How to Rope a McCoy (Hell Yeah!) (18 page)

She
wouldn’t have been able to respond if he hadn’t been covering her, his face
close enough so that he could kiss her and he did, not being able to stop
himself. She was so beautiful, so precious, he wanted to merge with her, lose
himself in her arms.

“Yes,”
she moaned. “It feels so good, Heath.” And when he felt her soften beneath him,
open like a fragile flower, Heath mounted her in every sense of the word,
sliding home, pushing deep, thrusting into her over and over again, pounding,
staking his claim. He felt her excitement build, her fingernails dig deeper,
her
legs tighten around him. She bowed her head backward,
exposing her throat, the slick heat of her pussy hugging the entire length of
his dick. When she came, her soft cries and the way her sex fluttered around
him undid Heath. He was lost, his hips
pistoning
,
hammering and pounding. His climax bore down on him like a storm, the explosion
thundering through him with ruthless force.

Cato
cradled him to her, absorbing the shaking and slight jerks of his body as he
came down. If he was saying anything to her, she couldn’t hear him, so she did
the talking, cooing and praising him. “I never knew, I couldn’t even imagine.
Thank you, Heath. Thank you.”

Heath
rolled to one side, taking her with him until she was sprawled across his body.
When their eyes met, she smiled and Heath felt like a damn prince who’d just
been given the keys to the kingdom. “You came to me when I needed you the
most,” he spoke with wonder in his voice.

Cato
didn’t know what she’d expected—not this. Her fantasies of what being with a
man would be like had just been obliterated and surpassed. She had envisioned
hearts and flowers, good sex, but not earth-shattering sex with a man who was
utterly masculine and completely untamable. Yet, she would have had it and him
no other way. Cato knew she was going to have to be extremely cautious with her
heart.

Falling
in love with Heath McCoy would be the easiest thing she’d ever done.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cato
opened her eyes. She felt so good. Rubbing her face, she tried to wake up. The
bed was almost too delicious to leave. Lying on her side, she stretched and
realized she wasn’t alone. This morning she was cradled in a pair of strong
arms that tightened around her in two short gentle jerks, making her giggle.

Heath.

Wiggling,
she tried to turn over so she could communicate with him. “Hey, good morning.”

Heath
sat up, cross-legged in bed, looking sexier than any man had the right to
be—wide shoulders, biceps she couldn’t even begin to reach around and a chest
which she hadn’t explored near enough. He smiled at her and made the good
morning sign, a salute.

“You
are signing to me!” It thrilled her that he would try.

Then
he made the sad sign, fingers spread wide, hands to the eyes and down with a
hang-dog expression.

“Why
are you sad?”

Taking
his hand, he put a finger to his lips, then made a loop back to his mouth.

“You’re
lonely? For who?”

He
pointed at her.

“But,
I’m here.”

He
nodded, placing his palms together to the side of his face and closing his
eyes.

“Oh,
I was asleep. You should have woken me up earlier.”

Putting
his fingers to his mouth, he brought them down twice, quickly.

“Oh,
you are saying you’re sweet.” She laughed. “I agree.”

With
a smirk, he made two fists and rubbed on top of the other.

“Wash?”
He raised his eyebrows. “You want to take a shower.”

He
pointed at her.

“With
me?”

Then
they both made the sex sign again at the same time. “Yay!” She jumped up. Was
there any better way to start the day?

They
raced to the shower like children, naked as the day they were born. Cato seemed
to have left her inhibitions behind.

“Yesterday,
I had to leave the room so I wouldn’t take your virginity in the shower,” Heath
told her once he’d caught up and turned on the tap to get it the right
temperature.

A
wave of tenderness swept over Cato. Pressing her body to his, she gently kissed
his cheek. “My first time was perfect. Thank you. I am the most fortunate of
women.” She moved her hands up his arms, loving the play of muscles beneath her
fingertips. “Can I touch you like I want to?”

Words
stuck in Heath’s throat. No woman had ever asked permission before. He’d always
be the initiator. Even Amy, as much as he adored her, had never been aggressive
in bed. “Make yourself at home.”

Cato
smiled seductively. “You have a beautiful body and I want to get to know
it—intimately.” She hoped she was purring or at least sounded sexy, because
God, \she felt sexy. With mouth and hands, she began to touch Heath. Kissing
and licking his chest, she rubbed against him, even taking one of his nipples
in her mouth to suck. His response was to grip her hair, weaving his fingers in
the strands. “You’re so sexy,” she said, noticing that his body was covered
with tiny chill bumps. “Cold?”

Pulling
her head back, he kissed her hard. “No, I’m not cold. I’m turned-on.”

“Yea,
I gathered.”

