Nischal [leopard spots 9] (15 page)

That spot was the most sensitive place on Preston’s body. He shivered and couldn’t refrain from moaning as Nischal lavished it with attention. Preston’s cock was achingly hard, and he wanted Nischal’s thick shaft shoved into him as soon as possible.

Nischal applied more suction to the bite and Preston clenched every muscle in his body in an attempt not to come. He succeeded in that, but his strangled shout was louder than he’d have liked.

“I want to hear you. Screw what anyone else thinks,” Nischal said before shoving Preston’s shorts and underwear down to his ankles.

Preston couldn’t spread his legs much but that was okay. He braced his right forearm against the brick wall and rested his head on it as Nischal began running his fingers down Preston’s crack. When he touched Preston’s hole, Preston pushed into the caress. “Please, Nisch. Just fuck me already.”

After all the sex they’d had that morning, he figured he was close enough to ready to take Nischal’s cock again.

Nischal slid a finger into his entrance regardless of Preston’s begging to just get on with it. “Patience. I won’t hurt you.”

Waiting was hurting Preston’s balls, but he didn’t argue. He closed his eyes only to reopen them in surprise when he heard the sound of a cap being popped open. “You brought the lube?” he asked as he tried to look behind him.

Nischal winked at him and held up the bottle. “You weren’t the only one horny and thinking of ways to get some relief here.”

“We are so perfect for each other,” Preston murmured, putting his head back down and closing his eyes again. He didn’t complain when Nischal worked him open for several minutes. As much as he wanted to move on to the next step, he was also enjoying the way Nischal touched him, rubbing over his prostate every third or fourth press of his fingers into Preston.

“Now,” Nischal said after Preston shuddered and nearly came from the wonderful feelings spiralling up from his ass. Nischal withdrew his fingers, and, an instant later, he pushed the tip of his cock against Preston’s hole. Nischal wrapped his arms around Preston, then with a solid, hard thrust, he sank his shaft in to the root.

Preston jerked forward from the power of it, but Nischal had him, keeping him in those strong arms and not letting him splat against the wall. Nischal immediately found the spot he’d marked and began sucking on it. He set a harsh, fast pace, his hips slapping against Preston’s backside forcefully as he shoved his cock in deeper than Preston had ever felt it.

All Preston could do was try to stay upright. Nischal found his nipples and gave them each a pinch and Preston’s breath gusted from him on a wordless shout that pained his throat.

“Good,” Nischal rasped. “Let me hear you.” He canted his hips and slid his cock right over Preston’s gland.

Preston couldn’t have remained silent for all the money in the world, not when Nischal twisted his nipples at the very same instant that his dick rubbed that spot inside Preston.

Preston keened and jerked as his balls drew up tight. He shoved a hand down, tangling with Nischal’s hands and arms, but he finally grabbed his cock. Two pumps and he was gasping, cum spurting from his tip.

“Yes!” Nischal shouted in a sandpaper-rough voice. He nipped Preston’s tender bite mark and ploughed Preston’s ass a few more times before spilling his release into Preston’s ass.

“Oh God,” Preston groaned once he could breathe without panting. “I think I might be fucked out for a few hours.”

Nischal snorted and popped him lightly on the butt. “I’m going to have to try it, see if it’s as good as you make it sound.”

Preston frowned. Nischal wasn’t making much sense. “Try what?”

Nischal gently withdrew his cock from Preston’s ass. “This.” He traced Preston’s tender hole. “Having your cock in me like this.”

“Oh.” Preston was pretty sure he should close his mouth, so he did. “Um.”

Nischal nudged that finger into his pucker. “So hot.”

Preston glared down at his soft cock. There was no way he was going to get erect again any time soon despite how awesome it felt to have Nischal fingering him.

“Would you?” Nischal asked, then added, “Fuck me?” before Preston could express his confusion over the question.

“I, uh.” Preston tried to get his brain to work. Nischal sank that finger in deeper. “I can’t think when you’re doing that,” he finally got out.

“Sorry,” Nischal said, but he didn’t sound like he meant it. He crooked his finger and Preston’s knees almost gave out on him. “I want to know what that feels like. You melt for me when I do this.” He repeated the caress. “You make such delicious sounds, too. Then you move and twist like a cat…”

Preston was on the verge of either passing out or screaming, he wasn’t sure which. His body was on a pleasure overload.

