Stripe Tease (4 page)

EIGHT

He grunted, bringing his body closer to hers and yanking at the tie around her waist holding the trench closed. He peeled the coat open, pushing it down her arms and, for a nanosecond, keeping her hands from touching him. She shrugged it off and brought her hands back to his long, hard length. His hot shaft kept her mesmerized. The pulsing vein under his cock had her licking her lips, wanting so badly to get a taste. She wanted to feel it quivering on her tongue. In her mouth. She wanted him fucking her face with his dick.

His gaze fell on her breasts. Suddenly, she breathed harder. It was as if his single hot look had made her swell with need. Her nipples brushed the soft material of the bedazzled bra, turning them hard with each stroke.

For a second, she could do nothing more than stare at his features, at how he licked and bit his lip. Her heart swelled with pride. Men didn’t usually stare at her body as if she were a fucking goddess. She loved it. Every second of that lust-filled hunger in his eyes made her weak-kneed.

A loud purr sounded from Cash. She blinked, and the golden of his eyes had turned super-charged bright. His lips descended over hers in a rough, rugged tasting. She could do nothing but try to keep up. His hands went to her back, and in a heartbeat the bra was gone. He moved his lips from sucking on hers to nibble down her neck, her chest, and attach to a nipple. He nibbled and licked. And then he sucked. Holy fuck he sucked. It felt as if her clit and nipples were connected by some unknown force. Every time he sucked hard, her clit twitched and her pussy slickened more.

She moaned, the sound breathy and needy. “Cash...”

Good lord, she needed something. Anything. Her body felt aflame from the inside. He slipped his hands down toward her hips, caressing her belly in little circles until he reached the clips at either side of her tiger-print panties. The sound of the metal unlocking joined the moans and groans between them. He pushed her back on the massive table, tugging the panties from under her and leaving her shaven pussy wide open for his viewing pleasure.

“Ah, baby.” He inhaled hard and pulled a seat in front of her. He dropped on the cushioned dining room chair and licked his lips with a deep inhale. “You smell so fucking delicious, Vanessa.”

She didn’t know how true that was, but she’d take his word for it. Hell, at that particular moment he could tell her the sun was purple and she’d believe him. He placed each of her large thighs over one of his shoulders, her feet laying flat on the top of the chair.

Her breath thinned in her throat as she watched his head descend between her thighs. He licked up her pussy lips, spreading them open to flatten his tongue on her clit. The sensation was extraordinary. Then, to make her even more desperate, he purred. The vibration sent shudders racing up her spine.

“Oh, my god. I don’t care what that was. Do. It. Again!”

He chuckled softly, his breath hovering above her clit. “If you liked that, then you’ll love this...”

He sucked her clit hard enough to make her ass come off the wooden table and drag a scream from her dry throat. “Holy shit!”

“Mmm,” he groaned. “The wetter your pussy gets, the better you taste.” He glanced up from her pussy, his face coated in her wetness. “I want you coming on my tongue next. Then and only then will I fuck you.”

Such a hardship. She clawed at the table, her nails scraping at the wood, searching for something to cling to. There was nothing. He lapped at her folds like a man starved, like her pussy was the choice dessert for the night and he had a sweet tooth the size of Alaska. He pressed the tip of his nose on her clit as he drove his tongue in and out of her. Every lick brought on new moans from her, and new grunts from him. Her belly quivered. Tension rose in her veins.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her muscles locked, waiting for the orgasm coming next.

He slid two fingers over her entrance, wetting them and then driving them into her channel. He didn’t stop. He fucked her quickly, his moves driven as if he were grinding his hips into her sex. She gasped, her body so turned on she could barely remember how to breathe. He fingered her and flicked his tongue on her clit in quick circles so fast she swore there was a motor in his tongue.

“Oh, god!” Her climax blindsided her. She took hold of his hair to hang on for the ride. She clutched at his short hair, gripping the blonde strands hard. Her hips rocked back and forth on his face, her legs slowly gelatinizing. Waves of pure pleasure crashed through her, taking every ounce of common sense with them. She gasped out a choked moan.

There was little time to catch her breath. He jumped to his feet and held her legs up around his waist.

“I need inside you,” he growled.

Hell, fuck, yes. She leaned all the way back on the table, until her back was flat on the top of it and her legs were straight up on his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he said. “Now let me in.”

He pressed the head of his cock into her, the girth more than she’d had before. Hell, even the length was something she’d only dreamed of after every disappointing small-penis boyfriend from her nightmarish past.

