Cat and Mouse

by Shelley Munro

  His cock twitched and he had to bite back a groan of pain. Forcing away his desperate desire he concentrated on Lana, the woman he wanted and had lusted after for years. The thought centered him and helped Duncan push harder. He teased and drove her higher until her limbs trembled and she lifted her hips, jerking them upward each time he licked near her clit. She pleaded and begged and shook, looking so beautiful it made his heart hurt.

  Finally, with the taste of her on his lips, he pulled away to survey her. Legs splayed, her sex glistening with her juices, she seemed like a wanton angel.

  His.

  Satisfaction coursed through his veins as he watched her, the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the restless movements of her limbs.

  Lana propped up on her elbows to glare at him. “Is that it? Are you finished?” Her words rose until the final ones came out at a distinct shriek.

  Suppressing a smile, he said, “Of course not. I’m going to take off my clothes, settle myself between your legs and guide my cock into place.”

  Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “And then what?”

  “I’ll thrust into you, pushing deep until I fill you.”

  Her eyes widened before she nodded. “Yes, good idea. Hurry.”

  “Touch yourself while I undress,” he suggested. “But not enough to make yourself come.”

  “While you watch?”

  “You promised to obey me.”

  A crease furrowed her brow and they stared at each other for a long moment—a male and female battle—until Lana looked away. As he watched, her hand slid down her torso at a torturously slow pace.

  Duncan bit back a groan of his own and pushed off the bed to remove his clothes. Boots first then his clothes. He made quick work of the chore, hissing with relief when his cock sprang free of his jeans. The entire time he watched Lana finger herself, sliding her finger into her pussy, coating it with her juices and bringing it back to circle her swollen clit.

  “Once more,” he said, kneeling on the bed beside her. While she repeated the action, he tugged one nipple, twisting it slightly.

  “You’re torturing me,” she complained.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “I want you to shove your cock inside me for a start,” she muttered.

  “Next time I’m bringing my bag of tricks and I’ll make sure I have a gag and ropes.”

  Lana’s mouth dropped open. He’d mentioned ropes before and thought he’d been joking. Her teeth snapped together with an audible click. “I do not talk too much.”

  Duncan didn’t bother to reply. Instead he flopped onto his back and stared at her with silent expectation.

  “What?”

  “You wanted my cock. Take what you need.”

  Unbidden, her gaze swept his body to settle at his groin. His thick cock jutted upward, the mushroom-shaped head glistening. His brows rose and a smile curled his lips. Challenge shone in his eyes.

  “A dare?”

  “Yep.”

  Lana snorted. “I thought you were spouting about taking charge.”

  “And you’re balking at the thought of giving control over to me. I’m making it easy for you. Take what you want.” He settled with his hands under his head, watching her with clear expectancy. “Ride me.”

  Lana eyed his erection again and clenched her thighs together. A liquid roll of desire hit her and she had to bite back a groan. Undeniable masculine interest and the wetness pooling between her thighs spurred her to action. She clambered over his legs until she straddled him, her pulse spiking sharply. Heck, she’d done this before so why was she so nervous?

  “Carry on.”

  Arrogant so-and-so. Someone should teach him a lesson about control. Without thinking any further she leaned over to press a kiss to his lips, a brief skimming of mouths. Even that contact sent a bolt of lust rocketing through her, unraveling her restraint. Taking a deep breath she settled in to kiss him properly. She nipped at his bottom lip, laving the sting with her moist tongue. Lana touched the tip of her tongue to his mouth, taking it slowly and going all out to seduce him. Increasing the pressure slightly, she took advantage of his parted lips. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, licking along it with her tongue while her fingers burrowed into his dark hair. Gradually she moved her mouth lower, kissing his jaw and trailing kisses toward his ear. He groaned when she licked the shell of his ear and nibbled his lobe, thrilled at the small sound from him. She craved his touch, but his hands remained at his sides. He really had ceded control to her for the moment.

  So she’d tempt him.

