The Mating Game (7 page)

“Yes, totally, will show you the doctor’s certificate later if you want. Just
please
—”

Quickly, she leaned forward, swallowing as much of him as she could without gagging. The hoarse shout from Dominic spurred her on. Sucking hard, she bobbed her head, taking more of him. Arching her eyebrows, she watched the play of emotions cross his face.

Surprise, pleasure—and then a fierce restraint.

Mary swiped the tip of his cock with her tongue. Reaching her hands up, she began to fondle his balls.

“Oh, shit—” he choked, clasping his hands to the back of her head.

Mary gently rolled his balls with one hand, while stroking the little bit of his shaft she couldn’t swallow with her other. Fisting him, pumping him, she worked him into a wild, reckless frenzy. Quicker and quicker she moved on him, pleased to feel him cant his hips so he thrust deeper into her mouth.

As she worked, the sounds of his moans and that unique slurping sound that only oral sex can produce filled the air. Mary constantly looked up to Dominic’s face, eager to see his pleasure radiating from him, enveloping him as she sucked on him.

She swirled her tongue over his tip, enjoying the salty tang of his pre-cum. As she felt his balls tighten and rise slightly, Mary continued to pump him, wanting to thrust him over the orgasm that sat just out of reach for him.

As Dominic started to cry out, he tightened his hands in her curls. His head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy, he grabbed the back of her head, pulling her even lower down his shaft. His hips pressed forward, desperate to thrust deeper inside her. She smiled and relaxed her throat muscles, as eager to swallow him as he was to be swallowed.

Still gently rolling his balls, she could feel the hardness grow in them until he finally cried out, spewing jet after jet of scalding hot cum down her throat. She easily swallowed the familiar, slightly bitter taste of cum, gently sucking him as his thrusts became less urgent and less deep.

When she had wrung him dry, she licked his tip a few more times, just to tease.

Pulling away from him, she sat back on her haunches and grinned. Still fully clothed, she enjoyed the sight of his masculine beauty, the slight sheen of sweat covering his tanned body.

Feeling a bit like the cat who swallowed the cream, both literally and figuratively, Mary grinned up at her lover. He grinned back at her, a wicked, evil, devil-may-care grin that promised untold passion in the night to come.

“Well, that was a pleasant, surprising appetizer, love. What say I carry you into the bedroom and we can begin the entrée? I do believe it’s my turn to undress and seduce you, now that you have so kindly released the worst of my pressure.”

Mary grinned. It seemed like Dominic was serious about a tit-for-tat system. Now that she had pleasured him, it was his turn to pleasure her.

While she had no worries at all about them both giving and receiving pleasure, she was still determined to ultimately stay in control of tonight’s sexual odyssey. She had no desire to leave tomorrow morning with a broken heart. She was a well-versed, experienced woman. She was sure she could hold her own against this stud muffin of a werewolf.

Chapter Six

Dominic tried not to grin with delight as he helped Mary to her feet. He looked at himself, amused at how his flaccid, totally blown away cock desperately tried to raise its head. Mary had certainly surprised him with her impromptu blowjob.

He had, of course, received more blowjobs than he could possibly count over the years; but something about having Mary kneeling at his feet, in the age-old posture of supplication, sucking away at his meat, got him harder than he had ever been before.

With everything she did, every gesture she performed, his Mary seemed to up the stakes in this delicate dance, this mating game they were playing.

With her musky scent enveloping him, and that tangy smell of her cream mixing with her scent, she drove him wild. It made him feel as free as he did while running in the woods, paying homage to his mistress the moon. It shattered him and blew his mind away.

With the edge off, he could now start his plans, albeit a tad later in this game than he had intended.

Something about this woman drove him nuts, made him forget all his carefully laid plans and throw caution to the wind. While being reckless was nothing precisely new to him, Mary seemed to bring an element of the unknown into every situation with her. She was a conundrum, a wild card. And he loved it.

Life would certainly be more than interesting with her around.

His mouth watered at the thought of how he would stretch her, fit so snugly within her tight passage he could feel their hearts beating in sync with each other. He relished the challenge of her, the questions he would ask, and the new and surprisingly important mating game he would begin tonight.

The way she had taken him within her mouth, had relished sucking him, showed his beleaguered brain that she liked being in control. He could tell she liked calling the shots. He grinned in pure masculine delight. It was always far more fun to dominate someone who enjoyed the feeling of security control gave them.

Not only was it far more of a challenge to dominate a strong-minded female, but the surprising and uninhibited responses one got from these women were far richer and deeper than that of a normal submissive partner.

Smiling wickedly, Dominic resisted the impulse to strip her there in his living room. Gently leading her with his firm grip on her arm, he took her through into his big bedroom.

Shutting the door behind them, he leaned back against it. “Go over to the bed.”

He struggled desperately not to laugh at Mary’s mockingly raised eyebrow. He wondered for a moment if he would need to remind her of their deal—tit-for-tat. He hadn’t questioned anything she did to him, now it was time for her to follow his lead.

He watched Mary quietly; let her look him up and down in his naked state, proving to her how he had followed her lead. With a short nod of her head, she followed his command and walked over to the enormous king-sized bed.

She paused saucily beside its edge, only following his literal command. Obviously she intended to make him work for every inch he could get.

Ah, the challenges she presented.
Let the mating game begin
, his brain mocked. The night stretched before him, taunting him with how much he could share with Mary, with the pleasure they could both get. Never had a woman appealed and challenged him like this one.

He pushed aside the very rampant male part of him that wanted to brand her here and now, mark her as his, and take her in every conceivable way. Dominic halted that train of thought.

