Cat and Mouse

by Shelley Munro

  Inside a little frisson of pleasure shot through her, one she didn’t take time to decipher. Instead she shook herself free and snarled again for good measure, her ears flattening against her head. Dammit, he couldn’t treat her like this. She drew away, muscles gathering to spring to freedom if he gave her the opportunity. Her tail flicked to and fro in irritation. She darted to the right.

  He headed her off effortlessly, herding her back against the rocks. When she glanced in the opposite direction, he growled long and low. Mean. Lana froze in indecision. Surely he wouldn’t hurt her?

  Duncan backed up a fraction, watchful and wary as he studied her. When she didn’t attempt to move again, he morphed to human. “Shift,” he barked.

  Lana hesitated, taking in the taut stance, the calm and determined set to his mouth. Nerves fluttered in her stomach, underscored by a strange excitement.

  “Now, Lana.”

  Lana obeyed and seconds later stood in front of him. “What?” Her shoulder stung where he’d bitten her and she pressed the fingers of one hand to the aching spot.

  “You said you wanted sex.”

  “I’ve changed my mind.”

  He prowled closer. “Too late,” he growled, his heavy erection swinging enough to snare her attention. “I’m accepting.”

  Before she could move he backed her into the rocks and pinned her there.

  “Hands above your head. Now,” he snapped when she hesitated. “Do it.”

  Bemused, Lana obeyed, leaning into the warm rock and placing her hands above her head. The move lifted her breasts, making her think of an offering. She swallowed at the gleam in his eyes, her tongue darting out to moisten dry lips. Something had shifted between them. It wasn’t the kiss. Something else. Suddenly she seemed ultra aware of her body, his body and the entire male-female thing.

  Duncan trailed a finger across her collarbone, sensitizing her skin with the calloused drag until it burned like a brand. A throb started at the juncture of her thighs and she shifted her weight, giving in to the need to touch in return and lowered her hands. He stopped touching her, stepping back to glower.

  “I’m not going to go any further until your hands are above your head.”

  She glared, but he remained implacable, didn’t back down. With bad grace she obeyed and immediately his fingers trailed across the top curve of one breast. His finger lightly circled the areola, leaving a trail of prickly sensation in its wake. At her sharp inhalation, he paused to meet her eyes. The heat and silent messages conveyed in that one glance sent lustful messages to her brain while her pussy creamed for him. God, she’d never guessed he’d be this intense.

  He bent his head and the slow slide of his tongue followed the path his finger had traveled. Lana quivered, her knees trembling under the sensual attack. Despite her lingering pique at him for his overbearing behavior she wanted more. The need, the desire after so many months alone demanded release. Begging words crammed her throat when he continued to pet and tease instead of moving along to a satisfactory conclusion. Finally they spilled free.

  “Please. Please do something.”

  “Say my name.”

  “Duncan, please. Please don’t tease me.”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  Hadn’t she made it obvious already? She stared at him in a combination of bemusement and defiance. Her pussy fluttered and a deep-seated ache fired between her legs. Lana squeezed her thighs together in an effort to assuage the sensual throb. The move only made the ache worse, made her realize how wet she was for him, how much she craved his body.

  “Tell me,” he growled.

  “I want you.”

  “Do you want my finger? My mouth? Give me details.”

  Lana moaned low and throaty at the thought of his blunt finger invading her channel, pushing against the slick walls of her cunt. Stretching her.

  “Yes,” she whispered, heat suffusing her body, pulling her nipples to painfully tight points. She transferred her weight from foot to foot again, the pervasive ache in her pussy driving her crazy. Maybe she shouldn’t rub her legs together? Lana widened her stance and moaned at the cool air brushing her swollen folds. It didn’t feel better. The ache had intensified.

  Duncan leaned closer, his breath a warm puff against her ear when he spoke. “Just my finger, Lana? Is that all you want?”

  Unbidden, she glanced down at his erection. It was thick and pointed outward, blue veins visible beneath the surface. The head appeared swollen and colored a deep red, and as she watched, a pearl of liquid formed at the slit. She swallowed. “I want your cock.”