  Lana licked the column of his throat and gave a little nibble at the juncture of neck and shoulder. His heartfelt groan brought surprise then a flash of panic. Fuck! What the hell was she doing? She needed to keep well away from the spot feline shifters traditionally marked each other and officially mated. No way did she want to give him ideas. This was strictly a one-time deal.

  Moving rapidly away from the trouble area, she rasped her tongue over one flat nipple, teasing it to attention. His fingers tangled in her hair, silent encouragement in the pressure of his hands. She knew her tongue felt rougher than a human’s and loved it when he licked any part of her body. His husky groan and the buck of his hard body brought satisfaction and pleasure from the giving.

  “Kiss and lick my cock,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

  “I have a program,” she said. “There’s lots of good stuff yet. I don’t want to miss a thing.”

  “And what if I die of heart failure before you get to the extra-good stuff?”

  “You? A big, bad cowboy? I thought cowboys were tough. Besides, you said I could do what I wanted.”

  “Nah, babe. I’m marshmallow in your hands.”

  “Huh! Now why don’t I believe that? You want me to follow your orders, especially in the bedroom, even though we’re only lovers for the weekend. And you’re bossy outside the bedroom arena too.”

  Duncan blinked once before he grinned. “I love your strong, independent spirit. It’s very sexy.”

  “And you’re avoiding the point of this conversation,” Lana said, nipping at a pectoral muscle. “You’re bossy. All feline males are bossy because it’s part of your nature and you don’t like females who have aspirations outside the family home.” Oops, she hadn’t meant to lecture him. Besides, it didn’t matter. After this weekend ended she wouldn’t see him again for months. Lana leaned over to lick down his ribs and his splendid abs, allowing her hair to fall forward and curtain her chagrin. Bother Jamie and his old-fashioned rules about women. Babies. She wasn’t unnatural because she didn’t want children straightaway. One day she’d love to have children, and meanwhile, being on the Pill protected her from an unwanted pregnancy. Huh, that and abstaining from sex. She dipped her tongue into his navel before licking around the small indentation, smiling at Duncan’s purr of pleasure. Just as she suspected. Males liked a little petting before getting to the main course.

  She moved lower still, letting her fingers trail over his abs and work-hardened muscles. Lana knew he worked on farms and ranches between rodeos. His soapy and masculine scent curled through her while his rough purrs brought a deepening smile.

  Instead of heading straight for his jutting cock, she kissed his inner thighs, breathing in his scent and dragging it deep into her lungs. Her hands skimmed with purpose and skill, driving both their arousals higher at the same time.

  Duncan sighed, his hips canting upward when she nuzzled his balls. She’d half expected him to take control again, but instead, he watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, his thighs spreading to give her better access. The velvety head of his cock brushed against her cheek and Lana swallowed, excited by both his trust and her rising desire. Slowly she dragged her tongue along his length, kissing the curving glans at his tip.

  “Lana,” he whispered.

  He packed a lot of meaning into the one word, a lot of need. A hungry little noise emerged from deep in her throat a
nd she licked the length of his cock again before repeating the kiss. This time she sealed her lips around the head and sucked. His entire body jolted, driving him deeper into her mouth. The musky taste and the scent of him filled her senses.

  “Take more,” he said.

  She wanted to please him and obeyed instantly, even before she realized he’d subtly wrested control from her. Suddenly it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the pleasure that rippled between them, the passion that sprang to life when they touched. Lana took him deep into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the head while she scrapped her fingers over his balls. They drew tighter with her ministrations and tension swirled through the air. Her sex throbbed, and as if he could read her mind, Duncan seized her by the shoulders, lifting her head away from his cock.

  “Take me inside you. Ride me. I want to feel your snug pussy gripping my cock. I want to watch your beautiful breasts bounce while you ride me. And I want to see you rubbing your finger over your clit. It will be swollen and slippery. I want you to take your pleasure. I want to watch your face when you come.”

  “What about you?” Lana said faintly.

  “I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.”

