My Stray Cat

by Shelley Munro

  Smiling, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips, tasting myself on his breath. I liked it. The possessiveness inside flooded me with alarm but I ignored it, shoving the emotion away to pull out later when I was alone. Now wasn’t the time to worry. It was the time to celebrate, to live. I pressed my hand to the middle of his chest, exerting enough pressure to indicate he should lie back on the mattress. Once he was spread out before me, I licked my lips. When I noticed he was watching, I smacked my lips. “All the better to eat you.” I grinned at the startled expression on his face before concentrating on more important things. I gripped his shaft with my right hand, spreading lube while I teased him. He’d had his fun. Now it was my turn.

  His cock was longer than mine and not as thick. It felt fiery hot, searing my palm when I slid my hand up and down the shaft. His musky scent rose as arousal grew between us. I swallowed as my hand glided across his swollen flesh.

  “God, stop,” he pleaded, his chest heaving. “I won’t last if you keep doing that.” He shoved my hands away from his glistening cock.

  My heart pounded. I grabbed a condom and ripped open the foil packaging. A snort escaped. I’d greased his cock when a condom needed to go over the top. Well, damn. I’d have to lube him again. A real hardship.

  I rolled the condom on him and waited for Lucas to realize.

  “Fuck,” he swore softly, but my superior hearing caught the curse.

  “Took you long enough,” I goaded.

  “Hands off,” he snapped, batting my hands away from the bottle of lube. “Is it my fault the blood has rushed to our cocks?”

  We stared at each other, silence blooming. My bark of laughter broke the tension. “You trying to tell me we can’t think and have an erection at the same time?”

  “It’s what women think,” Lucas said. “Letty often informs me of this.”

  “We know better.”

  “Yeah.” He squeezed lube into his hands and rubbed it over his erection. He squeezed another dollop into the middle of his palm and looked at me, his eyes gleaming. “Your turn.”

  I moved to the middle of the bed and went up on hands and knees, the traditional mating position for feline. My heart pounded while my stomach quivered. It wasn’t often I allowed myself in the position to be dominated. For the first time I understood the female point of view, the trust involved. If Lucas tried any funny stuff, I’d sock him in the nose. A bloody nose taught respect.

  The mattress moved as Lucas shifted behind me. His hand glided across the curve of my buttocks, soothing rather than teasing. Maybe he understood my trepidation.

  “Are you sure you want this position?” His words confirmed it.

  Yeah, I was sure. Now. “I figure you’ll return the compliment.” The need that simmered through me flooded over into my voice.

  “I haven’t done it for anyone for a long time.”

  “Neither have I,” I murmured.

  Emotion floated between us even though it was early days. We’d clicked from the first moment we’d looked each other in the eye. I couldn’t have explained it if I’d wanted to, but it was there. Between us—the possibility of something more.

  Lucas widened my stance, running one hand between my legs when the other delved between my butt cheeks, smearing lube as he explored. The cool liquid was an icy shock on my hot skin. My cock lengthened, enjoyment rocketing the length of my body. His lips nuzzled my arse, the light graze of sharp teeth. His fingers stroked across my entrance, sending nerve endings twitching. The simmering pleasure deepened when he repeated the move.

  I bit back a groan as his fingers dipped inside, stretching and working me for his possession. Hell, although I’d experienced this before, enough to know I preferred the dominant position, this felt incredible.

  The bottle of lube wheezed again. An instant later cool gel flooded me. Lucas pushed a finger slowly inside, stroking and massaging. Exploring to discover what I liked, how I liked it. I pushed back against his finger, driving the digit deeper. It grazed my prostate, the surge of pleasure forcing a groan from me.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  Despite my confirmation, he didn’t repeat the move. His finger retreated. I glanced over my shoulder to see his look of concentration. This confirmed it wasn’t casual for him either. It made me fiercely glad, but hell, I wished he’d hurry. I felt empty. I needed…

  More lube. This time he pushed two fingers inside me, moving past the rings of muscle and beyond, stretching me. I breathed, savoring the pleasure of his touch along with the dark edge of pain. Blood pooled in my dick while my sac hardened to almost achy. Lucas made a passing sweep across the sensitive mass, making me suck in my breath. He pushed and retreated, pulling his fingers free. I trembled, knowing what was coming next. Sure enough, the tip of his cock pushed against my entrance. Lucas entered me, allowing me to adjust to the width of his cock and his possession.