Cato
groaned and leaned her head against him. “You don’t know how good that feels.”
She allowed her hand to move down to touch his cock. The thick, engorged dick
was bobbing enticingly between them. “I want to make you feel good too. Can I?”

She
looked up, expecting a response. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he was gazing
at her with a look of reverent awe. “God, baby. That’s one thing you don’t ever
have to ask a man, especially me. You can do anything you want with me. Anytime
you’d do something like that for me, I’d be your slave.”

He
was so abjectly sincere that she would have done anything for him at that
moment. “Come on, slave, I’m ready to put into practice what I’ve learned from
those skin-e-max late-night shows.”

By
the time they opened the wide glass doors to enter the grotto type interior,
Heath was hugely aroused and throbbing with need.

Steam
rose and cloaked them in a sensual haze. Cato couldn’t believe she was here
with Heath. It was like a dream. He was so much more than she’d ever hoped for,
a genuinely good man, with an incredible body. Warm water rained down on them
while Cato indulged her fondest fantasies, slick, soapy hands rubbing and
sliding over heated, hungry skin. “I love to touch you,” she confessed as she
traced the perfect ridges of abs and the
lickable
curve of his
pecs
first with her fingers and next
with her tongue.

“Fuck…”
Heath sighed, dazed by the unbelievable turn of events. Here he was with a
generous, curvaceous goddess who acted like she was starving for him. “I don’t
know what to think about you, sugar,” he murmured, even though he knew she
wasn’t looking. Her mouth was otherwise occupied. This might be the biggest
mistake of his life but right now, he didn’t care. His body was aching for what
she seemed more than willing to give him. 

“Thanks
for giving us a chance.” She stood on tiptoe and covered his face with tiny
kisses.

He
turned his head and intercepted her lips, his hands palming her tits which
thrust out at him like lush, ripe fruit. Seizing her delicate hand, he pulled
it down to touch his throbbing erection. “I need you.”

Sinking
to her knees, she took him in both hands. “I hope I do this right.” There was a
pearly drop of moisture right on the tip and Cato bent over to kiss it off. The
only indication she had of his pleasure was a tightening grip on her hair.
Feeling confident, she began to caress him with bold strokes which made his
hips buck toward her.

Lifting
her eyes, she sought his gaze, needing to know he wanted this as much as she
did. The look on his face said it all—he was at her mercy and she was feeling
very benevolent.

Heath’s
blood thundered through his veins as he felt her warm breath against his dick,
a teasing caress which made him strain toward her, begging for more. She had no
idea how much he wanted her. Honestly she’d been all he’d thought about since
their eyes had met at Isaac’s wedding. And now here they were, and the moment
she put her lips on him, Heath knew this was different. She might not be
experienced, but she wanted him.
Him
. This was no put on, this
was no show. And when she drew him into her mouth, he groaned. God, the girl
was
gonna
kill him. Slowly, luxuriously, Cato bathed
him with her tongue, darting and swirling, around and around. He felt his balls
tighten as she sucked. Her mouth was deliciously tender, a soft wet haven that
he never wanted to leave.

Whatever
hesitancy she had felt, it was gone. Heath believed Cato was enjoying this.
Clasping his hips, she drew him toward her, taking him deeper down her throat.
The other hand found his balls and she rubbed them, rolling them between her
fingers. “Good?” she asked as she stopped for air.

“Perfect,”
was all he could
say.
He’d make a speech later.

She
rewarded him with a smile, then went back to licking his cock, up and down from
top to bottom, over the head and around until he was pulsing with need. When he
could stand it no more, Heath took control. Tilting her chin, he had her to
look up. “Suck me, baby.” She nodded her head and let her lips glide over the head,
using her hand to stroke him as she suckled, lapping at the underside with her
tongue.

“Yea,
that’s it.” This wasn’t his first blowjob and it wasn’t the one given with the
most expertise—it was different. Looking back down, he realized what he was enjoying
with Cato was intimate and personal, a gift. Sliding his fingers in her long
dark hair, he lifted it up from the sides of her face so he could watch. Was
there any more beautiful sight? Heath threw back his head and just felt. Her
hot little mouth loved on him, sucking and pulling, tasting and tonguing like
she was consuming something she was ravenous for. Heath strained and stood on
tiptoe, trying to hold on for a few more moments of ecstasy before he exploded.

“
Ummm
,” she hummed around his cock and his need to cum rose
to desperate heights. He couldn’t contain it any longer. The hot, tight suction
of her mouth swept away the remnants of his control and he was lost, thrusting,
pulsing,
emptying
himself. Too late he realized he
hadn’t given her an option, but she didn’t seem to be complaining. Cato had
accepted him and everything he had to give. Now, she had released him from her
lips and was nuzzling his thigh, leaving trails of kisses.

