Page 22 of A Cougar's Kiss
Keller knew it was almost morning. Not because the sun was rising, the tinted windows didn’t allow him to see any signs of sunlight. And he didn’t possess an internal clock. He could sleep for however long he wanted and wake when he was ready. He was certain it was almost morning because his dick was rock hard and the immediate urge to either fuck or piss was weighing upon him like a ton of boulders.
He rolled over from his side to his back and dropped an arm over his forehead. The other arm stretched downward, his hand immediately going between his legs to his hardened length. There was no need to close his eyes and imagine, he could see her in his mind’s eye at any given time. Her scent infiltrated every fiber of his being and the feel of her moist tightness sliding along his shaft was forever emblazoned in his memory. So, the first stroke of his hand from his base to the tip of his length was a blissfully painful one that had him gasping with the shocks of pleasure that immediately soared through his body.
The next stroke had him lifting slightly from the bed as his hips sought to intensify the ardent sensations rippling through him. He squeezed his length, moving his wrist in a circular motion as he worked from the bottom and up to the tip again and again. His lips were parted slightly, his breath coming in slow, steady pants as he worked himself to a fevered pitch.
She was deep and tight, wet, so wet he’d slipped easily inside of her and almost drowned once he was fully ensconced. Her thighs were strong against his and when he spread her legs wide the sound of her sucking his dick in, releasing, sucking him back in again was intoxicating. Pre-cum dripped over his fingers as his hand reached the tip again, squeezing so tightly he gasped at the blast of pleasure. He was moving his hips in earnest now, pumping into his hand just like he had into her pussy, searching for release. Keller’s teeth were clenched as his wrist continued to circle, his hand jerking his dick until he wanted to roar out in ecstasy.
“Do you not want me again?”
Her voice was quiet like the wind, whispering through the haze of arousal that shrouded him and Keller’s whole body froze.
“I’ve been lying here for hours thinking of why I want you again, how intense and unfamiliar the feeling of desire is to me,” she continued. “It’s new and yet I feel like it’s always been there…waiting for you.”
He cursed inwardly. A part of him knew she was there, lying on the other side of the big bed and another part wanted that to be a dream. If it were, then he wouldn’t feel like such an ass for taking her virginity and then dragging her above ground to where things were promised to become chaotic. It had been a selfish move, one he wasn’t proud of, but one he also had to accept, especially since she’d just caught him jerking off.
“I want sex.” The words were rough and impersonal as they tumbled from his mouth, his hand slipping slowly from his dick to rest on the bed beside him. “Shadow Shifters love sex. It’s a part of our DNA, a need we constantly required to be slaked.”
“So, you can have sex with anyone, anytime and anyplace?”
How did she manage to make the basic truth sound sordid and pathetic?
“We can assuage the need by any means necessary.”
And how did he accomplish sounding like a foolish ass so early in the damn morning?
“I can help you slake your need. I mean, I thought we were good together before. Didn’t you think so too?”
Her innocence was killing him. It was seeping inside of his body, breaking through cracks he hadn’t known existed and settling quickly like cement. He wanted to curse at the implications because he’d sworn, vowed, forced his cat and the man who ruled it, to understand the limitations. They were not like other shifters, their life had been hard, disappointments and heartache plentiful. They were put here for a specific purpose and getting tangled into emotional connections, mating, joining, none of that was on the agenda for them.
“I want to make you feel good,” she whispered and then she moved.
He could hear her easing across the bed even though he refused to turn his head to look at her. Once again, she was speaking no lies, Shya could definitely make him feel good. She’d done it before on that conference table and then again just a few hours ago as she’d settled so easily in his arms. Cocooned against him Keller had fallen into a sleep so deep and peaceful he hadn’t wanted to wake. But his eyes had popped open and he’d rolled all the way over to the other end of the bed the second his cat reached out for hers while the humans slumbered. Now, he was afraid even his human was reaching out for hers, and she was answering, willingly, temptingly.
“I won’t touch you in that way until you tell me to, Shya.” He’d sworn that to himself months ago. It was the only way he could get a hold on the temptation she posed each time he saw her—forbidding himself to touch what was not his, what should not belong to him, ever. And for three months it had worked, until she’d asked and given him permission and then he’d been helpless to the desire.
“Touch me, please, Keller. Touch me…now.” The soft-spoken words were followed with a light kiss to his shoulder, the warm stroke of her tongue over his skin and a spear of desire so sharp it pricked another crack inside of him, splitting it open so deep until he had no other choice but to gasp for air.
In the next moment he was reaching for her, pulling those sexy shorts down her hips. She wiggled her legs with his motions until her feet slipped free of the material. The thin slip of silk that served as her panties went next and while he let his fingers move over the crotch section, his cat growling loudly at the moistness he felt in the material, she removed her shirt. He dropped the panties somewhere on the bed and removed his boxers, clasped his hands around her waist and lifted her on top of him. Her palms went to his chest, fingers immediately digging into his skin.
“I won’t be able to stop,” he ground out each of the words still feeling compelled to warn her, to give her any opportunity to put an end to this madness.
“I won’t want you to,” she replied in a breathy whisper.
She straddled him now, reaching her hand between their bodies to grasp his dick, stroking it up and down in a softer fashion than he’d been doing only moments before.
“This is new to you, so I’ll try to go slow this time. I didn’t before and I’m sorry.”
He felt like he was babbling, but he couldn’t stop the words from flowing. His body was reacting to hers, his cat ready to once again attempt to link with hers. Keller was struggling to keep some semblance of control over this insane situation.
“I don’t want you to go slow, I want you right now!” She slammed her hips down over his length screaming out as his thickness stretched her wide and fast.
“Fuck!” The one word didn’t seem to cover how potent and phenomenal the quick punch of lust felt when her warmth was surrounding him.
Now it was his fingers digging into her skin as she settled over him. His eyes had closed tightly, bright bursts of light exploded behind his lids as he tried to grasp the blinding pleasure now soaring through him. When she began circling her hips slowly, he opened his eyes to look up at her. Because he wore his cat’s eyes always Keller had no problem seeing in the dark room and what he saw was glorious to behold.
Her hair was a wild mass surrounding her face, sexy as hell didn’t quite do it justice. Amber eyes shimmered with specks of yellow gold as her cat peeked onto the scene. Lips of a medium thickness were parted slightly as she breathed in and pushed out air. The slim line of her neck led his gaze down to the tips of her dark brown nipples standing in erect peaks. She was leaning over him, long arms holding her up as her hips moved in a sinuous fashion.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” Again, words were just falling from his mouth without any coherent thought or consideration.
