Leaning forward, he buried his face between her breasts and breathed deep of her scent. Then he licked up her sternum as he used one hand to guide his cock and the other on her hips to steady her body until the head of his cock brushed across her open, wet entrance.
Planting his feet, he lifted his hips and thrust up, burying his cock as deep into his mate as he could. She cried out as her pussy muscles squeezed him, forcing him to grit his teeth to keep from coming. Releasing his cock, he slipped his hand up and around her lower body until he held both of her hips. He held their pelvises pressed together as he relaxed until he was once again sitting in the chair.
He met her heavy-lidded gaze and read wildness in her eyes. “Are you sure, sugar? Once we’re mated, there will be no going back. No divorce. No walking away.”
She blinked and smiled down at him, sending a shaft of heat down his spine that caused his balls to clench. “I’m sure,” she whispered before leaning in and kissing him.
As their tongues dueled, she began to ride him, hard and fast.
His hands remained on her hips, but she did not seem to need his help to slide up and down his cock. Breaking the kiss, they both panted. He leaned down and licked one nipple before turning his head and taking the other in and sucking it.
Holding her hips, he moved them forward and back as she continued to ride him so her clit rubbed against him. Kimber cried out and arched her entire body, her pussy clenching tight on his cock as she came. Releasing her hips, he slid his arms around her to keep her from falling backwards.
Shifting his feet farther apart, he drove his cock up into her three more times as her pussy muscles massaged his length. He howled, his balls clenching and cock jerking painfully as he came deep inside his mate.
As his semen and her fluids mixed, a tingling began on the skin of his cock. At the same time, his legs and lower body went numb.
She collapsed against him, and he secured his grip around her back and shoulders to keep her from leaving him. He would not be able to chase her if she ran away, and it would take a few minutes for their fluids to mix and the mating to complete.
“Oh God, what’s happening? My pussy is tingling,” she said to the side of his neck, her words soft and slurred. He rubbed one hand down her spine to settle her when he felt her muscles tighten as if to move away.
“Shhh, relax, my mate. Our fluids are combining. Once it stops, the mating will be complete.”
Tate laid his head back against the chair and wrapped his arms more tightly around her, holding her secure. Closing his eyes, he smiled as she drowsed in his arms, amazed that his cock did not soften but remained hard as Kimber’s pussy continued to ripple around it.
Finally, his cock stopped tingling, but his erection was ready to go again. While not unusual for him to recover so quickly, he was not certain his mate would be up for a second go-around. He tried to think cold, nonsexy thoughts to get his cock to soften, but it refused to pay attention and continued to throb in time with his heartbeat.
He wasn’t surprised to hear himself purring as he rubbed his cheek against her hair. Something grew in his chest as he cuddled his mate, making him aware of a fullness in his heart he had never felt before. Could this be love? Or just an aftereffect of their mating?
When she finally lifted her head and looked at him, all he could do was smile at her.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his hands running down her spine in long, smooth strokes, as if he were petting a cat.
She met his eyes and grinned, looking decades younger than her age. Then she arched her back and dragged her still-erect nipples through the hair covering his chest. “Relaxed, sexy, and wanting more,” she said before licking up the side of his neck and taking his earlobe between her lips.
As she gently suckled, his cock twitched deep inside her pussy. She pulled back and looked at him, with one eyebrow raised in skepticism. Her eyes widened further when it twitched again, and he canted his hips forward to press it even deeper, not wanting to break this connection.
“You’re still hard,” she said, sounding amazed.
“Uh-huh,” he returned with a smile. “One of the advantages of having a younger man in your bed...we’re always ready to go.”
She giggled as she leaned in and kissed him. “I’m not sure I’d survive another go. I think my legs have gone to sleep or died or something. I can’t feel my toes.”
Worry for his mate shafted through Tate. Though he was more than ready to continue this, he also knew that taking care of his mate was more important than relieving his hard-on. But then again, there might be a way to deal with both problems, as long as his legs cooperated.
“Wrap your arms around me and hang on,” he said as he wrapped his arms under her ass cheeks.
Once her arms were in place, he stood up. He waited until her legs came around his waist. She clung to him like a koala bear in a tree. He took a step and nearly fell as his jeans dropped down around his ankles, hobbling him. Without looking down, he kicked them off then stumbled across the living room.
His legs barely obeyed his need to move his mate to a more comfortable setting. She giggled as his sex-drunk walking bounced them off one wall and then the other before they reached the doorway to his bedroom.
“Do you care which bed?” he asked.
Kimber looked at him and shook her head. “A bed’s a bed. Just don’t drop me,” she said before starting to giggle again.
“Yes, milady,” he said, entering his bedroom and walking to the bed.
Turning around, he flopped back onto the bed then rolled them over so she lay on the bed, and he was crouched over her.
“You okay?” he asked, watching her closely for any sign of pain.
* * * *
Kimber saw the worry in his eyes and wanted to ease his concern. Taking a deep breath, she smiled. “Mmmm,” she sighed, “I’m great, how are you?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m doing just fine,” he returned as he pulled his cock halfway out of her pussy then eased it back in again.
