Chapter 5
“Bull crap. They couldn’t have ridden the eagles! I don’t care what anyone thinks. That’s not the point of the story at all. Who comes up with this crap? Plot hole, my whole ass,” I tossed back.
It took me a minute to realize he was just messing with me. I took my fantasy funsies movies very seriously, thank you very much.
“So easy,” Cy teased, blue eyes dancing.
My eyebrows shot up and I shot back, “So are you if you’re willing to take on your brother’s leftovers.
” It was out of my mouth before I’d had a second to think about it.
I’d gotten comfortable, and there my filter went, right out the window.
My hand slapped over my mouth as I gaped at him.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled into my fingers. “I didn’t mean it. ”
Cy leaned over me, getting in my personal space. Tugging my hand away, he stared me down. He didn’t look pissed but he wasn’t exactly happy either. Shit. Now I’ve gone and done it.
Leaning in more, he growled and then let out a huffing chuff that sent his breath tickling across my skin.
Grumbling something I couldn’t make out, he pressed his lips to my forehead.
His hand cupped the back of my head as he began to rub his furry cheek along the spot he’d just place a sweet little kiss.
Pulling back, he glared down at me. “My Pru not leftovers.”
Sitting there, staring up at him, I blinked at him in surprise. That’s what had his panties in a wad? Not that he wore underwear but still. A sputtering noise left me when he continued to stare and glare, holding me captive.
“You’re completely, without a single doubt, absolutely bonkers fucking crazy, you do know that, right?” I couldn’t help but laugh at that madness.
“Good.” With a huffy puffy chuff and a loud grunt, he released me to retake his seat beside me. “We perfect then,” he grumbled as he dragged my legs into his lap and pinned them over powerful, thick, jean clad thighs.
With a pointed look my way, making sure I had a front row seat to his every move, he lifted a hand and let it hover near my sock covered feet.
The snorted laughs sputtering out of me died in my throat. He had that look on his face. “Cy…”
His hand moved close.
“Cypress Rowan Tree.” I was grumbling now, not quite growling at him in warning but pretty close to it.
The dingbat was grinning his fool head off. Thick fingers wiggled threateningly.
“Don’t even think about it,” I warned.
My toes began to curl just thinking about it. The hand pinning my legs tightened.
“What think I do?” His voice was that silky, soft purr, but I knew it for the evil it was.
“I’m not buying that shit for a minute, Clarabelle, and you well know it.” My scowl just made him smile wider.
“Cy do. Cy know it,” he admitted, with zero compunction.
Instead of tickling my feet, like I’d expected, like I absolutely abhorred, he pinched the tip of the material at the toe of my foot and gave it a tug.
He’s clearly just messing with me, dying to get me to take the bait.
“What are ya gonna do, bite them off?” A loud, disbelieving scoff left me. Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms and glanced away.
I’d let him tickle me until I peed on him at this point, the way he set the challenge up. Battle of the wills may very well turn into battle of the wee if he wasn’t careful. It was the principle of the thing!
More tugging to the sock on my foot.
Lips pursing, stiffening up in anticipation of whatever the hell he meant to do next, I kept my gaze firmly on the movie on the TV.
The urge to fidget was nearly my undoing. I refused to break. That’s exactly what he wanted. He was playing with fire messing with my feet like that, and he well knew it.
Was there anything about me he didn’t remember? The guy’s mind was like a steel trap.
“Goot ‘dea,” he rumbled out as I felt my sock slip free.
Lost in my own train of thought, it took a second for his words to register. “What do you- Oh, don’t you dare! I mean it, Cypress Rowan!”
Grabbing my foot, Cy held it up like he was examining it. With a look my way, he brought my foot closer to his mouth.
Eyeing him as he paused, pretending he meant to nibble on my feet, I called his bluff. “You won’t do it.”
“No?”
Shit. The look he was giving me told me he just flippin’ might.
“You my Pru?” he purred. “Who Cy Pru?”
That was a threat if I’d ever heard one.
“You aren’t going to do it,” I muttered, even as unease began to slither through me. My fingers tightened where they were wrapped around me, gripping the material of the Godzilla shirt I was wearing. “You know how I feel about my feet being messed with. You wouldn’t dare.”
“Would I not?” The look on his face said he absolutely would, but he didn’t do a lot of things I thought he would of late.
Then again, he also did a hell of a lot that I never could have imagined.
