writhing.
But he did. Licked me right up into another orgasm.
I totally rocked into his mouth and kept rocking, because his tongue kept laving, hitting that inner spot. I was clawing like a wildcat, squealing for all I was worth, it was so good .
My legs were up over his shoulders.
You could not have told me how awesome that was gonna be. I never would have believed it. I don’t know how many times I came in a row, but he ate it all up.
What stopped it, though, was the scent from the front. I guess it was too much for his chauffeur. He’d relieved himself, too. That shit fills the air, you know. Rises fast.
That cut all the action short, had Bark grunting, “Fuck,” again.
I don’t know. Maybe he was getting stiff, all cramped up in that position. Spreading my legs, pawing up me, until he managed to get up, and on the seat beside me, he fell back into his own corner and said, “Fucking Gaia. I need to get you home.”
I had never felt so fucked before in my life. I didn’t care where he took me.
Wait. I take that back.
I knew there was no way in hell I could go home smelling like I did then, because he was all over me. Limp, I struggled to reach out for him, put a hand on his arm. “Please tell me you mean your home.”
Chapter Three
Barklay said hoarsely, “Yeah. I meant my home.” To his driver, he said, “The cabin.”
The car began to move, and I felt relieved.
He reached up and took my hand, then pulled me to him, rested it over his crotch. His dick was hard again. He asked, “Feel that?”
Like I couldn’t feel a tree. I let out a little half laugh. “Uh, yeah.”
He barked, “It’s wrong, Letha. You shouldn’t do this to me.”
Because I was bastet and he was garou. I hated the fact that he was trying to make what was good into something wrong. I couldn’t let him get away with it.
I had to squeeze. I couldn’t help it. There is a certain power in knowing that he was ready to go, hot for me. But there was something else, too. After the shooting stars he’d put in the sky for me, I felt a little obligated. “You want...you want me to go down on you?”
There’s the thing. How could he not want that? He was obviously into that sort of thing. His cock literally bounced in his pants when I asked. But he laid his head back--at the same time pressing my hand down harder on him--and said, “No. Just hold on. Okay?”
I did. I leaned back, too, squeezing on occasion. It didn’t feel real. The whole scene, I mean. Dark shadows, all smells, emotions, sensations. A lot of groaning and moaning. Even then, while we were driving.
He was rolling his hips beneath my hand, and I was seriously thinking of going down on him anyway. I knew he wanted it, was thinking about it while we passed through town. Right? And after what I’d just experienced, I thought, the guy deserves it. He deserved the fucking universe.
I had no idea that there was a man on the planet who could do what he had done.
But suddenly my head came up. We were definitely heading out of town. My sense of direction kicked in. South.
I guess my grip indicated my panic. He smoothed his fingers over mine, and said, “Relax, cat. Mm.” He stroked my hand over his manhood. “I can’t wait to get you to my place.”
Okay. So, my brain’s finally kicking in. I’d been sexually satisfied--multiple times--and now I was starting to think beyond that. I didn’t pull my hand away, because it was definitely soothing the beast, but I asked in a small voice, “Where, exactly , do you live...Barklay?”
His nose wrinkled. “South of town.”
Sixth sense or something, I felt the hair on the back of my neck rising. “Where?”
Garou-ville was bad enough, but I
But he did. Licked me right up into another orgasm.
I totally rocked into his mouth and kept rocking, because his tongue kept laving, hitting that inner spot. I was clawing like a wildcat, squealing for all I was worth, it was so good .
My legs were up over his shoulders.
You could not have told me how awesome that was gonna be. I never would have believed it. I don’t know how many times I came in a row, but he ate it all up.
What stopped it, though, was the scent from the front. I guess it was too much for his chauffeur. He’d relieved himself, too. That shit fills the air, you know. Rises fast.
That cut all the action short, had Bark grunting, “Fuck,” again.
I don’t know. Maybe he was getting stiff, all cramped up in that position. Spreading my legs, pawing up me, until he managed to get up, and on the seat beside me, he fell back into his own corner and said, “Fucking Gaia. I need to get you home.”
I had never felt so fucked before in my life. I didn’t care where he took me.
Wait. I take that back.
I knew there was no way in hell I could go home smelling like I did then, because he was all over me. Limp, I struggled to reach out for him, put a hand on his arm. “Please tell me you mean your home.”
Chapter Three
Barklay said hoarsely, “Yeah. I meant my home.” To his driver, he said, “The cabin.”
The car began to move, and I felt relieved.
He reached up and took my hand, then pulled me to him, rested it over his crotch. His dick was hard again. He asked, “Feel that?”
Like I couldn’t feel a tree. I let out a little half laugh. “Uh, yeah.”
He barked, “It’s wrong, Letha. You shouldn’t do this to me.”
Because I was bastet and he was garou. I hated the fact that he was trying to make what was good into something wrong. I couldn’t let him get away with it.
I had to squeeze. I couldn’t help it. There is a certain power in knowing that he was ready to go, hot for me. But there was something else, too. After the shooting stars he’d put in the sky for me, I felt a little obligated. “You want...you want me to go down on you?”
There’s the thing. How could he not want that? He was obviously into that sort of thing. His cock literally bounced in his pants when I asked. But he laid his head back--at the same time pressing my hand down harder on him--and said, “No. Just hold on. Okay?”
I did. I leaned back, too, squeezing on occasion. It didn’t feel real. The whole scene, I mean. Dark shadows, all smells, emotions, sensations. A lot of groaning and moaning. Even then, while we were driving.
He was rolling his hips beneath my hand, and I was seriously thinking of going down on him anyway. I knew he wanted it, was thinking about it while we passed through town. Right? And after what I’d just experienced, I thought, the guy deserves it. He deserved the fucking universe.
I had no idea that there was a man on the planet who could do what he had done.
But suddenly my head came up. We were definitely heading out of town. My sense of direction kicked in. South.
I guess my grip indicated my panic. He smoothed his fingers over mine, and said, “Relax, cat. Mm.” He stroked my hand over his manhood. “I can’t wait to get you to my place.”
Okay. So, my brain’s finally kicking in. I’d been sexually satisfied--multiple times--and now I was starting to think beyond that. I didn’t pull my hand away, because it was definitely soothing the beast, but I asked in a small voice, “Where, exactly , do you live...Barklay?”
His nose wrinkled. “South of town.”
Sixth sense or something, I felt the hair on the back of my neck rising. “Where?”
Garou-ville was bad enough, but I
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