  He nodded in a thoughtful manner, as if he were considering her request. Lana attempted to swallow and realized stress had formed a lump in her throat. Tension pulsed through her body, almost replacing her sexual desire.

  Duncan moved lazily, stepping back so he didn’t crowd her anymore. He dropped one hand to cup his erection. The air hissed out of her and she couldn’t help but watch. With a leisurely pull, he stroked his cock while watching her the entire time. He clearly enjoyed the touch and didn’t mind the audience, she thought, thoroughly miffed. She wondered what he wanted to prove. That he could get himself off by masturbating? Newsflash—any fool could do that. The end result left one feeling empty and strangely unsatisfied after awhile.

  He kept the strokes slow and even, his slit weeping freely as he fisted his cock. “How do you want my cock? Inside that luscious mouth of yours? Or maybe inside your sweet little cunt?”

  Lana’s mouth dropped open in shock. She had never…no one had ever spoken to her in this manner before. She wanted to tell him she was a lady even though that would be a big, fat lie, especially with the rush of heat and arousal that accompanied his words. And propositioning him wasn’t something a lady would do.

  While she watched, he moved his hand, pulling on his cock again and stroked a thumb over the head, sweeping away the liquid. Seconds later another bead glistened at the slit.

  “Or maybe you’d like my cock in your ass, Lana?”

  She gasped, the throb in her pussy intensifying to downright painful. It seemed a bit of dirty talk turned her on, flipped her switches and took her from zero to ready-to-go in seconds flat.

  “What do you say, Lana?” Duncan’s eyes were a dark jade green, his gaze intense and unrelenting. “How would you like me?”

  Lana licked her lips, both excitement and trepidation warring inside her. She hoped it didn’t show on her face. “You…you decide. I don’t mind.”

  “But what if I decide on something kinky, Lana?” He eyed her closely, his body suddenly tense.

  Oh heck. “How kinky?” Her question came out with a definite squeak, and her stomach hollowed with the sharp whip of erotic fear. What had she set in motion?

  Chapter Two

  Duncan wanted to laugh at the sheer panic dancing across her expressive face. It wasn’t nice of him to tease her, but he didn’t want Lana to think he was easy. She wasn’t going to wrap him around her little finger and make a yes-man out of him. No. Right from the start he needed her to know he liked sex. He liked to do things his way and dominate in the bedroom. Outside the bedroom he wanted a partnership, and he knew enough about himself to know he couldn’t tolerate anything except sweet submission in the sexual arena. He wasn’t a traditional kind of guy. That frightened some women. His gut told him Lana would handle him, his needs, just fine.

  She licked her lips again and glanced down at his cock with longing. Oh yeah. He thought Lana Sinclair would enjoy what he had to offer, and by the end of the weekend she’d crave him enough to keep him around. Cat and mouse. Confidence filled him when he caught yet another furtive glance. Good girl. Let’s give you a taste of pleasure and start reeling you in.

  “We’ll start off slow.” Duncan almost laughed at the relief flashing across her face. “No, leave your hands where they are.”

  “They’re sore.”

  “Just a little bit longer, sweetheart. Do it for me.” He noticed the
subtle tremor of her arms, her uncomfortable fidgeting, and wanted to push her, take her farther than she’d gone before.

  She nodded uncertainly. The acknowledgment lacked confidence. Duncan knew that would change. She’d learn how much pleasure awaited, how good it could be for both of them if she just trusted him. He dipped his head to take one taut pink nipple into his mouth. He tongued it, forcing the bud against his teeth to give her an extra edge of sensation. Her soft cry and the tight grip of her hands burrowing into his hair brought an inward grin. Despite her disobedience, he couldn’t find it in him to discipline her. Not yet. The sweet taste of her skin and the spicy honey scent of her pushed him to hurry. He sank down on his knees in front of her and gripped her thighs.

  “Duncan?”

