey?” He did a little bump and grind that really set his parts in motion and Sully’s mouth watered as he clenched his ass in anticipation of having what was indeed a great dick pushed into him.

“Inside,” was what he managed to say, and Bobby winked at him then turned and, ass swaying beautifully, led the way to his front door.

Bobby took his time opening the door until Sully all but squished him against it and started rutting against that firm, hard ass.

“Oh yeah, honey, you’re gonna feel so good in there. Just get me inside and fuck me raw…”

Sully had wanted to do…something, something more, but damn it, Bobby’s ass was right there, Sully’s cock in his crease, held between those strong cheeks.

Bobby opened the door and they tumbled in. Somehow one of them got the door shut, then Bobby dropped to his hands and knees and frantically kicked at his jeans. “Help me,” he begged, and Sully realised he wasn’t the only one desperate to fuck. He freed his own cock quickly, knowing he’d best do so before he forgot how to, what with the way Bobby’s naked flesh was shorting out his brain cells.

He knelt and jerked one of Bobby’s shoes off. That was enough to get one leg of his jeans off, too, then Sully grabbed that ass and spread Bobby’s cheeks. He leant in and looked at the tight little pucker. It was amazing that his cock fit in there, but it did, and so perfectly, too.

“Just spit, or don’t, I don’t care, but get in me
now,
” Bobby demanded.

With that alpha-growl in his tone, Sully didn’t hesitate. He dipped his head and spat on Bobby’s hole, then rubbed at it with his thumb. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He bent further and laved the furled skin.

“Don’t treat me like I don’t know what I want.” Bobby’s anger was right there, mingled with his desire.

Sully moaned as he took one last lick, then he covered Bobby, pushing down between his shoulder blades to hold Bobby in place. He lined his cock up and pushed, Bobby’s hole hot and so tight, too dry. Sully risked Bobby’s wrath, spitting in his hand a couple of times before smearing the saliva on his rod, then he tried again.