Cougar Wants [Cougarlicious] (Siren Publishing Classic) (11 page)

Finally Kimber had had enough. It was time to take matters into her own hand
s
and spend some serious qua
l
ity time with her mate. Thursday nights, she had learned, deliveries slowed down after ten o’clock, so she made plans accordingly.

She called Tate’s boss and told him Tate was taking Friday off. The man agreed willingly, telling Kimber that except for rain days, Tate had not taken a day off in three years and that he was getting grumpier by the day. After promising to send him back to work in a much happier mood, she called Mike, the man he worked with on weekends. When she explained that Tate would not be able to work that weekend, Mike agreed that a weekend off was what they both needed.

After clearing his weekend, she spent the rest of the evening preparing for what she hoped w
ould be
a highly erotic yet restful lost weekend with her busy, weary mate.

Flipping through the dresses in her closet, she reached the back without finding an appropriately sexy dress. Then she saw the little black dress she had never worn before. It was short and flirty with spaghetti straps and a deep V-neck. Kimber had always felt it was far too sexy for her to wear when she went out. For seducing her mate
,
it would be perfect.

At ten-thirty that evening, she left the house and drove to Petey’s. Tate’s truck was parked near the door between two other older, beat
-
up cars. As she drove past
,
a young man walked out of the pizza parlor carrying several large pizza boxes. She drove out of the parking lot and began searching for somewhere close
-
by and well hidden where she could have a few minutes of privacy with her mate.

A few blocks away
,
she drove into a heavily wooded park that bordered the river. She drove through until she found a dark spot where she could not see either the river or lights from the road. Parking, she checked her cell phone for the time then called Tate’s cell phone.

“Hey, sugar, what’s up?” he answered.

“I’m about to call in an order which I’d like for you to deliver personally. Call me once you’re in your truck
,
and I’ll tell you where to bring it,” she said in the sexiest voice she could manage.

She heard Tate clear his throat before he said, “Uh-huh.”

“Oh, and you might want to take the rest of the night off, cause I’m not sure you’ll be able to walk after the tip I’m planning to give you.”

“Yeah, okay,” he said before cutting the connection.

Kimber giggled as she scrolled up her call list to the number for Petey’s. After placing her order, she laid her head back and sighed. Excitement and nervousness at what she had just set into motion warred for dominance.

Fifteen minutes later, her phone rang.

“Hello?” she answered, trying not to giggle.

“I have your order, am in my truck, and need directions,” he said, sounding oh so professional.

After giving him directions, she hung up and climbed from the car. She walked around but found teetering on her stiletto heels dangerous. Leaning against her car door, she crossed her arms. This pose pushed her abundant breasts up and together. She smiled as she imagined what Tate would see when he arrived.

Fear shimmered through her as headlights came up the road. They flashed on her for a few seconds before Tate’s truck pulled in and parked.

“That’s quite a dress you’re wearing,” he said, his voice deep and sounding a little jealous as he climbed from the seat. “You going out without me? Or have you already been out without me?”

Kimber smiled at the questions. “Actually
,
you’re the first person to see me in this dress. Do you like it?”

Straightening, she turned a circle, wobbling on her high, high shoes with each step. When she turned to face him again, she saw that he had closed his door and silently approached until he was only an arm’s length away.

“Yes, I like it a lot,” he said before taking another step closer. “What do you have underneath that pretty little dress?”

His hands came up and landed easy on her shoulders. He slid fingers under the straps then slowly drew lines down the front of her chest to where the dress began.

“You can find out in a minute. First
,
we need to talk,” Kimber said, taking a step back.

“We’ll talk later,” he said as he moved forward. “Right now I want to know what’s under this dress.
”

In the next second, she found herself trapped between her car and his long, strong length. She tried to fight her body’s need, but the speech she had been rehearsing for days slid from her mind like a lea
f
down a waterfall.

He leaned closer and purred as he brushed his cheek against hers. He then took her earlobe between his lips and suckled on it.

“Ummm,” Kimber said on a moan, wanting to deny him, but sex overtook her need for conversation.

Tate’s fingers traced designs across her shoulders and up the sides of her neck. H
e
tugged on her ears before his fingers combed through her hair. He cupped the back of her head in his palms, turning her head slightly as he brushed his lips across hers. His tongue then licked at her lower lip. She willingly parted her lips, tilted her head further
,
and kissed him fully.

Her hands slid down his sides to his waist. Grabbing his shirt, she pulled it from his jeans and slipped her hands underneath the knit cotton material. He growled into her mouth as he pressed his erection into her lower belly. Her pussy gushed, her juices dampening her thighs as she began to trace invisible designs over the skin of his back then around his sides to his chest then down to his waistband and beyond.

Kimber could not help but grin when his fingers released her hair and brushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. He sucked a breath when a fingertip brushed over the head of his cock. When she touched him a second time, his cock jerked and grew even longer.

Instead of continuing, she pulled her fingers and quickly opened his jeans. She needed him inside her immediately, if not sooner. Once they were open, she shoved them down his legs until his cock and balls bobbed free. Before she could climb his body and impale herself on his erection, he stepped back, pulling from her grasp.

“Hey, come back here,” she demanded softly. “I wanted to play.”

