He needed more. He wanted to watch her soar with orgasm as well. Just as he was about to sit up and push her off his cock, she released his cock and sat up. Smiling at him with a hunger he had never seen in a woman’s expression before, she crawled up his body until she straddled his hips with her legs and her pussy hovered just an inch above his cock.
Chapter 5
“I hope you don’t mind, but it is my desire to see if cougars can be ridden,” she said, her voice low and sexy.
Not sure how he would feel at her boldness, but too aroused to give a damn, Gwen reached between her legs and pulled her lower lips apart. A moment later, she lowered her hips until her labia wrapped around the sides of his cock. She pulled in a gasp that harmonized with his sucking breath as her clit settled on his cock. She began to slide her hips back and forth, stroking her clit up and down the underside of his cock.
As she did, her clit grew even bigger and more sensitive. Feeling more than a little off-balance, she leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest with her index finger covering his small, dark-brown nipples. Lowering herself further, she kissed him long and deep, thoroughly embracing this new, brave side of herself that she never thought she had. When she lifted her head, he growled as his hands took possession of her hips and began to guide her movements.
Looking into his eyes, she saw they had changed, were no longer dark chocolate brown, but glowed amber and appeared more catlike. But instead of frightening her, the change aroused her until she could think of nothing else but driving this man wild with need. All at once, she wanted to connect with him in every way possible.
Without a thought to anything but finding her orgasm with Jax, Gwen pushed until she was sitting straight up on his hips. Lifting her hips, she reached for his cock, and after stroking the tip of his cock from the top of her slit to her overflowing pussy, she fit the tip into her widely parted entrance.
Staring into Jax’s eyes, she slowly lowered herself over him, sucking shallow breaths as his long, wide cock filled her. It took several strokes up and down, taking a little more of his cock with each stroke until his cock was fully embedded in her. Once her ass rested on his pelvis, she stopped long enough to rein in her out-of-control emotions. Instead of her own desires, she tried to keep her focus on him, concentrating on massaging the muscles of his chest as her pussy stretched and accustomed itself to his bigger-than-average size.
His hands came up and cupped her breasts as he studied her. “You okay?”
Her brain switched off her ability to speak as his thumbs began to brush her nipples back and forth. She smiled, nodded, and then began to pant as she waggled her hips around slightly, moving his cock around inside her. His eyes went wide, and he gasped at the feeling even as she mewled and then began to slide up and down his length.
His hands gripped her hips tighter, and he began to move her even as he smiled up at her. His white teeth glowed against his genetically tan skin and blond facial hair. Her heart squeezed at the same time her pussy clenched around his cock.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride your big cat,” he encouraged with a wink.
Gwen moved up and down his cock for a few minutes, her hands resting heavily on his chest to maintain her balance. But she was out of shape, and though she was closing in on her orgasm, her legs were growing tired. Her movements up and down his cock, like posting when horseback riding, were growing slower, frustrating her as her orgasm began to back away by small degrees.
Jax seemed to see and understand without her saying a word. His knees bent and his legs came up behind her. Then instead of moving her up and down on his cock, he began fucking up into her, driving her higher and more off balance with each thrust.
“Stroke your clit, babe,” he said, his voice even more growly than before.
Gwen hesitated. She was so close but knew she would never be able to get off in this position. But she had never played with herself in front of anyone before and only ever played with her toys late at night with her bedroom door locked. From the way his expression was tightening, Jax was close to the edge of his own control. She wanted and needed to come with him. Shifting her balance to her left hand, she slid her right hand between her widespread thighs.
The first stroke over her clit set fire to the very short fuse of her orgasm. The second one had everything inside her tightening. She screamed as her orgasm exploded out from her pussy to fill every molecule of her being. It continued to roll through her in waves, pulling her focus inward once more. In her pussy, Jax’s cock grew even bigger just before his movements grow uncoordinated. Two more strokes and he roared as his body stiffened, his back arched, and his cock pushed even deeper into her pussy. She felt it twitch, and then the heat of his semen filled her.
As their orgasms slowly receded, her body relaxed and became boneless. She ended up sprawled across his chest, her head on his shoulder and his cock still buried deep inside her. She floated on a pink cloud until her brain clicked back on and it hit her.
His semen.
Filled her pussy.
With no barrier between them.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered.
When she tried to ease off him to make a bathroom run, Jax made a grumbling noise. Pulling her back down, his arms closed around her and held her securely in place. Suddenly, she was blinking back tears. Why had she not remembered to make him wear a condom? There was an open box in the nightstand, just an arm’s length away.
His arms tightened around her as her tears overflowed and dripped onto his chest. “Gwenalynn? Sweetheart? What’s wrong?”
She swallowed hard before whispering, “Nothing,” even though it was a blatant lie and they both knew it.
Everything was wrong.
She had just had sex with a man who was too young for her and who apparently was crazy as a loon. A man who claimed she was his life mate. And, according to her doctor, even though she was beginning menopause and her periods about as predictable as the Texas weather, she could still get pregnant. She had just had unprotected sex with a man who probably had sex with a different woman each night of the week.