 
Going to his knees with her, he pulled Cato into his arms.

“Did
I do okay?” she asked. “Did you like it?”

“There’s
nothing about you I don’t like,” he whispered for his ears only, then he kissed
her. “Thank you. You are amazing.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and
held on, the water still cascading over them both. Grasping her around the
waist, he stood up and pushed open the door, stepping out of the shower. “Let’s
get you dried off.” Taking a beige fluffy towel, he dried her, patting every
luscious inch of her bare body.

Cato
was shivering. Giving Heath head had aroused her and there was no way he could
miss it. Her nipples were swollen and she was sure the droplets running down
her thighs weren’t just water. “We’ll have to wait for another time to have
sexual intercourse. Won’t we?”

Heath
chuckled in amusement. “I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.”
Even as he laughed, he studied her beauty. What was it about her? She was a
little thing, barely coming to his shoulder with a stunning wealth of curly
long hair which hung to her round,
slappable
ass.

Cato
bit her lower lip and wiggled, unable to be still. She crossed her arms over
her breasts and blushed. Before, she’d felt self-confident and sexy, now she
just felt naked in front of someone who was all-male and bigger than life. “I’m
sorry. I’ve been told I need a filter and a muffler.”

Knowing
there was an underlying hurt in her words, Heath wasted no time making his
meaning clear. “I wasn’t complaining, shortcake.” He pried her arm from
covering her tits. “Don’t hide from me.” He slid a hand under her hair and
clasped her nape. “I’ve watched you nibble on that mouth long enough, it’s my
turn.”  Bending, he took her lower lip between his teeth and sucked,
biting it gently, then licking any sting away. When she groaned, he welcomed
it, sharing the very air they breathed. “Now, what was that you wanted from me?
Sexual intercourse, I believe? Copulation?”
            “Yes,
coitus, carnal relations.” She dragged out the words, teasing. He gave her such
confidence. Cato had never felt so free. “Will you be up for it?”

“Judge
for yourself, sweetheart.” He looked down and she followed his gaze to see that
he was hot, hard and ready, hugely aroused. Cato felt her sex contract with
need, as if lamenting the fact it wasn’t filled.

Splaying
her hands across his broad chest, Cato placed tiny kisses across its wide
expanse. All the while, she was pushing him gently backward. When he began to
move, she reached down between them and grasped his shaft, pumping it, long
strokes from base to tip.

“Careful…”

“Why?”
He was long and hot, smooth as velvet but hard as steel. “I love to touch you.”
She wrinkled her nose. “It makes me horny.”

“Ha!”
He held her wrist, not moving her hand, but keeping her from pumping him till
he exploded. “You excite me beyond what I can bear. I’ll lose control and take
you harder than I should.” His other hand caressed her cheek. “You’re probably
sore.”

“What
if I want you wild and uncontrollable?” Looking over his shoulder, she could
see into his closet. There were a number of silk ties hanging on a rack. Heath
didn’t seem like the type to wear then, so he probably wouldn’t mind if she
used them for something else.

When
she slid her other soft hand down to cup his balls, he growled. “You’re
gonna
kill me, aren’t you?”

She
smirked at him. “No, I want you very much alive. At least for the next four
weeks.” She pointed, giving him directions. “Lie down and spread eagle.”
Walking to his closet, she selected four ties.  

Somehow
hearing the time limit coming from her lips didn’t sit well with him. He chose
to ignore it and spar with her instead. It was much more fun. “Bondage,
mistress?”

She
smiled seductively. “There’s more than one way to rope a McCoy.”

“Ha!
Very funny!” he grumbled, but followed her directions anyway. Heath situated
himself in the middle of the bed while she tied his hands to the headboard,
fairly securely for a girl. Next she moved to his feet, turning her back to him
and leaning over, giving him a mouth-watering view of her round, tender bottom.
Heath could have broken loose if he wanted to, but he didn’t. He couldn’t wait
to see what Cato would do next.

“You
okay?” she asked, checking to make sure his bonds weren’t too tight. “I’ve
never done this before, obviously.”

“Couldn’t
prove it by me.” He watched her hungrily as she crawled toward him, those
luscious tits dangling down like ripe melons. “I’ll give you ten thousand
dollars if you’ll hang those babies in my face and let me suck.”

“Don’t
want your money, I want you.”

Heath
wanted to take her words and analyze them, consider what they meant in the
grand scheme of things. They were important, he knew that much. But when she
did as he asked, putting a hand on either side of his face and offering him her
tits, Heath was distracted. Opening his mouth, he surged up, latching on the
tender tip of one breast, taking the whole areola in his mouth.