Pet Me (3 page)

“Hell yes.” Cormack sat back on his haunches and enjoyed her ministrations.

It was so sexy seeing a grown man succumb to pleasure. Drusilla was wet with need.

The flimsy lace barrier between her legs snapped under the pressure of his hands and her hot pink knickers went sailing into the air. Cormack gently pushed her hand away and reached forward to lift her legs up over his shoulders. When his mouth descended and sucked on her clit, it took all her strength not to scream. Instead Drusilla clutched at his shoulders, trying not to score his skin with her nails. When Cormack’s fingers thrust deep within her body, there was only one thing she could say.

“Condom. Now.” She wanted to come with his cock buried deep and hard inside her. With her legs over his shoulders, there was only ever one way this was going to end. It was so terribly wrong but delightfully right to allow this man inside her aching body. Had Cormack ever been a stranger?

“Yes, ma’am.” Cormack stopped what he was doing yet he kept her legs up high as he reached down and searched his trousers for a condom.

“You’re a multitasker.” Her words were so breathless, Drusilla barely recognized her own voice. But then she was not the old Drusilla at that moment. She was alive with need and feelings and that hadn’t happened in forever. Drusilla licked her lips and reached down to touch the head of his cock as it pushed at her inner thigh.

“Keep doing that honey and I’m not going to be able think straight.”

That was the plan. Why should she be the only one losing control? Just looking at his bulging cock made her realize how long it had been since she had been filled by hard, pulsing heat. But then, she hadn’t wanted just any man.
I want him. And miracle of miracles, he wants me back.

“Voila!” Cormack produced a condom with a flourish.

“Yay!” Drusilla clapped her hands. His delighted smile made her feel all girly.

Cormack quickly worked the rubber up over his shaft. “Sex with you is fun.”

“The idea of fun and sex never occurred to me before.”

Cormack snapped the end piece of rubber in place. “’Never liked sex?”

“Not so much.” But this was different. This was uncontrolled madness and need and giving in to the moment.

“Some men are stupid.” He leaned down and kissed her.

Oh boy, a man who knew how to kiss
. Her whole body felt liquid under his. “Cormack?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“I’m not real good at this.”

Cormack reached up and stroked her face. “You are fantastic and never think otherwise.”

I think I love him.

“Ready for me?” His eyes were on hers awaiting her permission.

“Uh-oh,” Drusilla muttered as she felt the tightening in her left calf muscle.

“What?”

“Oh yow, leg cramp.” Drusilla gritted her teeth and pointed to her leg.

Cormack’s hands massaged the affected muscle. “Not used to having your legs over a man’s shoulder?” He winked at her.

“Are you
?” I am either disgustingly unfit or out of practice or probably both.

He chuckled. “You’re so cute.” Cormack eased her legs down and caught her around the waist.

Drusilla sat up in disappointment. “What’s wrong? Aren’t we going to—”

“Oh yeah but I want my lady to be comfortable.”

My lady. Yes, I will avoid the indecision and fall in love with him now.

“Climb on board.” Cormack tapped his naked thighs. “What?” He looked confused by her lack of movement.

“Um, well, I’m pretty heavy and I don’t want to crush…er…stuff.” And he had some mighty fine stuff on offer to a girl. Squashing that would be a crime to all womankind.

Cormack looked at her in surprise. “Are you kidding me? Did some man tell you that?” He sounded disgusted. “Well, he was an idiot. I need your body on mine now. Your thighs are the things men dream about.”

Drusilla burst out laughing. “Really?” They seemed more nightmarish to her. But then maybe lust made everything hazy and glorious.

“Yes and I need you sitting on my lap now. I will beg if I have to.”

For the first time in forever, Drusilla felt like a goddess.
My hero
. “Are you sure?” As much as she wanted to sink down and impale herself on his cock, a goddess still had responsibilities.

“Please, Dru, honey.”

The intense need and passion in his eyes convinced her. Drusilla swung her leg over his thighs and shimmied up until she was before his cock.

“Oh man,” Cormack growled deep and low.

To Drusilla, he sounded like he was in pain. “I knew it.” She started to remove herself but he held her down by her hips.

“You will kill me if you leave me now.” His voice was tight with suppressed desire. “I love the way you shimmy, all wet and hot, up my thighs.”