He ignored her. Leaning forward, he sucked one erect nipple into his mouth while fingers played with her other one. She stopped trying to get away
,
and instead, she arched her back
,
wanting to get more of her breast into his mouth. She wrapped an arm around his neck to maintain her balance as his hands pushed her breasts together.

He took both nipples between his lips and sucked hard on them. She moaned and tightened her grip on him when fire shot across her body from nipples to clit. He continued, suckling hard even after one hand released her breast and slipped to the hem of her dress then up between her legs.

“Oooo, no panties,” he said around her nipples as his fingers traced from her back hole up her centerline to circle her clit. Then he traced his way back down and slid two fingers into her. He latched onto one breast and bit it gently as his fingers began to piston in and out of her pussy.

It only took seconds for Kimber’s orgasm to break, battering at her like ocean waves during a storm. She cried out as she held on tight to her mate. He continued playing with her pussy, settling her slowly while not allowing her to relax completely.

When she opened her eyes and looked at him, all she could say was, “More.”

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” he said with a hungry grin.

She expected him to fuck her right then and there. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of her.

* * * *

The hot anger of jealousy shocked him when he saw his mate wearing the sexy black dress. She was trying to get his attention and tell him something
,
and he thought he knew what it was. Though they slept together each night, she was feeling neglected. She needed more from him tha
n
his rent and a quick hug and kiss in the mornings before he raced off to one job or another.

If his crazy work scheduled continued to come before his mate’s needs
,
he would lose her. And if he lost her, he would certainly either go crazy, or die of the heartbreak.

When she shoved his jeans out of the way and reached for his cock, he almost lost it and shot a mess all over her dress. Instead
,
he stepped away, earning her displeasure until he distracted her with fingers and lips and sent her flying through her first release.

Before she could catch her breath and drive him completely nuts, he knelt before her, lifted her dress up so he could slip his head under it
,
and then began to lap at her juices. He quickly drove her arousal up again, not stopping until she gushed juices on his face with her second orgasm. He stood and picked her up, once again amazed at how well she fit in his arms.

Tate carried her to the back of his truck and set her in the bed on a pile of tarps that he had tossed in there just that afternoon. He pulled up his jeans until he climbed into the back of the truck as well.

“On your hands and knees, sugar. I need to take my mate, kitty style.”

Tate watched as she quickly moved into position, looking like a sexy little kitty. Needing a minute to cool down so he didn’t come the minute he entered her, Tate crawled around her, stroking her back and shoulders
,
working his head toward her head. He combed her hair away from her face and
gave
her a long, deep kiss that had them both panting when he finally moved away. He then pushed her dress down her body, over her hips and down her legs until it reached her knees. She pushed it off and kicked it out of the way. His shirt followed
,
several heartbeats later,
and
then he moved to kneel behind her.

Her body was like a high-powered electric magnet to his, pulling at the head of his cock until he fit it into her opening. Once the head was in, he pressed forward until her hot, wet pussy fully embraced his thick, aching length. Leaning over his mate, he placed his hands next to hers on the tarp. His chest and belly brushed against hers, setting all his nerve endings to tingling.

“I love you, mate,” he whispered in her ear as he began moving back and forth, rocking his cock in and out. “I’m sorry I’ve been putting work ahead of you.”

She made a whining sound as she rocked back and forth. He was moving faster and faster
,
and her movements were slower, so sometimes she moved with him and other times in counterpoint to him. He thought his head was going to explode because of the pressure building in his balls, but he needed just a little more. Straightening, Tate wrapped his hands around her hips and took over her movements.

He guided her hips back as his moved forward, slamming their bodies together with even more power. He chuffed with pleasure when her arms gave out and her shoulders and upper body dropped to the tarp.

“Oooo,” she cried as her pussy muscles massaged up and down his cock as she came again. “I love you, Tate.”

“Oh, mate, I love you, too,” he said as his hips slammed home one last time before he came with a roar.

His cock pulsed so hard that his vision dimmed. Her warm wetness clenched hard around his cock as his semen jetted deep into her pussy. It took several minutes before he was able to move enough to release the tight hold he had on her hips. She didn’t seem to mind, not complaining as he held himself deep inside her cavern.

Once they finally relaxed and could breathe again, he eased from her core with a sad sigh. Sitting back, he worked his jeans back up before settling on his large toolbox. He was happy she did not fight him when he pulled her up onto his lap. Cuddling her close, he began petting her again, unable to keep his hands off her. This time he concentrated on loving and not arousing touches.

When she finally stopped trembling, he pulled her dress back over her head and then asked, “So, what did you want to talk about?”

He waited patiently as she took several deep breaths. Finally, she said softly, “I know earning money and going back to school is important to you, but if I’m your mate, shouldn’t I be more important? You’re still treating me like a roommate
,
and that hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing a hand up and down her back. “I’ve been missing you, too.”

She remained silent for a few minutes
,
and he enjoyed just having her in his arms. Finally she said, “I hope you won’t get mad, but I called your bosses and told them you were taking the next three days off. You’re exhausted
,
and we need some time to figure things out.”

“You did that for me?” Instead of anger that she had stepped in and gone behind his back, Tate felt gratitude fill him.