Page 25 of For Life

“Are you done fighting me, little tiger?”

“Yesss,” Ant purred and tried to push their ass up into my touch.

Removing my knee, I used it to get them into position. Ant curved their back like they had at the club, the feline S-curve putting them on display. This time it was only for me, and there was no plug in the way of their sexy ass.

“Such a good kitty,” I petted their back and moved the tangled hair off Ant's face so I could see them better. I added lube and quickly worked Ant from one finger until a fourth slipped in with no problem as Ant yowled in a mix of pleasure and pain. “You know when a male cat is strong enough to breed you?”

“God you’re good at dirty talk,” Ant dug their nails into the comforter. “Stop stalling and get in me already!”

“I am in you, four fingers,” I had to laugh as I withdrew my hand to prepare my dick. “Hell, I could fist you if you wanted, and I worked up to it a bit more.”

“Not today though, too over sensitive from coming,” Ant was rocking their ass back and forth and panting in between growls, “hurts but it felt so good too. Please Maxx, breed me.”

“I’m not going to last long,” I leaned over Ant’s back, biting the meat of their shoulder as I eased into them. My prep work paid off, making us both moan in pleasure as I started to thrust. “Damn. You’re so hot and tight on my bare cock. Are you good?”

“Yes, fuck me hard and fill me up!”

Gripping their hips to hold them still, I only got a couple thrusts in before I felt Ant’s prostate. I drilled it over and over, biting them again, harder than before. Ant went rigid under me and cried out on their second orgasm, their ass grabbing me tight and pulling my own orgasm. I kept thrusting, pumping him full and licking at the blood I’d drawn.

Fair was fair. And I had a couple new kinks.

“You taste good, too.”

“Wha-?”

Ant didn’t need to talk just yet, and I couldn’t help kissing them. In a minute I’d leave their body, however much I wanted to stay buried there forever, and I’d give them after care. There was also likely a mess under Ant’s body. We could talk and discuss how we felt, emotionally and physically. I would wash them in the shower and rub their sore muscles before holding them close and sleeping in their arms.

“Give me one minute to hold you, little tiger. Don’t want to leave you yet.”

Before I Daddied them, I needed to savor them.

Chapter sixteen

ANT

YAWNINGANDSTRETCHING,thesun streaming into the little cabin bedroom surprised me. Getting a full night of rest was unheard of for me. I wasn’t much of a night owl, but I knew how to survive on very little sleep. I’d been waking up before the sun since I was a kid, feeding the pigs and chickens or finishing homework I’d put off. My siblings called me a crazy morning person, but it served me well as a chef. Sleeping next to a warm body after vigorous sex was apparently the best remedy for insomnia.

Beside me, Maxx was still fast asleep and snoring softly, his naked body on display where he’d kicked off the quilt. I admired his body, the artwork on his arms and chest continuing on to his behind him where I couldn’t see. While most of his tattoos were geometric like the ones on my back, Maxx’s left arm was done in a distinctly Chinese design. A dragon came up from his forearm while a tiger came down from his shoulder, with flowers around the edges, all done in the same black ink as the rest. There was a Chinese symbol in the middle that I wondered about, but wasn’t going to wake Maxx to ask.

The night before had been… everything. Except for some embarrassment at having come all over his sister’s bed, I had loved every second. I spent the morning feeling a mix of nerves over my situation and happiness at being in the woods with a sexy guy, which evolved into anger when I was alone all day. Maxx avoided me, not even coming in for lunch. Around two in the afternoon I ate his sandwich out of spite.

Figuring he had to come in at some point, I’d made the cheap ramen for dinner. With Sierra onion, Marshmint, and Miner’s lettuce I found by the creek, plus the deli chicken and some scrambled eggs for protein, it turned out better than I’d expected. I could have let Maxx just eat and enjoy it, but I had to know why he was ghosting me when we were stuck together.

Getting to fuck Maxx until he took over, and finally bottom for sex, was beyond words. There was an intimacy to having sex when all the cards were on the table that I hadn’t expected. And feeling him raw inside me, fulfilling my deepest fantasies to be bred… I couldn’t regret a second of it. We could have used a condom again, but I had licked up his blood on instinct, and I didn’t want to have that barrier. It was probably a mistake, because Maxx’s dick had felt too good.

Slipping out of bed to use the bathroom, I gave Maxx one last glance before closing the bedroom door. It was definitely a different feeling after sex and being cum-filled than using my toys at home. It wasn’t bad, but I did feel a longing to keep a part of Maxx inside me, as a reminder. The soreness was a dull ache that made me wish I’d grabbed a plug out of my bag. Rather than feeling like I wanted to heal, I wanted to keep the sensation of fullness.

Bottoming was my new favorite thing.

There were still eggs and such left, so I thought I’d make omelets. Cooking for others had always been something I loved, even as a boy. Well, as a kid. It was something I had to remind myself. I wasn’t just a boy, and I had never been. I didn’tused to be a boy, I was always a mix, or fluid, inside. Thankfully my mom had liked having me as a helper for baking, and Nonna, my grandmother, had taught me all of the family recipes. I learned mostly traditional southern Italian cuisine, but also Basque and Italian-American dishes. Shepherd had even let me add a few lasagnas to the rotation at the Kitchen.

Maxx came out right after I finished cooking and was pouring hot water over the instant coffee. With the sun casting a warm glow in the room, I hadn’t bothered with the lamps, and I couldn’t help but gawk at Maxx standing naked in the natural light. He looked like a freaking god with the light glowing behind him as he stretched in the middle of the main room.

“Morning,” Maxx yawned and ruffled his sleep-mussed hair. “Do I smell coffee and eggs?”

Snapping out of my haze right before I overfilled the cup, I cleared my throat. “You do. Omelets, and the best I could do with the caffeinated powder you brought.”

“Anything I can do to help?”