  Lana didn’t doubt that for a moment. Trembling, she lifted her body and guided his cock to her entrance. Slowly she impaled herself, closing her eyes to savor the stretch when his cock parted her sensitive tissues. The brush of fingers over the curves of her breasts made her smile dreamily, but the caress of her marking spot had her eyes flying open. They stared at each other, silent messages gliding back and forth between them. Lana swallowed. Too much. Too intimate.

  She moved, rising on his cock and sinking down again, keeping each move slow and purposeful while her mind screamed at her to do something, to flee the temptation that had suddenly seized her by the throat. Another swallow merely shifted the lump of apprehension. Duncan was temporary. She could not, would not mate with him.

  Chapter Five

  Something shifted between them when he touched her shoulder. A new awareness pulsed in her jade green eyes and Duncan had to fight past the urge to act caveman. He trailed his fingers across the smooth golden skin again, her shiver bringing a sense of satisfaction. Jamie would have marked her, although it had faded. It would only be a matter of time before she bore his mark. He could wait. He would wait until Lana accepted him readily.

  Lana started to ride him with a steady rise and fall, pausing each time he was fully seated to squeeze her inner muscles. Hot, easy glides followed by a viselike squeeze set the pattern. He felt his balls tighten and draw up, his cock lengthen and start to throb. Lana licked her lips, an unhurried and sexy moistening of the plump, pink curve.

  “Touch yourself,” he said when he didn’t think he could hold back his orgasm for much longer.

  Her chin shot up in defiance until the beginnings of a grin twitched at his lips.

  “Do it,” he ordered.

  Her cheeks flushed as she slid her hand over her stomach. One finger slipped between her folds and she massaged her clit.

  “Good girl. Show me your finger. Show me how wet you are.”

  “You can feel how wet I am,” she retorted.

  “I want to taste you.”

  Her eyes widened but she dipped her finger into her honey and removed it, leaning forward so he could take the digit into his mouth.

  Duncan heard her gasp and felt the subtle clamp of her pussy around his cock. He sucked on her finger and watched her eyes widen. When he licked the pad before releasing it, she moaned.

  “I like the way you taste. Hot and spicy. Beautiful.” He leaned forward to tongue her breasts, giving her a hint of teeth and glorying in her open responses. It was clear she enjoyed sex as much as he did, which boded well for the future.

  After one final lick, Duncan settled back on the bed, encouraging her with a grin. “Make me come.”

  Instantly the tension ramped up in the bedroom. She hastened her pace, her head falling back as she swayed above him. Sounds of fucking filled the air along with soft sighs and moans. Faster and faster, she went, her tight cunt squeezing him. Her finger slid across her clit while she pinched one of her nipples with her other hand. She came in a rapid explosion, her pussy pulsing around his cock. Duncan loved the play of emotions over her face, the rush of pleasure and dazed expression.

  With an explosion of power, he moved, turning their bodies and fucking her hard and fast with rapid digs of his cock. Orgasm hit him like a rodeo bull intent on revenge. He groaned at the rush of pleasure while his semen splashed against her womb. For an instant he stilled, his pulse fast and choppy. Hell, sex had never been this good. Closing his eyes, he rolled so Lana curled against his chest. Neither of them spoke and that didn’t matter. Duncan felt comfortable and at home for the first time in his life and knew the woman in his arms played a large part in the situation. This was right and he looked forward to a future with Lana.

  * * * * *

  Lana played the coward and pretended to be asleep when Duncan left the next morning. She knew he’d need to get back to the campground and check his equipment. When the front door closed and his steps had receded, Lana opened her eyes and turned over to flop onto her back. Her body ached in a good way and although tired, she felt jazzed and full of energy. A little sex and hey, presto, energy zapped through her. She felt good, really good. A smile curved her lips. Who needed pills and tonics when a man like Duncan Ross was there for the taking?

  A light knock jolted her upright. She clutched the sheet to her naked breasts and frowned at the door.

  “Lana? Are you awake?” Emily asked.

