Ju DiMello - Jaguar, Be Mine

He speared her with a knowing look. “Time to show you then.”

Lifting her off the ground was no easy feat. Muscles bunching, he did exactly that and strode upstairs.

She held on tight, trepidation warring with excitement. What had she unleashed? Even the light sprinkling of hair on his chest rippled with his powerful movements.

She gave a shaky laugh. “Where are we? In the dark ages?”

His eyes bore into hers, but he didn’t reply.

She waited until he reached the upper floor before squirming out of his arms and pushing him toward the bedroom.

His legs hit the bed and his cock bobbed. Fascinated by the bulging veins and the sheer size of his erection, she licked her lips. His gaze locked on her tongue, firing up her desire. Her pussy drenched further, making her squirm and she caught her breasts, pulling his attention to her hands squeezing them. He gave a strangled groan.

She smirked. “Listen, caveman. Dark ages or not, let’s level the playground in the bedroom, shall we?”

He pouted, going along with her game. “That’s not fair.”

She tweaked her nipple until the tight bud stood erect. “Why? Aren’t you up for it?”

“Hell, if I get any more up, I think I’ll explode.”

Her own laughter sounded throaty, a vixen’s. She’d never had so much fun in the bedroom, or heck, anywhere else for that matter. The new experience seemed exhilarating, terrifying and way too satisfying.

“Come ‘ere,” he said, motioning her with a curl of his index finger.

She shook her head, ignoring his rumbling, sexy voice, and trailed her hands over her torso, touching the soft curls between her thighs. His eyes darkened and a low growl sounded from him.

“You’re a tease, aren’t you?”

She didn’t know. Was she? Keeping him spellbound with her movements made her equally breathless, captivated.

“Maybe,” she answered truthfully. She dipped a finger into her wetness, biting her lip at the way he clenched his hands, visibly struggling to control himself.

“I don’t think I can hold on much longer, Karin.” His tight words cemented her knowledge. He was attracted to her. Very much. The knowledge gave her a thrill she didn’t expect.

She sauntered over to him, holding his gaze. Her heart galloped as she laid a hand on his chest, pushing him until he flopped down on the mattress and then kept up the pressure until he fell back.

The drop of pre-cum at the tip of his erection beckoned her closer. The scent of his male arousal sent a heady stab of desire to her womanly parts. Licking her lips, she canted forward.

“That’s it, sugar. Climb up here and turn around, I’ll taste you while you take my cock into your pretty mouth.”

His blunt command zinged through her and she scooted into place on top of him, enjoying the sensations running riotous throughout her body as he caressed her ass cheeks and positioned her pussy above his lips.

Dang! A sexy rumble of his voice and she turned to putty in his hands instead of portraying herself as sophistication incarnate. She shivered at the intimate exposure and then racked her brain to gain some semblance of control. “Let’s see who topples first.”

She sensed, rather than saw his grin. “How could I resist such a saucy challenge from a gorgeous and sexy female?”

“Brave words.” She twirled her tongue over the tip of his erection and took in his taste—salty and tangy. His hiss gave her some much-needed confidence. “Time for action, jaguar-man.”

He stilled under her, his muscles clenching. “You’re out to kill me, aren’t you?”

She chuckled and then moaned as his tongue plundered her depths. No hesitation. He’d gotten a head start, but she’d soon catch up. And just like that her thoughts scattered as he added a finger to his ministrations. Pleasure raked through her, sharp and swift, as if she hadn’t climaxed once already. Taking in a choppy breath, she took him in. Inch by inch, she deep-throated his cock, his muffled grunt sending satisfaction racing through her.

His hips bucked as she fondled his balls and wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft. Her pleasure climbed steadily, each lap of his tongue pushing her closer to the edge. Her back arched to give him more access, even as her sucking became more frenzied.

Her moans overlapped his groans, until she didn’t know who made what sound. She went faster and harder, her nipples abrading on the soft hairs of his torso. His abdomen tensed, even as her breathing hitched. Each lick gave a jolt to her sensitized nerves and he bucked under her, as helpless as she to stop the tide.

Ecstasy flooded her and she tensed, trying to hold on until he came.

“Let go, Karin. Come for me. Now.”

His growled words, punctuated by his hands squeezing her ass cheeks and his tongue nudging her clit made her scream around his cock with the pleasure hammering into her. His entire body tensed under her and a harsh groan escaped his lips. His cum hit the back of her throat. She sucked, pulling more of his salty essence, even as she shuddered with the ripples of her climax.

The musky scents of their arousal rent the air and she winced when she shifted. His semi-hard cock still twitched in her mouth and she gave it a last, lingering slurp and lifted herself.

Sweat coated their bodies even as he pulled her atop him and nuzzled her neck. She gulped in air, each rasp a little more relieving, until she got her breath back after long moments.

“So,” he drawled, his voice creating a pleasant rumble on his chest. “Did you time our takeoff?”

Drowsiness overtook her tired limbs, even as she felt the soft sprinkle of hair on his chest tickling her ears.

She thought she mumbled, “Next time,” before giving in to the blissful lethargy creeping into her.

* * * * *

She shot awake on the bed, dazed and disoriented with the sudden movement. Shaking her head, she blinked to adjust her vision to the dim lights. For a mere second, she wondered if she’d dreamed up the entire episode with the jaguar who’d snaked his way into her life.

No. Though she was alone, Xander’s scent wrapped around her, on the bed, in the room.

Where was he?

If he thought he could run to the elders spouting tales of how she’d fallen into bed with him without much coaxing, she’d— what? Wasn’t that the truth? The faint warning bells that woke her up from her nap clamored now.

She abruptly shoved off the bed, grabbing a robe before she hurried downstairs. He might have gotten a head start on her, but once she shifted, she could catch up in no time at all.

Once she spied the sneaky bastard—

A slight sound from the kitchen stopped her mid-thought. His subtle scent of cloves teased her senses, engulfed by something cheesy, bacon-y. Maybe he hadn’t left at all.

She stilled on the steps, her heart pounding, firmly refusing to analyze why the mere thought of coming face to face with him had her salivating with need though her throat seemed parched.

She crossed the living room and paused on the kitchen threshold, her thoughts blanking out at the sight greeting her. His broad shoulders, those sleek muscles covered with smooth skin, were a sight to behold. A towel slung low over his hips, barely covering his firm ass and she clenched her fingers into fists before snapping her mouth shut. The incongruity of the entire scene slammed into her.

“What are you doing?” Her voice came out scratchy, hoarse, and she winced at the way she seemingly lost everything, especially her control, around him.

The microwave dinged as he gestured her in without turning around. For a few seconds, he seemed busy assembling his plate. There was something inherently sexy about a man prowling in the kitchen with nothing but a towel around his hips. She might be an unapologetic female not needing a man, but even she couldn’t help but want to let out a low whistle of appreciation when he turned around to place two steaming plates on the tiled breakfast bar.