Muzzling the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 4 (6 page)

His knees popped as he struggled to his feet and a sudden wave of dizziness made him sway.

Already standing, Constance reached out. “You all right?”

After a fifteen-minute nap, he’d be great, but wasn’t about to admit it. “No. You’re still not on the bed.”

She raised her hands in surrender, padded toward it and turned and grabbed the cuffs from where he’d dropped them. “Might need these.”

Hell yeah.

Tapping them against her sleek thigh, she moved toward the mattress, ass bouncing merrily, her skin a heavenly expanse of flawless black, dewy with youth. His poor cock stiffened a bit, trying to raise its head to point in her direction as if to say, “Follow her, fool.” Gabe tried, until his first step reminded him of his pants and boxers bunched around his ankles. He windmilled his arms, righting himself just as she rested one knee on the mattress and looked over.

His balls perked up as if she’d been sucking them. What a sight she created, her hair dangling past her shoulders, lustrous as hell, one tress dipping over her eye, giving her the look of a femme fatale. Her nipples were dusky as he’d imagined, boobs ripe and weighty, ass plush. Simply perfect.

Without thinking, he took another step in his clothes and wavered.

Constance lowered her face but didn’t completely hide her smile. “You coming?”

Bad girl.
Making light of him.

Gabe toed off his shoes as fast as he could, ditched his pants, boxers, and socks. Carefully, he placed his holstered gun on the dresser well away from them. He was about to toss his tie aside but thought better of it and pitched it toward the bed.

It dropped on her ankle. She arched one slender eyebrow.

Liking her sass, he pulled off his shirt, not bothering to undo the cuffs. The buttons flew across the room, one of them hitting the chair.

Must have convinced her how serious he was, because she sank to the mattress, back arched, legs parted, showing him all of her goodies. Soft folds, puffy and slick with desire.

Damn.
His fatigue of a few minutes ago was ancient history, his rod stiffening, though not as quickly or fully as Gabe would have liked. Stalling, he left the room.

“Hey,” she called out immediately. “Where are you going?”

“Be right there. Don’t move.”

When he returned, she stared at the gooseneck lamps he brought inside and glanced at the bedroom ones already shining brightly.

Not enough for him. After setting up the others, Gabe positioned both so they’d shine directly on her, hiding nothing.

Constance shielded her eyes with her hand. “Planning on grilling me, Detective?”

He fought a smile. “You have no idea.”

“Why don’t you show me?”

After swiping his tie from the base of the bed, he crawled across the mattress to her. Before he got too close, she planted her foot on his groin, rubbing her toes over his cock. A shocking amount of pleasure coursed through Gabe, making him tremble.

“Gonna tie me up?” she cooed.

“Have to. You’ve been bad.”

Good soldier that she was, Constance thrust out her hands, offering her wrists. A wave of tenderness and something else Gabe couldn’t quite identify raced through him, making him want to hold and love her until the end of next year. Controlling himself, he wrapped his tie around her wrists and eased her down so he could secure them to the headboard.

She tried to lick his cock swaying above her mouth.

“Uh-uh,” he said, moving away. “Been there, done that.”

“You only do things once and never again?”

With her, he’d be repeating himself for a very long time. “Let’s see.”

She pushed out her bottom lip. “That’s no answer.”

“How’s this?”

A soft moan poured from Constance as he latched on to her nipple, pulling it into his mouth. Her skin tasted as rich as it looked, with a faint trace of salt. He suckled harder.

The headboard suddenly rattled as she tugged at her bonds, no doubt trying to get free so she could touch him.

Not until he allowed it.

Gabe unfolded his length over hers and tended to her nipple, making the long tip even harder with each sweep of his tongue. She arched her back, indicating she wanted more. He gave it, sliding his hand down her sweet belly to her furry mound.
God.
Her curls were a delight, her cleft un-fucking-believable, damp as hell, the folds even plumper than before.

She gasped when he stroked her clit, the tiny nub erect as could be.

Abandoning it for the moment, he traced the length of her slit as he gave the rest of his attention to her other boob, suckling her nipple gently and then hard and then softly again, gauging what she enjoyed best.

The noises Constance made and the way she struggled to push closer to him told Gabe she liked it all. What greater gift could a woman give to a man? Pleased, he indulged in his basest desires, his mouth using her nipple, fingers tugging the delicate curls between her legs before he returned to her clit. This time, he stroked fast and hard.

Moaning loudly, she lifted her hips, offering him greater access.

Gabe took it, scooting down so he could bury his face in her pussy. His ears buzzed at the astonishing softness of her skin and the scent of her musk, vibrant and thrilling, the same as her.