“So will you?” Nischal asked again, removing his finger from Preston’s hole.

“Yes,” Preston hissed, relieved and disappointed at the same time. “But I can’t get hard again for a while, and I haven’t topped since I was a teenager.”

“That boyfriend?” Nischal inquired in a tight voice. “The cheating bastard?”

Preston laughed despite his attempt not to. He didn’t want to encourage Nischal’s dislike of his first boyfriend. He turned around, resting his shoulders against the wall and letting his parts just dangle in the light breeze. “I told you, we were dumb kids. If he hadn’t cheated, I might never have met you.”

Nischal pursed his lips then exhaled noisily. “Fine. I’ll stop calling him names. Sometimes. Maybe.”

Preston laughed and had to kiss his sweet man. “You’re something else, Nisch.”

“As long as it’s something good,” Nischal retorted. “And I hear engines. More people are arriving.”

Preston pushed Nischal back. “Then let me get dressed, for God’s sake.”

After he had himself tucked away and looking as presentable as he was going to after having been fucked so thoroughly, Preston followed Nischal around the side of the building.

And ran right into Nischal when the man stopped like he’d hit a wall. “What—” Preston began, but Nischal was already moving again, striding purposefully forward. Preston saw why then. There was a familiar rig and a creepy fucking asshole talking to Sabby, standing way too close to him.

Preston wasn’t as dignified as Nischal, nor did he have the man’s restraint. “Hey, you!” he shouted as he took off running. This was definitely not a coincidence. “Sab—”

Preston yelped in surprise as his right arm was grabbed. He stumbled and would have hit the ground if Nischal hadn’t yanked him upright.

“What the hell?” Preston snapped, trying to tug his arm free.

“I don’t want you hurt,” Nischal growled, narrowing his eyes at Preston. “That man is a shifter, I can smell him. Not the same kind as me and Sabby, but he’s not all human and he’s damned powerful, Preston. Running at him like you mean to attack him isn’t wise.”

The reprimand stung and Preston started to retort, but he supposed Nischal did have a point.
Still.
“I suppose stomping over there like you’re going to beat his ass is any better?” He sneaked a peek at Sabby and the man, both of whom were watching him and Nischal.

“I’m a shifter,” Nischal replied, then he let go of Preston and headed towards his brother.

Preston moved right to Nischal’s side. He wasn’t cowering behind Nischal just because the guy was a shifter.
Either guy… Any of the three of them.

The rough-looking truck driver seemed amused by their approach if Preston was reading him right. He might not be. It was hard to tell with the facial hair and whole creeper vibe Preston kept getting from the guy.

Nischal strode right up to stand between Sabby and the man. “Why are you following us?”

“Because you got away before I could give you that.” He pointed to a slip of paper Sabby held up.

Sabby was positively giddy, grinning and even giggling as he eyed the big stranger.

“No more sugar for you,” Preston muttered, noting the powdered sugar on Sabby’s chin and shirt. He cut a glare towards the stranger. “Who are you?” Then he quickly added, “And what are you?” since Nischal didn’t seem inclined to do more than stand there and growl.

“He knows where there are other snow leopard shifters!” Sabby burst out, loud enough that everyone cringed. His declaration broke the standoff because Preston, Nischal and the rig driver all glanced around to see if anyone had been paying attention to Sabby’s outburst.

Sabby slapped a hand over his mouth and his green eyes were just huge as they pleaded a silent apology. The note was still in his hand, pressed between his lips and his fingers. Preston stepped over and pulled the paper free. Obviously the stranger wouldn’t know that Sabby couldn’t read.

“This?” Preston asked, turning to the man. “It’s an address…in Colorado,” he added slowly. “Is this some kind of trick? How did you know where we were going?”

Nischal hissed and Preston wanted to smack himself. If the truck driver hadn’t known before, Preston had just spilled the beans.

The guy who’d followed them did grin then, and it just made him look creepier in Preston’s opinion. “I know a lot of things, like where a whole family of snow leopard shifters live, and boy, they won’t be happy about that. When you get there, tell them Cliff sent you.” He turned to leave.

“Wait.” Nischal reached for Cliff, but the big man evaded the contact. He did twist around just enough that Preston saw him wink.

