“Stand up and take off your jeans.”
Kiera blinked, wondering if she’d heard correctly.
“Kiera.”
He had ordered her to remove her jeans. She hesitated while he watched her, challenge etched on his features. Heck, maybe he was right. Get the first step over and done with now. If he didn’t touch her soon, she’d become even jumpier. Finding a man had been her idea, but the deceit bore teeth that chomped on her own backside. Her attraction to him made things worse.
With a deep breath, she stood, pushing back her chair to give herself room. Joe also scooted his chair away from the table, his eyes glittering with a silent message. Dang if she understood the contents but something lurked in his features. Promise and intent—certainly. Attraction? That was the mystery because he held his emotions close.
A tremor went through her hands, making unfastening the button at the top of her jeans difficult. Finally, she managed the task, wrenching the fabric apart. Her zipper whispered downward, guided by quivering fingers. The denim slid down her hips and legs to reveal plain, pink cotton panties. She stepped out of her jeans, kicking them away with a swish of her right foot. Aware of his regard, her breasts rose and fell rapidly, her pulse rate picking up under his close scrutiny.
“Come here.”
Kiera hesitated even though excitement claimed her. Sex had been in short supply recently, not for lack of offers but because she’d been concentrating on her business. She hadn’t met anyone who tempted or excited her.
Apart from Joe.
She’d liked him from their first meeting, right back when she’d purchased the garage and set up shop. She’d hoped he’d pursue her since she’d sensed the same interest in him. Instead his brother’s arrest and subsequent imprisonment changed him from happy-go-lucky to a brooding stranger. She wasn’t the only one to remark on the changes in him.
“Do you intend to fight me on everything?”
“I have a problem with orders.”
“You have a problem with obedience,” he corrected.
“You’re a male. You would say that.”
“Come here.”
This time she sensed a test, and if she failed, he’d send her packing. She didn’t want to botch this, not with her brothers arriving in mere days. With a put-upon sigh to inform him she didn’t appreciate the order, she rounded the table and approached him.
Approval shone on his face when she halted in front of him. “That wasn’t difficult, was it?”
“No.” Not when his gaze caressed her, sending ripples of awareness skittering across every inch of her skin. She took in his relaxed pose and the distinct bulge in his work-worn jeans. Her breath hissed out with relief. The attraction heating her body went both ways. Joe liked the scenery and wasn’t perturbed about his telltale erection in the slightest. She approved of his sexual confidence even if his bossy manner ruffled her feminine fur. “What next?”
“Kiera, if you don’t stop trying to direct me I will gag you.”
Her mouth dropped open, and when he chuckled, she closed it again with a distinct snap of teeth.
“Give me your hand.”
If he wanted to hold hands—fine. She stretched out her hand and he clasped it with his larger one. Then he moved—a blur of feline motion, so fast the speed took her by surprise. She found herself draped across his knees and staring at the cream tiles on the kitchen floor. A couple of them were cracked.
“You should replace those tiles before the cracks get worse,” she said.
“Quiet.”
“Joe!” Kiera struggled, trying to get off his knee. He subdued her with annoying ease. She stilled, her heart hammering in time with her rapid breathing. “What are you doing?”
His hand came down on her bottom with a sharp crack. She squeaked in surprise and affront, the sting on her backside smarting. She wanted to rub the sore spot. Heck, she’d like to aim a kick at his nuts and see how he liked that.
“You can’t spank me like a naughty child.”
“Someone needs to discipline you.”
Before she formed a retort, a series of blows rained down on her bottom. One after the other from slightly different angles. Her cheeks grew hot—both the ones on her face and those of her backside. She squirmed and wriggled, but he held her firmly.
“Joe!” He paid no heed to her objections and applied his hand again.
The initial pain subsided, replaced by a blooming heat. He paused to caress her bottom, the gentleness in his touch taking her by surprise. She became aware of the increased dampness from her pussy and shuddered when his fingers skirted the elastic band of her panties. He feathered a touch over the skin of her delicate inner thighs and she failed to hold back her moan of delight.
