Page 7 of Embracing the Stalk

“Wanna find out?” I asked shyly, looking at him from under my eyelashes as he slowly lowered me to the bed.

The coolness of the cover didn’t quell the heat pouring from my body at the look Gordon wore as his gaze swept over me. My cock bucked as if begging for attention.

He smacked his lips together and grinned. “It’ll be my pleasure.” Clothes flew around the room as he stripped, and before I could figure his intentions, he was between my legs, cock in hand. “Now, let’s see just how sweet you taste here.”

His tongue swiped the custard leaking from the head of my dick. I shuddered and bit my lower lip to keep the begging words from slipping free. I wanted everything all at once.

He pushed my thighs apart and came closer to suck the head of my shaft between his lips, distracting me as a finger slipped between my ass cheeks. His now sticky finger circled my hole, making it twitch with need.

“Argh…” I cried out in a strangled moan as he eased a fingertip into my ass, making it burn just a little. I clenched down right as he opened his talented mouth, and my cock got bathed in wet warmth. He sucked me down like a popsicle until I hit his tonsils, and then things got real interesting when he swallowed. His throat clasped my cock in the best kiss of my life, and everything went white as my whole body spasmed.

To the Great Rhuuuuuuu give it to me, my horny goat!

Please don’t stoppppp.

Chapter Five

Gordon

Proud of the way I’d made Red come, I swallowed his sweet custard and looked up, my smug smile swiftly fading as I regarded my mate, sprawled out and not moving.

“Red?”

The stalk didn’t move, his eyes closed and his expression blissed out.

I shook his arm. “Red? Wake up, honeybee.”

Red stayed where he was, not responding, the link between us a hollow emptiness. Sweat prickled across my back.

Oh dear Goat! I clapped a hand over my mouth.

I’d killed my fated mate with the power of my tongue.

Death by blowjob.

The town would never forgive me. My pride would kick me out. I’d be a goat on the run. I’d be locked up.

Still a virgin.

I looked down at my softening dick. Was this the Gods punishing me? Seriously, I didn’t know this could happen.

What could I do? Goated Gods, tell me what to do?

Then my brain shifted to the upstairs one, and I knew how to save him. Thank the goat I remembered a program on the TV that showed me how to do life-saving measures. CPR, yeah idiot, we got this. Was it ‘Nelly the elephant came to town’?

Fuck no, that wasn’t how it went. Where was Tim when a stalk needed to know how a song went?

You need to get him breathingand stop damn panicking about the beat of a song,I chastised myself.

I shuffled around, ready to start compressions. Had CPR changed in the years since I’d seen that show? I just hoped I remembered enough to save my beautiful mate.

“You can do this!” Positive affirmations for the win!

As I laid my hands on his chest, Red sighed and his eyelids fluttered.

Thank fuck, he’s alive!

Alive!

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