Her furniture was worn but comfortable looking pieces in shades of slate blue. Old mahogany tables and bookshelves completed the room. Everything was spotlessly clean. Except around a large easy chair. A laptop held the prime position on the table next to it, but paper and notebooks were scattered all around in a disorganized jumble.
But, what made his eyes go round was the monster hamster habitat that dominated one wall. Huge twists of tubing fed in and out of several cages. The whole thing was carefully bolted to the walls with small clamps and screws.
Three furry faces were pressed against the wire bars. Bright black eyes inspected him curiously.
“Geez, Rikki. You told me you had hamsters, but not that they owned the house!”
She laughed. “This is El Fuzz, and here are Cheerleader and Debutant. Chichi and Deb for short,” she said, pointing to each hamster in turn.
“They’re really cute. Can I pet them?” he asked, coming to a stop before the cage.
“Sure, but Chichi and Deb aren’t very friendly.”
Dar popped open the door and reached in to stroke El Fuzz’s head. The animal sniffed him for a moment before trundling off to the food dish. Cheerleader and Debutant ran up to rub against his hands excitedly. They chirped and squealed, rolling over so they could get their bellies scratched. He chuckled at their antics and glanced at Cass, who was staring at her pets in open-mouthed shock.
She closed her mouth with a snap. “They never do that!” She glared at the offenders. “Want a couple hamsters?”
He grinned as he pulled his hand free of the fawning creatures and shut the cage door. “No, thanks.” He could swear that they sighed with disappointment.
Cass led him into the kitchen. “The little tarts won’t have anything to do with me. You must smell better,” she said, pulling a couple of beers out of the fridge. She popped the caps and handed him one, and motioned for him to have a seat at the table. She hopped up onto the counter.
Cass sipped her beer and watched Dar sprawl in a chair. Her labia swelled and dampened, while her clit throbbed delicately in her panties. He’s just too damned pretty, she thought sourly. And, her body was going to make sure she didn’t forget that there was an eligible male nearby. She squirmed on the counter. While Dar was busy checking out the kitchen, she eyed his package.
I almost wish he were gay, she thought meditatively. It would certainly make my life easier. Damn, those jeans are tight. Looks like he’s packing some heat there. She absently took a swig of her beer. He looks flexible. Wonder how much stamina he has? She pondered that thought for a while as the beer in her bottle dwindled. I bet I wouldn’t be able to walk the next morn ‑‑
The sound of a throat clearing woke her up. Her gaze jerked up and was trapped in his.
Her cheeks burned as she realized quite a bit of time had passed while she had been staring at his crotch. His tousled hair had fallen into his face and his dark eyes smoldered.
He carefully set his bottle on the table and stood. Slow measured steps brought him to her until his pelvis was pressed against her knees. With a deft twist of his hips, he pushed them apart and moved closer. Never looking away, he cupped her face and slanted his mouth across hers.
Heat exploded through Cass as his tongue aggressively pushed between her lips. Her hands curled around his wrists and her eyes fluttered closed. She lost herself in the hot slide of his lips against hers.
Her tongue twined against his, tasting and seeking. His hips pressed demandingly into the juncture of her thighs.
She responded by tipping her pelvis to accommodate the swelling muscle rising to attention in his jeans. Her hands left his wrists to splay across his chest. The firm muscles under the cloth made her purr happily.
He moaned softly and wrapped his arms around her waist, yanking her harder against him. His hips swayed, grinding his erection back and forth against her mound. He broke the kiss to nibble on her lips.
Her fingers spread across the velvety fabric of his raw silk shirt. They slid to his waistband and tugged the fabric loose so that she could stroke his warm skin. His muscles tensed under her exploring fingertips.
He was a glory to her senses. All firm muscle and gorgeous perfection. His scent was lush and heavy with arousal. It enveloped her like a lazy cloud. She drew it deep into her lungs and felt it swirl through her like a siren song. Her body answered that call with hardening nipples and soft whimpers. Her vulva became slick and her panties dampened with moisture under his steady grinding.
Her head fell back, granting him access as his mouth traveled down the smooth column of her throat. His teeth settled over her pulse and he bit down gently, sending little darts of pleasure zinging through every erogenous zone in her body.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he whispered against her skin.
“Upstairs,” she gasped out.
He pulled her off the counter and her legs wrapped around his hips involuntarily. His muscled abs bunched under her hands as he took her weight. Her arms looped around his back.
Her head cleared a little as he slowly walked them through the living room. “Dar,” she began uncertainty. His mouth crashed back down on hers in another long, drugging kiss and her thoughts clouded over again.
A small voice in her head warned that this wasn’t a good idea. The mongoose that lived inside her beat that little voice like a pimp would a mouthy hooker. It then shoved that whisper into a box and sat on it. Her beast liked this new male. He tasted divine and smelled even better. His penis was ripe and full. It would ease the itching burn in her loins that had been tormenting her so. The delicious aroma that rose off of him sang that he was healthy and in his prime. It whispered of strong kits playing and hunting in sunny fields.
Cass growled softly and went pliant against him as she gave in to the urging of her beast.