  He groaned. “Fuck,” he muttered. “That is incredible.” He pushed deeper, and I groaned too. He was right. It felt freakin’ incredible. Lucas pulled mostly out before easing back inside again. He worked deep, in gradual strokes until he filled me. Finally he leaned forward and rested his chest against my back. He kissed the curve of my shoulder, a wet, sloppy kiss. When I protested, he nipped me, laughing and kissing me again—this time in the middle of my back.

  Lucas withdrew and slid back inside me. Easily this time. He surged and retreated, setting up a steady rhythm at the perfect angle. The head of his cock brushed my prostate, the sensitive gland sending shards of pleasure darting through me. I wrapped one hand around my cock, attempting to balance despite the increasing rapidity of Lucas’s thrusts.

  “Let me,” he said. He batted my hand away, waiting until I was on all fours again before gripping my cock in his fist. Lucas pressed another moist kiss to my spine while moving again. How he concentrated on thrusting and pumping, I have no idea. Sensations engulfed me, stealing my breath. My heart raced, flames of pleasure burning me up.

  Lucas increased the speed of his thrusts yet still kept the moves careful and easy to ensure he didn’t hurt me. My arse burned but in a good way. I moaned when he dragged his dick across my gland. I clenched my butt, pulling a dark sound from Lucas. It reverberated through me. Our sweat-sheened bodies clung together. The unbearable friction inside me grew even more. The muscles of my belly jumped and suddenly I was flying. My cock pulsed in jerky contractions, semen shooting over my chest and hitting the sheets.

  Lucas gave one more hard thrust before he froze, his harsh sound of animal enjoyment echoing inside the bedroom. He pulsed inside me. We both stilled, savoring the afterglow for long seconds. Then Lucas moved, pulling free from my body. I heard the stretch of latex as he removed the condom and turned, rolling over on my back to look up at my lover. Lucas stood and prowled into the en suite. I heard the running of water before he returned with a damp cloth, cleaning himself with thorough strokes.

  His slow, sexy smile smoked my insides. I knew just how he felt—contented, fulfilled and excited.

  “Come here,” I said, patting the sheet beside me.

  He came willingly enough before a grimace distorted his face. “Shit, did you have to give me the wet spot?”

  I offered him a sleepy grin. “We can take turns at that too.”

  Lucas seemed to consider because the lines in his face became more defined. He grinned suddenly. “Sounds fair.” He slithered closer, wrapping his arms around me in a loose embrace. We faced each other with a few inches between us. “Shall we seal it with a kiss?”

  He was a cuddler. I loved it since I was a closet cuddler too. Instead of answering, I kissed him, unhurried and easy until the buzz through my body ended up in my cock. I glanced toward the floor. Another hard-on. Amazing. I blinked, not ready to go another round yet. I pressed lazy kisses to his cheeks and eyelids before sucking on his bottom lip. No urgency. Just fun and togetherness. Lucas appeared amenable to the idea, and that pleased me. His hands glided
across my shoulders, the curve of my hip and skimmed over my rib cage while his lips tasted, licked and nibbled at my neck, my ears and finally my mouth again. I explored the sensitive column of his throat, grazing my teeth across a pulse point.

  “Do that again,” he said, not shy about directing me. I wasn’t so big-headed that I couldn’t take a little advice. I repeated the move, one hand moving across his shoulder before dipping to pinch the flat disk of his nipple into an aroused peak. He made a purring sound and moved even closer. Our lower bodies rubbed together, legs jostling and dicks rearing to attention.

  “Suck me off,” I suggested.

  His dark eyes gleamed. “Greedy.”

  “I thought I’d do you at the same time.” I waited for his decision. My body was loose and relaxed apart from my arse, which throbbed. I didn’t think I could take him again, not straightaway, but I wasn’t averse to other play.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Stay where you are.” I moved so I faced his groin and my feet were at the head of the bed.

  “Ah.” Lucas blew a stream of warm air over the head of my cock. Hot intent shone in his eyes when I caught his gaze.

