How Not to Date a Skunk (4 page)

She slid down lower, breaking his grip on her body as she finally came face-to-face with his cock. It was beautiful, thick and pale, a little darker than his golden skin and topped with a heart-shaped head peeking from a short foreskin. She had seen and had been with uncut men before, but it was always a thrill, as they seemed a tad more sensitive than their cut brothers.

She reached out and gripped his base with her right hand, her left going to the wet knob of his head, her finger tracing his slit, spreading the leaking fluid around.

Then she looked up at him and froze, as those black eyes seemed to stare right into her soul.

He was beautiful. He was sexy. He was waiting for her to make the next move.

And she was not one to keep him waiting for long.

Still holding his gaze with her own, she lowered her head and lapped around his crown. Powerful flavors exploded on her tongue. He was slightly salty, but the sweetness of him overwhelmed the other flavors.

She licked him again, almost like lapping melting ice cream from the cone before it made a mess of your hands. And she did it again and again until his hips were thrusting up. But his eyes stayed locked to hers.

It was exciting, thrilling, being watched like this. Bilana felt her pussy grow even wetter, the inner muscles clenching around nothing, feeling so empty.

She wanted to be filled, but first she wanted her fill of him. She wanted more of his pre-cum in her mouth; she wanted to roll the flavors around and then kiss him to see what he tasted like mixed with her. So she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and sucked him down as deep as she could get him.

He spat something in a language she couldn’t understand, but the hand tugging at her hair made his pleasure known. He had fistfuls of her hair in his hands and was shallowly thrusting his hips upwards, like he didn’t want to hurt or choke her. And Bilana appreciated the sentiment, but she wanted it rough.

She brought her hands down and gripped his ass, pulling him forward until he began to slowly fuck her face, and she moaned her joy in the act. He slid across her

tongue, sweet and thick and hot, like candy apples and other sweet, sticky things. She could feel every ridge and bump of his cock, felt the rounded head and used her tongue to tease under his foreskin, all the while sucking for all that she was worth.

“Bilana.” He was panting, chanting her name as his hips and her mouth worked rhythmically.

She could feel his balls on her chin, their softness making her want to suck his cock all the harder. She freed one hand from his ass to cup them, to tug them, to feel them rolling in their soft sac.

Yes, this was good for him, but it was making her ever so horny!

“Enough,” he gasped finally, and Bilana let him go with a pop as he pulled her up his body.

His mouth slammed down on hers, and she got her wish, tasting them together as the flavors of their sex combined into a beautiful, earthy mix. And he was moaning, his eyes closed as he lapped at her face, her lips, her neck, nibbling and gasping, his breath hot against her skin before he broke the kiss.

She called his name once, and then she found herself face-first over the edge of the couch, an arm under her stomach, presenting her ass and pussy in the perfect position for him to fuck.

She reached back and grabbed handfuls of his silky hair, pulling until his body covered her, his knees on the outside of hers, his hard cock pressed hotly against her hungry pussy.

“Fuck me now!” She didn’t get a chance to say anything else, for he fitted the head of his cock against her pussy, and in one strong push, he was inside her body.

God, it was a tight fit, he was so large. But it was good, a beautiful stretching burn that melted into the purest of pleasures. She whimpered, and he ground himself deep, his hands gripping her ass, kneading her flesh, pulling her open for his possession.

“Mine!” he growled, as he pulled back to slam inside her again, going deep and hard and just so fucking right. “Mine, mine, mine!”

And she fully agreed with him as she tried her best to fuck herself back on him.

But her position on the couch and his controlling hands made that impossible. So she rested, panting, and hung on for the ride of her life.

“Bilana, so beautiful, so hot, so tight!” He lowered his head and buried his face in her neck, licking at her skin.

She moaned, her head dropping as her body jerked and danced in his hands, reveling in his possession of her. She could feel his ridges rubbing along her walls, massaging her, making her nerves awaken with fire as sexual tension built and built within her.