“Why are you spanking me?” Hold on to the objections. Don’t let him think you liked his brutish attention.
“If you have to ask, you obviously need more.” He jerked her panties down and smacked her again.
This time the slaps still hurt, but worse came the knowledge he was studying her bare butt. A prickle of edgy awareness slammed through her gut. Shameful intrigue.
“You have a sexy arse, Kiera.”
His words confirmed her suspicions, and the heat on her backside and in her pussy increased. Another smack came, lower and closer to her moist heat.
A groan escaped her clenched teeth. She worried her bottom lip, determined not to cry out again. The smacks continued to rain down. Hard. Soft. Teasing. Seductive. The swats transcended punishment until they became foreplay. Embarrassing wetness seeped from her pussy.
“And right now your arse is a pretty pink color.”
“You’re a brute.” Despite the words, not a shred of anger colored them and she suspected he realized the change in her.
He cupped one butt cheek, his gentleness taking her by surprise once again. To her mortification, another needy cry emerged, distinctly sexual in tone. She craved Joe’s cock, fantasized about him stripping off his faded jeans and shoving it into her. A few hot, nasty words whispered in her ear wouldn’t go astray either.
His finger strayed to the valley between her cheeks. Her pulse rate sped up and she lifted into his touch. Not even his amused laughter stopped her from seeking her goal—his fingers rubbing her aching clit.
“Still trying to control my actions, Kiera?”
She muttered her favorite curse and squealed when his hand landed on her sensitive butt.
“Give in to me, babe. I can keep this up all night.”
Not if his massive erection rated a say in the matter. Men were simple creatures, governed by their small brains. Once the blood dispersed from their heads, they didn’t have a choice. She’d discover Joe’s breaking point, crook her little finger and turn him to mushy toast.
She shifted her hips, grinding down on his erection. The tiny bit of friction she managed against her clit whispered pleasure across her nerve endings.
Joe—the great big lug—didn’t react. At the least, she’d expected a groan. A curse. Something. That big boy must be giving him some discomfort.
She wriggled again and he slapped her rump. He aimed the smack low and close to her pussy. A traitorous groan squeezed free. His rough behavior worked well. He’d managed to make her hot and needy with a few well-placed swats. She ached for the next step, positively cried out for his big erection to push into her and fill the emptiness inside her.
Without warning, he stood, holding her carefully until she caught her balance. With an enigmatic expression on his face he said, “Come with me.”
Kiera hitched up her panties. He grabbed the pink cotton and whipped them down her legs before she could blink.
“You won’t need those.”
“But—”
He hustled her down the passage and didn’t stop until they reached his bedroom. Joe released her to switch on a bedside lamp. Dusk had fallen during their meal and the light brought interesting shadows into play on the walls and faded carpet.
“Ta
ke off the rest of your clothes.”
Another order. She shrugged inwardly. Naked meant they were heading in the right direction. A dart of anticipation twisted through her lower body. Her clit throbbed. Kiera unbuttoned her blue shirt and dragged it off with unseemly haste. Her bra followed, hitting the carpet with a thud. No doubt he was laughing at her, but she didn’t care. Soon—very soon—he’d cure her of this simmering sexual frustration holding her in its grip.
“Pretty.” He reached out to lightly tug on one of her nipples. The firm jerk streaked down her body, adding another layer to her neediness.
“Isn’t it time for you to strip?” In truth she couldn’t wait to view his body. His backside looked great in the faded jeans he normally wore, the denim cupping his butt while clinging to his hips and muscular thighs. Her gaze swept his bulging groin, and she noted his jeans were faded in interesting places.
He focused on her, the stark beauty of his face making her breath catch. Despite his bossiness, he tripped her switch. She swallowed, noting the primitive hunger in his face and the way his nostrils flared as if he enjoyed the heavy scent of her arousal.
