Jarred was going to come in his pants.He resigned himself to that fact as all the blood drained from the rest of his body.Eagerly, he moved down and wedged his shoulders between Wayla’s spread thighs.
Except that when he leaned down to her pussy, she didn’t release her hold on his hair or move her hands lower to give him space.The next voice from Jarred’s throat was a fucking whimper as he strained against the sting in his scalp trying to reach her.
“What a good pet,” Wayla whispered when he managed to stick his tongue out and lick her neatly trimmed curls.They were short and bluer than her hair.Her scent was intoxicating this close up, and he yanked his own hair as he dove down.
Wayla’s happy moan was music to his ears, and then the pull in his hair turned to push as she held him against her.Her hips undulated gently, rubbing her pussy against his face, and Jarred kissed her outer lips like he would her mouth.
Briefly, he wondered if she would pick up on what he was doing, following her orders, but of course, she did.She was perfect for him.Her fingers stroked over his hair and grabbed his nape.
“How do I taste, pet?”She held him in place, and Jarred purred.
“Fucking delicious, mistress.”
“Mm,” she hummed.“Put that tongue of yours to use and fuck me with it.”
She allowed him to move, and Jarred buried his face even deeper into her pussy.He didn’t need air, he needed to hear her purr and moan and…
“Good pet,” she whispered between soft moans as he pushed his tongue as deep into her channel as he could.A fresh wave of arousal coated his tongue, and he growled, needing more.His cock ached to be inside of her.To feel her internal muscles fluttering all around him.
He wanted to beg her for something, anything, more, but Wayla held him in place and rode his face for so long, he was sure he couldn’t survive it a second more.Just as he was ready to rebel, her hold moved back to his hair.She yanked his face upward and right over her clit.
“Make me come,” she gasped, as out of breath as he was.Jarred didn’t need to be told twice.He licked her with wild abandon.Finesse was beyond him; he just needed her to shatter against his tongue.
She didn’t disappoint.Wayla’s whole body arched, almost dislodging him as she moaned.Loudly.A spike of pride shot through him.There was no way the others in the house didn’t hear that.He wanted them to know what he was doing to her.
He would have kept going, but Wayla moved her leg to his shoulder and pushed him down.The view, combined with the friction of his cock sliding against the floor, was too much for him.His own climax roared through him.He might have roared out loud too.
Wayla was panting, eyes half closed when he crawled up and slumped to the floor next to her.To his surprise, she held out an arm and pulled his head to lie on her chest.He felt a soft kiss graze the top of his head.
“Very good, pet,” she whispered.“I guess, I’ll have to keep you.”
Eventually,theymadetheirway up from the basement, and Jarred fully expected to face some merciless teasing and plenty of comments, but the house was suspiciously empty.There was a note taped on the basement door.
Out for lunch.-Marc
“They all went out for lunch?”Wayla sounded surprised, but not offended.
“Marc probably threatened them to get them out of the house and not give you any hard time.”
“Me?What about you?”
“I doubt his motives had anything to do with giving me a hard time.”
Wayla sighed.“Damn it.He’s being a considerate fake-boyfriend.How am I supposed to fight that?”
Jarred snorted and then quickly schooled his features to something mild.He would have to compare notes with Marc at his earliest convenience.The bastard had wheedled a fake-boyfriend status out of Wayla before she had had time to blink.
“Not funny,” she huffed, reading his amusement easily.
“A little funny.”Jarred grinned.
“Bad pet.”Wayla frowned.
“Aww, come now, precious.Let me get you into a shower and find you some clean clothes.”
“I don’t have anything in here.I should get home and change.”
Panic hit Jarred so hard he almost swallowed his own tongue.Neither he nor his jaguar was ready to let her go, even for a little while.Irrational, maybe, but he wanted to bundle her up and hide her away for a week at least.His brain scrambled for some solution.
