Wildcat (5 page)

Chapter Four

Catie was still recovering from that third orgasm when Jarrod released her wrists, scooped her up, and stood. Her world spun and she gasped as she flung her arms around his neck and held on while he strode from the living room.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked as she clung to him.

“My room.” His stride was deliberate, his jaw set as he carried her through the large home.

“’Bout time.” She caught glimpses of a large stainless-steel kitchen that would make a chef envious, as well as a kitchen nook with a bay window and a formal dining room. The house smelled warm and inviting, a spicy masculine scent that reminded her of Jarrod.

His boots rang against the tile as he headed down a short hall and through double doors into a massive bedroom. Light from the hallway poured through the doors, illuminating the rough-hewn wooden furniture and a king-sized bed smack dab in the middle of the room.

One-handed, he flipped on the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed, and the room filled with a soft amber glow. He set her on the comforter and tugged off her skirt and top before she had a chance to even think straight.

Catie had never thought of herself as beautiful, not like her friend Dee. As far as Catie was concerned, she was too thin with not enough curves, as well as being small-chested. But right now, with the way Jarrod just stood there and looked at her with hunger, desire and admiration in his green eyes, she felt absolutely gorgeous.

She eased off the comforter to stand on the small rug at his bedside as he toed off his boots and yanked off his socks. “Let me undress you,” she said.

But when she reached for his shirt, he caught her wrists. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“Fair’s fair.” Catie gave him a saucy smile, but inside she was a quivering mass of lust. Every cell in her body screamed with need for this man. Need to have his naked form against hers, need to taste his skin and his come, and need to see if he fit as perfectly inside as he did outside.

Jarrod released her, but a muscle in his cheek twitched and she could tell he was barely able to rein himself in. He clenched and unclenched his fists. “You’d better hurry, woman.”

With a soft laugh, Catie grabbed the bottom of his shirt, brought it up to his chest, and he helped her pull it over his head. The action mussed his thick sable hair, giving him an untamed and dangerous look.

“Mmmm.” She ran her palms over his muscled chest, enjoying the feel of him. “Now keep your hands to yourself while I get my turn at you.” Breathing deeply of his scent, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue against his nipple, and delighted in the way he sucked in his breath. His biceps flexed as he fought for control.

His salty taste rolled over her tongue as she licked a path from one nipple, through the light dusting of hair on his chest, to the other nipple. Her hands continued exploring him, moving to his shoulders and along his arms to his wrists, and then back up and down his chest to his flat belly. She loved the ripple of muscle beneath his smooth skin and the way his taut stomach clenched beneath her touch.

“Dammit, Catie.” A growl rumbled up in Jarrod’s chest, reverberating through her as she continued kissing and licking him.

“Don’t tell me you like it hard and fast.” She trailed her tongue in lazy circles down his belly toward his waistband. “I thought you enjoyed slow and easy.”

Jarrod thought he was going to climax in his jeans from the way the woman was torturing him. “Honey, when it comes to you, I have a feeling nothing’s easy.”

“Oh?” She tugged at his belt and pulled it out of the belt loops, her chocolate eyes meeting his. “I sure said yes mighty fast to you in the barn. What do you call that?” Catie placed her hand on his cock and rubbed it through the denim.

His dick throbbed at her touch. “There’s a difference between going after what you want and being easy.”

“I like the way you think, cowboy.” With nimble fingers she unfastened his jeans, tugged them down, and gasped when his cock sprang out. “Damn. I knew you were big, but…damn.”

When she looked up at him, he raised an eyebrow at her wide-eyed expression.

A mischievous light sparked in her eyes. “In case you’re wondering, that’s a good thing.”

He grinned as she pulled his jeans and briefs down past his hips and he stepped out of them. “Thank god for small favors.”

Catie knelt on the rug at his feet and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Her hair shimmered gold in the lamp’s glow as she shook her head. “In your case, I’d say it was a rather large favor.” Before he had a chance to respond, she swirled her tongue over the head of his cock.