She was writhing, yanking on his hair, tears filling her eyes as each pounding thrust stole her breath. She felt it in her thighs, in her toes as they curled, her stomach as the muscles tightened, behind her closed eyes as the world seemed to still, to freeze.

And then a riot broke out within her, her muscles jumping and spasming, clenching around his hard cock as her climax ripped through her.

In the midst of all this ecstasy, she felt his rhythm stutter, felt him grind himself deep, felt his teeth clamp onto her shoulder before he groaned his release, his cock vibrating as he shot spurt after spurt of liquid heat deep within her.

It was like that was the signal for her body to relax. The maelstrom of her orgasm released her, and she slumped against the sofa arm, only to feel him pull out and roll her over to face him.

He had a desperately relaxed look on his face as he examined her, her swollen lips, her heaving chest, her wild tangle of hair, and then he kissed her.

It was a gentle kiss as his tongue ran over the crease of her lips begging for entrance, which she happily gave. And then he was gentling her, crooning softly, running his hands over her face, nuzzling her.

Damn, Bilana thought. She had never felt more content in her life.

It looked like this thing with him was going to be big.

“So… mate?” she asked, curling herself deeper into his arms, nestling her head against his chest.

“Mate,” he agreed, laughter in his voice. But for what he’d just done, yeah, he’d earned every chuckle.

“Why me?”

“Why not?” He lifted his head to stare down at her.

“I’m not Indian,” she pointed out.

“Wow!” He widened his eyes comically. “I had no idea. Not an Indian, you say?

You tricked me, you lying hussy.”

She buried her face in his neck to hold in her snort of laughter. “I thought you would be drawn to someone of your culture, Chaska.” She snuggled closer, throwing one of her legs over his hips, smiling as his hand automatically began caressing her thigh as if her skin was the most fascinating thing ever.

“I am drawn to the one who is most perfect for me.” He spoke absently as his hand traveled higher, up and over her thigh to caress her ass.

“But I will never look or act like the other members of your tribe.”

“Vanity is a failing with man,” he pointed out, sounding more and more distracted. “I learned that lesson from my ancestor and her vainglorious ways. I refuse to take that same route.”

“So it’s not because you think I am hot.”

“Oh, you are definitely hot. That is not an issue.”

“Then…”

“Bilana, you are not special to the outside world, but you are special to me.”

“How?” She had no idea why she was persisting in this line of questioning, but there had to be some reason he’d chosen her when he’d had about fifteen alternatives sitting around that sacred circle, waiting for him.

“You… Your smell,” he admitted softly.

“My smell?”

“You smell delicious, Bilana. You are kind and patient. Your independence shows in your scent, and that is so attractive to me. You have no idea.”

“But you know nothing else about me.”

“I can learn, as you learn about me.”

He had a point there. There was something about the man. He was beautiful; there was no doubt about that. But there was something else. It was like she could reach out and touch his soul. It was a heady thing, a beautiful thing, something she realized she would never grow out of. Yeah, she could get used to this.

“Learn about you?” She grinned. “That could take some time.”

“A lot of time,” he breathed, moving closer to her.

Without a thought, she spread her legs, making a place for him between them, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let’s get to know each other again.”

“And again.” He purred, settling himself between her legs, pressing his hardening cock against her pussy, thrilling at the damp welcome he was receiving.

“And again…”

They both reached between her legs, gripped his shaft, pressed the head against her wet lips.

“Oh, yeah.” She purred as he slid fully inside her, as deep as he could go, both of them shuddering at the sensation.

“Yeah.” He rose to his knees, gripped her hips and positioned her at the perfect point before he pulled back and slammed himself home. “Forever, beautiful. We have forever.”

Her screams of delight filled the night sky and continued until a new day was ushered in along with the strength of their passions.

*

She awoke to bright sunshine, a tingling soreness between her legs, and an empty bed.

Before she could even begin to panic, she looked over and saw a note lying on the pillow beside her head.

