Pet Me

by Amarinda Jones

  “Would that work and get me the fish?”

  “No.” Yes, she had spirit. Cormack liked that.

  Drusilla turned on her heel. “Fine—whatever.”

  Cormack could not let her walk away now. “Hey.” He followed in her wake, watching the breathtaking swing of her hips and ass. She is mine. It was a call as ancient as time.

  “What?” Drusilla called over her shoulder. She didn’t stop. “You won.”

  “What’s your name?” Cormack kept pace with her, edging slightly ahead so she had no option but to see him.

  Drusilla pushed open the door to the shop and headed out into the bright sunshine to where her car was parked. “Why do you care?”

  “I think it’s karma we met here.” He stopped when she did at her car. How old was this car? 1970? “It’s something we can tell our kids.” This woman had the look of forever about her and Cormack had been waiting just as long to find her.

  “Is this a line you use a lot?” She unlocked the car and yanked the driver’s side door open.

  “This is the first time.” Cormack took a chance and reached over and enfolded her hand in his. If she pulled away then he would let go. If she held fast, so would he. He smiled when she jumped in surprise when they touched. “Do you feel that?” A jolt of electricity shot from between them making the air crackle with amazing possibilities. So, I’ll write the article tomorrow…next week…in three months.

  “Nope.” Drusilla tried to pull her hand away.

  “Liar.” Cormack moved in close so she had nowhere to go but back against the rusty burnt orange of her car. “I want to kiss you, Mary Lou.” He slammed the driver’s door shut.

  “That’s not my name and I don’t kiss strange men.” Her eyes went to his lips as the words rushed out.

  Oh yeah, I am not the only one feeling this. “Kiss me and I won’t be strange anymore, Myrtle Anne.” Cormack longed to rub his body against hers. It was madness indeed but he thanked the cosmos for bringing them together. The mental notes he normally made about a subject for his column were of no interest to him. This was a real woman who demanded his total attention. Cormack knew already she was not someone who could be defined by mere words.

  Drusilla snorted. “I don’t even look like a Myrtle.”

  “Penelope? Mavis? Misty?”

  “Misty?” She smiled reluctantly.

  Be still my heart. “Eunice?”

  “Drusilla.”

  Perfect. It was a strong name full of attitude. “That was my next guess.” He stroked his thumb against the soft flesh of her hand. “Hello Drusilla, I’m Cormack Flint.”

  Drusilla rolled her eyes. “Of course you are. You look like a Cormack Flint. Men like you never have normal names.”

  I think I could love her. “Men like me?” No woman had ever spoken to him like this before and clearly she never read his column for she hadn’t recognized his name. Women tended to be polarized by him and his words. The militant, radical feminists thought he was a pig and the others wanted to nurture or marry him. His body touched hers and there was a sudden silence between them that seemed endless. Cormack knew he was not the only one feeling the electricity that sparked between them.

  Drusilla blinked several times as if to steady herself. “Yes—you’re well, um, you’re not like other men.”

  That she did not push him away made Cormack’s heart beat with excitement. I have waited forever for this one. “How so?”

  “You know.” Her eyes were enormous on his.

  “No.” Who did she think he was? Cormack was nothing special in the scheme of things. But this one—she was. I met the woman of my dreams at the pet store. See page six for more.

  “You’re gorgeous and I have no idea why you are persisting with me.”

  Cormack looked at her in surprise. Was she serious? “Are you kidding me? I want to rip your clothes off and lick and suck your body until you beg me to slide inside you.” Before she had a chance to respond, Cormack kissed Drusilla.

  It was one of those moments that Drusilla would always remember for nothing had ever shaken her to the core as much as his lips meeting hers. Hot, wild heat charged through her veins and it was impossible to push him away. And yet she knew she could have, for his body only pressed lightly against hers and his hand was not cruel in its hold. But Drusilla did not shove him away despite all the reasons she should. She gave in and opened her mouth to the gorgeous man who growled with satisfaction at her response as she pressed her body into his. The heat of him burned straight through to her soul. She had never acted like this before but then this man was different. Drusilla knew that from the moment their bodies touched. It felt right.

  “You are beautiful,” Cormack murmured as his lips left hers. His free hand caressed her face.

  Drusilla snorted. “Am not.” She was many things but beautiful was not one of them. How many times had her ex-fiancé made that clear? Though it was nice to hear it from this man and the way he was looking at her made her want to believe, if only for a second, in fairytales.

  “Are too, now open the door.”