Jarrod’s hips bucked and he slid his hands into her hair, unable to keep from touching her any longer. He could barely remember to breathe as he watched her lips slide down his cock, taking him deep. Her mouth felt warm and wet, and better than he had imagined. And he had imagined plenty since meeting Catie.

Her eyes met his as she continued easing her lips up and down his cock. She moved one hand to his balls, gently playing with them while her other hand worked his staff in time with the motion of her mouth.

He clenched his fingers in her silken strands and gritted his teeth. “You’re going to be swallowing my come real fast if you don’t slow down.”

In response she hummed, the vibration burning through his cock like a match-lit fuse. His balls drew up and his groin tightened as the sensation shoved him over the edge and straight into an explosive orgasm.

Jarrod’s hands tightened in Catie’s hair as come shot from his cock and into her mouth. She never let up, not for a moment, continuing to suck on him until she’d swallowed it all. She would have kept going, but he managed to use his strength to his advantage and disengaged his wet member from her mouth.

His breathing came hard, sweat cooling his skin, as he braced his hands on her shoulders. Catie grinned up at him, licking her lips like a cat cleaning the last bit of cream from her whiskers.

“Remind me not to piss you off,” Jarrod murmured as he gripped her shoulders and drew her up to him. “You know how to get your revenge, don’t you?”

Sliding her hands around his neck, she melded her lithe body against his. “Are you complaining?”

He chuckled and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Not on your life.”

Satisfaction warmed Catie’s belly, knowing that she’d given him as much pleasure as he’d given her. A smile curved her lips as she nuzzled his chest. “You need time to regenerate, or are you ready to fuck me?”

Jarrod growled as he grabbed her ass and pressed his thick erection to her belly. “What do you think?”

“Oooh, you’re hard again.” She stood up on her toes and brushed her mouth over his, loving the way his mustache felt against her lips. “So what are you waiting for?”

He clasped his big hands around her slim waist and practically tossed her on the bed. Catie laughed and brushed her hair out of her eyes. But her laughter faded as she saw the look on Jarrod’s face—like he was up to no good.

His mustache twitched as he reached over to the dresser and grabbed something off the top, and Catie caught the glint of metal.

She furrowed her brow as he moved onto the bed and knelt between her thighs. “What are you up to?” she asked as she tried to see what he was holding, but he held it behind his back.

Jarrod put his free hand by her head and captured her gaze with his. “So…you’ve fantasized about being tied up, have you?”

Warmth crept through Catie, but it wasn’t because she was embarrassed at having so easily admitted her fantasy. It was more the way he looked at her—like he intended to do something about it.

“Yeah…” No sooner had she said the word, than Jarrod brought the hand out that he’d been hiding and clamped cold steel around her wrist. “Hey—” she started, but he moved so fast that the next thing she knew he had her arms stretched over her head. He flipped the free cuff over the railing behind her, and then clasped the cuff to her other wrist.

“Oh, my god.” Catie twisted as she pulled against the cuffs, the metal slightly digging into her flesh. Her pussy flooded with moist heat at the feel of being handcuffed and completely vulnerable to the man between her thighs. “I can’t believe you really did it.”

“Change your mind?” Jarrod pressed his cock to her belly, his gaze like green fire licking through her body.

“No way.” Tingles skittered through Catie’s belly and her nipples tightened. “And in case you’re wondering, I’ve had all my tests, I’m clean,
and
I’m on the pill. What about you, cowboy?”

“Clean bill of health all the way around.” He gave her his sexy smile. “Shall I get out my donor card?”

“Anybody else, yes. You, I trust.” She wrapped her legs around his waist. “So fuck me, dammit.”

His mouth came down on hers, crushing her lips, as though punishing her for making him desire her so much. Even though she knew it was fruitless, she pulled against the cuffs, wanting to reach around him and dig her nails into his back.

