“Don’t pretend to be enjoying my pain and ignoring me,” he says.
“I’m not pretending. I’m just ignoring you,” I tell him, my finger circling over him while his cock comes to life. I pause what I’m doing to fold the edge of the cardboard flap up so it doesn’t limit his dick. I push the bent flap back down, covering his face but letting his dickandass remain on display.
“You are absolutely ridiculous,” he complains as he shifts and the whole box gives up life and flattens out, causing his preciousball of lintandstick to go tumbling back out into the mess, hopefully never to be seen again.
“My desire to keep you is too strong for the ‘Keep’ box,” I announce.
“Definitely had nothing to do with the weight of my body in some box I didn’t quite fit in,” he says as he wallows around in cardboard… which I find extremely sexy.
“Definitely not,” I agree before I lift his leg and kiss his inner thigh. “You are so perfect the box couldn’t keep up with you.”
“Sure, we’ll pretend that’s true.”
My lips travel up his leg while Lucy Fur stalks over to us. I plan to ignore her as she moves closer and closer, clearly wanting attention. I suck his inner thigh, leaving a little mark while my finger travels down over his hole, toying with it as he murmurs something about how good it feels.
All of which is interrupted when Lucy Fur—who Gabriel tries to bring with us everywhere we go, as well as Margarine “so he won’t be lonely”—climbs up onto Gabriel and sits right on his chest, tail whapping back and forth across his face as she glowers at me. The look on her face tells me that my death is near for daring to touch her human.
“Lucille!” Gabriel laughingly protests.
“I got this. I got this,” I assure him.
I reach out, sacrificing my hands to do so, pluck her off Gabriel’s chest, and place her right in the “Donate” box where she belongs.
I smile, pleased.
Gabriel chuckles when he sees it and flips onto his stomach so he can reach for her. “I’m not donating my baby!”
“She loves it in there,” I say as the cat settles in, only the tips of her ears showing like we might have no idea where she is. “She wants to be donated, hon. When you wanted to move out of thehouse, did your parents tell you that you weren’t allowed? Let her spread her kitty wings.”
Gabriel grabs the trash bag and begins pulling it over my head. “It’s okay, Lucille, I’ve got him. Papa will protect you and never let mean ol’ Liam donate you!”
Instead of removing the trash bag, I start trying to kiss him through it. He’s laughing now as he hooks his arm over me. I can’t even see what I’m going for, but I’m determined. I try to gnaw on him a bit through the bag while he wraps his legs around my waist and folds his arms around my trash-bagged head.
“Oh my god, Liam, stop. You’re ridiculous.”
“I must pleasure you in any form you’d like,” I say before I find what I think is his chest and try to kiss him.
Gabriel squirms. “You’re kissing my armpit.”
“I was wondering why it tasted a little hairy.”
“No! Stop! Let’s wait until we get home and have bed sex. There’s not even a bed here!”
“Who needs a bed when you have a trash bag?” I ask, but he whips it off. “Did you miss my face?”
“I definitely missed your face.”
“Thought so,” I say, finding that I very much enjoy the view from where I’m lying on top of him while he’s lying pantsless on the floor. I wrap my arms around him, giving him a squeeze as I resume kissing him.
“I’m far too old for carpet burn,” he objects.
I roll him onto his stomach and lightly stroke my finger against his hole before pressing it inside of him. He lets out a soft moan while I kiss and rub his back.
“I will make sure you don’t have carpet burn.”
I kiss a line down his back and then bite his butt cheek.
“What the fuck was that for?”
