A Jaguars Touch (6 page)

“Fucking gorgeous,” he crooned, cupping and molding her.

He worked his thumb and forefingers over her nipples, pinching lightly then plucking at them. Her nails scraped over his taut abdomen, leaving a trail of red marks in their wake, and he retaliated by giving her nipples a twist that had her crying out. She dug deep, and he knew he’d be wearing the crescent shape of her nails embedded in his skin for a long while. It only made him hotter.

She shoved against him, catching him off guard and had him stepping back and adjusting his stance to keep them both from falling. She took full advantage, and he grinned when he found their positions reversed. The hellcat in her wasn’t as reserved in using her teeth on him. She nipped and bit at his chest, catching his nipple and biting down before tugging at it. He moved his hands, but she caught them. Holding his gaze, she pressed them against the door at his side.

“Keep them there,” she ordered. “Let me touch you.”

He squinted at her through lowered lashes then nodded. “Just remember, I expect to have an equal turn.”

“I’m counting on it,” she said and those wicked fingers of hers slid back down his chest and stomach until she snagged them in the waistband of his jeans.

She dropped one hand lower, squeezing his shaft through the denim and rubbing her palm over him. The other hand reached for the snap, and she tortured them both as she fumbled to get it undone. It popped free, and she slowly eased down the zipper. She wet her lips, puffs of air fanning his skin as her breathing accelerated.

“You’re more than a handful, definitely more than a mouthful,” she purred.

“You can handle it,” he assured her.

“Oh, I know,” she said.

She used both hands to jerk the material wide and reached inside to grip him with her palm, tugging his shaft free.

“Fuck, yeah,” she moaned and fell to her knees. She licked and kissed the scratches on his stomach before nuzzling his dick against her cheek.

He dropped one hand atop her head and clenched his fingers in her soft curls as her breath bathed his cock.

“Don’t tease me,” he ordered.

She glanced up at him, and her eyes were like dancing blue flames. He was beyond ready to burn.

“Suck it,” he demanded.

She chuckled, and he tightened his grip in her hair. Her chuckle cut off as she gritted her teeth and whimpered softly. He tried to loosen his grip, tried to ease the animal riding him, but it was a fine line he was walking. He leaned his head back, fighting for control. It shouldn’t be this difficult. He’d never had to struggle this much to maintain dominance over his beast. It had to be…

Her lips enclosed his cockhead, and his brain ceased to function. She suckled on him, and his whole world became centered around the warmth of her mouth. She moaned, and the sound vibrated down his shaft and tickled his balls.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “Suck my dick.”

She moaned again, sucking as she took more of his shaft into her mouth. She stopped only when he tapped the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, the contraction squeezing the head and leaving him swearing and sweating.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

She kept working his cock, bobbing on it as she gripped his jeans and pulled them down until they caught on his thighs. She wrapped one hand around his balls, fondling and rubbing while she used the other to help her pleasure his cock. He rocked into her, fucking the sweet heat of her mouth.

He closed his eyes, rolling his head along the door as she ravaged him. He needed to make her stop or their first time was going to be him spilling his cum down her throat. She took him into her throat again, and he bit down on his bottom lip until he tasted blood.

“Ease up,” he said, tugging on her hair.

She locked her teeth just under the head of his cock, and he glared down at her.

“Bite my fucking dick and our fun ends here, hellcat,” he warned.

She let up and swirled her tongue around him before releasing his cock with a loud pop.

“I want you naked,” he said. “I want you spread out on that bed so I can lick you from head to toe.”

Her heated blue eyes clashed with his gaze as he watched her lust spike higher. She gripped his thighs and used them to pull herself up from her knees.

“Just for the record,” she said as she backed away from him toward the large bed they’d yet to make it to.

“When I get naked…” She unfastened the button on her jeans and slid down the zipper.

“And you get your mouth on me…” She stopped, quickly unzipping her boots on each side and kicking them aside.

