Pet Me (8 page)

“Liar.” That one word was said in such a smug, knowing way.

“How would you know?”

Cormack chuckled. “I know you—sit down.”

“Why?” How did he know she was standing?

“Just do it.”

Drusilla sank down on the sofa. “Okay I am. Now what?”
What lies do you plan to tell me?

“Put your hand down the front of your panties.”

She choked on his words. “What?” That was not something she had expected to hear. His words were calm yet full of wicked promise.
Such a shame I don’t like him anymore.

“You heard me.” Cormack’s voice was soft and persuasive. “If you won’t let me touch you then at least touch yourself and think about how good it feels when I do it.”

Drusilla felt her face flame. “I’m not going to do that.”

“Chicken?”

“No, it’s just weird.” Besides, self-induced orgasms were never the same as the real thing.

“Are you wet?”

Well of course she was. The minute Cormack had told her to play with herself Drusilla had felt the moisture pooling between her legs.

“My cock is hard just thinking about you and your fingers rubbing that sweet clit of yours, honey.”

If he continued in that tone, she would come on his words alone. “Cormack—” Her fingers sneaked down under the lace of her panties to touch her clit.

“How do you feel?”

“Hot and horny.” Drusilla had only meant to touch her clit then remove her hand but under his voice, and remembering how the man made her feel, she started massaging it in deliberate, firm circles. Her legs spread wider and her heart started to hammer.

He chuckled. “I can hear you starting to pant. How badly do you need to come?”

It was nowhere near the same as being with Cormack but the thought that he was listening and urging her on was exciting. Drusilla rubbed a little harder and moaned.

“Do not put your fingers inside,” Cormack told her.

“Why not?” She hadn’t been about to as her fingers were hardly a match for his cock.

“Because that’s only for me to do.”

The possession in his voice made her whole body tingle. “How would you know if I did?”

“I just would.”

Drusilla knew Cormack was trying to drive her crazy. “Well I need more.” Two could play this game.

“Wait.”

“Why?” She was so close to orgasm that waiting was not an option she wanted to consider. The doorbell rang.
Oh crap
. What a time for visitors. She had no plans to answer it as it would have been only too obvious what she had been doing.

“Answer the door but don’t take your fingers out of your panties.” The doorbell sounded again.

Cormack was outside. Drusilla was excited and annoyed but mainly hot and needy. “You are so weird.”

“But you love it. Now be a good girl and open the door.”

Against all good sense and decency, Drusilla went to the door, hand in pants as requested. It was trash day in the neighborhood and she hoped none of her neighbors would be dragging out their bins and see her half naked and playing with herself as she answered the door. Neighborhood Watch was only good for burglars and having to explain to her fellow citizens she was screaming in self-induced passion and not in terror was not something she wanted to do.

It was awkward to open the front door as Drusilla was right-handed and that hand was busy. Her left hand freed the lock and the door swung open. It had never occurred to her not to do as Cormack suggested.

“Hi.” His eyes were intent on hers as he snapped off his cell phone. “You’re beautiful—no wonder I want to marry you.” Cormack’s gaze drifted down her body to her panties.

Drusilla gulped. “You do?” What had started out as a silly form of payback now seemed absolutely doable to her.

“Oh yeah.” Cormack shut the door behind him. “Go back and sit down, honey.” He started stripping off his clothes. They began to fall in a trail as he followed behind her. “I figure if we have to remain celibate, then we can have a little fun together without either of us touching each other.”

“How?” His article about her was still in her mind, yet the play of her fingers on her clit and his naked body in her sight was taking her thoughts into another direction.

Cormack sat down on the chair opposite her. “We watch each other play.” His hand fisted his cock.

Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “That’s crazy.”
Yet incredibly hot.
Already her hand was moving in rhythm with his.

“Honey, I want to honor your vow of celibacy.” His smiled at her surprise. That was one of the things Cormack loved about Drusilla. She appeared outwardly in control but she wasn’t. Nor was he when it came to her. He had almost come in his trousers when he first saw her with her hands down her pants. “Go get your vibrator.”

