A Little Bit of Fur

by Celia Kyle

  When Ian simply smiled and stared at him, Chris became impatient. Didn’t the man want to get on with it now? Sure, having his mate’s cock pressed against his prostate sent shivers of pleasure along his spine, but he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be well and truly fucked.

  “Fuck. Me.” Chris tightened his ass around Ian’s cock, remembering how good it felt when a woman did that to him. And damn if that didn’t get a reaction from Ian.

  His mate growled low and deep, the sound traveled through Ian’s cock and transferred to Chris’s ass, making him shudder and moan. “Fuck me, Fluffy. Fuck me hard.”

  “No.” Ian’s denial was swift and instantaneous. Definitely not the response Chris wanted.

  Chris wrapped his legs around Ian’s waist, pulling the man inconceivably deeper into him as he made his demand again. “Fuck me.” Ian remained silent. Of course, the bastard had his own ideas as to how this first mating would go. Well, Chris had his too. Holding Ian tight with his legs, Chris levered himself up and bit into the flesh of Ian’s chest. He bit hard enough to leave a mark and, he hoped, a bruise. When he released the flesh, he stared into Ian’s now feline eyes. “Fuck. Me. Asshole.”

  They’d reached the edge and Chris had just thrown them off. He relaxed back onto the bed and eased his grip on Ian’s waist, ready and willing to let the man fuck him into oblivion.

  Ian withdrew slowly, their gazes intent on one another while he slid most of his cock out of Chris’s ass. Chris hissed and groaned at the loss, but as slowly as Ian retreated, he rushed forward in a blur of motion, pounding into his ass with all of his inhuman speed. He screamed Ian’s name, both in pleasure and pain.

  The first stroke set the pace for their love making. Slow retreats were followed by hard, forceful and fast thrusts that rocked the bed and both their bodies. Over and over again Ian teased them both with the torture. He kept the speed alternating between slow and fast. It was just enough to keep them aroused and rock-hard, but not enough to push them over the edge.

  Chris’s cock throbbed and bobbed between them, jerking and leaking pre-come with every entry. “Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck! Need to come.”

  “Come on my cock, Kit? Gonna blow your load all over your chest while your ass tightens around my cock? Do it, Kit. Come for me.” Ian’s words were low and whispered, as if they shared a deep secret.

  “Yeah, come for you if you go faster, Fluffy.”

  Ian didn’t need any more encouragement. His thrusts became shorter, harder and faster. With each breath, he withdrew before rushing forward again. With every in-stroke, the head of his cock struck Chris’s prostate and he saw stars.

  His orgasm skittered and slid along every nerve from head to toe as if they all burst to life, filled with pleasure, at once. Chris knew his orgasm wasn’t far off. Without thought, he reached for his cock, gripping the steel-hard shaft at its base, he stroked from root to tip. He gripped harder, twisting his hand on the upstroke while Ian pounded away at his ass. Each thrust rocked the bed and Chris, but he didn’t care. They were fucking, hell, they were loving the only way they knew how, and it was perfect.

  Closer and closer his orgasm came. The tension spread out from his cock, seeping into every muscle as his release threatened. Over and over again Ian hit Chris’s prostate. In. Out. In. Out. Harder, faster, stronger, more.

  Then… then Chris was coming and he screamed. Semen erupted from the tip of his cock, painting his chest with the white, salty fluid. It flowed in time with the beating of his heart and the nudging of that spot deep within his ass by Ian. He knew he’d tightened and tensed with his orgasm, but he couldn’t help the reaction. Dimly, he heard Ian yell his name as he stilled and Chris smiled, content with the knowledge that his mate had found his own release.

  Yeah, now that he’d experienced sex with the man he loved, he could understand how women tolerated being poked. “That was fucking awesome.”

  Ian slumped over him, smearing his semen between them. “No, Kit, that was fucking.”

  Chapter Four

  Nicole nodded a silent thanks to the barista as she took her coffee from the woman. Lord, if she’d have shouted Nic’s order to the entire coffee shop, Nic would have killed her. Death by plastic knife would have been the headline in tomorrow’s paper. She really shouldn’t have let Ro and Sharon talk her into so many drinks the night before. She’d lost count after eight. Funny how counting seemed so much more difficult with alcohol. And remembering. Remembering seemed a hell of a lot more difficult, too.