“Really?”
I must shimmy more often.

“Oh yeah—this is you and me and no ghosts from the past.” Cormack’s eyes were sincere on hers. “So Dru, honey, please let me in.”

And in that one moment she felt like the most beautiful woman on the planet. Her gaze locked with his as she took his cock and fed it into her body. She closed her eyes and just gave into the feeling of steel heat pushing into the emptiness within her. “Oh Cormack,” Drusilla moaned as she held onto his shoulders. His lips met hers and she sighed under the warm, sweet pressure. This was perfect. Drusilla started moving in time with the gentle, yet firm hands on her hips. Her nipples scraped his chest as she moved. If anyone was watching Drusilla did not care. It was just her and Cormack in a world of their own.

“Honey,” Cormack murmured in between kisses. “As much as I want to prolong this I think we had better be fast before someone sees us.”

Yes, that was sensible but Drusilla wasn’t interested in being rational. She was so caught up in the moment that she never wanted to leave Cormack’s arms. “I don’t care.”

“Well, I do. I don’t want anyone else but me looking at you.”

Drusilla stopped moving, her eyes soft on his. “You say the nicest things.” And, while realistically she knew he could not mean them, it was still nice to hear.

Cormack wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he rolled them so she was under him once more. “How’s the leg cramp?”

“I feel nothing but you.” She eagerly lifted her legs once more, this time wrapping them around his waist.

“How was I ever so lucky to find you?” Cormack cupped her face in his hands.

It was sweet of him to say but Drusilla knew the truth. This was a fast fuck in a car. It was not a declaration of undying love. She groaned in despair as he pulled out from her body then squealed with delight as he slammed back in, thrusting his cock into her deep and hard. Drusilla hung on to him wanting more. Her whole body shook and she had no doubt the old suspension in her car was getting a workout under the pumping rhythm of their bodies.

As the orgasm hit, Drusilla’s lips met his and they kissed in the hungry passion of lovers. She ran her hands down his back feeling his muscles tense and relax on his release. His growl of delight was so primal and fierce that Drusilla shivered at the sound of it. For what seemed like hours but was really only minutes, they lay bound in each other’s arms enjoying the silence. It was almost too perfect to be true.

“What about Arthur?” Yes, that’s right. This was supposed to be all about the pursuit of a wonky-eyed fish.

“Forget him.”

“I need him.”
Um, why was that again? Oh yeah. The kid.

Cormack kissed her lingeringly. “You need me.”

“Can you dress in orange and sit in a bowl and make a ten-year-old believe you’re her fish?”

He laughed. “She’ll get over it.” Cormack’s eyes searched hers. “You know, I don’t think I can let you go.”

Drusilla felt the same. This man, in essence a stranger, had suddenly become incredibly important to her and she wasn’t sure if what she was feeling was orgasm-induced or something else. But what? “None of this is rational.” No one she knew ever did stuff like this or if they did they weren’t sharing it on their coffee breaks.

“Who needs rational?” Cormack twined her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. “Do you need that?”

“I thought so.”
Until I saw you.

“Come with me.”

“I thought I just did that.” That orgasm had rocked her boring little world and Drusilla liked it.

Cormack was not deterred by her confusion. “I have plans for us.”

Drusilla raised her eyebrows. “That’s probably the standard line from axe murderers.” Yet as she said the words, she felt no threat from him.
Am I still buzzed from the sex?

Cormack wriggled around and reached down to pull his wallet out from his discarded trousers. “Check me out.” He opened the black leather billfold and presented it to her.

Drusilla tried to focus on his wallet and not the cock that was once more stirring to life against her thigh. She had never met a man who was aroused so quickly. It both amazed and pleased her.
I did that
. Drusilla pulled out his driver’s license. “I just knew you would take a good photo.” Some people had that ability. Drusilla’s own license photo looked she had been in prison for ten years. She sifted through his cards—all platinum, gym memberships and loyalty cards to health food shops. They were poles apart on lifestyle. Her credit card was turquoise, she had a trial offer card from the local gym that was three years old and her loyalty was solely for coffee and muffins.

“So do I look okay?”

The grin Cormack gave her made her body heat up with need. He was beyond okay. “Why me?” Drusilla knew she was average in the extreme and in her experience her species rarely mixed with his.

