Sullivan (Leopard's Spots 7) (6 page)

Bobby arched one eyebrow, doing it slowly because he thought that was cooler than just shooting it up to his hairline. “Fuckable?” Sully blushed again and Bobby’s cock began to fill. He hadn’t been so attracted to someone in a long time. Maybe not ever, although he wasn’t sure. He’d had a few wild nights involving substances he shouldn’t have tinkered with.

“Yeah, that,” Sully rasped. “But Mando’s not eighteen so don’t even think about coming on to him.” Sully’s embarrassment vanished as he drew himself up to an impressive height. He had to be a couple of inches taller than Bobby’s six-one. A little bulkier, too. “I will beat your ass if you do.”

Bobby was a little turned on by the threat, or more likely, the power behind it. Sully wasn’t a wuss even if he was a virgin. Bobby believed the quickest path from A to B was a straight line so he didn’t hesitate to ask questions. “Are you messing around with him?” Sully grimaced and started waving his hands in front of him. “What? No. No! He’s just a friend. I wouldn’t mess with someone his age.”

“I offered!” Mando shouted from around the corner. “He turned me down. Be gentle with him.”

“Who are you?” Sully finally asked. “God, I’m an idiot, standing here and— Seriously, who are you? What the hell are you doing here?”

Bobby took a couple of points off his and Sully’s IQs. He hadn’t realised he’d not introduced himself, and Sully hadn’t thought to ask sooner. He was going to blame it on the bleach.

Bobby moved closer, glad to see that Sully rushed to the door as if to prevent Bobby from entering. Their movements brought them almost chest to chest. Bobby leaned in a little, bringing his lips to Sully’s ear. “Let’s just say someone asked me to come check on you, and better me than a herd of family members, right?” Sully went very still, and the scent that came off him was tinged with anger, but there was something else, something that perhaps the bleach was keeping from Bobby. Regardless, Sully smelt really good. Bobby wanted to fuck him right there. Drop to his knees and bury his face in Sully’s crotch, rub his scent all over Sully’s cock and balls.

“My family sent you.”

Bobby moved back enough to look at Sully’s face. The guy was expressionless, but Bobby was still able to smell fear and anger—and arousal.

“No, your cousin Levi talked to his brother Oscar, who is my brother Josiah’s mate, and…” Bobby leapt back and bounced as he flung his arms out, adding a twist at his wrists.

“Ta-da! Here I am, your magic, make-sure-Sully-isn’t-gonna-end-up-dead-or-in-jail fairy.” Bobby clicked his heels together for the sheer drama factor, and he beamed his biggest smile at Sully.

Who was once again gaping at him. Kind of with a look of horror, Bobby realised.

“Oh my God,” Sully finally rasped, “you’re that crazy guy, Bobby!” Well. His reputation obviously preceded him. He just couldn’t have any fun.

“Way to get laid,” Mando called out.

Bobby dropped his arms to his side and cocked his head at Sully. “I don’t know if I can live up to those expectations. I’m only crazy half the time, and that’s on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays—and half of Wednesdays, sometimes. Today’s Sunday, so I’m in sane mode.” Wow, he hadn’t realised he was pissed about Sully’s presumption.

“Oh.” Sully’s eyes bugged and he flung a hand up to cover his mouth. “Oh fuck. I’m sorry. That was rude.”

Even muffled, Bobby made out his words. They didn’t take the sting away, but he wasn’t going to let Sully know that. “Whatever, man, whatever. I’ll let your cousin know you’re still alive and not taking advantage of the kid. Later.” Bobby spun around, ready to disappear and forget this whole debacle. He sure wasn’t going to dwell on why he was getting his panties in a wad over Sully’s description of him.

“Wait!” Sully’s footsteps were loud, proof of his weight. The guy was stacked. Bobby didn’t slow down. “I said wait!”

Bobby raised a hand up far enough to flip Sully off over his shoulder. Before he could lower his hand, Sully slammed into him. He wrapped his arms around Bobby’s middle and lifted him off his feet. Bobby was so shocked he didn’t even fight, he just…dangled.

His body tingled at every point where he touched Sully. Bobby’s cock went rock hard in seconds as Sully tightened his hold.

“Uh.”

Bobby craned his neck until the back of his head was resting on Sully’s shoulder. He batted his lashes at the younger man—something he’d never do when he was seriously flirting, but he had the feeling Sully was totally discombobulated by his own actions. “Yes, honey? Gonna toss me over your shoulder and have your way with me?” Or should that have been, wicked way? Bobby needed to work on his flirting skills. Usually he just said ‘let’s fuck’ and went from there. Sully, being all virginal, would probably freak out. Bobby braced himself to get dropped.