Kimber squeezed around him as he began to stroke faster and faster. Not sure if she would be able to come twice, she just relaxed and allowed Tate to play. Then he reached between them and placed a rough fingertip atop her clit. As if he’d flipped a switch in her sex center, arousal blossomed and blew her control to smithereens in seconds.
She grabbed his shoulders as she reached her peak again, this time screaming with surprise as Tate’s cock grew bigger in her. A heartbeat later he slammed even deeper once more before raising his head and calling out his own release. She felt heat fill her once more as he came.
This time, he pulled out and rolled to the mattress beside her. She was completely relaxed and nearly asleep when she felt him pull from her and roll to lie on the mattress beside her. She did not fight when he pulled her so her head rested on his chest. He took a deep breath as he held her close to his side then released it on what she thought was a contented sigh just before sleep fully claimed her.
* * * *
She had no idea how much time passed when something woke her. She listened for a moment and thought she heard footsteps before a familiar voice called out, “Kimber? Are you here?”
“Oh shit, she muttered as she sat up and looked around. Only there was nothing within reach to cover up with before her mother stepped into the room.
“Are you asleep? Oh my,” her mother said as she glanced around the room. In a glance, she took in the still-sleeping man, his naked state, and then met Kimber’s eyes. Whirling, she turned her back to the room but did not leave. “Kimberlee Marie Jordan, what is going on here?”
“Go wait in the living room, Mom. I’ll be out in a minute,” Kimber ordered as a masculine hand stroked across her lower back in a gesture that both comforted her and gave her strength to talk to her mother.
Once her mother left the room, the hand dropped away, and a single finger traced down the top of her ass crease. The man to which it was attached began a
low-throated purr, causing the growing heat in her chest to shimmy all the way down to her clit, but her mother’s presence brought out the child in her.
Slapping Tate’s hip, she scrambled from the bed. “Get up and get dressed,” she hissed.
“Why?”
Kimber gave him an exasperated look over her shoulder. “She won’t go away until she meets you and finds out what is going on.”
“How about you talk to her while I go back to sleep? After she leaves, come back and wake me up. Then we can go grocery shopping,” Tate said, sounding sleepy and content as he rolled over, showing her his bare back and ass.
Kimber growled but did not reply. After all, Ellen Jordan wasn’t his overprotective, over-intrusive mother
After peeking down the hall and finding it empty, she stepped into the hall and pulled the door behind her. Moving as fast as her sex-relaxed muscles would carry her, she hurried to her room. Closing the door, she grabbed the first pieces of clothes she came to and pulled them on. At that moment, she didn’t care that the orange pajama bottoms and lime green T-shirt clashed horribly. Opening the bedroom door, she combed her fingers through her hair as she headed for the living room.
She sucked a breath of terror as she stepped into the living room. The woman was folding her dress. A glance at the coffee table showed her that she had already folded Tate’s jeans.
“Mom, what are you doing here?”
Ellen Jacob laid the neatly folded dress on top of the jeans before sitting down in the red chair and sniffing the air delicately. Since the scent of sex filled the entire small house, Kimber did not try to explain or apologize. She just wanted to get rid of her mother so she could return to her mate’s side and go back to sleep.
“Kimberlee Marie, who is that man?”
“My new roommate,” she answered succinctly.
“Your new what? When did you get a roommate?” her mother’s voice rose in tone and volume with each word until Kimber winced at the squeal.
Kimber counted to ten before saying, “My new roommate. He moved in this morning. Now take deep breaths and calm down.”
It took nearly two minutes of deep breathing before Ellen asked her next question. “Why? Why did you move a roommate in?”
“Because I have the room and need the money?”
Suddenly, Kimber was not so sure renting Tate her bedroom had been such a good idea. Especially when her mother frowned at her with serious disappointment.
“If you need money, why didn’t you come to me or your father?” Ellen asked, her frown deepening.
“Because the last time I asked for a loan until my royalty check hit the bank, I was told in no uncertain terms that if I wanted to continue playing at being an artist, I should not expect anything from you or dad. I think the exact term was, quote, ‘You’ll never make it as an artist, and I won’t pay for you to play at something you’ll never succeed at,’ unquote. I’m forty years old and should not be asking my parents for an allowance. So I decided to rent a room instead of trying to find a job that won’t interfere with my creativity.”
Kimber was surprised that it only took another ten minutes of working not to answer her mother’s questions and a promise that she would appear at her parents’ traditional “second Sunday of the month” barbecue the following weekend before Ellen finally left with Kimber’s slow cooker. She had no doubt in the week to come, her mother would be calling and using her motherly wiles to strong-arm her into bringing Tate with her.
Once her mother had driven away, Kimber locked the door and this time threw the deadbolt for added security. After a stop in the kitchen, she stalked silently back into the bedroom. Tate Pierce was going to pay for making her face her mother alone.
