Page 74 of By Rude Strength

“Fuck, that’s nice.” LA sighed. “God, your tongue is amazing, baby.”

Cass grinned and licked up the other side of LA’s cock, purring contentedly. He lapped at it like he was eating an ice cream cone, and LA could feel his purring buzzing away through his tongue. Cass slid his tongue around the tip and then sucked the first few inches into his mouth.

LA relaxed and moved his hands to pet the top of Cass’s head, savoring the tight heat surrounding him.

Cass continued to use his tongue as he took more of LA’s cock, effortlessly swallowing him down as he bobbed his head. He pushed until his nose was buried in LA’s groin, and his long tongue coiled around LA’s cock and squeezed tight.

“Holy shit!” LA gasped, his hips twitching. “Cassie, oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck—” He didn’t recognize anything else as a knownword in the English language. It was a litany of hurried sounds, urgent whines, and breathless moans.

No other blowjob could hope to compare to this, especially not with the wonderful way Cass’s tongue squeezed and slid around LA’s cock while it was still buried deep inside Cass’s mouth. It was a barrage of heat, pressure, and incredible sensation, and LA knew he couldn’t last under such intense attentions.

“Cass,” he warned, his stomach and thighs flexing. “Baby, I’m… I’m really… Ah!”

Cass simply sucked LA faster and kneaded his hips, urging him to move.

LA mewled and thrust upward, chasing more of that lovely friction as he grabbed Cass’s horns to hang on tight. His climax was fast approaching, he could practically taste it, and—oh fuck!

Cramp, cramp, cramp.

“Fuck! Cass!” LA grunted in pain as his back seized up, the pain shooting down his leg like a bolt of lightning. “Stop!”

Cass popped right off. “Elly? What’s wrong?”

LA twisted up into a sitting position, bending his legs to help alleviate the pain. “Sorry, sorry, fuck, sorry—”

“What happened? Did I hurt you?”

LA grimaced. “My fucking back spasmed. Fuck, I wasright there.”

Cass rubbed LA’s calf. “Oh, Elly, I’m so sorry.”

LA groaned and tried stretching his legs out. The tension almost immediately returned and he growled. “I even took a fucking muscle relaxer. This is fucking stupid.”

Cass tilted his head. “What if…”

“What?”

“You need to be in that position, correct?”

“Yeah?”

“What if you—” Cass grinned bashfully. “—bent over the back of the couch? Would that work?”

LA blushed. “Uh, yeah. And where are you gonna be?”

“I was going to put my head between your legs.”

“But then the rest of your body is gonna be at a really weird ass angle.”

“Is it?” Cass blinked.

“Look.” LA carefully shifted onto his knees, arching his back as he put his elbows on the back of the couch. It was definitely comfortable like this, but he didn’t see how it would be for Cass. “If you stick your head down there between my knees—oh fuck!” He yelped as Cass did just that, his long tongue lapping from LA’s balls to the head of his dick.

Cass moved LA’s legs so his knees were resting on his upper chest as he leaned back. “How’s this?”

LA shivered at Cass’s hot breath tickling his groin. “G-good. This is really fuckin’ good. But, but are you sure that’s comfortable for you? I mean—”

Cass swallowed LA’s cock right back down, and he slid his paws up LA’s thighs.