“You are not fucking telling me you put that hot goddamned pan on my fucking table without a fucking trivet are you! What the fuck, man!" Jacks storms around the bar and grabs severaldish towels out of a drawer, while yelling over his shoulder. “That is no way to treat natural wood you fucking savage!”
Candice busts out laughing so hard she doubles over, hands on knees…and I wonder if I can get her to laugh that hard later…in the nest…while not wearing pants.
Xan shakes his head, takes the cake and leaves, setting it on the server before going to console Jacks, and look up videos on how to repair scorched wood. I get back to my feet, and offer her my arm to lead her to dinner.
Candice is a good cook. She says she got used to cooking when she lived with her Grandpa, and it was always harder to just do it for herself when she could nuke a frozen burrito. She also jokes that this is the reason she’s squishy, and I growl at her self depreciation, she’s beautiful just the way she is.
Gabe is on dish duty, though it’s more in penance to Jacks and the table than anything else. Soon after dinner and welcome-home cake, we retire to the couch. There is another anime on–this one has a talking cat in a tophat, and I seriously have no idea how my Kitten finds all these strange movies, but maybe I need to broaden my horizons.
After food has time to settle, I lead Candice upstairs to wash all the hospital smells off of my skin, and make sure she knows just how attractive I find her.
I pull her towards the nest bathroom. It doesn’t have the biggest shower, that’s downstairs, but it should still fit us, and it has all her favorite soaps. I want her relaxed and boneless in my hands, so I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her comfortable.
She likes her water hot, but not turned all the way up, so I toss a couple of towels in the warmer and then get the shower started. Once the room starts to fog up, I hit the fan and turn the water temperature down, barely one eighth of a turn, just how she likes it. I strip out of my own clothes, and throw them at the hamper. I want to undress her too, but it looks like she beat me to it, this time, and when I turn around the rest of the room melts away. All I can see is her.
My feet move on their own, crossing the room in two long strides. I wrap my arms around her, picking her up so I can taste her. My lips crash into hers, and her tongue thrusts into my mouth. Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this. Small chaste kisses, little pecks on the cheek or lips as I was leaving for work or getting home, but this, I need this. I curl my hand under her ass and stabilize her against my chest. She is making little whimpering moans into my mouth as she nips and sucks against my lips. My cock is already so fucking hard, and I try to keep her lifted above it, because any friction right now is going make me come.
Her hands wrap in my hair, pulling and tugging, twisting my head to the angle she wants so she can devour me. Her core is hot against my stomach, and the scent of her slick is heavy in the room, as she slides her hips back and forth over my abs, seeking her own friction. I move my fingers forward, circling her thigh, and giving her something hard to grind on. I groan into her mouth and she swallows it down, shaking in my arms.
Did she…did she just come on my abs?
Her body relaxes against mine, rocking against me but no longer frantic. Her head tilts back and her expression is sheepish.
“Sorry alpha, I’ve been stressed I couldn’t, um, finish lately. Sorry." I laugh and kiss her hair, I release my grip and let her slide down my body, hissing at the slick friction as she slides over my erection. “Soon,” I assure it.
Grinding against her before I release her to get clean. I do a quick scrub on my hair, then pull her under the spray with me so I can wash her hair, it curls around my fingers, and I really want to wrap my hand around it, pull her head back, and ravage her mouth some more, but clean first. I get her rinsed and conditioned, then grab her soap and get all my important bits. I’m going to smell like a peach orchard after this, but if she doesn’t mind, then I don’t care either.
Once I’m clean, I kneel in front of her…and tilt her head back to remove the conditioner. Then I put her hands on my shoulders so I can reach down and wash her feet, making sure I get her tiny little toes, up the calves, tracing my hands up theinside of her thighs slowly. By the time I get to the top and pull my hands away her breathing has gotten heavy and rough…and she tips her head out of the water to give me a dirty look when I set her foot down and move to the other leg. Same procedure, wash her foot, rubbing my thumbs into the arch, gentle pressure to relax her while I get her clean. My big soapy hands up over the calf, swirling behind the knee…she jerks and giggles…I guess her knees are ticklish. I file that away for later. I stop just at the top of her thigh again, earning me another annoyed glare.
Still on my knees, we are close to the same height. I tilt her head back, make sure the conditioner is out, and then start soaping her neck and shoulders. I want to avoid the sensitive spots, tease her by not touching them, shoulders, stomach, around the outside edge of each breast, avoiding her nipples. Being this close to them, is torture. All I want to do is lean down and draw them into my mouth, circling my tongue over the stiff tips. Pulling and rolling with my tongue…fuck I’m leaking pre-come, thank fuck we’re in the shower.
If I were here alone, I would take care of this now, just touching her is the sweetest torture, but I’m already so close, and I need to draw this out to make sure she gets at least a few more, because I know I won’t be able to last once I’m inside her. Orgasm denial has never been a kink for me, but I can sometimes see the appeal. Today is not one of those days…I’m so hard, I feel like I could fuck my way through a concreteblock right now.
Once we’re both cleaned, I pull the towels out of the warmer and bundle her up, and wrap another one around her hair. Originally I planned to go for the full pampering experience, and smooth lotion all over her, but I don’t have the patience for that right now, and with how she is leaking slick, neither does she…plus, it would taste terrible, and I need to lick her.
Towel around my own hips, I scoop her into my arms and make my way back to the nest. She’s rubbing her thighs together and whimpering. I finish blotting all the water off of her skin, drawing this out, and I want to whimper right along with her as my hands trace over her skin. I don’t want to leave the damp towels on her, I don’t want her to catch a chill, but her skin is so warm…too warm actually.
Is she getting sick? She was at the hospital a lot with us, maybe she picked up a bug.
“Kitten, do you feel ok?” I put my hand on her forehead, and yeah, she is definitely running a fever.
Fuck my life. I can’t seem to seduce her, my timing is just shit every fucking time.
Suddenly it registers that she hasn’t replied. I cup her face and look closely in the dim light of the nest. Her face and chest are flushed, her eyes glassy, and her whimpers have become a steady whine in her chest.
“Kitten, Kitten, look at me.” I tilt her face, trying to get her attention. “Kitten, how long did the doctor say it would take your heat to start after you stopped taking the suppressants?" I’m swinging madly between terrified and overjoyed. I want herto be in heat, but not until she’s ready, and she thought she had a few more days.
Her thighs rub together, and the scent of her perfume is making me light headed. It’s stronger now, and so sweet.
“Hurts.” It’s a whisper, barely a breath, but I hear it.
“What hurts, what can I do Candice?" I know I sound angry, I’m not angry, I’m just worried, and I want to help, but I don’t want to do anything she’s not comfortable with.
“Please, Leo…alpha, please. Make it stop." She paws at my towel, loosening the knot until I look like a fucking coat-rack with that damned thing hanging off my erection. If she wasn’t so needy right now, I would be embarrassed. But, she does need me, and I lean her back against the nest.
“Shh, Shhh. It’s ok. I’ll help, just relax." I stare down at her, laying at the edge of the mattress, her legs draped over the side.
I slide between them, stretching them gently, and draping them over my shoulders so I can finally see her. Her thighs are covered in slick, and her pussy lips are all pink and swollen. I should at least let Gabe know that she’s going into heat early…but after…after I help her. I lean forward and lick the slick off of her thighs. A loud groan erupts from my chest. Fuck she tastes so good.