She bit his lip and then licked it as he hit the door of her bedroom with his back. It crashed against the wall, and she was vaguely aware of her cat dashing past them and down the stairs as if his tail was on fire.
Dar eased her down and she reluctantly unwound her legs from around him. When she was standing on her own his hands went to the hem of her T-shirt, and he began pulling it up.
He disappeared from view for a moment as it was pulled over her head.
Dar was staring fixedly at her breasts in their plain white bra when she blinked him back into focus.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, tracing the edges with a fingertip. His hands went to the closure on her jeans.
Her hands slapped over his as she franticly tried to remember what panties she had put on that morning.
He brushed her hands aside and popped the first button.
She squinched her eyes shut and waited. Two more buttons popped loose.
She resigned herself to humiliation.
The last buttons came free. His hands pushed the heavy material slowly down her hips.
His rough breathing was the only sound in the room.
He froze, hands on her hips.
A muffled snort made her peek out of one squeezed-shut eye.
He was staring at her underwear with a bemused expression.
She looked down and groaned.
It appeared that she had put on her oldest pair of granny panties this morning.
They were a stunning confection of snags, pinprick holes, and dingy white cotton, all crowned with a sagging elastic waistband. She should have thrown them away a couple years ago, but they always seemed to end back up in her drawer, usually when she was out of everything else.
Dar looked up at her slowly. He cleared his throat.
She cringed.
“Um, Cass?”
“Yeah?”
“I think it might be time to buy new panties.”
“I know.”
He grinned and shoved her jeans down her legs.
Still embarrassed, she stepped out of them. Why she had been blessed with the ability to humiliate herself in the worst possible moment, she had no i
dea. She reached back and popped the catch on her bra. It slid down her arms and she tossed it aside.
Dar’s eyes glazed over with heartfelt male appreciation of the sight of her bare breasts. She almost expected him to start drooling.
Apparently, tits were a fantastic distraction from undead underwear.
She cupped her hands under the heavy globes and arched an eyebrow in inquiry. “Like them? They are one of my best features.”
He nodded slowly, reaching out to strip off her panties. His fingers paused just inside the waistband. He smirked and yanked.
The abused cloth gave up without a whimper and fell off her in shreds.
She giggled softly. “Well, that’s one way to get rid of them.”
He grinned and stood, pulling her body against his. “They were awful. Now you don’t have an excuse to wear them again.” His mouth feathered over hers.
She purred, nibbling his lips. Wiggling closer, she threaded her fingers through his hair and bit his lower lip.
His hands strolled down her back to cup her ass. He massaged her firm round flesh with circular motions.
The silk of his shirt rubbed against her tight nipples. It was very erotic to press her bare body against his fully clothed form. His height and lean form made her feel distinctly feminine.
He released her and reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head in a smooth motion.
Her hands splayed across his abdomen and leisurely inspected the ripples and ridges about which she had been speculating. His honey brown skin was as silky and hair free as her own, but the tight muscles were very different and she enjoyed exploring each and every one with tingling fingers.
She knelt, running her tongue down his chest; goose bumps broke out across his belly. He shivered when she dipped the tip of her tongue into the shallow indentation of his belly button.
His hands tangled in her hair as he began to knead her scalp like a contented cat. She peeked up at him. His head was hanging forward so that he could watch her with lazy arousal.
She lapped up his chest slowly, never breaking his gaze. He twitched and shuddered, his belly going taut as a drum under her ministrations. His skin held the fragrance of his soap and the musk that was uniquely him. She inhaled it deep into her lungs and let it soak into her. Small, delicate muscles inside her quivered in response; her vagina contracted emptily, and a spurt of wetness eased down her legs.
Cass pointed her tongue and traced damp, spiraling circles back down his chest and belly. When she reached his jeans, she bit down on the top of his fly and yanked the button loose.
Dar’s body jerked in reaction and his startled eyes popped wide open.
Her tongue fluttered out and toyed with the tab on his zipper for a moment. She caught it in her teeth and slowly drew it down. Her hands grasped the opening edges and spread them open. Next, she slowly pulled his jean down his hips as she moved back up to nibble on his belly with little teasing bites.
After a moment his hands joined hers and he shoved his underwear off with his jeans. His erect cock sprang free of the confining cloth and pressed urgently against her chest. He rested against her as he kicked the denim off his feet and his wiry pubic hair rasped coarsely against her flushed skin in a delightful manner.
She cupped his ass and squeezed it experimentally. Tight. Firm. Round. She couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into it.
Dar tugged on her hair, urging her to rise. He pulled her hard against him and crushed her lips under his. His tongue pressed arrogantly into her mouth and curled around hers, demanding a response from her.
Thrilling little darts of excitement zinged through her at his display of dominance. Her beast chittered happily inside her. In reaction to his forcefulness, she scraped her nails down his back in long, stinging strokes.
He growled and bit down hard on her lip.
She gasped and drew back. A quick swipe of her tongue told her that he had drawn blood. The coppery flavor flooded her mouth. She delicately licked the rest away and gave him a feral smile.
