How to Rope a McCoy (Hell Yeah!) Page 28

  His voice trailed off but Cato could deny him nothing. Covering his hand with her own, she bade him let go, then she swept her tongue from his root to the crest, licking up a dot of pre-cum. Heath ran his hand under her hair. Cato almost stopped—the key was hidden in her hair and for a moment she thought he’d found it. As much as she wanted to be fucked, she wasn’t ready for this particular part of the game to be over with. But instead of locating the tiny ribbon tied in the mass of unruly curls, he wrapped the long strands around his fist and asserted his control. Cato held his cock against her mouth and fluttered her tongue over the small slit. He stood up on tiptoe and she knew he was just about there. Giving him what he’d asked for she engulfed the head of his cock between her lips and sucked hard.

  Heath was totally enthralled. The whole experience was arousing beyond belief. Lust flooded his mind, he could only feel—not think. His chest heaved, his breathing hard and ragged. Cato opened her mouth wider, taking the crown of his cock deeper, swallowing around it. With every dip of her head, she took more of his length in her mouth while his hand twisted and pumped the aching shaft. With apparent hunger, Cato licked and sucked until Heath felt the inevitable rush of climax. “That’s it, God it feels…shit…so good, baby.”

  She was looking up at him, gaze locked with his, her cheeks pink. His baby was turned on from pleasuring him. Deliberately, she took another inch or two of his erection into her mouth. The head of his cock brushed the back of her throat and he detonated. “God, Cato, yes!” He grunted as flames shot through him and his grasp tightened on her hair as cum erupted from his cock into her mouth.

  As the last quaking spasm faded away, Cato turned him loose almost reluctantly and he helped her up. She was a bit unsteady on her feet and there was a look of hunger in her eyes. “Just say the word, give me the key and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

  “Soon.” She teased, even though she was sorely tempted to tear the key from her hair and let him give her relief. But, no—she was having too good of a time playing with him. Cato was storing up memories for when their time was over. “Let me get another card.” Then a thought hit her… “Unless you’re tired of this?”

  “Hell, no.” He beat her to the board and took a card himself. “Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “This is going to be fun.”

  “What does it say?” She tried to take the card from him.

  He held it over her head. “I’m supposed to tit-ilate you.”

  “I sorta like the sound of that,” she murmured. Her nipples were already throbbing imagining Heath’s hands and mouth on her breasts.

  Heath felt like he was ten years younger and a thousand pound weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Being with Cato was liberating. “Take your top off, I want to touch you.”

  Cato stood before him in her cheap red and gold harem outfit and slowly disrobed, removing her bra and the makeshift skirt made from single silk scarves, leaving her in the tiny piece of gold mesh with the heart shaped lock. Heath moved into her space, pressing himself flush up against her. Putting a hand on either side of her waist, he lifted her. She grasped him around the neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. “I didn’t know you could want someone as much as I want you.”

  Placing her hands on his shoulders, Cato rubbed her chest against his while she kissed him. Luxuriously she moved back and forth, her nipples scrubbing over the hard muscles of his pecs while her belly brushed against his cock.

  Backing her up against the wall, Heath braced her and himself. “God, baby, what are you doing to me?” He gasped between kisses.

  The man was built like a linebacker, hard muscles and brawn, so wide his shoulders blocked out the light. Cato was watching him closely, not willing to miss anything he said, “I’m marking you, Sundance.”

  Heath threw back his head and laughed. “It’s been awhile since you called me that, I love it.”

  “Let me show you how near I am.” Taking his hand, she put it on her leg and he almost growled when he felt a trickle of cream running down her thigh.

  “Christ….” he hissed.

  “Now, titillate me.”

  Cupping her ass, he lifted her until her breasts were level with his mouth. “You have the most beautiful tits.” Taking just the tip of her nipple between his teeth, he nipped it and she whimpered. “Like that?” With just the end of his tongue, he flicked the sensitive tip until she wriggled against him. Knowing what she craved, he closed his lips over her nipple but when she pushed against him, demanding, he opened wide and took her whole areola in his mouth, sucking hard.

