Pet Me

by Amarinda Jones

  After a shower and three fortifying cups of coffee, Drusilla went to the pet store. She aimed for the glass aquarium that housed the Arthur look-alike. “Hmm, where is he? Hiding in the fluorescent pink castle?” She tapped on the glass to alert the other fish. “Anyone see Arthur?” There was no response but blank stares.

  “The guy you were fighting with bought it.”

  Drusilla whirled around and faced the sales assistant. “Bugger.” When had Cormack had time to take her fish?

  “We do have others.”

  “I want Arthur.”

  “Who?”

  “Arthur the fish.” Wasn’t it obvious that she was only interested in one fish? “I am a one-fish woman.”

  The staff member looked at her in confusion. “You’re weird, lady.”

  Drusilla snorted. “Yeah, tell me about it.” Seeing she was getting nowhere, she stalked out of the store and back to her car. As Drusilla saw it she had two options. One, she could be brave and confess she inadvertently killed the original Arthur. Or two, she could call Cormack and demand he give her the fish. “Damn it, he knows how much I need that fish.” She riffled through her handbag for his card. “Anyway, it’s not like I am ringing him for anything but the fish.” Drusilla snagged both the card and her cell phone and punched in the numbers. “This is not a sex thing.”

  “Do you have Arthur?” was her first question on hearing the deep, throaty “hello” that echoed down the line. Listening to his voice made her thighs start to sweat with need. Okay, maybe it is a sex thing.

  “And hello to you, honey,” Cormack chuckled in response. “And yes, I do.”

  “Is he okay?”

  “Of course. Jeez, like I would do anything to Arthur.”

  Okay, maybe she was being a tad irrational but under the circumstances she felt she was entitled to be. So much had happened in such a short time that every small thing seemed to be magnified. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “You knew I wanted him.”

  Drusilla stamped her foot. “But I have to have him.”

  “Your niece is suspicious huh?”

  “I have a feeling she thinks I killed Arthur.” Although Hayley never said it, her voice implied it. Or am I imagining things? Maybe last night wasn’t real.

  “You did, honey.”

  Honey. Oh yeah. It was real. ”I prefer to look at as he went to his rest after a long fish life. How long do they live for?” Did I cut Arthur’s life short? What penance did one pay for that?

  “’Depends on the fish.”

  Drusilla paced in thought. “He looked old.” She ran her free hand through her hair. “Damn, now I feel bad. I’m a goldfish killer.” His laughter warmed her. “I want Arthur.”

  “She’ll know the truth.”

  “Not if I hand Arthur over with the latest cutesy-pop-diva-pubescent singer person CD.” Bad things had to be sugar-coated at times.

  “Bad auntie.”

  “I do what I must.”

  “So come and get him.” Cormack’s voice was low in invitation.

  What would be the cost on that RSVP? “No strings, or should I say ropes, attached?” Though being tied up had proven to be fun.

  “I cannot promise that, honey. Remember how it felt last night? You and I together?”

  Like she could ever forget. “Cormack, I—”

  “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

  “Bloody hell,” Drusilla muttered at his husky promise. She wanted everything he had to offer.

  “Scared?”

  “Terrified.” The silence that followed was telling. What was he thinking? Did it mean as much to him as it did to her? Was Drusilla fantasizing about a happily-forever-after when Cormack just wanted a roll in the hay? You know you could just be brave and go find out.

  He broke the silence. “If you just want Arthur then come and get him. It’s about what you need, honey.”

  Oh boy. Drusilla knew Cormack was not talking about just a goldfish. “Okay, have Arthur ready.” Thought what did a fish need to do in order be ready? It was not like there were clothes to pack.

  Thirty minutes later Drusilla was at his door. Maybe she could have been there sooner but she had to go back home, change her underwear and spray on perfume. Why? She just had to. Did there have to be a reason?

  “Hi, honey,” Cormack’s voice was as soft as his smile.