“I’m a wolf, by the way, since your mate asked so politely, and I was coming to see if the snow leopard I’d heard about online was a shifter or not since I recently found out about the family there.” He gestured towards the paper. “Gotta go. There’s people to freak out and trouble to stir up.”

Nischal took a step towards Cliff but Preston stopped him, grabbing his arm much as Nischal had grabbed his earlier. “Let him go. He’s not just missing some of his marbles, someone smashed those fuckers to dust.”

Cliff barked out a laugh and waved over his shoulder. Nischal looked at Preston. “What?”

“That’s what I was going to ask,” Sabin said from behind him.

Preston had to think about what he’d said. “Oh. There’s a saying for when someone’s crazy, that they’ve lost all their marbles. I meant that he was nuts and there was no hope of him ever being normal.”

“Sounds right,” Nischal said a moment before a loud diesel horn shattered the relative quiet of the place. A lady walking to the restroom shrieked and flipped Cliff off.

“I’ll get your fucking licence number, asshole!” she hollered before she dashed to the restroom.

“She should have at least written it down if she’s going to make threats.” Preston looked at the piece of paper. “I don’t know if we should believe him. It’s very odd that he happens to know snow leopard shifters in the same state we were heading to.”

“It seems that way.” Nischal took the paper and sniffed it. “Ugh, it smells like wolf.”

“I liked the way he smelt.” Sabby ducked his head. “Well, I did. He smelt strong, like he’d be a safe place to hide.”

“I think he smelt strong like a wet dog,” Nischal grumbled. “Wait.” He tipped his brother’s head up, using two fingers under Sabby’s chin. “Do you like him?”

Sabby jerked his head aside. “I don’t know. He was nice. He talked to me and wanted to know if I was okay, and if I wanted to be with you, or if you’d made me come with you.”

Nischal inhaled sharply. Preston placed a hand on his lower back and mentally asked him to keep calm.

“Did he try to get you to leave with him, Sabby?” Preston asked. “Did he come onto you?”

“No, to both.” Sabby didn’t sound particularly happy about one or both of those things. “I thought he was sexy, but he told me I was a kid who shouldn’t be looking at him ‘like that’. Whatever that meant.”

Preston had a good idea what Cliff had meant. Sabby had been downright ebullient when they’d got there, and it apparently hadn’t all been from the junk-food high. He didn’t get the attraction, but if Sabby thought a kind of scuzzy-looking rough guy like Cliff was cute, well, to each their own.

Nischal wasn’t happy about it. His anger was coming through loud and clear via the mental connection he and Preston shared. “He’s too old and too—” Nischal stopped and looked at Preston for help.

Preston shook his head. “I can’t help you out there. Sabin’s the same age you are. He’s an adult, and he’s attracted to whoever he’s attracted to.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Nischal muttered.

Preston patted his back. “I am on your side, but I won’t lie to you just to make you feel better.”

“Thank you, Preston.” Sabby stood and began dusting the powdered sugar from his clothes. “And thank you again for the food and drinks.” Sabby burped and rubbed his stomach. “We never had food like this back home.”

Preston wrinkled his nose as Sabin gathered the trash up. “That’s probably a good thing. It’s not healthy.”

“It’s still delicious. I think I liked the orange cheesy things the most. Or the white doughnuts. Yum.” Sabby smacked his lips together then sighed. “I kind of don’t feel so well, though.”

“You might want to make use of the facilities again,” Preston offered, pointing a thumb over his shoulder. “We have a lot of driving to do still.”

Sabby tossed the garbage in the can. “Are we going to the address of the people Cliff told me about?”

“No,” Nischal snapped at the same time that Preston said, “I don’t know.”

They glared at each other for a moment then Nischal grunted and looked away.

Preston asked Sabby, “What exactly did Cliff tell you? How long was he here, even?”

“For a few minutes while you two were being noisy,” Sabby informed him. “I don’t know whether to be grossed out or jealous.”

“Neither,” Preston told him. “Just forget you heard anything. What did Cliff say?” he repeated.

“He said he’d helped out a snow leopard shifter down in Texas, a guy named Wesley Ward. I didn’t know there were other kinds of shifter,” Sabby said as he looked in the direction Cliff had driven off in. “I didn’t even know there were more of our kind of shifters. I guess I just thought we were the last.”

“Mom said there were others,” Nischal pointed out. “She wouldn’t have lied to us.”