Shepherd’s Watch: Serviced

by J. Hali Steele

  When she’d initially gripped his arm on the way to therapy, he felt sorry for Margy. Each day her touch grew lighter and she grew more confident. He missed the tight hold. He felt like a horny bastard when he’d watched the sway of her hips as she learned to manage the white cane they’d given her in the hospital. Soon she mastered that too.

  His dog was literally on his last leg and would begin to get anxious if he didn’t ease his need soon. Max had told her to say no if she didn’t like to be licked and she hadn’t. Taking advantage of that, Ren licked out, curving his tongue over her flesh, dipping close to the inside of her thigh. Just one more little taste…

  Plap!

  Hell no, she did not whack me on the head. Son of a --

  “Keep your tongue to yourself and we’ll get along just fine.” A soft sigh slid from her mouth. “What’ll I do if you have to relieve yourself? I forgot to ask about that.”

  Ren quickly moved away into the hallway. He shifted, hoping Margy wouldn’t hear the telltale signs when his claws painfully retracted and his limbs elongated. She’d still be a bit disoriented and he’d blame the soft popping noise on the dog moving around.

  “Where did you go?” Her hand patted through the air.

  After the fleeting pain, he stood to his full height, and naked as a jaybird, Ren returned to stand by the low table just across from her. She jumped when he cleared his throat. “Sorry, should have warned you I was in the room. I’ll take care of setting up a run along the fence for, for… umm… Look, my brother was kidding about the dog’s name.” Now what, jackass? “His real name is… is Sherpa.”

  Her throaty laughter brought his dick up like a flagpole. Red lips he’d dreamt about kissing for days now bowed into a luscious smile, and the simple movement of her hand through recently cut, honey-blonde waves caused his heart to skip a beat.

  She’s gorgeous. Her full cheeks were flushed for some reason, and the severe suit did nothing to hide her curves. They were more pronounced than ever. Those same rounded lines had invaded his sleep every night for weeks. He’d follow her through aisles of dusty books, wanting to run his tongue all over her body and between her thighs.

  Ren wasn’t dreaming now. His hands opened and closed at his side as he fought the need to touch her. Lord, his cock was leaking and he hoped to God her sense of smell hadn’t improved too greatly yet.

  Dark glasses hid the barely visible bruises that were left and added an air of mystery. He’d seen her blue eyes and wanted to see more of them.

  “I didn’t think it was Shooby, it didn’t feel right.” She still searched blindly with her hand for the dog. He took a quick step in her direction and caught her just as she tripped on the leg of the coffee table. “I’m a little disoriented.” She snatched her hand back from his naked chest. A warm puff of air brushed across his shoulder as he edged her back to the sofa.

  “I had my shirt off to unpack my gear.” What would she think if she saw his full cock standing rigid and wet in front of him? “Let me take Sherpa out and I’ll be right back.”

  Ren rushed into the guest room he’d be using and quickly put on a white tee-shirt. He struggled to zip jeans over his slowly shrinking penis, and slipped his feet into a pair of loafers. Good thing Max had left because he didn’t want to explain sporting wood in front of a blind woman. Both brothers were already suspicious over the amount of time he’d spent at the hospital when he didn’t have to.

  Ren couldn’t make sense of what had happened to him. He hadn’t counted on being attracted to Margy as a man, and it made it twice as difficult to keep his dog under control. Even as he thought the words “down, boy” her scent filled his nostrils and aroused him all over again. He stroked his tongue across his lips, savoring the sweetness lingering there.

  Looking down at his feet, he chuckled to himself. He hadn’t given thought to whether or not his shoes matched his outfit in weeks. Forgetting himself, Ren sniffed loudly as he hurried back into the living room.

  “Did you take him out?” She unbuttoned and removed her jacket, placing it on the arm of the chair.

  This assignment was going to be much harder than he’d thought. Playing at being himself and his dog would take one hundred percent of his concentration. Right now that had flown out the window with any rational thought. He stood inside the doorway and watched her breasts rise up and down through the thin material of the shirt she wore. Each breath she took jerked his cock back to a full erection.