She gripped the edge of the table when he lifted her ass. One slow, smooth drive and he was in her. Filling her. Getting even harder than she might have imagined.

“Fucking hell, you’re so hot,” she said. “You feel like a steel iron inside me.”

He lifted his lips in a devilish grin. “No. You’re the hot one.” He pulled back only to slam back in. Harder. “You’re the one with the pussy so wet and tight I can feel it contracting hard around my dick.” Another pull back and she moaned for more. “Ah, baby. You aren’t just fucking tasty. You’re perfect all around.”

She slapped her hands over her tits, tweaking and tugging on her own nipples to add a bite of pain that she so enjoyed. “Do me harder, Cash.”

He bit his fingers into her thighs, holding them flat against his chest. “Harder, Vanessa?”

She groaned with each deeper drive. “Yes.”

“Just harder? Or do you want me to play with that hard little clit of yours too?” He breathed out. “Want me to fuck your slick cunt?”

She rocked her hips. “Yes, yes. Fuck me all over.”

He pulled back and thrust deeper. She swore he was hitting her in areas no other man ever had. “What about your sexy ass, baby? I want my cock in there,” he groaned. “I want your tiny anal muscles gripping my dick so tight it feels like there’s not a single ounce of space between my cock and your ass.”

She gulped, her gaze rising up to his face. “That sounds so fucking sexy.”

“Oh, no, beautiful. Sexy is the sight of your thighs jiggling every time I plunge my cock into your sweet pussy, or the way you open your mouth and your eyes roll to the back of your head from how fucking good it feels to have my dick inside you.” He pressed his lips into a tight line, his jaw clenching hard. “Sexy is me licking you off after you come. Or you sucking my dick after I’ve come.”

Fucking hell. That all sounded better and better. “Cash...”

“Sexy,” he breathed, “is pounding into your pussy and knowing you like it.”

She gulped back the moans riding her throat. “I do. I love every second.”

He nodded. “I know. And I’ll love every second of your pussy wrapped so tight on my dick. I’ll come hard in you.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he drove harder and faster into her. He pressed a thumb on her clit, flicking it back and forth at the same time he fucked her.

Her back came off the table, and fire shot down to her pussy. A massive thunderstorm of pleasure shook her to the core.

“Fuck!” He growled, his cock hot and deep inside her.

She lost the ability to control her legs. They shook with the force of her orgasm. His drives slowed, until he was tense and jerking into her body, sending streams of semen into her channel.

NINE

Cash glanced at his phone, a decision finally settling in his brain. He dialed Vanessa and waited.

“Hello?”

She sounded breathless. The reminder of her husky voice asking him to fuck her made him rock hard and ready to go… Only he had nowhere to go. She was at work, and he was too.

“Hi, beautiful. Want to have dinner tonight?”

He waited anxiously for her reply, his tiger pushing at the skin and wanting to be stroked by her.

“I’ve got a crazy day today, so going out is really not something I’m in the mood for,” she sighed. “But why don’t you come to my place, and we can eat take-out and watch bad movies?”

He smiled and loved that even though she was tired, she didn’t reject his idea completely.

“I know a great place. Do you like Chinese?”

“But of course! Dumplings, vegetable fried rice, and some orange chicken are my favorites.”

He laughed. “You’re not picky, are you?”

“Not really. Unless you give me some weird sauces, I’m good.”

“Good to know. No weird sauces, I promise.” He made a mental note to call ahead and order at the best Chinese take-out place he knew. He swiveled in his chair, glancing around his office and eyeing the stack of documents waiting for him to review.

“Great. I have to go, but I’m glad you called,” she said. “See you later.”

“See you later, beautiful.”

He sat there after the conversation ended with a smile on his face.

Knock

Knock

Knock

“Come in.”

His father entered his office with a frown. “Cash, I need to talk to you.”

“What’s up, dad?” He asked, a lot more cheerful than he’d been earlier that morning for their staff meeting.

“Have you gone by Charlie’s to pick up your prize yet?”

Cash shook his head. He’d forgotten about his prize and would go at some point in the next day or two. “It’s not going to spoil if I wait, is it?”

His dad shook his head. “No. I’m just wanting to know your thoughts on the prize.”

He shrugged. “I’m sure I’ll like whatever it is. You did say it was specifically for me. You know the kind of things I like.”

His dad nodded. “I really hope you like this one. I took careful consideration before deciding on it.”