“I don’t have one of those.” Drusilla’s face went red.

“Of course you do.” She was a sensual lady. It would be more of a surprise to Cormack if she didn’t. “There’s nothing wrong with pleasure, honey.” He slowed down the pace of his hand. He didn’t want to come until she did.

“But I thought you said you wanted to be the only one inside me.”

Ah, she remembers my words
. That in itself was an admission. If Drusilla was really angry at him over the article then she wouldn’t have opened the door to him and anything he said would have been forgotten or considered arrogant.
She loves me.
“I want to watch you as you feed it slowly in and out of your body.” Drusilla all but ran out of the room. This meant he had either shocked her or she was doing his bidding. Cormack smiled when she returned with a fluorescent purple dildo the length and girth of which would have given most men a complex. But not Cormack. It was just a toy and he was the real thing. “Excellent, now take off your panties and sit down.”

“This is madness.” Drusilla did as he bid.

“Yes, but don’t you love it? Put it inside you.” They both knew what “it” was.

Drusilla looked uncertain. “Cormack—”

“Please.” He understood her reluctance. Some things, like masturbation, were private but he wanted no secrets or barriers between them. Cormack wanted Drusilla to know whatever she did was okay with him. He watched as, after some hesitation, she spread her legs wide and the held the tip of the plastic cock at the core of her body. He could see the wetness between her legs and for one moment he almost demanded her to stop so that he could be the one between her thighs. But he didn’t. Instead Cormack jerked more forcefully on his cock as he watched the length of purple plastic slide in and out of her body. He was mesmerized as one hand worked the dildo and the other went to her clit, rubbing hard. His cock ached for release as he increased his pace.

Drusilla’s eyes were on his. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

“Yes,” Cormack’s voice was so hoarse he almost didn’t recognize it as his own. He was so close to coming. There was pre-cum on the head of his cock and his balls were so tight he knew it would not take long. He yanked harder on his shaft.

“Need a tissue?” Her voice was lazy with satisfaction as she watched him.

Cormack watched her thighs flex and strain as her pelvis arched up to greet each thrust of the vibrator. For the first time since he was a teenager, he started to come in his own hands. Jets of milk-white cum exploded from his cock as he watched Drusilla moan and thrash under her own orgasm. She was the hottest woman he knew and marrying this lady was the best idea he had heard of in a long time.
I want this for life.

“Was that good for you?” Drusilla shuddered with pleasure as she watched Cormack milk the last drop from his cock.

“Not as good as being inside you.”

“Oh well,” she murmured vaguely as she removed the purple vibrator from within.

Cormack smiled at her feigned disinterest. He knew he was not the only one under pressure.
How did I ever get this far in life without Drusilla?

———

Drusilla was as cranky as hell when she got up the next morning. She knew why of course. She was tired and on edge. The dildo had not relieved the ache she felt deep inside and although she could have used her vibrator again it wasn’t the same as hot male flesh. How she got through the workday was beyond her ken. Everyone pissed her off and Drusilla knew her work was crap.
Too bad—so sad
. It was all Cormack’s fault of course. He had gotten her all tensed up then he’d left her. “Bloody man.” Drusilla decided to pay out her bad mood on him. She drove straight to his home after work.

“Hi, honey.” Cormack greeted her with a big smile as opened the door to her.

Why did he look so happy? Drusilla wanted him to be as cranky as she was. “I’ve been thinking about the wedding.”

“Oh yes?” He invited her inside with the wave of his hand. “A bit tense about the celibacy thing?”

Drusilla could feel Cormack close behind her. The heat from his body and the smell of his cologne was making her dizzy.
Focus.
“Not me. If I never have sex again I would be okay.”
Pissed off, but okay.

“Me too.”

Liar. But then so was she. “Really?”

“Absolutely,” Cormack affirmed. “So why are you here? Not that I’m not delighted as always to see you.”

Lord, he was smooth. “Can’t I visit my fiancé?” On the drive over, Drusilla had the idea of trying another tactic—that of seduction. Make him all hot and bothered, get him to cave in and then see if he told her the truth when he was under pressure. And yes, while she knew the truth already, Drusilla wanted Cormack to admit what he had done. She stopped suddenly so Cormack ran into the back of her.
Yum
. “Oh, excuse me.”