“Can I?” Sully asked, surprising the hell out of Bobby, who could only stare dumbly at Sully’s plump bottom lip.

And nod.

Sully didn’t know what had come over him, but he’d be damned if he was going to miss out on a chance to have the sexy tease in his arms. He’d heard talk of Bobby Baker—

mostly that he was a batshit crazy wolf shifter. Sully could use a little crazy in his life, and he could sure use some sex with a person instead of his hand.

Plus, Bobby smelt so good. All Sully had been smelling for the last several hours was bleach and other cleaners, and Bobby’s aroma was evocative, teasing at Sully’s cock and making it leak. He didn’t know if it was because he finally had a chance at having sex with a man, a very attractive man, or if there was something about Bobby himself that called to Sully. Right now he just wanted to get laid.

“I can fuck you?” he asked more eagerly than he’d have liked, but it just shot right out of his mouth. Which might not have been so bad if he hadn’t added, “Really? You’ll let me?” Bobby wiggled and his ass bumped over Sully’s dick. “Yeah, maybe. I’ll make sure we both get off at least.”

Bobby’s voice had turned smokier, gruffer, like he’d swallowed sandpaper and it rasped over his words. Sully panted eagerly and squeezed Bobby tighter. He wasn’t letting go of his prize.

“I’m not gonna run off,” Bobby said, “but you might crush my lungs.”

“Oh shit!” Sully released Bobby enough that he could take a good breath.

Bobby bumped his ass against Sully’s groin again. “And probably this isn’t the best area to be groping each other. Don’t want to make the homophobes froth.” Sully grunted and forced himself to unwind his arms from around Bobby. He glared around defiantly, ready to take on anyone who might be disapproving of them, but no one was around.

Except Mando, who came running up beside him. Mando’s face was lit with glee and his eyes danced with smug anticipation. Sully might have only known Mando for a little less than twenty-four hours, but he knew the kid well. Mando was going to tease him mercilessly—later.

“I got to go to the store, pick up groceries. If you give me the list and the gift cards, I’ll do that and a few other errands. Should keep me busy for a few hours.” Mando waggled his eyebrows at them then winked. “Give you plenty of time to break your bed in right.”

“Go,” Sully squeaked, pulling his wallet from his pocket. Mando wasn’t going to screw him over. Sully knew now how grateful Mando was to be off the street. “Take my phone, too, and the apartment key.”

“Done, dude. Play safe. And, sexy guy—” Mando edged in between Sully and Bobby slightly. “If you hurt him, I’ll find a way to hurt you, too.” Then Mando darted off, whistling some tune Sully didn’t recognise.

“What an intriguing shrimp,” Bobby murmured.

Sully watched Mando for a second and nodded. “Yeah, I’m glad he’s got a chance. He wasn’t on the streets so long that he’s…” He wasn’t sure how to finish that, but Bobby did it for him.

“Mean, bitter, hopeless, irreparably lost or damaged—I’ve seen about all of those in some of the guys that come to the club.” Bobby nudged Sully’s arm and burned him with a vibrant green gaze. “So, let’s fuck, or suck—I’m not picky, and since you’re a virgin…”

“God,” Sully groaned, “I’m gonna make Mando scrub the toilet for a month for that.” Sully peeked at Bobby. “Unless it helped my chances of getting laid.”

“Didn’t hurt.” Bobby gave him a leer then moved around him so gracefully it seemed like he was dancing to Sully. “Now, let’s get inside so I can get you naked. I bet you have a nice, thick dick.”

Sully was going to cream his pants before he even made it inside! Walking wasn’t comfortable at all, but he hustled behind Bobby, watching the sway of Bobby’s muscular ass under his tight jeans. He’d bet that ass had those deep divots on the sides, like the butts Sully always drooled over on the computer. Plump, round butts were cool and all, but he really dug the hard, muscled ones best. Bobby was cut, and the way his cheeks flexed with each step he took had Sully wanting to whimper.

“This place reeks so bad,” Bobby said as he went inside. He stopped and sniffed.

“Mando sprayed something, or…” Bobby inhaled deeper then sighed. “Candles. Vanilla, maybe, and lavender.”

“Those are the two I bought,” Sully told him, surprised at how accurate Bobby’s sense of scent was, especially with all the cleaning chemicals in the air. Sully’s nose burned, and he couldn’t smell Bobby so much inside. He took Bobby’s hand. “Come on.” He needed to come and he needed to touch Bobby, to feel as much of Bobby’s naked skin against his as possible—
now
.

“Lead on, honey,” Bobby purred, and Sully did whimper, desire coiling in his gut and threatening to make him spurt then and there. Bobby’s wicked smile told him the man knew just how he was affecting Sully, too.

