Leopard's Spots 2: Oscar (16 page)

“No one is bothering him until he feels better,” Oscar repeated. He’d chased off everyone else, but Grandma Marybeth was not backing down. Usually no one argued with her, but he was feeling protective over his mate. “Besides, you’ll grill him and try that whole ‘if you break my grandson’s heart’ thing and he’s hurt, like I keep saying. He needs to rest.”

Grandma Marybeth narrowed her eyes, and before Oscar could dodge it, she reached out a finger and flicked his nose.

“Ouch!” he yelped. “Grandma, what the he—Stop!” The second flick was even harder.

“Oscar, what’s the problem?” Josiah called out from the bedroom where he’d been napping.

Oscar heard Josiah’s footsteps as Grandma Marybeth shot him a triumphant look. How the hell had she got past him and into the house?

“
She’s a sharp one, your grandma.
”

Oscar scowled at Josiah’s mental commentary. Grandma Marybeth lifted her hand, finger extended, and Oscar leapt back, putting his hands up between them. “I’m sorry. Geez, Grandma, he’s my mate. You were right about that stuff. And why’d you flick me twice?” Admittedly, he’d probably deserved the first one.

Grandma Marybeth shook her finger at him. “Your mouth, Oscar. Just because you’re an adult now doesn’t mean you can cuss like a sailor, and not at me, that’s for sure.”

“Sorry, Grandma,” Oscar murmured as Josiah joined them. He looked Josiah over. “You look like you got some rest.”

“I did.” Josiah held out his hand to Marybeth. “Mrs Travis, I’m Josiah Baker, Oscar’s mate. I’ve heard many wonderful things about you.”

“Laying it on thick much,” Oscar muttered, only to yelp when his nose was thwacked again. “Enough already!”

“If you don’t like it, you better watch your mouth,” Grandma Marybeth scolded, “or I’ll have your mate turn you over his knee!”

And just like that, Oscar had a goddamned boner with his grandma in the room. Josiah smirked and Oscar glared and excused himself. When he came back, having thumped his dick hard enough to bring tears to his eyes and successfully kill his erection—Oscar found them in the kitchen. Josiah was seated at the table while Grandma stirred something on the stove.

“What are you making?” he asked as soon as there was a break in the conversation.

Marybeth lifted the pot up and poured a golden liquid into two cups. She handed one to Oscar. “Same thing I made when you lost your fingers. It’s a home remedy I found in a book years ago. Most drugs don’t affect us that I know of, and Josiah says the same. Aspirin and all those types of medicines are useless. He was telling me his pack has a medicine man who will probably share all his cures and treatments with me.”

Her excitement was contagious, and Oscar kept grinning as he watched her hand Josiah his mug. Josiah took a sip and his eyes sprung wide open before dropping closed. He moaned, and Oscar found himself right back where he’d been before he’d gone into his bedroom. He pinched himself discreetly while his grandma preened and cooed over Josiah. Under control once more, he watched the interaction between the other two, and it filled him with a happiness he’d never experienced before.

Grandma Marybeth came over to him and hugged him so suddenly and with enough strength his back popped. “You should have told us about that stupid boy who bullied you in school,” she said, squeezing him tighter. “I would have talked to his grandma. She would have taken a belt to his backside, and his momma and daddy’s, too. But it’s done now, and I’m not going to be angry because you didn’t trust us enough to confide in us.”

“I—” Oscar started to defend his actions but stopped. She was right. He’d not trusted them and, maybe even more, he didn’t want to appear weak and unable to handle the situation on his own. “I wanted everyone to stop thinking of me as a baby,” he offered, which was the truth. “I thought if I didn’t come crying to you all about it, it’d mean I was tough, like everyone else in the family.”

Grandma Marybeth patted him gently then took a step back. “Oz, I hope you know now that being strong doesn’t mean suffering in silence. The strongest people are those who know when to ask for help.”

The profoundness of that rocked him to his core, and he teared up. Grandma Marybeth touched his cheek and left. The next thing Oscar knew, he was in Josiah’s strong arms, rocking with him gently from side to side.

“I do know that, now,” Oscar offered around a sniffle.

“I know you do.” Josiah held him like that, gentle and calm, until Oscar no longer felt he might bawl at the drop of a hat. He looked up at Josiah and didn’t see the flare of pain that’d been in his eyes earlier.

“How’s your head?”