“Stop worrying, dad,” he said and stood. “I have stuff to do, but I’ll go pick it up in a day or two.”

“Alright,” Vincent said. “Just remember I got this because I love you, son.”

He smiled and slapped his father on the arm. “I’m going out on the floor, dad. I’ll see you later.”

* * *

Cash knocked on Vanessa’s door and had to stop himself from knocking again. The tiger was making his presence known. He wanted to be near his mate…not that Cash had told her about the mating thing yet. He wasn’t sure how much she knew and didn’t want to scare her.

She opened the door wearing the sexiest pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt that read: “I like to party, and by ‘party’ I mean read books.”

He laughed and handed her the flowers he had in one hand while carrying the take-out in his other. “I’m guessing you like to read.”

She nodded and grabbed the bouquet, her eyes going soft as she stared at the blooms. “I don’t like to read. I love to read.” She sniffed the tulips and sighed. “These are so beautiful.” Her gaze rose to meet his. A wide smile covered her face. “Thank you.”

He didn’t normally feel so happy with a female saying thank you. Even his tiger purred under his skin and rolled over, loving her praise. He’d taken a chance with the tulips and was glad he had. She clearly loved them.

“You’re welcome. They don’t compare to the brightness of your smile, but I hoped you’d like them.”

She opened the door wider and motioned him in. “You’re such a gentleman, Mr. Tigger.”

He followed behind her, his gaze stuck on her fine ass and her hips swaying with each step. “Did you just call me Tigger? Like the cartoon?”

She marched straight to the kitchen and opened a cupboard to pull out a vase. “I did. He’s my favorite character from Winnie the Pooh.”

Thank goodness he wasn’t a bear, not that being compared to a hyperactive tiger felt any better. He could only imagine the jokes if he’d been a donkey-shifter. Those guys had it rough. It was a real pain in the ass.

“Feel free to put the food in the living room on the coffee table.” She grinned, her eyes bright with joy. Seeing that happiness in them brought a new lightness into his heart. This whole mate business was something he needed to get used to. This was the first time he and his tiger were in agreement about a female. Vanessa, with her long, dark hair, sexy lips, and killer curves had super charged his heart with the need to protect her. To love her.

Once they spread out the food on the coffee table and started to eat, she leaned sideways on the sofa to face him. “So, what do you really do?”

He shrugged. “Nothing fun. I work at a casino.”

She picked up a piece of chicken with a fork and nodded. “I had a feeling. Are you a manager or something?”

“I’m something, alright.”

She giggled. “You said that like the job is super boring.”

“No. I enjoy what I do. The casino has been my life for a long time. I grew up there. My parents think it’s time I mated.” He laughed. “They’re pretty vocal about it.”

She chewed on her food and gave a small moan of enjoyment. “This is so good. I’ll have to replace my usual Chinese food spot with yours. What exactly does ‘mated’ mean?”

“It’s when my animal and I find a single person we both agree would be the one for us.”

He watched her intently. Interest lit in the depths of her eyes. “Like a girlfriend?”

He shook his head. “No. More like a life partner.”

“A wife?”

He nodded. “A mate is for life. The only woman for us.”

“So when you mate, do you have to go through any weird rituals?” She put her empty dish down and picked up her bottle of water.

“I have to mark my mate. Different shifters have different ways.” He stared deep into her eyes. “For my mate, I’d ensure I marked her so everyone knows she’s taken.”

She grinned. “Why not just buy her a ring?”

He winked and gulped down his own water. “Marks are permanent.”

“That’s true.” She licked her lips. “Probably a lot sexier too.”

He imagined gripping her hips and digging his claws into them, leaving his mark on her. She would be his. It was only a matter of time.

“What about you? What do you like to do aside from working at Charlie’s? I saw a sticker on your bumper for the local animal shelter.”

She shrugged. “Don’t tell Charlie, but that’s where I spend most of my time when I’m not working. I love helping care for the animals that don’t have homes. I fund-raise a lot. The people running it are nice, and it’s hard for them at times. Too many abandoned animals and not enough resources.”

His chest constricted from a flow of emotions he hadn’t expected. This woman wasn’t just beautiful on the outside. She cared about others. Animals, babies, and the elderly were the most defenseless kind in the world. He wanted to pull her into his arms and thank her for thinking about those without a voice. Shifters were particular about giving to animal charities. Knowing this about her only cemented his belief that she was perfect for him.