  Drusilla wanted to walk into his arms and slump against his body. Instead she leaned as casually as she could against the doorjamb. “I want Arthur,” she croaked out.

  Cormack held his hand out to her. “Come in.”

  “Can’t you just give him to me?” She knew touching his hand would lead to wanting to touch other parts of him.

  “What are you scared of?”

  “You—me.” Her hand had a mind of its own and reached out for his. The flesh that enclosed hers made her knees wobble.

  Cormack drew her inside and shut the door. “Why? Because you like how good we are together and that worries you?”

  “Yes—I mean no…er…look, the thing is…um…we should go slowly.” His other hand had snaked around her waist and she was inside his living room before she realized what was happening.

  Cormack smiled in pleasure at her words. “There’s a ‘we’? That’s encouraging.” He gently pushed her down onto the sofa and sat down beside her.

  Who could think when his thigh was hot against hers? “Well, yes—no—I mean— Where’s Arthur?”

  “In the aquarium in my office.”

  Cormack had an office at home. That implied he worked from his house. What did he do? What do I know about him?

  “I work in the city for a large corporation. They allow me the freedom to work where I want,” Cormack told her as if guessing her thoughts. “And you?”

  Okay, polite conversation was good. “I sit on my ass and input numbers all day.”

  “So why aren’t you at work now?”

  “I’m sick.”

  “Contagious?” His smile was conspiratorial.

  “Terribly. Can I have Arthur now please?” Drusilla had a feeling small talk would lead to bigger, more interesting conversations, that would lead to her legs up in the air—which in itself was not a bad thing but she was a woman on a mission. I need sex—I mean Arthur. Maybe Freud was right. Everything came down to sex in the end.

  Cormack nodded at her request. “Certainly but on one condition.”

  Uh-oh. Conditions never worked in her favor. Drusilla took a deep breath. “What?”

  “Tell me your wildest fantasy.”

  Well, it’s you. “I don’t have one.” Drusilla started to stand up.

  Cormack pulled her back down against him. “Do you want to know mine?”

  Drusilla shivered. “I’m almost scared to ask.”

  “You are my fantasy.” One long finger stroked her face.

  Oh boy! Or most definitely man in this case. Drusilla swallowed hard. “Arthur?” She said it as if saying his name would break the spell between them.

  “Arthur is a fish.”

  “Yes. One that I need.” What other reason did he think she was there for? It was all about the fish. I’m almost positive it is.

  Cormack continued to stroke her face gently. “Tell me what you need, honey? What do you crave?”

  “You’ll think I’m weird.” Drusilla gulped. Cormack was like no other man she had ever met. He made her want to do things without thinking clearly. She hadn’t planned to even answer this question yet here she was leaping in.

  “You know I won’t.”

  “Um…” Drusilla had never contemplated telling anyone her most intimate thoughts but then she had never met a man like Cormack before. She also trusted him, which was unusual for her as she trusted so few people.

  Cormack’s hand started stroking her thigh. “Tell me and you can have what you need.”

  Drusilla knew he wasn’t just talking about a wonky-eyed goldfish. “This is embarrassing.”

&nb
sp; “What you crave never is, honey.”

  She licked her lips in thought. Tell him and see what happens? Feel like a fool? Have sex? Get the fish and go? Or walk out the door and look for another Arthur? Tell him. “Well, I always wondered what being doubly penetrated would feel like.” Of course she knew she was going bright red in the face. Drusilla could feel the heat.

  “You’ve never had anal sex?”

  Drusilla shook her head. She had wanted to but it had not been something Drusilla had ever been confident enough to ask a lover for.

  “Your fantasy is a threesome?” Cormack didn’t look shocked.

  “Oh hell no.” One man was more than enough for Drusilla. “I just want you and me…” She stopped when she realized what she was saying. Wait a sec, there is a you and me?

  “Me only?” Cormack’s smile broadened as he stood up, pulling Drusilla to her feet. “Good, I don’t like sharing.”