He worked two fingers into her hot, tight sheath, confining her for his use.

She parted her legs even more.

Delighted, he tongued the length of her folds and took her clit between his teeth and licked it relentlessly.

Her cries of satisfaction filled the room, adult music to stir the soul. She pressed her thighs against his head as if she wanted to imprison him too or needed him to stop for a moment so she could catch her breath. Gabe wasn’t certain which and didn’t let it distract him.

With dogged determination, he licked, halting only when she sounded too near to climax, his deliberate pause letting it drift away.

“No,” she whined. “Don’t stop.”

He did repeatedly, after a few teasing strokes, driving her wild until she was moist with perspiration, her fragrance richer, headier, scenting the bed and him.

It was time.

Gabe swept his tongue over her clit without interruption, even when she tensed her legs against him and cried out loudly, announcing her peak. He gave her no rest, continuing to arouse until she was gasping through her wails of delight.

Before she floated down from the most intense sensations, he eased away and grabbed a condom, putting the sucker on faster than he ever had. Once sheathed, he crawled back to her.

Constance’s lids were heavy, face flushed, lips parted.

After brushing his mouth over hers, Gabe positioned himself between her legs. “Ready?”

“God, yeah.”

The best words ever. Smiling, he bathed the tip of his cock in her pussy, drenched with her desire, and drove himself deeply inside.

Chapter Six

Filled, Constance reveled in Gabe’s size, the heat and raw sexuality radiating from his body. She’d always liked big men, and he didn’t disappoint, his cock stretching her channel, demanding it accommodate him.

A choice she gladly made. “Untie me.”

His head remained down, shoulders lifted to his ears as he shuddered, his enjoyment obvious. “What?”

“Take. This. Off.” She yanked so forcefully against the tie, her hands snapped back, knuckles smacking into the slats. Her whimper turned into a plaintive moan.

Gabe covered her hands with his. “Hey, you all right?”

Of course she wasn’t. Her fingers hurt like a sonofabitch and she couldn’t get loose. “I have to touch you, dammit. Untie this fucking—”

“Easy. I’m doing it. You tugged so hard, the knot’s really tight.”

As he struggled with the damn thing, perspiration dripped from his chest to her boob. Constance strained to lift her head so she could lick him dry.

All she got for her efforts was a pulled neck muscle.
Arrgh.
With her teeth clenched to the pain, she moaned.

“I’m hurrying,” he said, clawing and pulling on the knot.

At last it loosened, and the tie fell away from her. Constance cupped his beautiful face in her hands and captured his mouth, driving her tongue as deeply inside as he burrowed his cock into her cunt. She couldn’t stop kissing him. She was wrapped up in too much pleasure, until she had to take a breath.

Gabe’s eyes were glassy, his cock flexing within her sheath.

“Go on,” she said. “Pump away.”

He blinked, seemingly trying to focus. “You’re sure?”

“Do whatever you want.”

His chin hit his chest. Once he’d managed a strained breath, he regarded her. His irises were silvery in all the light, his expression pure male, filled with hard need. “Ready?”

“Absolutely.”

Gabe grinned and got down to business, though he didn’t rush. His cock’s slow slide in and out of her pussy intensified the friction between them far more than if he’d pounded away. Her cunt grew increasingly congested, tightening around his shaft. It responded, becoming harder, thicker too, until Constance was certain her channel couldn’t contain much more of him. Wonderfully confined, completely vulnerable, she squeezed her inner muscles around his rod.

He trembled, proving her effect on him. Constance gave him a smug smile. Gabe’s was equally conceited as he pushed his hand between their bodies and stroked her clit.

Ah.
She stiffened from the rush of sensations barreling through her, her body a slave to desire.

Gabe murmured, “Now who’s boss?”

They both were, giving their all to bring each other mutual pleasure. Constance gripped his biceps and pulled her legs back farther so he could sink his rod more deeply within her. Gabe did, his balls tapping her ass as their bodies and curls touched.

On a pleased grin, he eased back once more and then thrust inside, a bit faster this time, harder too, using her body expertly. Before long, Constance wasn’t certain where she ended and he began, they were so attuned to each other’s rhythm. The bed frame groaned with his ardent thrusts. Her breasts shimmied.

As her climax whispered closer, she dug her fingers into his arms, needing him as an anchor against inconceivable desire. Lust became her world. Release her goal.

Gabe suddenly slowed, spacing each of his pumps, delaying pleasure.

No!

The promise of orgasm drifted away. Just as it seemed gone forever, he rubbed her clit faster, harder.