  Couple last night’s drinks with waking up at the butt-crack of dawn to meet Marvin, and Nic was not a happy camper. Mornings were just not her thing. Then again, mornings weren’t really her problem. She had no trouble being amenable after ten, it was just all those hours before it that she had an issue with. And damn if Marvin wasn’t a morning person. Hence their ‘breakfast’ at six.

  Nic eased into a chair near the window overlooking the parking lot. The quicker she spotted Marvin and got their breakfast date underway, the quicker she could go home and crawl back into bed. Her head pounded to the beat of her heart, and considering she was getting ready to meet Marvin and was nervous, that was pretty darned fast.

  Of course, she’d be much happier if her heart was pitter pattering because she was excited to meet the man her parents were trying to convince her to marry. Nope. It was pounding a mile a minute because come hell or high water, she was telling Marvin she would never marry him. Ever. She’d rather live a dull life as a fat cat lady then marry him and live an even duller life as his wife. Ne-ver. Her parents could take a flying leap. Nic was not marrying the man who couldn’t even find her cli—

  The bell above the door chimed and Nic turned her head to see if… it was. Marvin had arrived as she had mulled over the next life-changing minutes. Good, at least she’d be settling things now. She smiled. How could she not? Just because her engagement was about to end in a large crunching train wreck didn’t mean her future wasn’t bright. She really loved cats after all.

  Just behind Marvin a good-looking, built man stepped through the doorway and leaned down to speak to her fiancé. Huh. She didn’t remember meeting the man before, and she definitely would have remembered him. Tall, with broad shoulders and an obviously chiseled chest and abdomen, he was every woman’s wet dream in denim. Yum. She bet he’d know where her cli—

  “Sorry to keep you waiting, Nicole.” Marvin. Ugh. He always called her Nicole, not Nic as she preferred. It was like talking to one of her parents.

  Nic tore her gaze away from tall, really dark and delicious at the counter and focused on her soon-to-be ex-fiancé. “Marvin, so nice to see you.” Lie. She smiled despite the fib and waited for him to take his seat. He’d arranged this date, so she’d let him start before she told him goodbye.

  Her attention drifted to the hunky stranger as he ordered his own cup of caffeine-infused perfection. She sighed. Too bad he wasn’t sitting across from her instead of Marvin. Sure, Marvin was cute in his own dorky, conservative way. He’d always kept his body fit and trim, but no matter what he did, Nic always saw him as the boy she went to high school with… glasses and pocket-protector included.

  “Nicole, I wanted to speak with you about…”

  She took a quick sip of her caffeine courage. “I wanted to speak with you, too.”

  “Really? Why don’t you go first?” Marvin, always the gentleman.

  “No, go ahead, you asked me to coffee this morning.”

  His “are you sure?” collided with her “yes” and before either of them could stop, they both blurted out their reason for meeting.

  “I can’t marry you.” Marvin said it. She said it. They said it.

  Well. Damn. The fucker stole her thunder.

  Nic placed her cup of mocha latte heaven on the table and clasped her hands together. As long as her grip remained tight, she’d resist the urge to dump her tiny bit of scalding heaven over Marvin’s head. She was supposed to dump him. Now that they’d
said the awful words at the same time, worry crept into her heart. Sure, she knew why she couldn’t marry him, but what was so wrong with her that he couldn’t go through with the marriage?

  She took a deep cleansing breath as she focused on the geometric shapes inlaid into the tabletop. She wouldn’t cry. Nope. Wasn’t going to do it. Not once in her justification for breaking up with Marvin had she contemplated that he’d feel the same way. Not. Once. Now she simply needed to face the fact that… that she was lacking in some way. Lord, how depressing. Not even a caramel mocha latte could help this…

  “You… you don’t want to marry me?” She glanced at him and shook her head before cupping her drink between her hands. “Whew.”