His hands went to his jeans and he unbuttoned the fly leisurely. One button sprang open at a time, the V of flesh gradually growing. Kiera licked her lips and she couldn’t help but notice the way his mouth tipped up in a faint smile. The wretch was enjoying her heady expectation. Finally his heavy cock sprang free.
A soft oh popped from her unbidden when she noticed he wasn’t wearing underwear. “Commando?” she croaked.
“I haven’t had time to do the laundry.”
“Oh.” Her language skills deserted her and she stared, imagining him thrusting into her. She stepped from foot to foot, edgy with need. Aching.
“Would you like to touch?”
“Yes.” She wanted to see more of him, the urgent need a thirst in her.
Instead of stripping the jeans and the rest of his clothes, he closed the distance between them and placed his hands on her shoulders. Every time she breathed, the rich scent of him filled her lungs.
“Down you go.”
His words finally pierced her sexual haze and she sent him a blank look. “What?”
“On your knees.” The faint pressure of his hands at her shoulders reinforced the order.
“But—”
“No buts about it. I want you on your knees now.”
Irritation simmered in Kiera and she was tempted to tell him to go fuck himself. Except refusing his request—no, order—wouldn’t ease the need twisting through her. Not even her trusty vibe would put out the fire he’d stoked.
“If I’d realized you were such a bully, I would’ve told you to fuck off.”
Putting her thoughts into words didn’t ease her frustration, and they made his features tighten. He didn’t display a hint of indulgence or amusement.
“Oh, all right,” she muttered with bad grace. She sank to her knees in front of him and came face-to-face with his cock.
“Good girl.”
Kiera swallowed, wincing a bit at the throb from her butt. She had no doubt her first spanking would stay with her for days. The notion sent a new surge of heat pulsing through her. “You want me to wag my tail too?”
“Not this time,” he said smoothly. Joe took his cock in his right hand and stroked himself with not a shred of discomfort or embarrassment. The move was entirely natural, one of a man at ease with his sexuality.
Kiera couldn’t tear away her gaze. She watched each caress with bemused interest while she pondered where he was going with this demonstration.
“Open up for me, babe.”
Kiera opened her mouth like a baby bird, her breath emerging in a harsh pant.
Once again he surprised her. Instead of guiding his cock to her, he painted her lips with his pre-come. She swallowed and couldn’t help flicking out her tongue to test his flavor. It burst over her. A little salty. A bit tart.
“Good, babe. I want you to take me inside your sexy mouth.” As he said the words, he held his shaft to her lips. He didn’t force his way inside but waited for her to follow his suggestion.
Kiera shivered and opened wider, shaping her lips around the head of his cock.
“Lick the tip. I want you to remember my taste.”
His husky orders flowed one into another. Lick here. Take me deeper. Suck. Suddenly Kiera didn’t mind his bossiness. His murmurs showed her exactly what he liked, becoming an advanced class in fellatio. She swirled her tongue over the flared crown, flicked the underside and teased the slit with her tongue.
He cupped her skull, his hold firm but not scary. As instructed, she took him deeper and sucked, her ribs expanding while she took deep breaths through her nose. His cock shuttled in and out, and when she would have normally started to feel overwhelmed and panicky from lack of breath, his husky instructions allowed her to continue. She clutched his jean-clad butt and swallowed.
The sounds of his heavy breathing and the scent of his arousal mixed with her own. His pre-come leaked freely now, his cock much larger than before. Her head bobbed with each move, the swirl of her tongue and suction sending an echo to her pussy. Her channel clenched as he slid across her tongue.
“That’s enough, babe.” His hands gripped her skull as he pulled out of her mouth.
She sat back on her heels and glanced up at him. “Don’t you want to come?”
“Inside you,” he said. “Are you on birth control shots?”
“No.”
“We’ll visit Gavin tomorrow and organize birth control.”
She wanted to protest his highhandedness, but his suggestion was practical. Felines didn’t need to worry about disease. Condoms weren’t necessary if she took precautions against pregnancy.