  “You catch on quick.” Despite our casual conversation, tension choked the air without warning. Lucas reached out and caught my cock in his large hand. With a delicate brush of fingers, he stroked my shaft. He locked gazes with me again, his brows rising as if to suggest I was lagging. Couldn’t have that.

  I curled my hand around his cock and pumped, enough to grab his attention. He watched me lower my head and take the velvet tip into my mouth. His eyes darkened and the tight squeeze of his fingers on my dick told me it wouldn’t take much to drive him to the edge. I bathed his tip with saliva while I feathered delicate touches down to the base of his shaft.

  Lucas licked the head of my cock before taking me into his mouth and making a humming sound. The sensation spiraled to my balls. I wanted to thrust, but held myself still, knowing it’d be even better if I could hold back. I applied myself to Lucas, my finger brushing the seam between his cock and anus.

  Somehow, it turned into a competition to see who’d drive the other crazy first. I figured it didn’t hurt and grabbed the silent challenge with both hands. Although we kept the pace leisurely, arousal escalated. I sucked hard and Lucas did the same thing. Intense bursts of heat crawled across my skin as blood crowded into my cock. My head whirled at the sensations, the musky taste of Lucas and the length of him inside my mouth.

  A familiar low pressure gathered and hot spurts of cum shot from my cock. I set off a chain reaction since Lucas came a heartbeat later, convulsing in my mouth, semen shooting to the back of my throat. I swallowed, slowing my moves while I gave him the wet rasp of my tongue. Finally, we both relaxed. I pulled away and returned to lie beside Lucas. In silence, we wrapped our arms around each other and cuddled, the stubble on his jaw rubbing against my cheek. I fell asleep with a smile on my lips.

  Chapter Three

  Work took precedence for the next three days. Although tempted to blow off my job and spend the time with Lucas, I didn’t. My father’s fault this time. He’d stamped the work ethic on my psyche so I continued taking tourists on treks, pointing out the local flora and fauna. My footsteps were light and springy when I led my group of six trekkers into the car park where I’d left our transport back to the village. Finally the end of my work day arrived and my rostered days off had rolled around. Two days off and I was spending them with Lucas.

  Lucas was waiting at the office when we pulled up at the curb. Our gazes met for an instant and electricity surged through my body. We’d spent every night together but selfishly I wanted more.

  Lucas prowled toward me, his long strides covering the distance rapidly. “You free to go?”

  “Just need to drop the keys in the office and sign out.”

  “I have a surprise.” Lucas stepped from foot to foot, his expression diffident.

  “Yeah?”

  “You need to pack a bag. Leticia wants to spend a couple of days fly-fishing. She’s staying at Creel House Bed-and-Breakfast. I’ve booked us into a lodge near Lake Tekapo village.”

  Hell, I knew the lodge he meant since there was only the one. It was bloody expensive. Too expensive for me. “I—”

  “Don’t. Please. I can afford it,” Lucas said. “My hotel chain brings in good money.”

  A hotel chain. Hell. I frowned, wondering exactly how much money Lucas and Leticia possessed. “All right. We’ll take my vehicle,” I said, my tone brooking no opposition. I wanted to contribute something.

  * * * * *

  I woke the next morning curled around Lucas. For a moment, I lay there savoring the warmth and intimacy. Only three more days before Lucas and Leticia were heading for Dunedin and then on to Christchurch. Although we’d only known each other for a short time, I didn’t want Lucas to leave. I wanted to learn more of Lucas, the things he liked, the foods he disliked and everything else that made him tick. I wanted the intimate details, damn it.

  “You awake?” Lucas asked.

  “Yes.” Wide awake. My erection pulsed against the crack of his butt.

  Lucas chuckled, pushing back against me. I kissed his shoulder and ran my fingers through his hair, in no hurry to push things to their natural conclusion. The musky aroma of sex underlay Lucas’s natural scent. His chest rose and fell, the air whooshing out in a purr. It made pride swell in me, knowing he was happy and satisfied in my company. Cats didn’t purr unless they were contented.

  “We can go for a run later,” I suggested, keeping it casual. There was nothing I’d enjoy more than seeing Lucas in his feline guise and running together. My feline prickled beneath my skin at the suggestion. “Trek into the Alps, stow our gear and shift so we can run.”