  Margy had a real woman’s body. Her waist sat above a luscious swell of hips that would feel great beneath him. Hell, over him or under him, she’d feel good. He couldn’t rid himself of the vision of her ass cheeks snuggled against his crotch, doggy-style.

  When his gaze reached the hem of her skirt, he couldn’t pull his eyes away. She’d been dressed in the hospital each day by a nurse and wore a full set of pajamas. He’d never seen her like this. Her legs were crossed and the skirt had slid up, baring even more of her big thighs. His mouth open, he sucked at the air, drawing her scent deep into his lungs. Shit.

  “Ren?”

  “Uhh, I’m a little out of breath. Sherpa needs to stretch his legs so I left him out to run for a while.” He had to get it together. “Would you like anything before we talk?”

  “Maybe some wine. There’s a small bar in the room I use as an office right across from your guest room.”

  “I’ll be right back.”

  He returned carrying two glasses, a bottle of Merlot and a corkscrew. The wine goblets in his hand clinked together loudly when he stopped dead in his tracks. Margy had removed her shoes and her feet were curled under her. Her scent wafted around the room and drove his shepherd out of its mind. Ren shuddered with the force needed to keep his animal at bay.

  He couldn’t take any more. Settling beside her, he put the glasses on the coffee table, uncorked the red wine, and poured some into both glasses. “Give me your hand.” Her fingers were cool when he wrapped them around the stem.

  She took a sip, and the soft sigh that followed the sweep of tongue over her wet lips undid any resolve he had left. “Marguerite --” He placed his goblet on the table.

  “Margy, please.”

  “Margy, I’ll show you how to see through touch so much better than they did in therapy.” He took the wine from her hand, set it on the table, and turned to face her. “Touch me.” Ren gently placed her fingertips on his cheek.

  Her touch was soft, tentative -- and set his blood on fire. Shit, he purred like a freaking cat. Totally lost when the tips swept across his lips, he opened his mouth and took her thumb inside. When she didn’t pull away, Ren sucked gently and wrapped his tongue around it, savoring her taste.

  He didn’t want to stop but he did. Leaning over, he dipped two fingers in his wine glass and moved his hand to her mouth. She trembled when a drop hit her chest and slid slowly between her heaving breasts. “Ren, I --”

  “Shh, taste it.” Her mouth was hot as she licked his fingertips clean. Her raw scent drifted up and filled his nose. Ren’s shepherd silently howled with pleasure.

  Stopping now was out of the question. Watching her, smelling her every day had stripped away his defenses. Alarms clanged in his head like Big Ben but he ignored the warning.

  * * *

  Margy tried to stop, but instead of pushing his fingers out of her mouth, she drew them further in.

  What the hell was she doing? This man had spent every waking hour with her for over three weeks. Surely he had a girlfriend who wondered where he was, who he was with?

  No, not Ren. She’d known a few like him and they didn’t have one woman. The strong, silent, macho type who would answer to no one. His job called for him to be in the company of beautiful women day and night so why would he want to be with a plain Jane who was blind? He provided a service, it was his job. Nothing else. But she couldn’t find it in herself to give a damn right now. Margy wanted him -- one time. After all, it wasn’t as if they’d just met.

  “I won’t stop
at a kiss or a touch. I want it all.”

  “Will Sherpa be okay?”

  “You’re worried about the dog?”

  “He’ll be out there for quite a while.” I’ve gone mad!

  His wicked laughter ricocheted around the room and should have been a warning she was in deep trouble. Air whooshed from her lungs when Ren grasped her hand and put her fingers in cool liquid. Wine. He took her fingers back in his mouth and sucked each one until they were clean. Taking hold of her wrists, he placed her hands on his face. “See me.”

  In therapy, they’d taught her the basics but it felt nothing like this when she touched them. She stroked down to his chin and let her thumbs rub over soft, full lips. His cheekbones were high and his jaw wide. She visualized the hair she felt there. “You have a beard.”

  “I haven’t had time to shave today.”