Rational thinking immediately negated the beauty and wonderfulness of the whole, unbelievable night. Taking a deep breath, she began to cry in earnest. Though she tried to stay still and silent so Jax would not know how upset she was, his logrolling them until she lay on her back and he crouched above her told her that he knew something was wrong.
“Sweetheart? What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked as he brushed her hair back from her face and then wiped away her tears away with his thumbs.
Not sure how to explain it, Gwen closed her eyes and turned her face away. Her heart clenched painfully with the fear of expressing her thoughts. Men like Jax did not want to discuss the gritty details of a woman’s body. Jax was young enough that he probably expected her to be on birth control.
“Gwenalynn, answer me,” he said, his voice dropping and growing growly but in a different way. “Did I hurt you? Oh, shit, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” With that, he shifted, pulling his half-hard cock from her then moving so he was lying beside her on the bed.
“No, it’s not that,” she finally said as she tried to roll in the opposite direction. She needed to go to the bathroom. Maybe if she peed right away it would keep her from getting pregnant. Not the best birth control solution, but at that moment it was all she had.
Problem was, Jax refused to let her go. He let her roll to her side, but before he could move away any further he snuggled up behind her. Dropping an arm around her middle and a leg over her thighs, he pulled her back until they were tightly pressed together.
“Then what is it? Talk to me, mate,” Jax demanded.
Feeling liked a kitten in a room full of big, hungry dogs, fear and irrational irritability had Gwen lashing out. “I need to pee so I don’t get pregnant. And I sure as hell hope you don’t have any diseases from any of those other women you’ve slept with because if I catch anything, I’m going to hunt you down and h
urt you.”
She figured he would shove her out of bed. Or jump up and dress on his way to the front door. The last thing she expected that he would start laughing.
It was a good laugh, full and deep, and had her fighting her own need to giggle. But there was nothing to laugh about. She fought his hold, trying to free herself so she could go to the bathroom and hide until he left.
Finally, he tightened his hold until she squeaked and stilled. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry. I’m a shape-shifter. I can’t catch or spread human diseases. And you can’t get pregnant until I claim you fully as my mate.”
“Oh. Really?”
“That’s right,” he said, brushing lips, mustache, and goatee back and forth across the supersensitive skin of the back of her neck. “Now will you please relax and cuddle with me? You have to be exhausted.”
“Well, okay, I guess,” Gwen said, suddenly realizing how tired she really was. As every ounce of stress she’d ever had drained into the mattress, she was even more in need of sleep. “Will you stay and sleep with me?”
“I’d like that, sweetheart.” After brushing a kiss on her cheek, he settled down behind her.
She was surprised at how perfectly they fit together as he wrapped both arms around her and held her tight. Then her brain shut down and, with a long sigh, she relaxed completely and slept.
* * * *
Upon waking, Gwen was surprised that Jax still held her. She was even more surprised that she felt better rested than she had in years. Opening her eyes, she looked at the clock. On four hours had passed though she felt as if she had slept for twelve hours or more. Jax’s slow, even breathing ruffled her hair and assured her that he was still asleep.
Her curious, overactive mind switched on, and she began to question everything she could remember about the night before. Had Jax really told her he was a cougar shape-shifter? Or had that just been a drunken imagining? And if she had imagined that, had she imagined other things as well?
Slowly turning her head, she sighed with relief when she saw that it was, indeed, Jax holding her and not some stranger. Then those deep-brown eyes opened and stared into hers.
“Good morning,” he rumbled softly with a relaxed, sleepy smile.
“Hi,” she said, once more her shy and uncertain self. She had not woken up in a man’s arms since her husband’s death and had never been very good at postcoital, morning-after small talk.
“How did you sleep?” he asked as one hand began to stroke up and down her arm, quickly soothing her nerves away.
“Better than I have in a long time. How about you?”
“Wonderfully,” he murmured as he began to once more lick and nuzzle his furred face over her neck.
“Uh, Jax,” she started then stopped when it hit her that the whole evening could have been a beer-and-breakfast-induced illusion.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Did you really tell me you are a cougar shape-shifter?”
“Uh-huh,” he said. His hands shifted to cross over her chest to cup her breasts.
“Could I see it? The cougar, I mean?” she asked.
He brushed a kiss up the side of her neck, sending shivers through her. “Now?” he asked, pressing his hard cock into the valley of her ass.
“Yes, please.”
He sighed heavily, like a little boy who just learned he could not have a cookie until after he ate his dinner. Untangling their limbs, he sat up then moved to the far side of the mattress. Her stomach knotting with nerves and excitement, Gwen rolled to her side and watched. She licked suddenly dry lips as he sat back on his heels, his erection teasing her from where it bobbed between toned and tanned thighs.
“Now don’t get scared. It’s still me, just in a different form,” he said before closing his eyes. “I can’t speak, but I will understand everything you say, okay?”
Gwen nodded hesitantly, suddenly uncertain.