Glittering blue eyes slid from my foot to me, back and forth, back and forth.
“You won’t,” I decided, rather confidently, perhaps a smidge too cocky.
Cy shrugged, then slowly lowered my foot.
Relief rushed through me and I settled back down.
Everything seemed to just chill out and I settled back into the movie.
Cy’s hand ran up and down my leg, going from my knee to my ankle, just shy of the danger zone.
Thinking the whole thing squashed, I wasn’t ready for it when he rumbled, “Cy do it,” grabbed my foot up, and proceeded to playfully nip and nibble on my foot while I screamed, squealed, and shriek-laughed for him to stop.
When I was all but clawing at the arm of the couch, twisting to get away from him between belly aching fits of laughter, he paused mid torture and met my gaze.
“Who mine?” he put a bit of growl into it.
Being suddenly horny while coming down from a tickle attack high was a jumbled mess.
“Not me!” I growled right back.
Cy dropped my foot with a growl to beat the pitiful one that left me.
He didn’t drop down over me. He prowled closer, his hands going to the waistband of the sweats I was comfy cozy in, to jerk them down just enough he could spread my legs and dive between them.
His tongue was long and thick, one hot, sweeping pass from slit to clit, to bury inside my pussy and growl against my heated flesh.
Thick fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open to him.
“Ohgod- ohgod- ohgod-” I was so close. He was too damn good at that.
My hands were in his hair, fingers curled around thick locks, eager to hold him to me.
A growl filled the air when he pulled back, despite my efforts to redirect him right back where I needed him most.
Licking his lips, my juices covering his mouth and the fuzz surrounding it, he rumbled out in that sexy deep way of his, “Who Cy female?”
My answering growl seemed to satisfy him enough his head dropped down once more and he got back to it.
I was right on the edge again when he eased up.
Pulling back, eyeing me, Cy leaned back against the sofa, legs sprawled out, arms resting along the back. With a rumble rattling his chest that had me shivering, he ran his tongue along his mouth, tasting me on his lips.
With a snarl on my lips, I shoved the sweats off and shot up.
As if a snarling woman glaring at him was nothing new, he smiled my way. It was that annoying, know it all smirk smile he was so fond of. I wanted to smack it right off his face, then suck his tongue clean out of his head while I rode him to completion.
Tearing the shirt I was wearing off over my head, I was on him, attacking the button and zip on his jeans.
Cy kept his hands along the back of the couch, even as I grew frustrated with his jean button and began yanking it this way and that, snarling all the while, until the damn thing finally cooperated.
Cy finally lifted up as I paused, caught my breath, and slowly tugged the zipper down, so I could then yank his jeans off.
Gonna make him wish he’d never messed with me, I thought as his cock popped free and I made to straddle him. Wondering exactly how I thought giving him exactly what he’d goaded me into was giving him what for, all thought fled as I sank down on him.
Cy groaned as I took all of him, every last inch.
“Say you’re my bitch,” I growled out.
Cy’s eyes were just starting to close as I began to move. It was my turn to smirk as crystal clear blue eyes shot open, blinked a few times as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard that right, and met mine.
“You heard me. You want me? Say you’re my bitch.”
Dropping his hands from the back of the couch, he leaned forward, taking one of my nipples into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth, to bathe the tip with his tongue. Taking more of my aching flesh into his mouth, he growled around it, the action turning his tongue into an impromptu vibrator.
“Cy! No! Please!” I cried out as he grabbed my hips and started to lift me up. I was so close. “I’m yours! I’m yours! Fuck me, you fucking furred asshole, I’m yours!” My voice was a soft wail.
“Hi heroo hitch,” he garbled out around a mouth full of tit as he lifted us up, despite my howling protests, to set me down on the couch, turn me so I was facing away from him, to come right up behind me, and come down over me, my back pressed to his front.
When we came together once more, he reached over and laced our fingers together. He was going too slow for me, so I worked his length, moving beneath him.
Cy was content to leisurely stroke inside of me as I worked myself on him harder, and harder, until I was cresting, the tell-tale signs of him just starting to crest peeking.
As if guessing my next move, he pinned me down with a growl that had my channel fluttering around him anew, making it all that much harder to slip free of him and see how he liked being driven to the edge to be left hanging, and drove home hard and deep to grind down into me.
“MINE!” He roared the word above me as he came.
I didn’t need to look to know we’d made a mess. I could feel it as it pooled beneath me.