  “Oh, Heath, that’s it, that’s it—more, more!” Cato grasped his hair and yanked, holding on, her breath hot against his face. She ground her protected pussy against his groin and pushed into him rhythmically.

  Heath kept suckling long, luscious pulls, gently biting, his tongue never still. Her whimpers and mewls were making his cock pulse. Dragging his mouth from one tit to the other, he kissed her and whispered, “That’s it, baby, cum for me, cum for me.” Latching on to the other breast, he gave it the same sweet attention, covering her whole puffy nipple with his mouth and pulling on it over and over until she gasped, froze, then shook like an aspen leaf in his arms. “Bingo.” He chuckled.

  Lying her on the bed where she nestled as limp as a contented kitten, he caught her eye and held out his hand. “Key, Cat?”

  She stretched her glorious body and smiled up at him. “God, you’re good.” Putting one hand behind her neck, she lifted her hair out from under her and spread it on the pillow. “It’s tied on a ribbon in my hair. Can you find it for me?”

  Going to one knee, Heath threaded his fingers through the long dark corkscrew curls, thankful when he found the small blue ribbon. “This is the same color ribbon you had your hair tied back the first time we met.”

  “It’s the same ribbon and you remembered!”

  She was breathing hard, her lips open and plump and all Heath wanted to do was stare at her forever. “Of course I do.” He had the sneaky suspicion he’d remember everything about her for a long, long time.

  Taking the key, he gently put it in the lock and turned. The clasp sprang open and he was able to pull off the small garment. His first instinct and one he obeyed was to bow down and open her up, placing a kiss right on her mound.

  “I want you,” she said unabashedly. “I can’t believe you made me cum just by…”

  “Sucking on your tits? Damn, that was hot. You’re so responsive, baby.” As if he couldn’t keep his hands off of her, Heath soothed his palms around her waist, lifting her up so he could feel her body next to his.

  He rubbed himself against her belly and Cato whimpered. “You’re so hard.” Heath was so long and thick, his cock was as perfect as the rest of the man. Unable to stop herself, Cato pushed against him. “I don’t think I can wait.”

  “You don’t have to. Turn over.” When she hesitated, he assured her, knowing having her back to him with no way to communicate unnerved her. “Don’t worry, I’ll cover you, I won’t leave you alone.” She let him arrange her so she could hold on to the headboard. Heath took long moments to admire the beauty before him. Kneeling behind her he took both hands and ran them over the luscious rise of her hips and up the graceful line of her spine. He knew she couldn’t hear him, so he communicated his desire with a trail of kisses that began on the curve of her ass and ended at the tender nape of her neck.

  Cato shivered. “Don’t make me wait, please. My pussy aches.” She couldn’t deny it. Cato craved him every moment of every day.

  Heath, as he promised, covered her. She was holding herself up on her knees with arms straight out, so he moved over her, barely touching. Kissing the side of her face, she turned her head to meet his lips. “You’re so soft, so sweet.” With both hands, he cupped her tits, loving how they hung down, filling his palms. Every cell of his body was electrified, there seemed to be a live field of energy that danced between his skin and hers as he rubbed his body over her back.<
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  “Mount me, Sundance,” she whimpered.

  Teasing her was so much fun, Heath put off the inevitable for a few more desperate seconds. Taking his cock, he sandwiched it between the lips of her labia and thrust. He wasn’t inside of her, he was rubbing between the folds, bathed in her cream, the head of his cock thrusting against the swollen nubbin of her clitoris. Heaven. Heath spread his legs to steady himself, took her nipples between each thumb and forefinger and milked them. She reacted just like he thought—she went wild, he could barely hold on to her. “Feel good?”

  He spoke into her neck and the only way she knew he had was the whisper of his breath on her skin. “Oh, my God!” Cato began cumming, shaking and moaning.

  Heath felt her honey flow, coating his cock. Desperate to get inside of her, he pulled his pulsing erection back and placed it just inside her tight little hole. Damn! The heat of her sex was almost too much. His whole body tensed as he surged in, then forced his body to remain motionless lest he embarrass himself by exploding too quickly.