He lay sprawled across the bed, snoring softly. Kimber stopped in the doorway and just looked at his long, muscular body, swallowing hard as her body reacted to the visual of her well-toned and sexy mate. His back and arms were tanned while everything below his beltline was paler, proving he worked hard.
Moving quickly and silently, she crossed to the bed. Hesitating only a few seconds, she leaned over the bed and turned the container over, allowing the contents to fall over Tate’s back from shoulders to ass. Stepping back quickly, she leaned in the doorway, an evil giggle bubbling up as she waited for the frozen marbles to wake her sleeping mate.
Chapter 6
A line of icy cold down the center of his back jolted Tate from a hot, sexy dream of his new mate. “What the fuck?” he muttered groggily.
Eyes closed, he rolled to his side to get away from the chill. Whatever it was rolled down his back to settle against his body where skin met mattress. The new line of chill hit a nerve that set his entire body to shivering in response. He rolled away again, but the cold continued to follow him.
He heard female giggles, and his cock jerked in response even as he turned over once again, only to find himself falling over the edge of the bed and landing on his ass on the floor. At least the cold had stopped.
Sitting up, he looked across the room to his mate, who was bent over with both arms wrapped around her middle. She was giggling like a loon. Then his eyes shifted to and widened when he saw a line of brightly colored marbles lying across the mattress.
Scooping up a handful, he hissed at the cold before dropping them back to the bed. “So you think that’s funny, do you?”
Kimber’s giggles, which had been waning, began up again. “Yes...I do,” she gasped as she nodded her head.
Reluctantly, Tate had to agree that using marbles was one sure way to get him out of bed. Instead of being irritated at the rude awakening, he started chuckling with her. But he also knew that he would not allow his mate to think she had gotten the best of him.
Rolling to his hands and knees, he began to crawl across the room, stalking his mate for a little retribution. When she raised her head and looked at him, he rose quickly to his feet and closed the last few feet separating them.
She gasped as he grabbed her T-shirt and pulled it over her head then pushed her pajama bottoms off her body. He moved so fast, she was as naked as he was before she could fight him off. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her clear off the floor then turned and walked back to the bed.
“So, you think my falling out of bed is funny, do you?” he asked, his voice deep and holding a thread of menace to it.
The last of her laughter died away. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as she nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“You do know that payback’s a bitch, don’t you?”
Her eyes widened when he climbed onto the bed and crawled across the mattress with her still clinging to him. His cock brushed against her slit, teasing her clit and pussy opening and causing her to suck in tiny breaths with each brush of hot male against wet female.
“It doesn’t have to be,” she whispered with a smile so sexy, Tate’s already hard cock jerked in response.
“Oh, no, my mate. You’re not going to get out of this so easily,” he said just before he bent arms and legs and lowered their bodies so the frozen marbles pressed into her back.
“Tate!” she screamed as he shifted his hips.
The first thrust had his cock fully bedded in her hot pussy that immediately began clenching on his length. As she wiggled underneath him, trying to evade the marbles, he started a hard, fast in and out motion. Holding her pinned down with his chest and shoulders, he traced his way down her sides, finding several ticklish spots before he slid his hands under her ass cheeks.
She wrapped her legs tighter around him and lifted into each stroke, the cold hard orbs underneath her forgotten as their need for one another took over. He stroked fingers down the crease of her ass then circled her back hole, earning several gasps and corresponding sighs from his woman. Sliding one finger up the small distance to her pussy, he gathered her juices and swirled them around and around her puckered hole.
He waited until his balls tightened as he neared orgasm before he pressed the finger through the firs
t ring of muscles into her ass. He winced as she screamed in his ear as pussy and ass clenched around him. Two hard, short thrusts and he came as well, growling in response. His cock pulsed, and once again, his legs went numb, something he had never experienced before with any other woman.
Easing his finger from her back hole, he held her tight and rolled them so they lay face-to-face on the mattress.
“Yep, payback is going to be a bitch,” he said with a smug smile after he’d caught his breath.
“I thought that was payback.”
“Oh no, sugar, not hardly. That was fun. Payback will come when you least expect it,” he assured her before releasing her and rolling from the bed. “Now get up and put that little blue dress back on. We have groceries to shop for before I have to go to work.”
* * * *
Kimber stared at the checkout conveyor belt and sighed. Their choice of foods could not be more different. She had filled her side of the cart with staples—frozen meals, a case of her favorite soda, chocolate, cookies, and coffee. Tate filled his side with meats and vegetables and foods that needed actual preparation and cooking before they could be eaten. She was shocked that Tate never said a word about her food choices, though she caught a glimpse as his nose wrinkled in distaste a couple of times.
Once they checked out, she was shocked that her total was nearly twice what his was. Thankfully, he had given her two weeks rent in cash before they left the house, but restocking the kitchen consumed most of it. Maybe she should see about getting back into cooking and making her own frozen meals instead of buying the prepackaged ones.
“Tate?” she asked as they loaded the bags into the back of his truck.
Cougar Wants [Cougarlicious] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 5