  “Shush,” he soothed. “Part your legs for me. Yeah. That’s it.” A burst of her spicy scent engulfed him when he inhaled. He panted, trying to tamp down his excitement. Knowing he would take her, fuck her soon, had his cock weeping freely, his balls so tight he thought he might burst. Concentrate, he scolded himself. Get Lana off first then you can take her while her pretty pussy is still pulsing from climax. He stroked his fingers across the tender skin of her inner thighs, gloried in her sharp intake of breath. This close her feminine scent was much stronger and he could imagine how sweet she would taste on his tongue. With his lips he nuzzled the baby-soft skin of her mound and licked a wet path down the crease between leg and pelvis. He parted her pink folds, felt her searing heat seconds before he raked his tongue down her cleft, smiling at the hungry little whimper she made. She tasted good, far better than anything his imagination could conjure. She trembled when he skimmed his tongue across her clit, and the way she moaned told him her control was tenuous at best. Not much better than his. Time for action. He upped the erotic assault on her fevered flesh and pushed one finger into her cunt, almost groaning out loud at the wet, silken heat greeting him. Her breathing hitched and another tremor ripped through her body. His patience at an end, Duncan pulled his finger free and scooped her into his arms. Ignoring her startled yelp, he placed her in a part of the sheltered hollow where the tussock grass grew thick. Hardly the perfect place for seduction. At this stage he didn’t care. For a long second he raked his gaze over her curvy form, finally letting it settle on the deep pink flesh between her splayed legs. The sun glinted off her juices while Lana stared at him with big, wide eyes.

  “You ready?”

  “Yes! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell—”

  Lana watched him as he moved over her, predatory intent written on his face highlighted by the sexual flush of arousal on his cheekbones. His hands dropped to cup her buttocks, he positioned himself at her entrance and penetrated her with a powerful thrust of his body. Overwhelming sensations fizzled through her, heart thundering at the invasion of his thick cock. Nothing hurt. Instead she felt full and stretched almost beyond comfort. Oh, the sensations—the weight of his body covering her and the flicker of pleasure rippling from her swollen clit. Her eyes fluttered closed to concentrate on the unbearable pleasure of being taken and possessed. This, she had missed so much. Lana ran her hands over his smooth back and lower to cup his ass, encouraging him to move. She dug her fingernails into the tight muscle and undulated beneath him in clear demand.

  He chuckled. “Lucky for you, sweetheart, my control is almost shot.”

  Before she could puzzle out his remark he started to thrust. At first they were slow and even thrusts. His mouth covered hers and she tasted his need plus the feminine musk from her own body. The tang of arousal drifted around them, combining with the earthy flavors of the outdoors. Suddenly he grasped her hands and lifted them above her head, manacling them together using one hand. Then he started to grind into her with hard digs of his cock, the frenzied strokes leaving her in no doubt of his need. She groaned, feeling pleasure, but he wasn’t hitting her in quite the right spot. Desperate, she angled her hips, arching and letting out a fevered moan when she achieved the perfect alignment. The ripples of pleasure started immediately, her pussy clutching at his shaft, pulsing in small tremors, consuming her.

  “Good. So good,” she whispered hoarsely.

  “I know.”

  If anything his cock grew larger, the tight fit unbearably good. He snarled, his face contorted in a primeval mask, and suddenly she burst apart, exploding with pleasure so powerful it seemed almost painful. She was dimly aware of his cry. Deep shudders shook his frame and his seed jetted from him in powerful spurts. Gradually the storm quieted and they lay peacefully entwined together, still connected.

  Duncan released her wrists and pulled his weight off her, turning their bodies so they lay on their sides. “You okay?”

  Okay? Okay? Did a puddle-like feeling rate as okay? Her eyes opened to see him studying her closely. “So good.” Her pussy contracted in a spasm around his cock, making her realize he still filled her to capacity with his hard length.

  “I didn’t hurt you?” Faint worry showed in the slight creases on his forehead.

  “No, why would you hurt me?” She wrinkled her nose at him, feeling utterly relaxed and replete. “My only complaint is your pace. I could have come like that half an hour ago.”