  Margy trembled at the feel of his hands brushing across her shoulders. He moved down her arms to the bend in her elbow. Circling under them, his fingers stroked the sides of her breasts. Moving her hands up, she eased her fingers into his hair and sifted through the waves. Not too short, not too long. “Describe the color for me.”

  “Dark brown, almost like bittersweet chocolate.”

  She feathered her fingertips over his eyes and his brows. Neat, trimmed. “Your eyes…”

  “The color of roasted chestnuts.”

  “Do you describe everything using food analogies?”

  “No, but I’ve thought of tasting you for days.”

  “You must be very handsome.” She felt his thumbs circle her hard nipples through the silky material of her shirt. Margy thanked God she was sitting down. Her vagina contracted and liquid pooled in the seat of her panties. Puffs of air hit her face as one hand brushed her cheek and reached behind her ear to remove the glasses. “No!” She grabbed at his hand.

  “I want to see your blue eyes, honey. It won’t be the first time.”

  “No, Ren. Please.”

  “Okay, when you’re ready.”

  She felt him move back to her shirt and he began to unbutton it slowly. Her hands rested on his forearms where the muscles tightened. Breath hissed from her when he reached back to unsnap her bra. Cool air rushed over her nipples, hardening them even more. Margy’s pussy ached with need. Hands settled on her waist and tugged her forward. When his lips touched a stiff peak, a low moan slid from her throat. “Uhh.” Her body bowed forward and he took that opportunity to slip the blouse and bra from her shoulders.

  “You’re wearing far too much and I can’t wait.”

  The material of her short skirt was ripped away from her. “Oh!”

  “I swear I’ll replace it. Come here.”

  Margy gulped a lungful of air when he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. She wasn’t tiny. Ren strode with ease from the room and the slapping sound his shoes made against wood warned her they were heading to his guest room.

  She trembled and clutched tighter around his neck. She was out of her element. Panting breaths escaped her lips. She couldn’t see and suddenly she was disoriented. “Ren, slow down.”

  “Margy, trust me, baby, I won’t let anything happen to you. Keep touching me, stay connected to me.” He sat on the bed with her in his lap. “I’ll stop if you want.”

  Dragging long pulls of air to settle herself, she whispered, “Don’t stop.” The brief moment of fear faded. Margy felt safe in his arms. His cock was hard beneath her and she wriggled against him, wanting to free it from the denim material brushing against her butt.

  He settled her on the bed and stood. “I want you to touch me all over.”

  Taking her hands, Ren guided them to his belly. The rock-hard muscles there contracted beneath her touch. He probably worked out daily. She swept down his thighs and felt him tremble. Moving back to his waist, she found the button on the top of his jeans. It felt foreign in her fingers. The zing of the zipper sliding down made her heart flutter faster. Wisps of hair met her fingers at the same time heat flared from behind the thick material. No underwear.

  He eased back a little and she heard shoes thump away from his feet as he kicked them off and pushed his pants down. “Feel me, baby. Let your hands be your eyes.” She heard him slip his shirt off.

  His light grip on her wrist pulled her hand back to his crotch. Oh. My. God. Big, hard and hot. She slid her hand up and down his length. She had never felt an erection like this -- seeing it for the first time with only her mind’s eye. She cupped the broad head and felt the drop of liquid at the slit. Her mouth opened and she drew in a long draft of air. The smell… Ren’s smell was so sweet.

  Margy regaled in the feeling of smearing the pre-cum over the crown. She circled her fingers around his penis, right beneath the ridge of skin and smoothed down his cock. The feel, the scent, pulled her closer and closer. She wanted to taste him. Moving her head, sniffing his scent, she flicked her tongue out and licked the leaking slit.

  “Oh Christ, honey, yes.”

  Her lips covered the head of his cock and she sucked lightly on the tip. Running her tongue around it, she sucked harder and tried to take his length down her throat. When she thought she’d taken all she could, his hand tangled in her hair and fed her more. Never had she tasted anything as delicious as he was. Not having sight, her tongue, her nose, had to take it all in for her.

  “Suck it, Margy, taste me.”

  Her mouth took him again and again. Deep, all the way to the back of her throat. Then she laved him with her tongue, licked and played with the head of his cock.