“Just because it was supposed to be.”

Once more Cormack was kissing her and everything seemed doable to Drusilla. “Cormack—”

“Don’t say the standard ‘we barely know each other’ stuff. Instead let’s get to know each other. People do this all the time.”

Not any people Drusilla knew. “Do they? Do you?” She didn’t want someone who jumped into bed—or in this case a car—with anyone just because they could. But then this was not a commitment that was going lead to marriage either. So what was this?

“No, I don’t.”

“Really?” That was hard to believe. “You must have women after you.” That was a no-brainer. Hot, sexy man equals lustful women devotees.

Cormack ignored the question. “I want you. Can’t you feel the connection between us? I don’t know about you but I don’t react that way with just anyone.”

Drusilla believed him.
Or do I just want to believe him
? It was all so confusing. She was there for a fish but she got a cock instead. As shopping expeditions went it was a great deal. And no, she had never had such an instantaneous reaction to any man as she had to Cormack. But anything so good naturally made Drusilla suspicious. “Um, what you plan to do?”

“Tie you up in knots so you cannot think of anything but us.”

That shouldn’t be hard.

“You meant real knots?” She pulled against the silken cords. She was naked and spread-eagled on a massive bed, which was fitted with satin sheets that were delicious against her skin. Drusilla’s hands were tied over her head and her feet were secured to the bedposts. She was totally exposed and there was nothing she could do about it. It was embarrassing. It was exciting.

When Cormack had invited her back to his place, she had gone without thinking. Her need to be with the man overrode any other thoughts. Drusilla had barely taken in her surroundings as Cormack had lifted her into his arms and kicked the front door shut behind him. Any ideas she had of being heavy and awkward for him to manage were dismissed as he carried her with ease to the bedroom. Cormack had wasted no time in getting them both naked. That was good for Drusilla had been excited and ready for anything. But when the cords came out she had stiffened.

“You’ll enjoy it,” Cormack has told her as he gently pushed her to the bed.

“I don’t know.” While being tied up was a fantasy of hers, it was not something Drusilla ever imagined would happen to her. Fantasies were safe. Reality was scary.

Cormack toyed with the ropes, his eyes never leaving hers. “You only have to ask me and I will let you go.”

“I don’t know.” Well, she did but on the good-girl scale of “nice” things to do with a man, tying someone up to have sex was probably well into the negatives.
But then, I’ve never been a good girl and I just had sex in a public car park in the middle of the day so…

“I would never hurt you.”

And the thing was, Drusilla knew Cormack meant it. She could see it in his eyes. “So if I asked you to stop?”

“I would.” His tone was honest. “Come on, try it. Or are you scared to be under someone else’s control?”

Yes, she was but Drusilla had always been adventurous and so far this journey had been excellent with the thrills and spills it provided. Maybe some women would have thought through a virtual stranger tying them up but Drusilla was not “some” women. “You will stop when I ask?”

“Say the word.”

So there she was tied up and at Cormack’s pleasure. The ropes were firm but not tight. Her arms and legs were bent allowing her to relax somewhat. “What now?” How did you have sex like this? Drusilla wanted to touch and taste and that was damn near impossible tied up as she was.

“Now I lick you.”

“Oh boy.” Her whole body trembled at the thought of his hot, wet tongue all over her skin.

Cormack smiled at her response. “You like that idea?”

“Yes.” No other words were needed. It was as it was.

Cormack’s tongue started on her shoulders and worked down, his naked body brushing hers as he did. No part of her was left untouched. He tongued her nipples until she was at the point of screaming and then Cormack moved his mouth to her arms.

“Hey.” Drusilla needed him to suck her nipples not just toy with them and leave.

“My game, my rules.” Cormack was undeterred. From her arms he moved over to her stomach, his fingers pinching her nipples as his tongue sank into the hollow of her bellybutton.

It was sweet, sublime torture and Drusilla was on fire with need for whatever Cormack would do next. She was wet from his mouth and her own need. When his tongue slid down her thighs she tensed
. Oh yes.
This was what she craved. His mouth hesitated for a moment before his tongue slipped into her pussy and thrust up into the core of her, Drusilla screamed at the unexpected yet welcome invasion. Relentlessly Cormack thrust in and out mimicking what his cock would soon do.