  Nic squeezed her eyes shut. Rejection sucked no matter how you looked at it. Even squinty eyed and sideways, rejection still hurt. “Um, yeah. Great.”

  Marvin must have finally recognized her distress. Slow, stupid man. He took her cup from her hands and clasped them in his, squeezing them gently. “Nicole, if you don’t want to marry me either, why the long face?”

  Long face? Geesh, did people even talk like that anymore? Oh, right. Marvin did.

  “Nothing, I just wasn’t expecting you to feel the same way. I was expecting…”

  “To stomp my heart into the ground?”

  Heat burned her cheeks, but she didn’t look away. “Not exactly…”

  Marvin chuckled and shook his head. “Yeah, right. I know you, and you were expecting to stomp all over my heart. Damn, you must have been just as unhappy as I was to risk pissing off your parents.” Nicole nodded. “It’s not you though, Nicole, it’s me.”

  She pulled her hands free and glared at him. “You have got to be fucking joking. Even I wasn’t going to use the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line. Seriously, Marvin? That’s all you’ve got? Give me something better than that, please?”

  Marvin took a deep breath, looked her straight in the eyes and said, “I’m gay.”

  Nic cocked her head to the side and furrowed her brows. “Well, that does explain a lot…”

  “That’s all you’ve got to say? It explains a lot?” He stared at her, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

  “What else is there to say other than it explains a lot?” She leaned forward and gestured for him to come closer. “Marvin, I’ll tell you a secret. You suck at sex. I’m not trying to be mean, but it’s true. You being gay explains a lot.”

  He snatched his hands away and narrowed his eyes at her. “I do not suck at sex,” he whispered low.

  If only he knew. Well, she may as well tell him. “Marvin,” How could she say this delicately? “On more than one occasion I was tempted to tell you to go to AAA and purchase a road map to my clit because you couldn’t find it on your own.”

  Okay, not really delicate, but whatever.

  “Nicole!”

  “What? Maybe it’s best that you’re gay. You can’t really ignore a big waving thing in your face, can you?” She looked around to see if anyone had overheard her and since no one was spouting coffee from their noses, she figured they hadn’t. Then her gaze landed on the tall dark hunk that had followed Marvin into the coffee shop. “Wait. Is that tall glass of chocolate milk your boyfriend?”

  Marvin sighed. “Yes, that’s Mikel.”

  Nic couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. “Huh. I bet he’s got a great big thing to wave in your face, huh?” Finding out that Marvin didn’t want to marry her because he was gay and not because of some deficiency in her was a relief. “Are you going to introduce me?”

  “Can you behave? I swear, I’ve never witnessed such behavior from you before,” Marvin grumbled as he pushed his chair back and rose.

  “Of course I can. Now introduce me to my replacement.” She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes at him. With each passing second she felt better about herself. It truly had been him and not her. Of course, finding out your fiancé of years is gay comes with its own stigma, but Nic subscribed to the belief that people were born gay and not made that way so her chubby thighs and sagging breasts couldn’t be the reason he preferred cock to… Well, it.

  Now with her engagement officially ended, Nic could start living the rest of her life for her and not for her parents. Marvin had been one last obstacle, and with him having his new boyfriend, things were definitely moving in the right direction.

  Chapter Five

  Two months later…

  Nic made it five steps from the bar and, using her momentum, spun around to go back the way she’d come. Ian held the Miller Light out to her and she grabbed it, smiling when he winked at her.

  “Thanks, Ian.”

  “Anytime, babe.”

  Man, he was sex on two legs, and probably on four as well, considering his animal persuasion. Those dimples and the wicked gleam in his eye just hinted at the naughty things he could do to one lucky… man. Geesh, all the hot, make you want to cream your panties, guys were gay.

  Tray balanced on one shoulder and a beer in her hand, she wove through the crowd at Trasola. She’d been working there for two months, and soon would have a month long tour of Europe to show for it. Getting a job as a waitress to help fund the trip had been her first, well second, act of defiance. Her first had been to announce to the world that she’d broken off the engagement to Marvin and not the other way around.