Sully growled, irritated and turned on in equal parts. He considered throwing Bobby over his shoulder and carrying him off like a caveman, but Bobby chose that moment to palm Sully’s cock.

Sully’s knees went weak and he quivered inside and out. Bobby rubbed lightly, keeping his intense gaze on Sully’s eyes. “Maybe I should bring you off right now, give you a little more staying power for rounds two and three.”

Sully wasn’t even insulted because quick as a blink, Bobby had his pants open and was pulling Sully’s dick from his boxers.

“Oh ho, Sully, I underestimated this,” Bobby said as he wrapped both hands around Sully’s length. “Damn, I might even be intimidated.” If he was, Sully couldn’t tell because Bobby bent and sucked the tip of his shaft right into his mouth. Sully’s eyes crossed and he yelped, his mind shorting out as Bobby sucked the air right out of his lungs through his dick.

“Mmm,” Bobby hummed. He licked under the rim and Sully made another embarrassing sound as he grabbed at Bobby’s shoulders. His vision blurred as pleasure flooded his balls then spiralled up his dick. He barely even had the chance to appreciate how truly wonderful the blow job felt before he shrieked and shot his load into Bobby’s mouth.

The sensations of wet, sucking heat were tangled with the intensity of his climax, and Sully couldn’t process any one feeling when he was being turned inside out.

Slowly, he came back to himself, shuddering breaths as he cupped Bobby’s shoulders.

Sully realised he was curled over Bobby, maybe even holding him in place when Bobby would have preferred to move. But if that were the case, surely Bobby wouldn’t have kept on lapping at his cock.

“Oh,” Sully panted as Bobby nudged his balls with his nose. Then Bobby hefted Sully’s cock up further, bringing his nuts up and out. Sully unfolded around Bobby and stood up just in time to shudder as Bobby sucked his entire ball sac into his mouth.

“Oh, oh, Jesus. B-Bobby, please.” Sully didn’t know what he was begging for, but the way Bobby was rolling his balls around, tonguing them and even tugging lightly at the hairs there, well, it was driving him insane. His body felt too hot, and his nipples, a part of him he never really paid attention to, were hard and achy. He kept clenching his butt cheeks because his hole was tingling, and it just felt good to do. But Sully wanted more. His snow leopard was mewling piteously inside of him, and his arousal was stoked enough that his dick was once again diamond-hard.

Sully threaded his fingers through Bobby’s hair, surprised at how soft the honey-blond curls were. He pulled lightly on the strands, then harder, until he had Bobby’s mouth off him and his neck arched in a mouthwatering display of corded muscles.

“I want to fuck you,” Sully rasped, staring first at Bobby’s eyes, the pupils blown under the thick rim of lashes. Next he looked at Bobby’s lips, slick with spit, swollen, parted— With a tug, he brought Bobby up and slashed his mouth over Bobby’s. Sully hadn’t kissed anyone before, not like this, but he’d dreamed about it often enough, and his desire seemed to be guiding him just fine. Bobby was moaning into his mouth, their tongues duelling as they nipped and licked into each other.

Sully grabbed Bobby’s ass, lifting him slightly and crushing him close. Bobby’s ass was firm, very firm, making Sully have to work to knead the hard globes in his hands. Bobby latched onto him as well, locking his arms around Sully’s neck, digging his nails into his nape to send little shards of pain down Sully’s spine.

He lifted Bobby higher and Bobby got the point, jumping and wrapping his legs around Sully’s hips. Sully had never tried walking while carrying someone who was latched onto him like a four-tentacled octopus, and it was a challenge, but he was so horny he thought he could have walked on water to get in Bobby’s pants. He stumbled a time or two but made it into the bedroom where he tumbled onto the bed, pinning Bobby down.

The warm cradle of Bobby’s thighs was irresistible and Sully began to rut as he drove his tongue into Bobby’s mouth repeatedly. He squeezed and lifted Bobby’s ass over and over, grinding him into each thrust.

Bobby jerked his head aside and gasped. The arch of his neck called to Sully again, so Sully followed the instinct clawing at his gut and bit the spot where he could see Bobby’s pulse thrumming. The salt and sweat taste of Bobby was ambrosia to Sully’s leopard, the beast growling and demanding more.

Sully suckled the spot, his canines dropping—which startled him. That had only ever happened when he shifted, but what did he know? It could be something that occurred every time a shifter had sex. He humped against Bobby greedily, his cock burning from the friction, the denim of Bobby’s jeans. The tips of his fingers ached as if his claws were coming out, but before Sully could freak out over that, Bobby grabbed him by the nape and pressed his mouth harder against his skin.