I called for a car. Gone back to the reservation to retrieve my regalia and my personal belongings. I will be back soon. While I’m gone, think about breakfast and where we go next. We have a lot to discuss about the future, but know that no matter where you go, I will be going with you.

Love,

Chaska

“Love.” She chuckled. It was so soon to use the word, but somehow she believed him. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her… She shivered in remembrance and ran her fingers over the lips he had so recently pressed against his in passion and in love. Thinking about him made her nipples hard.

And that thought was so far from romantic that she burst out in giggles before she rose, determined to take a shower and be ready for him and whatever they decided to do in the future.

She was employed, but what did a skin walking skunk do for a living? She was not going to give up her job or her travel, so would that be a problem between them?

Would he expect her to sit at home and have little… what did skunks call their young, anyway? With these and a million other questions running through her head, she climbed out of bed and reached for yesterday’s discarded shirt on the floor.

She had just finished pulling the oversized shirt over her head when a choking noise alerted her to the fact that she was not alone. She spun around and froze when she saw a strange man standing in her bedroom doorway.

“Fuck!” She screamed as he exploded into motion, rushing toward her with death in his eyes and his bare hands spread out and reaching for her.

But instead of running away, clothing or no clothing, Bilana met his charge with one of her own.

“Get out!” She shrieked as she hunkered down and dove at him, meaning to catch him in the middle and bowl him over onto his ass.

But he was strong. He met her charge and stopped it, wrapping both hands around her and tossing her across the room. She went flying, her eyes taking in the floor above her head right before she crashed into the wall. And then there was a fall of white hair in her face as he bent over her.

“You!” She gasped, trying not to curl up in pain as she struggled to calm her breathing. Her back was in spasms, and fear was making the reaction worse.

“You are not one of us.” He hissed, his handsome face broken down into a sneering visage of the skunk.

“Fuck — off!” She gasped as he reached for her again. But this time she managed to roll to her stomach and gain her feet.

She sprung up and backed against the wall. “Stupid,” she hissed at herself, as he realized she had literally backed herself in a corner.

He tossed his hair back and grinned at her. She smiled back, right before she lashed out at him, her bare foot slamming out to connect with his left knee.

His eyes widened in shock before he dropped, crying out once in agony and clutching at his knee with both hands. She was sure she felt his patella slip out of joint and was never more glad that she’d taken self-defense classes in her youth.

With him down, she didn’t stop to debate what to do next. She delivered one final kick to his head, shouting, “Bastard!” before she turned and ran from the room.

“Keys, keys, keys,” she muttered to herself, racing into her living room, then remembered she’d left them on the hall table.

She spun on her bare feet and was racing toward the front door when it slid open. She could not stop her cry of fright before she realized that it was Chaska walking inside.

“What?” His gaze darted around the room, his nostrils flaring.

With a low growl, he pushed her behind him. With narrowed eyes and his chest heaving in anger, he raced into the townhouse and skidded to a halt just inside the living room. There, standing in the doorway to the bedroom, was her attacker.

“What are you doing here?” Chaska growled, his hair bristling like an angry cat’s.

“She is not fit!” the younger warrior began, but an open-handed slap of disdain connected with the side of his face, knocking him into the side of the doorway, halting any other words he might have said.

He pressed a hand to his face, glowering as he rose to his full height. Then, in a blink of an eye, there was a tearing sound as his clothes fell from his body. His form blurred and faded and, quicker than she could blink, there stood a large skunk in her house.

“Really?” Chaska drawled, then there was another wet, tearing sound, and his clothes fell around him in tatters. Faster than the other skunk could move, Chaska shifted into his secondary form and was on the other skunk, claws tearing, teeth biting, his tail swaying as he tore at his victim.

Fur flew around the room as Bilana stood there in awe. There were two giant skunks battling in her living room. Part of her wanted to run screaming from this diabolical display, leaving behind her clothing and everything that had to do with these strange people. But another part of her wanted nothing more than to grab a video camera and film this win. For her lover was winning.