  Duncan shook his head. “Complaints. You’re lucky I’m not near any of my ropes. I’d tie you up and punish you for failing to obey my every order.”

  “What sort of punishment?”

  Working hard to suppress his grin, he ran his hand over her bottom. Full and curvy, the skin soft and creamy, her fine ass fulfilled all his dreams. Damn, he could still remember his first sight of her wearing tight blue jeans. About to make a move until Jamie had walked up to her and slung his arm around her shoulders in clear ownership, he’d choked back his instincts and played the friend card. This ass was now his to touch and play with. After separating their bodies, he bent his head and took a bite.

  “Ow! If you’re hungry go and chase a rabbit.”

  “I’m hungry all right, but first there’s a little matter of disobeying orders.” He pushed her flat on her stomach, cupping his hand around one buttock before lifting it and giving her a sharp smack. She jumped. He held her in place with his hand in the small of her back. The pink imprint of his palm brought intense satisfaction. His. He smacked her again, the sharp crack making the blow sound harder than it actually was.

  She wriggled, trying to evade his touch. “Enough! I’m not a naughty child.”

  “No, you’re a very sexy woman who won’t obey orders even when they’re given to enhance pleasure.”

  A snort emerged and, grinning, he brought his hand down for a third time, admiring the fiery blush and the contrast to the rest of her pale skin.

  “Why is this making me hot?” she muttered in an undertone, obviously talking to herself.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes. No! That was a private conversation with myself. Of course I don’t like having my ass tapped like a naughty girl.”

  It sure as hell made him hot and ready to fuck her again. “Part your legs for me. Let me see how wet you are. Yeah. Just like that. Perfect.” Duncan stroked his finger across her labia, delicately spreading the wet, swollen folds. He bent to blow a stream of warm air down her slit, closely attuning to her reactions because he wanted to learn what made her hot.

  “Do I get a turn being boss?”

  “Nope. You asked for a weekend and I said yes, but on my terms.”

  “Bully. Are you going to let me up?”

  “We haven’t finished yet, kitty. Not by a long shot.”

  “Don’t call me kitty. I don’t like it.”

  Duncan grinned again, aware he’d had more fun today than he’d had in a long time, not that he’d suffered from lack of female attention. Women adored cowboys and weren’t shy about letting him know. He wouldn’t be male if he hadn’t indulged in some carefree fun. Sharp desire rippled through him to settle in his balls. “Push up on all fours for me. I want to fuck you from behind. After I color your sweet as
s some more.”

  Lana trembled, obeying him, lifting to her hands and knees. His cock bucked, his balls drawing tight. This time he intended to pace himself. He smacked her lower on her ass so the sting ran across her sex. After another smack he noticed she lifted up slightly so the flat of his hand struck in the same place. He parted the globes of her ass and trailed a finger across her rosette. She started, body tensing. He repeated the move while he slid two fingers into her sodden pussy. Her soft groan made his shaft buck, the curving glans sliding across her hip.

  “Duncan.”

  She said his name so sweetly and with such longing that he strummed his thumb along her cleft, skimming the edge of her clit to give her just a hint of sensation. He curved his fingers inside, seeking her sweet spot while he continued to tease her hard nub. Each move of his thumb came closer until she strained beneath him, moaning when he massaged her internally.

  A shudder racked her body and he increased his assault, determined to give her pleasure. By the end of the weekend she wouldn’t be able to look at him without thinking of sex and the thick slice of pleasure he offered each time he touched her. If he showed her how good they could be together, she might come to believe there was only one alternative for them.

  “I don’t think torture is meant to feel so good.”

  “Only good. I must be doing something wrong.” His cock throbbed when he felt the spurt of cream in her tight pussy. He massaged, bending his head to nibble the glowing skin of her ass. With a groan that sounded almost like a wail she came, cunt squeezing around his fingers while the scrape of his teeth and the lick of his tongue across her flesh brought a violent flutter. Her hands gave out, her body dropping to the ground while her pussy still grabbed at his fingers. Hell, she was hot.