One only marked one’s mate…she couldn’t possibly be that woman for him! Forcefully, Dominic cast aside the thoughts, willing himself to wallow in the game as he always had.

“Remove your shirt.”

Slowly, inch-by-inch, she lifted her arms to the hem of the midriff top. Raising the shirt an inch at a time, she teased and taunted him with the exposure of her pale flesh. Dominic licked his lips, his control starting to slip.

Since being a teenager he had recognized his weakness for female flesh. He was a dedicated breasts man—but he loved every inch of every woman he met. Breasts, soft stomachs, thighs—particularly when they were spread for him and he could rest between them—necks and shoulders, backs and always,
always
he was up for a luscious ass. He enjoyed licking, nibbling and simply exploring every inch of a woman’s form.

“The bra…”

Clearing his throat, Dominic hoped he didn’t sound too much like a dying man. Mary grinned, and bent her arms back to unclasp the scrap of black lace some devious salesperson had convinced his Mary passed for a bra.

Even as she unveiled her beautiful, full breasts to his gaze, Dominic inhaled her scent deeply. There was just something about Mary’s musky scent that drove him wild; something about her silky soft hair and pale, satin-soft skin that he couldn’t resist. Deep inside himself, he knew she would be branded into his heart and soul forever.

As Mary teasingly exposed her bountiful breasts, removing the black lace and spilling her creamy mounds into her own small hands, Dominic knew one night simply wouldn’t be enough—for the first time in more years than he cared to think about.

He paid no attention to the cheeky top, nor the black lacy scrap that had fallen crumpled to his floor. Too busy concentrating on the skin he desperately craved like a drug, the scraps of clothes were forgotten the instant they were removed from her luscious body.

“Now the pants.”

Dominic cursed his stupidity as Mary bent down to unbuckle her shoes, to kick them off before removing her black hipsters. The action of her bending down squeezed her breasts even closer together, deepening the already impressive cleavage to his view and swinging enticingly.

Dominic’s cock stood up straight at attention—more than ready for some action.

Buck naked, he knew as soon as Mary righted herself to slip the hipsters over her hips and ass she would see his state. When that knowing, feminine grin came to her face Dominic reminded himself he needed some answers. He had planned to take his time here—to tease her, to taunt her. He had wanted to drive her to a fever pitch, ask her questions about who and why she had helped a petty criminal out of their system.

Yet all he could think about was his hungry cock, about thrusting balls deep into her tight, wet flesh. If he took her here and now, just like his imagination showed him in vivid detail, if he thrust himself into her over and over until they both fell asleep from the exhaustion, he would never find the answers he sought.

So he restrained himself and cursed his unruly cock. Never had he needed to hold himself back. All three of his brothers had teased him, saying he needed more restraint—more control over himself and his urges. Now wouldn’t they laugh to see him eager as a schoolboy, practically spilling his seed on the carpet in his desperation to enter this particular woman?

Taking her own sweet time—obviously knowing exactly the reaction her stripping caused him—after what felt like an age Mary stood up. Clad only in her wispy set of panties she looked like his favorite wet dream. The high cut made him wonder if it were actually a thong.

Shit.
He loved thongs.

“Turn—” He cleared his throat, wishing for a glass of water. “Turn around, show me your back.”

With a saucy grin, showing she knew exactly the predictability of his thoughts, she obligingly turned around, showing him her luscious, perfectly rounded ass. Taunting him even further, just like her animated image from their computer play, she wiggled her ass at him.

Swaying gently from side to side, he felt as if she hypnotized him. When she looked back over her shoulder, her hair a fiery mass of curls, her ass so delightfully rounded, encased in the skimpy black thong, he worried his cock would burst.

Damn. A thong. The Goddess has got to be smiling on me tonight.

Even with the tiny scrap of lace, the thong framed her ass to his view. The teasing bit of material nestled happily between her cheeks, taunting him with how soft and tender her flesh would be, how sweet and hot her ass was. He could imagine sinking his teeth so gently, yet firmly, into that soft flesh. He could smell the tangy musk emanating from her weeping cunt. He felt his mouth water at the thought of lapping up those juices.

Closing his eyes a moment, Dominic mentally brought up his and Samuel’s concerns about the security of their site. She was somehow involved with a hacker. He needed to know about her association with the kid who had made it into their system. Hell, for all he knew it could have been her son! He glanced once more at her hands. No band circled her finger.

Not even the thought of her with another man’s children could deplete his lust for her. His cock couldn’t care less. She was a delicious female with an ass he could happily sink his teeth into, breasts he could barely restrain himself from suckling, and a mane of long red hair he wanted running all over his body.

Reining in his control, swearing someone would pay for the restraint he had to employ to function even at this base level, Dominic attempted to calm himself down.

“Climb on to the bed,” he croaked and wished to hell he could clear his throat without seeming like an eager virgin about to spill his seed for the first time.

Huge grin in place, Mary climbed onto the bed—on all fours. Shit, how could she know that was one of his favorite positions?

Again, mental images danced in front of his eyes. Mary, bound on his bed, up on all fours. Him, naked and hot, behind her, holding her ass in his huge hands. He could see himself thrusting into her over and over until they both collapsed from exhaustion, or had fucked themselves raw. Either way it didn’t matter.

She would be wet, tight. He could smell her musky scent; taste her juices as they covered them both. He would plunge into her over and over and over…

Get a grip!

Dominic blinked and tried to focus. The scarves were under his pillows, the toys were in the large chest of drawers next to the bed. Somehow a scene that, previous to tonight, had slightly repulsed him now had his mouth watering in anticipation, had him hard as a rock and hoping to make it through without losing control.