Caught off guard, Constance tensed but was unable to stop the staggering pleasure coiling within, building to an unimaginable level before finally shattering. She howled, not caring who heard, too drunk with arousal to stop.

Wave after wave of delight kept rolling over her as Gabe continued to work his magic while she surrendered, not having his endurance or willpower.

Gabe blinked sweat out of his eyes and ran the penal code through his head so he wouldn’t succumb to his body’s intense needs as Constance had done with hers.

Poor baby was limp as a noodle beneath him, the same way he’d be once he blasted off.

Not for a very long time.

He was going to draw this out and give her the ride of her life, even if it shaved several years from his. Who needed to live until ninety anyway?

His heart kept slamming into his throat and chest, his neck aching from having clenched his jaw so tightly. Each time his boys slapped against her, a flood of pleasure and pain coursed through him, warning he wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.

Like hell.

With his cock still snugly inside her sheath, Gabe pushed to his knees and hauled Constance’s legs over his shoulders. She blinked wildly and gave him a feral grin. “Where’d you learn to do this?”

“Police academy.”

“Nice.”

“Let’s see.”

She giggled until he resumed stroking her clit and pumping his rod into her cunt. Constance clawed air, as though needing to hold on to something, and finally settled on her silky mane, grabbing fistfuls of it.

As she tugged the tresses, he used her intimately and well, driving his shaft inside, brushing his fingers against her nub. Enough to tempt but not to send her back over the edge.

Clearly not liking where this was going, she brought her hand to her clit. Gabe pushed it away. “Keep misbehaving and I’ll cuff you to the bed.”

“Promises, promises.”

He threw back his head and laughed, really enjoying this. Truly liking her. She was so different from every other woman he’d met. Feminine as hell, but easy to be with, like one of the guys. A treasure Gabe had no intention of disappointing.

With a shitload of will, he glided in and out of her, watching her pussy swallow his cock and release it, his shaft damp and glistening from her juices. Damn. He should have set up his smartphone to record this. For their next time, he’d buy video equipment, top of the line to capture every—

God, God, God.
She was at it again, squeezing her pussy around his rod, trying to force him to pick up his pace.
Hell, no.
Gabe was going to show her who was boss in his bed and give her—

“Holy hell,” he cried. She’d worked her hand around her leg and was stroking his boys, sending a deluge of feelings through every part of him. “No, stop.” He pushed her fingers away.

Constance brought them right back, cupping his balls this time. “How about we both win at this.”

Her suggestion was too tempting to dismiss, his body needy of release. Gritting his teeth, he nodded and went at her pussy and clit before she could go at his sac.

It took her a moment to recover and catch up. When she did, Gabe was already at the edge of climax, unable to hold off. His orgasm crashed into him with the force of a semi falling from a hundred-story building. Nerve endings fired, making him feel as if he were having an out-of-body experience. He hit the crest, hovered for a moment in sexual nirvana and then began the slow descent.

Constance was still moaning from her climax.

With less grace than he would have liked, Gabe pulled Constance’s legs off his shoulders and collapsed on top of her, their chests bumping as they labored to breathe.

Rather than complain, she welcomed him within her sluggish embrace.

A feeling of intense well-being descended upon him even before Gabe was able to capture enough air. He figured this was what it was like to die. Discomfort mingled with extraordinary pleasure.

Already wanting more, he kissed Constance’s throat, cheeks, eyebrows, and mouth. Their tongues waltzed for a long time despite his fatigue and hers. Fighting it all the way, Gabe finally let his cock slip from her cunt. After propping himself against the headboard, he gathered Constance in his arms.

She suckled his throat, her tongue tickling him. On a tired laugh, he smacked her ass playfully. “Stop it.”

“No. I like something in my mouth at all times.”

How had he gotten so lucky to find her? “How about this?” Gabe leaned over and grabbed the bag of beignets.

She moaned blissfully. “I forgot about dessert.”

“No, you didn’t.” He held the bag out of her reach. “We just had it. This is merely sugar and carbs to replace the fuel we burned.”

“Did the server include the chocolate sauce?”

Gabe rubbed his eyes until he could focus again and took a peek. “Yep.”

“Gimme, please.”

“In a sec. First, this.” He positioned her against the headboard, legs spread beautifully.

She regarded him. “You want to make certain I eat while I’m sitting up?”

“Among other things. Don’t move.”

To make certain she didn’t start without him while he was gone, Gabe brought the bag into the bathroom, ditched the condom, washed off quickly and returned. “You moved.”

“Only my chest. I’m breathing.”

And doing a fine job of it, each slow intake of air making her boobs wiggle.