  “Anyway,” she responded in a brisk tone feeling more in command as she did. “That’s my fantasy. Now give me the fish.” Fantasy was not reality. And the reality was her niece would whine her ass off if she did not get Arthur—or a reasonable facsimile—to her.

  Cormack’s hands were at the buttons of her blouse. “After the fantasy.”

  “You’re taking my clothes off.” The man had fast fingers. Her blouse fell to the floor. Proactive men were good. Already her mind was off goldfish and on something much more interesting.

  “I find sex works best that way.” He tugged at the belt of her pants.

  Her pants were down around her ankles before she could stop him. Not that she wanted to but she felt some reluctance was needed. “I need that goldfish.” That was, after all, in theory why she was there.

  “Honey, you need so much more.” Cormack dropped to his knees before her freeing her feet and ankles from shoes and fabric.

  Drusilla held onto his shoulders to steady herself. “Cormack?”

  He looked up at her. “Yes honey?”

  Lord, he was beautiful. “Why me?”

  “Because you fire my soul like no other.”

  Drusilla rolled her eyes. “What’s with the purple prose or have you been imbibing early?”

  Cormack caught her around the knees and lifted her up and over his shoulder. “Because my beautiful Drusilla, you make me feel like more alive than I have in forever.” He stood up easily carrying her weight. “Don’t you feel this intense too?”

  “Yes, I like you.” Actually I believe I am falling in love with you. How would you feel about that? Drusilla caught herself before she said the words for real. Who was she? One minute she had sworn off men and the next she was being manhandled by a male and loving every minute of it. Her justification for this? Women were allowed to change their minds. “Cormack…” Man, his ass looks fine even upside down.

  “Honey?” He carried her in the direction of his bedroom.

  “I don’t get this at all.”

  “What?”

  “You—me. I’m not the slightest bit attractive and yet—ouch.” His palm came down on her ass.

  “I think you say things like that so I will spank you.”

  “I do not.” Maybe I do.

  Cormack chuckled as his hand came down once more firmly. “Liar.”

  “I was just making a simple observation.” Her ass throbbed nicely from his hand. Drusilla trembled in anticipation at what else he could make tingle the same way.

  “There is nothing simple with what’s going on between us and your observation was dead wrong. I want to make love to you until you understand what that means.”

  That sounded mighty good. Cormack placed her on her feet on the bedroom carpet. “Strip.” He left Drusilla and went over to a black shopping bag that was on the bed.

  Her eyes widened when she saw the name of a local sex toy shop on it. She had always wanted to go there but had never been game to. “You have toys.” This was going to be fun. Her bra fell to the floor.

  “I was thinking about you, wondering what you would like.” Cormack upended the bag on the bed.

  I like everything you do.

  “I also knew you would call me.”

  “How did you know?” Drusilla’s eyes roamed the bedspread with interest. What did that big ball-like thing do? Or that yellow thing? How long was the black number with the knob and the dials? Was it even legal? Her panties hit the carpet.

  “I bought Arthur to bring you over here.”

  Her eyes went to his. “Cunning plan.” Smart men ruled in her eyes. “Why?”

  “Because I wanted to give you whatever fantasy you desired.”

  “Cormack—”

  “Honey, I want to give you pleasure. Do it for me.” Cormack walked over to her, catching her hands in his. “Look, I have no idea what your last guy was like but I have the need to make you feel everything you possibly can.”

  It was a good need—a great one in fact. “Wayne—he was my fiancé. He thought I was fat so he screwed my best friend, who was a tramp, to teach me some sort of lesson.”

  “He was an idiot to let you go.” Cormack leaned in and kissed her nose. “Actually a complete dickhead.”

  “No, more like a quarter dickhead and the rest was bluff.” Cormack’s innocent, teasing kiss meant more to her than any other. It was one of belief and love and not being afraid to show his feelings. “So the big black thing? Do you need a permit for that?”

  Cormack smiled. “You like?”