  “If she wasn’t before, she is now,” Saber murmured.

  Lana heard feminine amusement before she replied. “I’m awake.”

  “Good, come and have coffee with me. I’m starved for feminine conversation.”

  “You talked to her yesterday and last night,” Lana heard Saber say.

  “I’ll have a quick shower to wake up and be there in ten minutes,” Lana said, climbing from the bed.

  “A woman on time,” Saber said when she walked into the kitchen and dropped into a chair beside Emily.

  “I’m used to quick showers.”

  “Did Duncan get away all right?” Emily asked, shunting a mug of coffee in Lana’s direction. “Do you need milk?”

  “Um, no,” Lana said, unsure of where to look. Finally she gave up and grinned back at Emily because she felt so relaxed and good. If she’d thought Duncan wouldn’t get the wrong idea, she would have asked if they could meet up every six months or so, but she didn’t want to encourage him into thinking they might have something permanent. No, this way was better with the best of both worlds. She got to have fulfilling sex with a hunky male and kept her independence as well. Once she returned to Queenstown she’d be flat out with the renovations to her restaurant and the planning of the new menu.

  Emily’s eyes twinkled over the top of her coffee mug. “Did you and Duncan have a fight?”

  “Sweetheart, leave the poor woman alone. We all know Duncan was here last night,” Saber said. “And I doubt there was much fighting.”

  “Pooh, you’re no fun at all,” Emily said. “What time are we going to the rodeo? Do we want to watch the kiddies and novice events?”

  “If we go early we’ll find a good place to watch the action,” Lana said.

  “I agree. I’ll load the umbrella and the chairs into my vehicle as soon as we eat,” Saber said.

  Two hours later Saber left her and Emily settled in a shady spot with a good view of the rodeo arena. Country music blared through loudspeakers, a song where the male singer tried to cajole his ladylove into marriage. Lana could see a bright red and yellow bouncy castle on the other side of the arena and heard the shriek of excited children. A mini Ferris wheel turned lazily while the scent of hot dogs, chips and meat pies filled the air.

  Cattle in pens mooed and horses neighed. Cowboys sauntered past dressed in faded jeans and chaps,
hats pulled low over their faces while they entered events, paid their fees at the office and concentrated on the day to come.

  Emily handed Lana a glass of sparkling wine and orange juice before returning the wine and juice bottle to the chiller box. “It’s a pity Saber’s brothers are all away this weekend. The single ones. I could have set you up with one of the twins, or maybe not since you’re with Duncan.”

  Lana groaned. “No matchmaking, Emily. I have no intention of marrying again. I like my independence too much. Besides, the twins are too young for me.”

  “Really? Hmm, you could be right about Joe and Sly. We don’t see them that often.” She cocked her head, looking like a curious bird. “Don’t you want a man to keep you warm during the cold winter nights? And maybe children?”

  “I don’t need to be married to do either of those,” Lana pointed out.

  “Don’t take this the wrong way, but there are so few feline females of marriageable age. Don’t you feel pressure to mate?”

  “First off, I loved Jamie. Things changed because we clashed about children. During the last three months of our marriage we’d started to argue a lot. Jamie wanted to start a family. I wanted to keep growing my business. Before we married I told him about my plans and he agreed to wait to have children. Jamie had grown tired of waiting and was starting to pressure me. We argued before he left to go skiing.” A wave of memories hit her—the bitter words between them and the pain at knowing the last time they’d seen each other had been on such bad terms. Thinking of that last argument always brought guilt.

  “Oh Lana. I’m sorry. That can’t have been easy. Not all men are the same though.”

  Lana shrugged. “Maybe, but I don’t intend to find out. I’m not marrying again. It’s better that way.”

  Emily started to smile even though her eyes remained somber. “Maybe I should send Saber’s twin brothers to your restaurant after all. I swear you won’t be able to resist either of them.”

  “I met them at the wedding, remember. Yes, they’re both nice and very sexy. I’m not interested.”

  “They’re bad boys through and through, you mean.”