He’d worried it would take forever to unlace them. He liked the hidden zipper, much easier. Still watching him, she bent down to tug off her socks until he saw bright red toenails peeking out. Another feminine trait she kept from other’s eyes.

“When you’re tasting me…” She shoved her jeans to her ankles and stepped out, making him catch his breath at the sight of her in nothing but a black swatch of lace that hid little from his gaze. Her thumbs hooked in the sides of her panties as her knees hit the edge of the bed.

“I’m not going to ask you to stop before I come.”

He’d stalked after her across the room, and his hands grasped her wrists before she could remove the material from her hips.

“When I get my lips on you.” He ripped the sides of the lace and watched her pupils dilate as her panties dropped to the floor, leaving her naked.

“My tongue inside you,” he continued and gave her a nudge that had her gasping as she fell back on the bed.

He made quick work of the rest of his clothes and crawled over her until he had her caged beneath him.

“I promise I won’t stop until you scream my name,” he vowed and leaned in to slowly sip from her lips.

She lifted her arms and reached for his shoulders, but he pulled back with a shake of his head. “Above your head,” he ordered. “Keep them there.”

She panted, swallowed then eased them over her head and crossed them at her wrists. His gaze dropped to her lush tits and the way they lifted and seemed to beg for his touch. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and captured her nipple with his teeth.

“Gideon,” she moaned.

The sound of her voice pulled him back from the line he’d almost crossed. Using his teeth wasn’t wise when his animal was so close to the surface, not when his beast found Vic’s scent so seductive.

He replaced the grip of his teeth with that of his lips and sucked greedily at the ripe berry. He popped off one, leaving it red and swollen and moved quickly to the other. He only lifted his head again when he felt her fingers in his hair.

“Don’t make me tie you up,” he warned and barely stopped himself from nipping the bottom curve of her breast.

He watched until her hands were back above her head once more then began making his way down her body. He trailed his fingertips and tongue over her quivering stomach, across to her hip then skimmed them along the inside of her leg until he reached those sexy red toenails. He ran his tongue over them before moving to the arch of her other foot. He peppered kisses over it and began working his way back toward the juncture of her thighs. This time when he reached the heated core of her, he zeroed in, running his tongue along the center of her plump folds, gathering her cream. He glanced up her body, loving the way her head was lifted to watch him while her hands stayed exactly where he wanted them.

“Spread your thighs wider for me,” he commanded and moved between them as soon as she did.

He braced one hand across her hips and spread her open with the other so he could see the tight bud of her clit, swollen and eager for his touch. He flicked it with his tongue, rubbing over and around it while she moaned. Her thighs quivered as she moved them restlessly. He continued playing with her, wanting to see how far she’d let him go.

He got his answer when she tightened her thighs around him, giving his shoulders a warning squeeze that had his cock throbbing against the mattress.

“Eat it or move your ass up and slam that cock deep inside me. I don’t fucking care. Just make me come.”

He chuckled and reached up to catch her hand before she could latch her fingers in his hair again. This was what he’d been waiting for. He brought her digits to her pussy and placed them over where his held her open to his view.

“Keep it spread,” he ordered and moved his hand, never doubting she would obey.

He didn’t waste any more time. He wrapped his lips tightly around the swollen bud he’d toyed with and thrust two fingers into her channel. She lifted her hips up, pressing her sex harder against his mouth. He flattened his tongue and rubbed briskly while pumping his fingers hard and fast. He could hear the way her breath caught as she panted, reaching for the orgasm he could feel her approaching.

“Let go,” he murmured between licks. “Let me taste your cream.”

“Ahhh,” she cried out, and she moved her other hand, gripping his hair as she fucked his fingers and tongue.

He released her clit and replaced his fingers with his mouth as she broke. He lapped the juices spilling from her, thrusting his tongue in and swirling it around her clenching channel in his quest for more.

“Gideon,” she moaned, tugging at his hair.

He could feel her trembling in the aftermath. He should give her time, but he rode the fine edge between man and beast, and there was only one way to retain control. He rose onto his knees between her thighs and thrust deep. They both groaned, and he wondered if it felt as good to her as it did to him.