  “It could be interesting.” Her thighs were wet just thinking about Cormack and it combined, pumping and thrusting. Yes please…

  “Anything you want I will do.”

  “Fuck me.” Drusilla walked around him and climbed on the bed, her legs spread open wide. There was no need for foreplay. Cormack’d had her at hello.

  “With this?” He picked up the black vibrator and flicked a switch at the base. It started gyrating in his hand.

  Ooh, pretty. “I want you and it.” While she had the fantasy, it had never occurred to Drusilla to want two men. Maybe she was a hopeless romantic. Maybe she was just plain hopeful. Either way she wanted the man of her dreams to understand her needs and not condemn her for them. Cormack did. Drusilla loved him a little more because he understood her. Wayne? He couldn’t understand how to order drive-through. She winced when she thought about the time she had wasted with that nitwit.

  “What’s wrong?” Cormack approached her, his cock bobbing and the dildo dancing to its own wicked tune.

  “Just thinking about how much time I wasted on my ex.”

  “People make mistakes. The thing is you learn from it and move on.”

  Cormack was so sweet—and not to mention lethal with his lovely black helper. “Get on your knees, honey.”

  “You want me to pray?” Drusilla quipped as she did as requested. She expected a few “oh gods” would be said. Any thoughts of Arthur were banished. She was there for herself and for Cormack. Fish? What fish?

  “You know what I like most about you?” Cormack crawled up behind her, his hands on her ass as he pushed her legs further apart. “You have a smart, delicious mouth.”

  Before Drusilla could respond, the head of the vibrator was sinking in between the lips of her pussy and whatever thoughts she’d had were gone. Everything was centered on what was happening between her legs. “Cormack?” She was so wet that the shaft slid inside her like a knife through butter.

  “But wait—there’s more.” He ramped up the power on the base and begun the familiar push-pull motion in and out of her pussy.

  Drusilla’s hands clutched at the sheet. “Oh my…” There was no way free steak knives could beat this. But Cormack did. He pushed one finger into her anus.

  “Calm down,” he whispered.

  “’Easy for you to say,” she whimpered softly as his finger pushed further inside.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Cormack halted what he was doing.

  “Oh hell no.”

  As he continued, Drusilla re
laxed as she gave in to the double penetration of her body. The tightness was unusual but not unpleasant. “You know, I’m not saying this to flatter you but your cock is bigger than your finger.”

  Cormack’s response was to slide another finger inside her ass and to twist the dial on the vibrator up a notch.

  “Oohhh,” Drusilla moaned as man and dildo plunged in and out. The third finger in had her gasping.

  “You are so wet.” Cormack leaned in and kissed her ear.

  “You make me so but I need more.” A plastic cock could not compete with a real live cock. “I want you.”

  “It could hurt.”

  “I trust you.” And Drusilla did. She had gone from believing that men were stupid to one man who made her feel more special than she ever imagined she ever could. Cormack’s fingers pulled out of her and his hand left the vibrator leaving it steadily pulsing inside her. “Where are you going?”

  “I had to get this.” Drusilla jumped as cool gel was squirted in her ass. “You like?”

  “I like your cock better.” She turned her head to see Cormack rolling on a condom over an erection that gave the black toy in her pussy competition.

  Cormack chuckled as he reached over for a tube of lube. “And you will have it.”

  As he slathered his cock with the gel, Drusilla was mesmerized. It was the most sensual thing she had ever seen. There was something about a man rubbing the length of his cock that made her knees wobble and her heart pound. Drusilla believed there was beauty in everything and more so in Cormack. If I never had sex again I could live on this one moment. Though thankfully for me…

  “Are you ready honey?”

  “Yes.” What other answer could there be? The crazy thing was that while the toy buried deep inside her was exciting, nothing could compete with the first thrust of Cormack’s cock in her ass. She stiffened and whimpered. “Don’t stop.” The tight fullness of him pushing in through the resistant ring of muscle made her push out to meet his thrust.