  “Heath!” Cato closed her eyes, breathed in and let her body accept him. “You feel so good!”

  He laid his palms on her lovely, curvy ass and rubbed in a circular motion, while he let her adjust to him being deep with her. She was snug, surrounding him, engulfing his cock like she was made with him in mind. Drawing back a hand, he popped her on one butt cheek, loving the way she groaned and pushed back against him. Mercy! She was a decadent sight, on all fours, her back arching. This was where he wanted to be, needed to be.

  Lolling his head back on his shoulders, Heath gave himself over to the pleasure. He undulated his hips pulling out, pushing out, moving in sensual circles within her. Remembering his promise, he bent nearer, kissing her cheek. “Okay, baby?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. Letting his fingers drift to her clit, he massaged the sweet spot, knowing he had to get her there because he wouldn’t last long. This was just too good. Already an electric pulse was tingling along his backbone and his balls were tightening, getting ready to fill her up. Someday maybe he could fuck her for hours, but not today, not when she was so wet and clenched around him so hard.

  Anchoring her to him, he pumped, rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples as he fucked her. In. Out. In. Out. She jerked in his arms and he angled her up so he could find her G-spot. She lifted her arms and clasped him around his neck as he pounded into her relentlessly.

  “I’m cumming!” she cried and he felt her clamp down on him.

  “More, give me more,” he demanded as he pressed down on her clitoris, swirling it with his fingertips. With no more provocation, Cato convulsed and he had to hold her up so she wouldn’t collapse. Her orgasm set his off and he couldn’t stop it. Heath poured himself into her, his semen shooting out in tremendous pulses. Falling forward, he laid his body on top of hers, careful not to weigh her down.

  “Heath, Heath…” she breathed as he kissed her neck.

  Carefully, he turned her over, lying next to her so he could look her in the eye. “Thank you, that was so much more than I ever expected.”

  She cupped his face, afraid to say what she was feeling, so she said what she could. “I’m glad we made a deal. I wouldn’t have missed this time with you for anything.”

  He tucked her against him. “Neither would I. Sleep now, we have to leave early in the morning, I have a million things to do.” He hated to cut their time short, but he was worried.

  Cato knew he was worried, so she didn’t complain. “You can talk to me, you know. I want to help you in any way I can.”

  Kissing her on the temple, he tightened his arms around her to let her know his appreciation. “I know. Just review that thumb drive info, I still hope there’s something there we’ve missed.”

  “I will.” She vowed to get on that as soon as she got home.

  During the night, Cato dreamed. She thought Heath had driven up to her home and knocked on the door. The moment she’d opened it, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He seemed frantic for her, tearing off her clothes and kissing her like he could never get enough of her. In her euphoric state, Cato’s body responded to Heath’s demands. “You belong to me. Mine,” he growled.

  In her dream she could hear him. Every word. His voice caressed her as surely as his hands. She wanted…she needed…Cato clung to him as he teased her into a frenzy.

  “Heath!” she called out.

  Heath awoke, hearing his name. There was no moment when he didn’t know where he was—he was in bed with Cato. He loved sleeping with her, she cuddled, explored his body, generously touching and kissing. Waking with her wrapped around him was like being covered by the sweetest security blanket. But something was wrong. He ran a hand down her arm, reminding her she wasn’t alone. Until she opened her eyes, he couldn’t speak to her, so he kissed her eyelids. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” he whispered.

  Cato was embarrassed. She wasn’t asleep any longer, but she was so turned-on she was vibrating. “Hey.”

  Their eyes met, she watched his lips. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, I just…”

  Heath was touching her. “Are you cold? Hot?” His big hands skated down her body, skimming over her nipples, which were hard as little diamond points. “You’re chilled.”

  “No, I’m not cold.” Involuntarily, she moved against him and Heath’s eyes widened. “I just had a dream. I’m sorry, let me get up. It’s probably time to go.”

  Before she could get out of the bed, he slid a warm hand from her knee to her thigh. Cato groaned. There was no hiding her arousal, she was wet.