“I can’t be slow and easy,” he warned, meeting her gaze, his arms shaking as he fought to hold still just a bit longer.

“I didn’t ask you to,” she replied and ran her hands down his sides until she clenched her nails into his ass. “Fuck me.”

“Yesss,” he hissed and began a hard and fast rhythm.

He pounded into her and felt the beast ease as she relaxed under him, absorbing every firm stroke and undulating with the need for more. He leaned his head back, jaw clenched as he fought to stave off the orgasm tickling his balls, threatening to take him under. He needed her to come first, wouldn’t allow for his own release until she did.

“Slip you finger down,” he urged. “Touch yourself. Make that tasty pussy come all over my dick.”

She followed his command willingly, sliding her hand down to her clit. Both their gazes followed, and he gritted his teeth as he felt the first flutters of her orgasm in the tightening of her channel around his pummeling shaft.

“Gideon.” She moaned his name as she came again.

He slammed deep and held there as his cock jerked and filled her with hot splashes of his seed. He lowered his torso from bracing on his palms to his elbows so he could brush his lips along her jaw and across her shoulder. He had a moment of panic when he saw the trace of blood on her skin. It was only then he realized he’d bitten his lip again.

“You’re bleeding,” she said and swiped her thumb across his bottom lip.

He reached up and caught her hand with his, bringing the digit to his lips and sucking it clean before leaning over and dropping his head down at her side. He lay there for a minute, hoping his weight didn’t crush her while he caught his breath. Her arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly while her panting breath bathed his shoulder. Finally, he mustered the energy to roll off her and ended on his side, facing her. There was something in her gaze that gave him pause. Did she regret her choice to have him?

“What’re you thinking?” he asked, and even he could hear the hard growl of his tone. His body tensed as he waited for her to say something that would mean it was time for him to go.

“It’s a little late, but we should probably discuss the whole no condom thing,” she said.

He heaved a sigh and barely contained a smile. She’d just been thoroughly fucked by a shifter and lack of birth control was her concern. “I didn’t think about it. Shifters don’t carry sexual diseases. I can’t give you any or get any from you.”

Her fist slammed out and punched him in the stomach. “I don’t have any diseases, thank you.”

“I didn’t mean you did,” he said and caught her fist when she would have hit him again. “I didn’t. I swear. I was just letting you know. I’m clean.” He’d never had a conversation like this before, but then Vic was the first non-shifter he’d been with.

“So am I,” she said. “I’ve always made sure the guy suited up. I had a clean bill of health when I discharged from the service. Haven’t been with anyone since.”

It made him feel better that she’d been as lost in the sex as he had. Hell, one taste of her and he’d forgotten to think. All he’d been able to do was feel.

“I can’t get you pregnant,” he said, wondering if that might be another concern. “Only mates can get pregnant, and only when the female is in heat.”

“We’re not mates,” she said, and he nodded in agreement.

“Should we stop?” he asked. “Until we get protection?”

“I like the feel of you,” she admitted, meeting his gaze. “I understand the appeal of skin on skin.”

“Are you saying you’re ready for another round?” he asked.

Her glance dropped to his crotch and his dick bobbed a greeting.

“Someone has stamina,” she murmured.

“This is nothing,” he assured her.

“Oh, really?” she challenged. “How many times do you think you can handle, stud?”

“Six,” he said. “Maybe seven depending on how long you need to rest in between.” And how long it took him to work the lust for her out of his system.

She laughed then shook her head as he watched her with lifted brow.

“Holy shit!” she cried. “You’re serious.”

“Unless you can’t take it,” he said. “I’ll stop if you need me to.”

He watched the fire of challenge ignite in her eyes and managed to keep the grin teasing his lips hidden. He loved the way she met him head on, refusing to back down. He’d have to watch her, though, make sure she didn’t push herself past her physical limits just to try and prove herself the superior of the two of them. He would be sorry to leave her when the time came for them to go their separate ways.

“Bring it on, cat boy,” she said.