Jarrod hooked his arms under her knees and raised her up, opening her wide to him. He released one knee long enough to guide his cock toward her slick opening. “Am I too big for you?”

“Never.” She strained against the cuffs, arching her back. “Now, Jarrod!”

Catie gasped as he slid the head of his cock into her opening, stretching her with his thickness. He grabbed both of her ankles and moved them up to his neck, so that her feet were to either side of his head, and she could feel the softness of his hair along her instep. His eyes focused on hers, his breathing hard as he eased himself in another inch and then paused.

She raised her hips up, taking him deeper. “Give me all of you and stop messing with me.”

The irritating man just grabbed her hips and gave her another fraction of his cock. “We have all night, honey.”

Narrowing her eyes, Catie did her best to glare at him. “You’d better fuck me now, or there’ll be hell to pay later.”

Jarrod grinned. “All right, little wildcat. You want a fucking, a fucking’s what you’re gonna get.”

He thrust his cock into her, burying himself within her pussy. Catie cried out at the sensation of having him so deep inside, stretching her and filling her completely.

“You okay?” Jarrod held still, sweat beading on his forehead and trickling down the side of his face.

“Oh, yeah.” Catie wiggled, enjoying the incredible fullness of his cock inside her. “I’ll be even better once you get to it.”

With slow, even thrusts, he began moving within her core, holding her ass while he rose up on his knees. “You feel so good,” he murmured.

She glanced down to where they were joined, mesmerized by the sight of his cock moving in and out of her pussy. He was so big and thick, and it felt incredible. She had never been able to come without her clit being stimulated, but to her amazement, she already felt an orgasm coming on.

His pace increased, his flesh slapping against hers. “I love the way you watch me while I’m fucking you.”

Her gaze moved to his and her stomach flipped at the look in his eyes. “Harder.” Straining against the handcuffs, she tried to buck her hips. “I’m almost there.”

Jarrod released her ass and reached around her legs to tweak her nipples, and at the same time began pounding into her like she wanted him to.

“Yeah…just like that.” A faint buzzing started in Catie’s ears as he drove into her. The noise grew to a dull roar. Her stomach muscles clenched and her core contracted, gripping Jarrod tighter.

“Come on, honey.” His voice was hoarse, like he could barely hold himself back from climaxing.

“Oh…my…
god
.” Catie’s entire being vibrated as she grew closer and closer to the peak. “Don’t stop, Jarrod. Fuck me even harder.”

He growled, his balls slapping her ass as he pistoned his hips against hers.

“Yes!” she screamed as she came, her body jerking with the force of each wave of her orgasm.

Jarrod continued driving his cock into her core, drawing along each undulation.

“Catie. Oh, damn,” he called out as he reached his climax, his hot semen squirting inside her. His cock was so large she felt every throb and pulse of his orgasm. He moved within her, slower and slower until he finally stopped, his hips fused against hers.

After a moment, he eased her legs down from around his neck so that her feet were resting on the comforter, his cock still buried in her pussy. His weight felt comfortable as he relaxed on top of her, his stubble-roughened cheek resting next to hers. Smells of sex and sweat sifted through the air and Catie sighed, more sated and content than she could remember feeling before.

“Mmmmm, Jarrod?” She moved her cheek against his, enjoying his stubble scraping her soft skin. “I hate to break this moment, but you think you could unlock these handcuffs?”

“I don’t know.” He propped himself up on both arms and his lips quirked in a grin. “Kinda like you right where I’ve got you.”

“Oh?” Damn but he made her feel all quivery and gooey inside. “What do I have to do to convince you?”

Jarrod raised an eyebrow. “Of what?”

“That there’ll be hell to pay if you don’t get these things off me now.”

With a soft laugh he rolled off of her, his cock sliding out of her pussy and making her feel empty without him. He was still semi-erect and glistening with her juices as he went to the dresser and rummaged through the top drawer. “Now supposing I can’t find the key?”