  Even though it had been sort of a lie, she’d enjoyed the look on her parent’s faces. Shock didn’t even begin to describe their reaction. Sure, surprise bled into shock and eventually a bunch of yelling and angry words were flung across the dining room. Of course, they had been between each other and not at her. Somehow, her parents had decided that Nic’s appearance, her inability to sustain a relationship, and wide hips were the fault of one parent or the other. Well, she sure as hell knew where she got the hips from at any rate.

  And that had just been the beginning.

  Nic moved out of her teeny, tiny apartment and into something along the beach. She got a new job in a nearby office, working Monday through Friday from eight to five. Then her nights were spent at Trasola, waitressing her way to a whirlwind trip across the pond, and now the trip was only two days away. Bright and early Sunday morning she’d board a plane for Italy.

  Approaching her table, she sat the Miller Light down and then began passing out drinks. The bar was crowded this Friday night. Crowded and… rowdy. The jukebox roared with music and it seemed the customers were doing their damnedest to either sing along or talk over the music. With it being close to closing, more than one of the customers was a drunk and Nic kept her eyes peeled for any violence, or men who looked like they wanted to play a game of grab-ass.

  She passed the drinks around, smiling at her customers and taking note of those she’d have to cut off. She tucked her tray under her arm and started back for the bar, weaving around listing bodies and tables when a hand caught her. More like a paw, really.

  Jimmy. The man was a regular pain… in the bar, and in the ass. The half-shifted man tugged her toward his lap and she went along with him. The easiest way to rid yourself of Jimmy’s attention was to not fight him. The man was a walking, okay, crawling, contradiction. If someone went along with his octopus-like paws, he would usually let them go pretty quick. It was the fighters that turned him on most.

  Instead of letting him pull her into his lap, she leaned against his chair. “Hey, Jimmy. How you doin’ tonight?”

  “Better now that you’re here.” He smiled and it could only be called wolfish, as corny as that sounded.

  She ignored his comment. “Anything I can get for you? Another beer?”

  He tugged on her hand, urging her to bend over and she resisted.

  “Aw, come on, baby. Lean down here and give me a little something.”

  She glanced to where he was pulling her hand and she figured little was an apt description. “You know I don’t get frisky with anyone at work, Jimmy.” She smiled trying to placate the man.

  Truly, all of the male attention she’
d been getting ever since she joined the staff at Trasola was getting to her. Not only that, she couldn’t figure out why she brought the worst out in men. Sure, some women probably wouldn’t mind being pawed, literally, by her customers, but Nic wasn’t one of those women.

  “Come on sugar, just give me a little…” He pulled harder, mouth pursed for a kiss.

  “Jimmy…”

  A large hand swooped between them and clamped on Jimmy’s wrist. She could see the straining muscles in the intruding arm and knew, without a doubt, that Jimmy would be in some pain if he didn’t let go… soon.

  “I believe, she said no.” The smooth voice drawled.

  Ian.

  He’d come to her rescue. Again. The man always watched out for her and ran interference when a customer got a smidge too frisky, and she thanked her lucky stars that he was watching her tonight.

  “Aw, Ian, dayum. Let go. She knows I don’t mean anything,” Jimmy whined.

  “Really? So that’s a pencil in your pocket, Jimmy? You just wanted to show her your new pencil,” Jimmy whimpered. “That right?”

  Jimmy dropped her wrist like he’d been scalded and she pulled it back quickly, rubbing where his grip had grown a little too tight for comfort. Of course, Ian’s gaze zeroed in on the purplish marks on her wrist and nothing else.

  “Why don’t you grab that glass of juice behind the bar and take it on up to Chris. He’s still got a cold and not feeling too hot. I’m sure he’d appreciate the company while I take out the trash.” Ian nodded, Jimmy whimpered and she snorted.

  He just wanted to get rid of her, and since she didn’t really want to watch Ian kick the drunken man’s ass, she obliged him. “Fine, just don’t leave a mess or Cole will have a fit.”

  Tray still tucked beneath her arm, she wove toward the bar and noticed that all of the attention had shifted to Jimmy and Ian. Well, at least she shouldn’t be harassed anymore tonight.