Two heartbeats later, the air around Jax shimmered as if a curtain had settled around him. It only lasted a few seconds and then, where Jax, the man, had been, a large cougar with Jax’s blond hair and dark-brown eyes sat looking at her. She froze when the cat met her shocked gaze and licked its lips. She could not tell if the big cat was hungry for food or flesh or something else.
It was a long moment before she swallowed hard and breathed, “You’re beautiful.”
When she held one hand out so he could sniff it, the cougar stood and walked toward her. As he watched her expression, he eased past her hand and continued forward, eventually lowering his head and butting her shoulder with it. When she did not move away, he flopped down beside her and nudged her hand with his nose.
With a laugh, she began to pet his head, then down his long back and sides, amazed at how soft his fur was. Jax began to purr, eventually standing up, and moving to rub his side against her chest. Gwen gasped as her nipples immediately stiffen and her pussy clenched in response.
As if he could feel her renewed arousal, Jax begins to lick her skin, starting with her cheeks then slowly works his way down her body. Gwen pushed him away from her breasts, earning a deep-throated growl of protest.
“I refuse to even make out with a cat, even it you are a shape-shifting cougar,” she responded with a chuckle.
Chapter 6
His cougar tried to fight him, but Jax forced it back. Once he was back in human form, he tackled Gwen and began to lick and nip his way down her body just as he had planned to do in cougar form. When she tried to protest through her giggles, he maneuvered them so he was lying on top of her. Pushing her breasts toward the center of her chest, he leaned down and sucked at both of them.
Any fight she might have had in her drained away. Her hands came up, but instead of pushing him away, she grabbed his shoulders. Her fingers pressed into his flesh as she sighed and arched her back, making the little noises he found so intoxicating. After one final draw on both nipples, he kissed his way down her body, separating her thighs far enough apart he could settle between them.
His cougar mewled in harmony with his mate as Jax licked from below her pussy to the top of her slit. On his second pass, he paused long enough at her pussy to push his tongue deep into her channel. He savored their combined fluids before moving farther up where he concentrated on her clit. He licked up and down, left and right, then finally drew circles over and around the slick, knotted-up flesh.
He could tell just from listening to her breathing that her orgasm was close at hand. Grinning with his own pleasure, he decided to drive her over the edge before he filled her pussy again. This time he hoped to claim her as his mate but only if she agreed. He sucked her clit between his lips then sucked it hard, knowing instinctively how she would react. Gwen did not disappoint. She screamed as she convulsed on the bed, her orgasm exploding immediate.
He remained between her thighs, lapping hungrily as her copious juices flowed from her. He eased her back from her release but did not allow her to relax completely. Bending her legs and pushing her knees toward her shoulders, he slid two fingers into her and began to finger fuck her as he lapped at her clit. The sounds she made had his cock twitching with anticipation as he neared the limits of his own control. He needed to claim his mate.
When a hand pulled on his hair, he lifted his mouth from her body. “You desire something, my mate?”
“Yes,” she panted with a chuffed laugh. “I desire you haul your ass up here and fuck me.”
The arousal he saw in her eyes was one thing, and though he loved the thought of claiming her and keeping her for the rest of their lives, his finely honed moral side would not let him. Kissing each inner thigh, he licked and nibbled his way up the center of her body until he crouched over her, nose-to-nose with his mate.
“Sweet Gwenalynn, if I fuck you now, I will claim you and there will be no turning back. We will be mated forever.”
She looked relaxed and content and thoughtful. If he had to, he would leave her like this and walk away though it might kill him in the long r
un. But their mating had to be her choice, her decision.
“You won’t ever beat me or hurt me, will you?” Fear shot in and out of her eyes so fast that if he had not been watching them closely, he might have missed it.
“God, no, of course not. I would never hurt you. Once we’re mated, my life will be devoted to keeping you safe and protected and happy, both in bed and out,” he said with a smile. “But there will be no other men in your life. None. Just like there will be no other women in mine. And someday, when you are ready, we’ll get married.”
Her eyes grew big at the thought.
“What about Grant?” she asked.
“What about him? Your life is yours, though I won’t expect him to call me Daddy,” Jax said, trying to keep things light.
“Shouldn’t we ask him first?”
Jax blinked and then began to laugh. “No, sweetheart. A mating is not something you get permission for. A shape-shifter’s mate is destined for him by the Fates. No one, not a pack alpha, another shifter, or even an offspring, can come between mates. And to a shape-shifter, a claiming is even more binding than marriage.”
She stared up at him, but he could tell she was not seeing him. Her thoughts had turned inward. Her body tensed, and she was deep in thought for several long, long minutes. Though he wanted to speak and offer to leave her alone, he held his tongue. He already knew from their time together that if she had a question, she would not be shy about asking it even though at times she seemed very reticent.
Finally, she blinked, her expression cleared, and she smiled up at him with the look of a sweet angel. “Okay.”
“Okay? Okay what?” His hard cock grew painful with need at what he saw glowing deep in her eyes. She might not know it yet, but at some point in the past twelve hours, she had fallen in love with her mate-to-be.
Her smile twitched. “Okay, big boy, claim me,” she purred as her fingertips stroked up and down his sides.
Cougar Desires [Cougarlicious 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 4