  Immediately, he was on fire and hard as hell. “Why didn’t you tell me? You are never to be unsatisfied in my bed.” Moving on top of her he spread her legs, his mouth hovering over hers. “When you need me wake me up, believe me I’ll be more than glad to take care of you.”

  “Do it now.”

  “First, tell me what you were dreaming about.”

  She couldn’t lie. “You.”

  “Fuck,” he whispered, then he kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

  Cato tried to take matters into her own hands. She clasped his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his hips, inviting him to fuck her. But he was in charge and the man believed in doing things right. After devouring her mouth, he moved south, his lips latching onto Cato’s nipple. He began biting and sucking, voraciously, his tongue lashing the tender tip repeatedly.

  “God, I want you. I’ll always want you,” he whispered as he moved back up her body, needing to bury his cock in her pussy. She wouldn’t be aware of his words, but he meant them just the same.

  “Now, now, now,” she pleaded, spreading her thighs wide and bucked against him. Feeling him move, she whimpered with relief when he got into position. His big dick knew right where it wanted to go. Cato bit her lip as he pushed inside, opening her up, showing her he wanted her as much as she did him. “Oh, yes, yes!” She buried her head in his neck. “That’s what I needed.”

  Rising over her, Heath went to work, holding himself up on his arms, hands on either side of her head. “Let me in, Cat. Take it all. Every inch. This pussy is mine and I want it.” His demanding passion took her breath away. This is what she’d always wanted. She was Heath’s focus, his source of pleasure. How would she live without this when he was gone?

  “You feel so good,” Heath said, as he pumped inside of her. She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, memorizing every feature. “I love how you want me.”

  “Always. Forever. Only you.” The truth slipped out.

  He didn’t respond with words, he responded with action. Over and over again he slammed into her, his cock filling her, creating the most delicious friction. Fucking her deep, Heath shuddered, spilling his seed deep inside of her. Cato pressed her face into his chest and went flying. “I love you!” she cried, then froze as she realized what she’d said.

  If he said anything, he didn’t say it to her face. Instead, he pushed deeper i
nside of her body, holding himself perfectly still. Tenderly, he kissed her face, nuzzled her neck. She realized he was gently letting her down—physically and mentally.

  “We need to go,” she said evenly.

  “Yea.” He rose. “Time to get back to the real world.”

  Cato watched him go to the bathroom, naked and powerful. The real world? Cato swallowed. She’d told him she loved him! She’d told him she loved him and he didn’t respond! She didn’t know whether to run and hide or just pretend it never happened. How she wished what they had was real, but it wasn’t—it was as intangible and fleeting as her dreams.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  She pretended it never happened. And he did too.

  Cato rubbed her eyes. Dang, she might need glasses. Staring at this computer screen for hours on end was taxing to her vision and her butt. Standing, she grabbed a sofa pillow and sat back down on it. “Ah, that’s better.” Glancing at the clock on the wall, she saw that it was almost midnight. Cato had been at this since mid-afternoon when she and Heath had driven in from Corpus. Covering her mouth to stifle a yawn, she knew bed was calling, tomorrow was a work day. But she had promised Heath she’d look through these documents and she was determined to do so.

  One more hour, she promised herself. Getting up, she made a quick cup of coffee. As she waited for the K-cup to brew, Cato hugged herself and smiled, remembering what a good time she’d had with Heath. Heat rose in her face as she let her thoughts go to their intimate moments. When he’d brought her home, he’d lingered, sharing kiss after kiss at her front door. She’d invited him in, but he’d declined saying he had family stuff he couldn’t ignore any longer and she understood that—it didn’t mean she wanted him any less.

  Stirring in the sugar and cream, Cato admitted she had it bad for Heath McCoy. They were almost to the halfway point of their scheduled fling time and the idea that their time together was drawing to a close made her heart hurt. Laying her head down on the counter, she groaned. “I told him I loved him!” That was one thing she couldn’t do anymore. She might feel it, she might hope he’d someday love her but the next move would have to come from him.