Joe paused in the middle of stripping off his T-shirt. “Aren’t you going to protest?”
“No.”
His brows shot up but he didn’t comment further. His shirt hit the ground. “On the bed. Spread your legs for me.”
When she hesitated, he scowled. Oh heck. She’d hate him to change his mind about posing as her boyfriend. Maybe she should curb her stubborn gene. She climbed on the bed and followed his instructions, parting her legs and flashing the swollen folds of her sex at him.
He sent her a lazy grin of approval and heat flowed anew. She sucked in a sharp breath, the waiting and the unknown like a phantom assault on her senses.
Joe stripped his jeans down his legs, and she couldn’t take her gaze off him while he prowled to the bed. “I’m not sure where I want to touch first.”
Her nipples puckered and a flush crept from her face down to her chest. This experience with Joe was something totally new and unexpected.
Her two previous lovers moved quicker and had jumped straight to the main event. In. Out. Moving on. Not that she hadn’t experienced orgasms with them, but this encounter with Joe was something else entirely.
“Where would you like me to touch?”
“Am I allowed to talk now?” Sexual frustration lent a sharp note to her question.
The flash of a teasing smirk gave her a glimpse of Joe from the past, his sinful mouth twisting before falling back to neutral. “I’ll take that as undecided. Turn over.”
Kiera glared at him for an instant. He merely stood by the bed and waited patiently for her to follow his order. With a put-upon sigh, she turned over to lie facedown on the bed.
“Spread your legs.”
After a brief internal battle, she complied. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen everything she possessed already. The mattress shifted a fraction under his weight. His fingers skimmed over her arse and she jumped.
“Easy,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.” His exploration continued, a quiver rocking her when a finger parted the lips of her pussy. She sucked in a quick breath and held it, anxiously waiting for his next move.
Nothing happened.
Disappointment struck deep.
Joe jerked one of the pillows from
the top of the bed. “Lift your hips for me.”
When she complied, he tucked the pillow beneath her.
“Comfortable?”
“Yes.” At least her butt didn’t ache when she lay on her tummy.
“Much better,” he said, and he pushed a single finger into her. It wasn’t the deep penetration she craved, but at least it was advancement. “Feel good?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to use my tongue on you soon. I’ll lick away some of those silky juices.”
Oh please, please lick me now. A soft whimper built in her throat and escaped before she censored the telling sound.
His soft chuckle told of his amusement and her hands curled into the silky black duvet cover. Frustration filled her, yet somehow, she managed to contain the smart-arse demand tingling at the tip of her tongue. Progress. Given his performance to date, he wouldn’t have a problem calling a halt to proceedings. Wretch that he was, he’d probably confiscate her vibe and make sure she couldn’t touch herself either. If that happened, her revenge would be swift.
The lap of his tongue over one smarting butt cheek halted her notions of revenge. His tongue was rough and slightly abrasive, allowing her to catalogue its journey toward her clit. The tiny nubbin throbbed as she imagined his sinful mouth closing around it, the careful stroke of his tongue stimulating the bundle of nerves.
Her breasts ached in sympathy and she stealthily moved one hand down to tug her nipple. The firm pressure leaped down to piggyback on the pleasure Joe’s touch was wringing from her. His tongue traveled the valley between her arse cheeks. The rough texture abraded the tight rosette, bringing all sorts of naughty scenarios to mind. Her last boyfriend had wanted to try anal sex and she’d declined. Quite frankly she didn’t think she’d refuse Joe anything.
His tongue circled the untried flesh. The uneven thumping of her heart underscored her purr of approval, her need for more. She almost wailed aloud when his tongue crept lower to curl around her swollen clit. The finger returned to her entrance, pushing deep as he sucked her clit.
Kiera pinched her nipple and the brush of his tongue sent her into overload. Her frustration exploded into pleasure, her vagina clamping down on his finger. For long moments her body twitched, caught in the firestorm of heat and energy. Finally the spasms died away and she gasped for breath.
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