The wicked glint in Josiah’s eyes had Oscar expecting a raunchy answer, but Josiah merely kissed Oscar’s nose. “It’s fine, but your nose is red. Marybeth really has a mean flick, huh?”

“That’s nothing compared to when she gets you by the ear,” Oscar said, “I’m surprised I don’t have big ol’ elephant ears along with a trunk between all the abuse my nose and ears have taken.”

This time Josiah’s words and actions matched the glint in his eyes. He took one of Oscar’s hands and placed it over Oscar’s stiffening dick. Oscar had felt his hand on his own shaft hundreds of times, but it was much more erotic with Josiah’s hand on top of his, pressing down harder with each second.

“Do I even need to make a crack about you having a trunk?” Josiah asked, adding a good rub to the pressure.

“No,” Oscar squeaked, too horny to care that he sounded like he’d swallowed a mouse.

Josiah’s grin was just sinful. He reached around Oscar with his other hand and dug his fingers into the seam down the centre of his bottoms. “Do you still want me to fuck you?” His fingers seemed to burn Oscar’s flesh, heating his crack all the way down to his asshole. Did he want Josiah to fuck him? Duh!

“Got it,” Josiah murmured, right before crushing Oscar’s lips under his.

Oscar scrabbled for a hold as Josiah bent him over, arching his back and ravaging his mouth with a hunger unlike any Oscar had experienced before. Josiah’s breath gusted over Oscar’s face, warm and moist. Then Josiah sank his tongue into every crevice in Oscar’s mouth. His lips began to ache and his cock throbbed, and the spot nestled between his butt cheeks seemed to pound with an emptiness and need that was almost frightening in its intensity.

Josiah raised him up swiftly, making Oscar’s head spin. “I’m going to make you feel so good you scream.”

Oscar wasn’t far from it now. Josiah gave him a fierce look and pulled Oscar against him. He shoved his hands down the back of Oscar’s sweats and grabbed his ass. “Here,” he said. Josiah parted Oscar’s cheeks. He inserted fingertips into his hole. “This is mine.” Josiah pressed in just enough to cause a slight burn and Oscar jerked while pre-cum began to leak from his dick. “You like this.” He worked his digits in deeper and Oscar panted, unable to do anything other than just feel. Just when Oscar was ready to give in to the urge to push back into the penetration, Josiah’s fingers were gone, leaving Oscar empty.

“I’m not going to hurt you, not like that,” Josiah informed him when Oscar could only glare accusingly at him. “But I am going to mark you this time, like you did me. Deeper than I did before. When I fill you with my cum, your blood will fill my mouth, and we’ll mix our essences together completely.”

It sounded corny but right, and Oscar couldn’t wait. “You better hurry up and fuck me, bite me, make me yours and all that. Just
do something!”

Josiah snarled and scooped Oscar up over his shoulder, which was not what Oscar had in mind at all. “Put me down—” he began, then stopped once he realised he had access to Josiah’s sweet ass. “Nevermind.” Oscar quickly got his hands where he wanted them, holding Josiah’s cheeks and teasing his opening with his thumbs.

“Jesus, Oz, you’re making my knees weak! Do you know how hard it is to walk when my legs are being turned to jelly?” Josiah swatted him on the butt and Oscar rewarded him by pushing a thumb inside. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

They might not make it to the bedroom, all things considered, but Oscar couldn’t seem to stop touching Josiah inside and out. He bit the small of Josiah’s back and rubbed the inside of his hole. That got him another smack and Oscar started humping Josiah’s shoulder. “Do it again and I’m gonna come,” he warned, then promptly went back to nibbling on Josiah and teasing his pucker.

“I’m so gonna fuck you through next week,” Josiah warned. “And if you come before I want you to? Just means more time to drive you crazy.” Josiah got them through the entry to the bedroom before he landed another swat. It was harder than the previous one and sent a stinging sensation all the way down to Oscar’s knees. He moaned and twisted his other thumb into Josiah’s opening. “You want me to redden your ass, don’t you? I liked it when you slapped my ass, a lot.”

Oscar raised his head up long enough to say, “Yup,” before going back to sucking up a series of marks wherever he could. He didn’t make much progress before he was tossed down on the bed. Josiah came right down on top of him, forcing the air from his lungs. He captured Oscar’s lips in another searing kiss.

Josiah licked Oscar from his mouth to his hairline. Then he pinched Oscar’s nipples. “I’ve been looking at these babies ever since I woke up and saw you shirtless. You’ve got the sexiest little tits, soft and topped with pink nipples that make me want to bite them.”