  “Whoa, baby, stop or I’ll come in your mouth.”

  “Mmm, it’s good.”

  “Stand up.” He gripped her forearms and pulled her to her feet. His fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples. “Damn, you’re hot.”

  His breathing was harsh when he leaned in to suck on a peak. He pulled the nub into the hot recess of his mouth and circled the areola with his tongue. Ren’s teeth teased and tugged the bud until she thought she’d come standing right there. He wasn’t done. Moving to the other nipple, he did it all over again. Tremors slipped down her spine at the feel of moist heat he left in his wake.

  Tangling her hands into the soft curls at the back of his head, she held him locked to her. She didn’t even want to let him come up for air.

  Stooping, he stroked between her breasts with his tongue, stopping short of reaching her belly button. “Take your panties off and wait for me. Don’t sit down.”

  Margy tilted her head and listened to his footsteps recede down the hall.

  Chapter Three

  He set his wine glass on the nightstand.

  “What are you doing?”

  “This.” Cool liquid dribbled down her breasts and he latched onto her nipples again. One after the other. Sucking, licking, tasting. Her knees buckled when she felt drops slide down her belly. “Now you can sit.”

  “What --”

  “Trust me, Margy.”

  She backed up a step until the bed hit behind her knees. Sitting, she slid back a little. “Condoms?”

  Damn. He’d never used them because the shepherds had no health issues. He decided to be honest. Almost. God, please don’t let her change her mind. “I was just given a clean bill of health by my doctor.” No need to say it was months ago because it didn’t matter. It was impossible for him to give her any diseases.

  “I haven’t been with --”

  Ren cut her off. “You don’t have to tell me, I trust you.” He caressed her cheek and stroked a thumb down her neck.

  “I want you now.”

  Moving his hands to her thighs, Ren eased her legs open and knelt in front of her. He cupped her breasts and played with her nipples before he nudged her onto her back. He didn’t want to let go of the pebbled buds. But he wanted to ignite her senses. Make her taste things in a way she never had, to feel like it was the first time, and smell what she’d been missing. “Raise your knees and place your feet on the edge of the bed.”

  She did as
he told her and it was his undoing. Margy’s pussy looked so good. His cock bobbed against the side of the bed and the friction teased more drops from the slit at the tip. Ren’s nuts were so tight, they hurt.

  When the red liquid hit her belly button, she arched from the bed. “Oooh, God, what are you doing?”

  “You like it?”

  “Yes, yes.”

  “Can you smell it?”

  “Merlot.”

  “Good. How does it feel?”

  “Wonderfully cool.”

  He lifted the glass higher and let some splash in the light hair dusting her pussy. Ren watched it trickle down into the glistening folds as he put the glass back on the table. “And that?”

  “Please, please, please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Take me, Ren.”

  “Not yet.”

  He lowered his head and began to lick the drops from her mound. “Mmm, you’re sweeter than wine.” Her hands found his head and she pulled him tight between her legs. He moved his tongue until he touched her clit.

  Margy’s fingers burrowed into his hair and she bowed up, shoving more of herself into his waiting mouth. Ren sucked and teased her clit as she continued to push at him. He used the very tip of his tongue to search out the sensitive bump that he knew would send her even closer to the edge.

  “Unnh.”

  Dipping his tongue as far as he could into her pussy, he tasted heaven. In and out he stroked until he couldn’t bear it any longer. “Raise your ass up.” He grabbed both pillows and shoved them beneath her. Wanting her hips high so he could fuck her good, he pushed her knees toward her body. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”

  With one hand he stroked his cock, then pushed it into the moist folds to wet it so he could penetrate her easily. Moving the cockhead to her vagina, he watched her. Her mouth was slightly open and her breasts heaved up and down. He wanted to see her blue eyes but she held fast to one side of the glasses with her hand.

  Ren could barely breathe as he nudged the crown inside her. He wanted to be gentle but his shepherd wanted what it wanted. Gripping her thighs, he jammed his whole length inside and waited only long enough for her to adjust to his thickness.