A look of dismay crossed Dar’s face. “Cass, I’m sorry ‑‑”
He woofed softly when she planted her hands on his chest and shoved him. His legs tangled in the clothing scattered at their feet and he fell backward onto the bed, looking shocked.
She didn’t give him time to take stock of the situation, but immediately pounced. She landed lightly and straddled his hips. Crouched on her knees and elbows and knew her smile had taken a decidedly on a decidedly smug cast as she surveyed him. Leaning forward a bit, she rubbed her torso along his sensuously. Their scents combined and mingled into something new and arousing.
Her mouth hovered over his. She pulled back teasingly when he lifted his head to kiss her. He paused for a moment and looked at her enquiringly. Her tongue flicked out and tickled his lips.
He smiled and lifted his mouth to hers again.
She hovered just out of reach.
His head fell back against the bed, a confused look crossing his face.
Bending her head she feathered kisses along his jaw. “Don’t you want to play with me?” she whispered into his ear. He shuddered when she sucked his earlobe into the warm moistness of her mouth. Her tongue toyed with the sensitive tidbit. Wiggling just a little, she brushed her tight nipples across his.
With a growl he wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled her under him. Dar had obviously had enough teasing. He pinned her arms above her head and crushed her mouth under his like he was staking a claim. Slanting his head to the side, he thrust his tongue into her mouth to duel with hers.
Cass hummed happily and curled her legs around his hips. Her feet rubbed up and down his thighs as she enjoyed the kiss. She lay beneath him with deceptive passiveness, waiting to see what else he had in mind. Sex was always an adventure. She just hoped this would be more of a roller coaster ride than a trip down the slide at the local playground.
Dar lifted his lips from hers after several long, hot moments. He gazed down at her and smirked good-naturedly. “You taste good,” he announced. That said, he spread lingering kisses down her chin and throat, following the line down to her breasts. He paused to stare at her breasts. “Oh, man, I’ve wanted to do this since that first day in the break room,” he whispered reverently, and buried his face between them, humming happily.
Cass’s giggle turned into a gasp as he took a nipple between his teeth and flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across it. She tugged her hands loose and brushed the hair back from his face so she could watch his cheeks hollow as he leisurely nursed the tight knot of flesh.
Black eyelashes formed luxurious fans on his cheeks as he focused all of his attention on his self-appointed task. His cheeks continued to curve inward with each pull and his hands curled around the heavy globes. He switched to the other nipple and pinched the damp tip he had just released.
She groaned softly and twisted her hips to rub her damp slit against his belly. Darts of pleasure pulsed through her pussy with each hard suck, leaving an aching burn after each contraction. It was a delightful torture and made her eager to feel him sliding into her hungry cleft.
Dar peeked up at her and his lips curved into a knowing smile around her breast. He released the hard bud with a wet pop. He rose above her and spread his thighs under hers. His eyes gleamed with pleasure as he examined her. His hands stroked along her thighs and met at the juncture. He cupped her nether lips and rubbed his thumbs along the seam between them.
Up and down, his thumbs became slicker with her juices with each pass. Finally, he paused at the bottom edge of her slit and eased in and began to repeat his up and down motions again, this time rubbing her clit teasingly at the end of each caress.
Cass stretched and undulated her hips in time with his ministrations. She felt ripe and heavy, like fruit just waiting to be plucked and bitten. She couldn’t help but admire Dar’s nude body as he hunched over her and played with her sex like a sculptor with a new bit of clay.
His erection rose to press tight against his belly. A drop of moisture welled from the purple tip and slowly rolled down. It disappeared from view after a moment and Cass licked her lips longingly, wanting to taste it.
She shuddered as Dar quit playing and focused his attentions on her clit, his thumbs massaging it in opposing circles rhythmically. He peeked at her and smirked. “Like that?” he whispered.
Cass nodded an affirmative, rolling her hips eagerly into his touch. “Oh yes, very much,” she murmured.
Dar grasped his cock and rubbed the damp crown against her clit. He flicked it sharply against the tender nub with a wet slap.
She jerked at the sting and moaned as it quickly flooded her swollen tissues with heat. “Oh!”
He laughed softly and did it again.
Cass moaned. “Condom, dammit. I want you inside me,” she gasped out as he continued to thrash her clit with his penis.
Dar froze with an arrested expression. “Uh, I don’t have any.” He looked like a deer caught in headlights.
Cass stared at him. After a moment, she sighed and twisted to dig through her nightstand.
He groaned as her legs tightened around him for balance and his cock was caught against her pussy.
Cass flipped back over, triumphantly holding a foil packet. She ripped it open with her teeth and smiled sweetly at him. “Here you go.” She offered it to him.
His cheeks flushed as he took it and quickly rolled the flexible material on. Once he finished, he leaned down on his elbows and brushed a kiss across her mouth. “Thank you.” He reached down and guided himself to her cleft.
Cass gasped softly as he slowly slid into her, stretching the silky walls of her sheath. She slid her fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers as he sank home.
He stilled over her as he focused on her kiss with single-minded intensity.
The thick muscle inside her jumped and twitched eagerly when he finally lifted his mouth from hers and panted softly. “Oh, that was nice,” he murmured softly and licked her lip.
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