  “Why?” Drusilla was pulling on the door even as she asked. She had visions of them stretched out on the backseat, hot, wet and naked.

  “Because I want to side between your legs and bury my cock deep inside you.”

  Oh my. There was something about a man who got straight to the point. There was no pretense. Just plain, old-fashioned lust. “How do you know I would let you?”

  “I don’t,” Cormack admitted with a grin. “I’m hoping.”

  Drusilla was disappointed as his body moved back from hers. Yet it made her feel like he was giving her the option to stay or go. “Does this work with most women you meet?” Drusilla refused to be another notch on a bedpost.

  “I’ve never felt this with anyone but you.”

  “Seriously?” She wanted to believe the sincerity in his voice but it was hard to. “You’re gorgeous. You could have any woman.” Why me?

  “I don’t want just any woman. I want you. Can’t you feel the heat between us?”

  Oh yeah, Drusilla could. It was scorching her skin and seeping into her bones making her want to do things she shouldn’t. And she had to admit she found this moment exciting. Why can’t I indulge this once? I deserve it. “Do you have a condom?” And with those words her fate was sealed. Any worries she had about random sex or passersby seeing them were all forgotten with the smile he gave her.

  “Of course.” Cormack picked up her hand and kissed it. “I will always look after you.”

  Before she could think any further, Drusilla flung the door to the backseat open. I could say no. I should say no. Lord, it was hard to think with a gorgeous man so close and hot and doable and the backseat of her old car was so nice and big.

  “An open door. Is that a yes?”

  “I…um…I never usually…you know.” And yet here I am sliding across the seat getting ready to you know.

  “And that means more to me than you can ever imagine.” Cormack followed Drusilla inside and slammed the door.

  Chapter Two

  Three minutes later

  Drusilla was still amazed that she had succumbed so easily to Cormack. She was not usually that desperate but he ignited a fire within her that had her wild to touch and taste and just be with the man. One moment she had wanted to get in the car and drive home fishless and the next she was pulling him down on top of her in the backseat. Any vague thoughts she had of someone seeing them wrestling each other’s clothes off were dispelled when Cormack unsnapped her bra and his hungry mouth sucked on her breast. Then Drusilla had been incoherent and whimpering as she held his head and invited him to take what he needed. People? What people?

  “Oh, Cormack,” she moaned as her hands cupped his ass edging him closer to her. Drusilla could feel the hard pressure of his contained cock as it rubbed against her stomach.

  He lifted his head. “I have to get you completely naked.” Cormack pulled at the snap of
her skirt and wrenched it down her legs. The fabric fell to the floor. “Oh man.” His eyes zeroed in on the hot pink of her panties. “May I?” Cormack’s hands reached out to remove the lace.

  “You first.” Drusilla stopped and blushed in shock at her own words. She had never asked to see a man’s cock before. Usually it was out and in before she had time to think, see or touch it. But then her last lover had been Wayne and he had the finesse of a blunt holepunch. Despite the hurried rush of this moment, Drusilla wanted to see more than just the hair-roughened chest that her fingers caressed. “I want to see all of you.” Oh what the hell. It was her fantasy and who knew when a moment like this would ever happen again?

  “Anything you want, honey.” Cormack could not get his trousers undone quickly enough. His cock jumped out as he worked the black serge down his legs, dropping them on top of her discarded skirt.

  “Wow!” That was the only word she could think of. The hardened flesh before her was huge. Drusilla’s gaze went from his cock to his eyes and back again. She had the overwhelming urge to touch the taut flesh and that was not something she had ever felt before.

  “Whatever you want to do, do it.”

  Drusilla hesitated for only a moment before she reached over and stroked the firm flesh of his shaft. The heat of it made her hand tingle. His groan of pleasure made her bold. Drusilla squeezed his cock lightly, loving the feel of it thrumming within her hand.

  “Oh, honey.” Cormack sounded like he was in pain.

  Drusilla’s hand immediately left his cock. “Am I hurting you?” She felt totally gauche and inadequate. It was one thing to take a chance but another to look like you knew what you were doing. And how would a man explain a strangled cock to a doctor? Could a woman be charged with grievous cock harm?

  “Only by stopping.” Cormack placed her hand back on his distended shaft.

  “Oh, you like it?” Drusilla boldly stroked her hand up and down in a milking action. I am woman. I am in control and I like it. It was an experience she’d never had before. Realistically Drusilla knew sex was a partnership but it had never been that way with her ex. He had always made her feel inadequate.

  “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.