Which he did, and Oscar clawed at him, at the bed, anywhere he could reach as Josiah worked his nipples over and left whisker burn and love bites all over his chest. Josiah scraped the nubs with his teeth and twisted them, and sucked until Oscar screamed. The pleasure and pain tangled hopelessly together, tearing his orgasm from him long before he wanted to come.

He didn’t even get a chance to crash from that high before Josiah was right back at his nipples. “Gonna make sure you feel me for days, Oz.”

That was more than fine with him, because he was definitely addicted to what Josiah was doing to him. And Josiah was moaning as well, every time Oscar would scratch him or rub on him just right.

When Oscar’s nipples were too sensitive for another touch, Josiah blew gently on them and Oscar felt like a live wire had been hooked to his chest. Josiah’s self-satisfied smirk was too well-earned for Oscar to snark about, so he let it go.

But he was going to wipe that smugness right off Josiah’s face. Oscar grabbed Josiah’s jaw and tugged.

“What?” Josiah said, “I have a plan here.”

Oscar licked his lips. “Well, I have a better one involving your dick and my mouth.”

Damn, his mate could move. Josiah straddled his chest in seconds. “Open up and take it.”

Oscar turned his head from side to side, rubbing Josiah’s dick on his face. “I love how dirty you talk when I do this.”

Josiah cupped his chin and turned Oscar’s face from side to side so his lips rubbed Josiah’s cock head. “I’ll talk as fucking dirty as you want if you’ll just fucking open your mouth!”

“Whatever you want, Jo.”

Oscar parted his lips just enough to let Josiah begin to slip in. He wanted Josiah to grab the control, to wrest it from him and just own his mouth.

“I got it,” Josiah rumbled. He braced the back of Oscar’s neck with one hand and his cheek and jaw with the other. “You’re gonna take it all, now.”

Oscar tried to tongue Josiah’s dick, tried to suck, but Josiah pressed his fingers to Oscar’s jaw, forcing it open wider and breaking the vacuum Oscar was trying to create.

“Nuh uh. You’re just gonna open wide and take what I give you. No tongue, no sucking,” Josiah instructed, “just me fucking your mouth for as long as I want.”

Oscar started to close his eyes as he went slack-jawed, but Josiah pulled out and tapped Oscar’s mouth with his cock. “Eyes open, Oz. I want to see you.”

Oscar opened his eyes, aware that Josiah wanted to make sure he was completely into what was happening. Maybe their connection was skewed during sex or something, or maybe Josiah just wanted more—as much of a connection between them as possible. Either way, Oscar was lost in Josiah’s eyes as soon as they locked gazes. He knew without a doubt Josiah could do anything and he would trust Josiah not to truly hurt him.

“That’s it, baby,” Josiah crooned, “give it to me. Now you know what I want.”

Yes, he did know. Josiah wanted his trust, and Oscar, taking a leap he’d never thought possible, gave it, along with a piece of his soul.

In and out, Josiah filled Oscar’s mouth over and over again, slid deeper into his throat then stilled. Oscar swallowed around his length, always watching him, hardly even blinking. Josiah withdrew most of his shaft, leaving just his tip in Oscar’s mouth. He thrust back in, rougher than he’d intended to but Oscar’s eagerness was making his balls ache and his climax was already beginning to heat his groin.

“Fuck, baby, you are something,” Josiah rasped, working his hips faster, tipping his dick into Oscar’s throat then sliding back out. “I’m gonna come all over you, like you did to me in the truck. Gonna paint your face, rub it in, you want me to do that?” He paused before thrusting again so Oscar could answer.

“Please,” Oscar whispered, his voice raw from Josiah’s cock. “And leave it.”

Josiah was confused for a split-second until it dawned on him that Oscar didn’t want the cum licked off, like he’d done to Josiah. The idea made him so aroused he couldn’t even answer. He tightened his hold on Oscar and thrust in slowly, enjoying the way Oscar just…just let him do it. A few pumps and Josiah grunted when his balls shot spunk up through his cock. Josiah withdrew and wanted to shout with each spurt of semen that splattered across Oscar’s face. It landed in his hair and eyebrow, across his lashes and eyelid.

By the time his dick had stopped twitching, Oscar had cum dripping from his cheek and the tip of his nose, and still he looked at Josiah, his eyes glowing with pride. Josiah’s hand shook but he began rubbing the cooling semen into Oscar’s skin, and only then did Oscar close his eyes and purr with pleasure.