After climbing back on the bed, he pulled the pastries out of the bag and lined them up on her belly. Once he’d taken out the plastic container of chocolate sauce, Gabe upended the bag, sprinkling the beignets and her curls with powdered sugar.

She made an appreciative sound. “Pretty.”

“There’s more.” He opened the sauce, ran it around her nipples—loving how they constricted at his touch—then leaned back. “Now we’re ready to eat.”

“Not so fast.” She pushed his face away from her boob. With the chocolate sauce in one hand and his cock in the other, she dipped his crown into the container. “Now we’re ready.”

Hmm. Another standoff, with both of them winning. “Whatever you say.”

Constance licked him clean while he moaned gratefully. Straightening at last, she smiled. “Are you always this easy?”

“Only with you.” He tongued one of her nipples clean and lapped powdered sugar from her curls. “You should see me with my perps.”

She stiffened slightly. When Gabe looked up, she gave him a smile, though not before he saw a flicker of uncertainty and possibly heartache. Again, he considered what might be going on at her office, with Constance involved in it because of group loyalty or friendship. “You all right?”

“Hungry.” She took a huge bite of one of the pastries, no doubt so she wouldn’t have to answer any personal questions.

They ate in silence, finishing the treats, brushing crumbs from the bed and themselves. Gabe had wanted to suggest they eat the stuff off each other but sensed Constance wasn’t in the mood for it any longer.

Gathering her in his arms, he murmured, “Let’s take a nap. I don’t know about you, but I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“Being fifty isn’t so bad.”

He lifted his head and stared at her. She smiled wickedly. “Sorry. Forty-five?”

Again, he slapped her ass playfully and, on a whim, turned her over and paddled her.

She squealed, laughed, and squealed again. “Stop.”

Gabe’s hand stilled in midair. “Seriously?”

Constance buried her face in the sheets. “No.” She lifted her ass, offering it to him.

He spanked and tickled her until she couldn’t pull in enough air to make any sound.

Happy, he pulled her to him and rested against the headboard again. “Just so you know, I’m thirty-two. I’d ask your age, but I know with women it’s a sacred number, like their weight, never to be divulged to anyone even on threat of death, imprisonment, or—”

“I just turned thirty and I weigh one-thirty-eight.” She paused and shrugged. “Probably one thirty-nine after the beignets.”

He hugged her close, loving every one of her curves. “Well worth it, along with the breakfast we’re going to have. Right now though, we both need to rest.”

Before she could protest his plan, Gabe kissed and held her to him as he slipped effortlessly into a dreamless sleep.

Given her worry, Constance didn’t expect to conk out, but she did. When she awakened, she dressed Gabe’s rod in a new rubber, straddled his body, and ran the tip of his sheathed cock against her cunt.

He rose to the occasion—literally and quickly—driving into her pussy with the expertise of a man who knew exactly what to do with a woman.

Precisely what she didn’t need, since she was falling too fast and hard. Did it stop her? Hell, no. After riding him for minutes and hoping it would never end, she came and so did he, both thrashing, gasping, grinning like fools. The second he regained his strength, he took her from behind. Once he peeled off the condom and washed, Gabe turned out the lamps. Neither of them spoke. It wasn’t necessary. There was comfort in their silence. The next thing Constance knew, she’d fallen back asleep, until this moment.

She curled her upper lip at the light bleeding past the blinds.

Gabe rolled toward her, his mouth on her ear. “What’s the matter?”

How did he know her mood, and so easily too? Were they already entwined emotionally as well as physically?

Constance called herself a fool for thinking so. She was stiff as a corpse, and he’d probably noticed, being a cop and all. He also had those troubling memories she had to get rid of as soon as she planted the fake ones. By this time next week, his moments with her would be well over, with him no worse for the wear.

Go on. Do it now. Quit putting this off.
She turned to him, lifting her hand to touch his scalp.

Smiling, Gabe caught her wrist and kissed the inside of it.

Her breath poured out on a helpless sigh.

“You sound hungry.” He rubbed the curls between her legs.

He had no idea the extent of her hunger. Constance would like to devour him for years on end. “Don’t you have to go to work today?”

“In a couple of hours. What time can I come by your office this afternoon…if Becca allows it?”

He knew she’d have to say yes or have the priest hounding them forever with other cops, possibly the FBI, if Constance didn’t take care of the situation now.
Do it, do it, do it!

Just as she was about to touch his head to screw with his memories, Constance couldn’t move her hand any farther, powerless against what was happening between them, reluctant to fuck it up with more lies. Not that she had much of a choice. Torn, confused, and scared, she rested her fingers on his chest and finally answered him. “Four? Five?”