  Another purr erupted from Lucas. “You know when you don’t shift for a while? Your skin itches and edginess sings through your bloodstream.” Lucas turned in my arms so we faced each other. “That’s me right now. I haven’t run since we stayed with the relatives in Perth. Right now, I want it more than anything.”

  “I can’t interest you in a quickie before breakfast?”

  Lucas pressed a quick kiss to my lips and danced out of reach when I would have yanked him against my chest. “You’ve promised me a run. God, I wish Leticia could come too. We weren’t sure whether it was safe to run or not.” He bounded off the bed, reminding me of a kid, of the Mitchell brothers when we were at school. “When can we go?”

  “After we eat.” Hell, I sounded like my mother. Part of me wanted to laugh at the incongruity, but the wave of homesickness almost did me in. I missed being out on the farm, being able to change at will and knocking around with the Mitchell clan.

  “I’d better dress,” Lucas said. A wide grin stretched from one ear to the other, a grin that invited me to share in his delight.

  I laughed. “Guess I’d better get out of bed.”

  An hour passed before we jumped into my SUV and headed for the trailhead. The lodge had given us a packed lunch that we stowed in a daypack along with a few more personal items. I’d trekked in the Mackenzie region before and knew the perfect place to shift.

  “We’ll have to trek for an hour first,” I said.

  “A whole hour?” Lucas pouted. “Watch where you’re driving,” he yelped.

  “Don’t distract me then.” I risked a glance across at him and intercepted a smirk along with another sexy pout. My tongue darted out to moisten my mouth. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip, imagining doing that to Lucas. Although my gaze was on the road, I heard his groan. Payback. I loved it.

  I parked the SUV and switched off the ignition. My vehicle was the only one in the car park. Good. I’d hoped that would be the case. “Ready?”

  “Oh yeah,” Lucas drawled. “Hell, I wish Leticia could have come with us. It’d do her good to shift and run, embrace the feline for a few hours.”

  Something in his tone hinted at secrets. The need to ask questions si
mmered, but I refrained. It wasn’t my business since our relationship wouldn’t move out of casual before they left. The knowledge sent shimmers of pain through me. Maybe I should have left it as a one night, then I wouldn’t have this strong reaction. I didn’t want Lucas to leave. I shoved aside my sadness, determined to milk the day for every bit of enjoyment. Meeting Lucas had helped me understand what I wanted from the future—a lover exactly like Lucas and a job working the land with other shifters around me. I didn’t want to hide anymore.

  “We can swing by the bed-and-breakfast where she’s staying later this afternoon,” I said. “Take her out for a quick run once she’s finished fishing.”

  Lucas’s expression displayed shock. “You’d do that?”

  “Of course.” Again secrets lurked in my lover’s eyes, making me wonder why brother and sister had left their pride.

  “Thank you.” Lucas pulled me into a quick embrace, holding so tight my ribs were in danger of cracking. Our lips met and lingered, rubbing together in a kiss that was an affirmation, a kiss that rocked my foundation. “Wow,” Lucas said when we came up to breathe. His erection pressed against my hipbone while he ran his fingers across the stubble on my jaw.

  “Hold that thought,” I said.

  “Aw.”

  “Willpower, man.” The cute pout would lead me astray if I wasn’t careful. I seized the daypack from the rear of the vehicle and locked the SUV. “This way.” I wasn’t going to push, not when I knew Lucas could distract me with a look.

  I started along a narrow dirt track that ran from the far end of the car park. A lone tree stood sentinel to the valley, clinging to the edge of a rocky hill. A breeze ruffled its branches while overhead the morning sun shone with heat. Lucas’s footsteps sounded behind me and I forged ahead. We walked through a narrow valley, following the path of a stream making its way to Lake Tekapo. Patches of tussock grass and rock covered the lower slopes of the nearby hills. On the higher peaks, the tussock gave way to sheer rock. In the winter, snow covered the entire area but toward the end of summer, only the highest peaks in the Southern Alps still bore a dirty layer of ice. The sun picked up the colors in the rocks, making the slopes glisten in purple, black and gray.