Page 19 of The Totally Typical Tale of Mappy McMapface (Ghostlight Falls #1)

Chapter eighteen

Birds of a Feather Chicken Rescue

Miguel

I t’s obvious Mappy is still stressed when we get back to his place. He handles the injection, no problem, but the concern doesn’t leave his face.

“What is it, baby?”

“What if this stuff only lasts a few hours and Carter comes back angrier than ever?” His eyebrows scrunch together like he’s trying to solve a complex math problem. “Huh, that’s weird.”

“What is?”

“It wasn’t painful to think about him. ”

“I told you that you shouldn’t feel guilty for what he did.”

“No, like actually physically painful. Usually, it’s like a bad headache when I think about him or try to remember things about him, but that’s gone.”

“Probably a good sign the stuff is working, then.” We can probably track his symptoms to indicate when the stuff is wearing off.

Give us some warning before the little devil comes back.

I kiss the wrinkles between his brows. “Let me know if the pain returns, okay?” He nods.

“Until then, let me do all the things I’ve been wanting to do to you. ”

Kissing him, I push him against the wall, grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head.

“Don’t move.” He shakes his head. I reach down, cupping his cock through his shorts.

“Are you already hard for me, baby?” He nods, whimpering when I remove my hand but otherwise staying still.

Running my hand down the edge of one of his wings, I suppress my grin as he shudders.

“Spread your wings for me.” He listens, earning him a quick kiss before I drop to my knees before him.

Starting on one leg, I drag my tongue along the roads all the way to his tiny shorts.

I give the other leg the same treatment, moving on to his chest, making sure I hit every minor intersection.

Once I’m fully standing again, I grab his hands and kiss him, pressing our bodies together.

“You’re doing so well for me.” Choosing a wing at random, I start at the spot where it’s closest to his hip—the chicken rescue.

I'd make a cock joke if I could think about anything other than how badly I want mine in him.

“Fuck, Miguel!”

There’s a wet spot forming on his shorts from his pre-cum. I move my way up the wing towards his shoulder, and he starts trembling. By the time I’ve started making my way outward, I am getting concerned he won’t be able to stand through all of this.

“Do you like this?” I circle my tongue around a building.

“Mhmm.” He’s biting down so hard on his lip, I’m afraid he’s going to draw blood.

“Does it feel good?”

“So fucking good.”

“You wanna come for me, baby?” I flick my tongue along the edge of his wing.

“So bad.” I don’t think he realizes his hips are moving. His eyes are scrunched tight, fists clenched, trying so hard to stay still, but as I move along, he thrusts his hips the tiniest bit, seeking relief.

“You going to come in your little shorts?”

“No,” he groans.

I drag my nails down his chest as I continue following a route on his wing with my tongue. “Why not? I love watching you come.”

When my hand stops at the waistband of his shorts, he growls in frustration. I didn’t know he was capable of growling.

“It’s not enough. Please. Touch me. Fuck me. Something. Please.”

“I haven’t finished this wing yet, Mappy. ”

“I don’t fucking care, Miguel. Please. I’m begging you. Please touch me.”

I abandon his wing, standing as close to him as I possibly can without touching him. His desperate hips try to meet mine with no luck. He has no idea how hard I have to fight to keep my cock from coming out to meet his.

“Turn around, Mappy.” A look of complete despair passes over his face as he complies. “Hands on the wall.” When he’s in position, I tug on his hair, turning his head so I can whisper in his ear, “That’s my good boy.”

Releasing him, I drag my nails along the back of his wings as he continues to tremble in front of me.

I forcefully tug his shorts down to his ankles, pulling his hips out toward me.

Kneeling behind him, I spread his cheeks and circle his hole with my tongue.

He screams my name, begging for release.

Reaching around, I grab his cock and within a couple of strokes, he falls apart.

When he’s finished, he collapses onto the floor in front of me.

Turning him to face me, I pull him onto my lap to tell him what a good job he did.

He kisses me, pulling himself as close to me as he possibly can.

“More. I want more.”