“My apologies.” Cormack just smiled and moved around to face her. “How’s Arthur?”

“I have no idea.” For something that had once been so important to her, she had not seen the goldfish since she gave him to her niece. Drusilla had no doubt Hayley had given him a home as she loved all things animal. Fish included.

“I miss him.”

“He’s a goldfish.” What? Was he more interested in something with scales than herself?
I’ll make him focus
. Her hands went down to the top of his trousers.

“Arthur brought us together.” Cormack looked down at her hands as she unfastened the snap. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Drusilla slid the zipper down. His cock jumped out eagerly.
At least someone is interested to see me.

“What about remaining celibate?”

Drusilla stroked the length of his shaft. Just the memory of it inside her was making her wet.
Why were relationships so damn complicated?
“Touching is okay—you said so last night.”

“Dru?”

“Yes?”

“I know you know.”

She stopped and looked at him. “About what?” Was he going to admit his deception?

“About
Set in Stone
.”

Finally. Drusilla squeezed his cock. “You are a bastard.”

Cormack winced slightly and his hand went down to hers to release the grip she had. “How so?”

“You were writing about me.” She withdrew the hold on his cock. There was no point destroying perfection.
And who knows? I may forgive him
. It would depend a lot on her mood.

“I never did.”

Every time Drusilla looked in Cormack’s eyes she wanted to believe him. “Seven Ways to Meet Real Women? In the suburbs? In a pet store? Could it be more obvious?”

“It may have started out that way but it changed when I met you.”

Drusilla realized she was still holding onto his cock. She pushed away the hand that covered hers to free herself. “I was just easy sex to you.”

Cormack laughed. “You are anything but easy, honey.” He pushed his stiff cock back inside his trousers and zipped himself up.

That had to hurt.
Okay, maybe I feel a little pleased about that
. “Anyway I just want you to know that I am aware of what you were doing.”
And now what do I do? Do I walk away and never see him again?
She hadn’t thought that far ahead. There was always the forgiveness thing. Drusilla was not big on that though. Once crossed she remained crossed for life. It was a Scorpio thing.

“And what? You hate me now?”

“Yes.”
No. I don’t know.

Cormack put his hands on her shoulders, drawing her in closer. “Liar.”

“Am not and stay away.” She made a halfhearted attempt to push him away.
He used me—and yet I love him. How does that work?

“You came to me, honey.” He lifted one hand and brushed the hair from her face. “Are you scared of how much you need me? If so that’s going to make our married life awkward.”

Drusilla scoffed. “I’m not marrying you.”
At least I’m fairly sure I’m not.
Marriage, after all, had been her idea, not his.

“I went and got you a ring to prove my commitment.”

She stiffened. “You did not.”
I want to see it. No I don’t. Maybe just a peek?

“Do you want to see it?” He pushed back from her and kicked off his shoes.

Drusilla Camm was one hundred percent woman with all the hormones to prove it. Of course she wanted to see the ring. Seeing it did not mean commitment. “Why are you taking off your clothes?” Cormack did that a lot. It was usually followed by her clothes coming off too.

“Getting some rehearsal in for the wedding night.”

“Cormack—”

His trousers hit the floor. “What happened to ‘sweetie’?” He pulled his shirt off over his head.

“I don’t want this.”

“What? Us being naked? The craziness of real life? Making mistakes?” Cormack was naked and totally relaxed. “Come on. Hasn’t this been fun so far?”

“Yes. I mean no.” How was she supposed to concentrate when he was naked? It would try the resolve of any woman. “I mean how do I know you want me and not—”

“A headline?” His smile was soft and loving. “Because you know in your heart.”

And what was in Cormack’s heart was in his eyes and Drusilla was thinking maybe she had been a little rash. People did make mistakes. “I don’t know.” It was said more for her benefit than his. It was not like she hadn’t stuffed up before. “This has all been pretty sudden.”

“The best things are.”