Jungle Cat Fever Ch 04

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"I always do the cooking," Ebony said with mock-sullenness, her sexy mouth puckered sweetly into a childish pout. Her eyes strayed to latch hungrily onto Saber's perfectly sculpted ass cheeks. He was wearing nothing but her red apron. She rubbed her thighs together at every clench of sinew, his muscles rippling at his every slight movement, his shoulders, his arms, his legs. A fine specimen of a male. She added more sugar to her coffee so her hands wouldn't stray down to between her aching thighs.

"Women on vacation shouldn't lift a finger," Saber grinned over his shoulder. "Your friends are right: you're a workaholic." He pushed the spatula against the eggs in the frying pan filling the air with hisses from the sizzle. "Scrambled eggs?"

"I'd love some," Ebony smiled brightly, her lips were still kiss-swollen from last night and this morning so a bit tender. Saber turned around with a frying pan piled high with fluffy golden eggs. Ebony had gotten out a bowl of freshly cut strawberries and placed a few on her plate just before he placed some eggs there. She licked her lips tasting the cream and sugar that tempered the bitterness of the coffee and Saber's groin flushed with heat and twitched. Damn it, if he didn't fuck her on the kitchen table it would be too soon.

She was wearing a rose colored cotton robe, soft fibers rubbing sensually against her skin. He watched as she took a fork full of eggs and put it in her mouth. His body tensed. Did she like it? Saber was no master chef. The most he could manage was spaghetti and scrambled eggs and maybe some burnt toast. Ebony tilted her head to the side, pondering the taste and texture of the scrambled eggs like a true food professional. Saber's mouth went dry with anticipation.

After she swallowed, Ebony favored him with a smile, "Not bad. A bit too much pepper but I don't mind a bit more spice."

Saber's shoulders relaxed with his sigh of relief. "Maybe you should give me some cooking lessons."

Ebony glimmered a smile with a mouthful of eggs. "Anytime!" Then she flushed red with her childish shyness. Saber ate his eggs in only a few gulps then continued to watch her eat, his elbow resting casually on the counter with his chin in his hand. He smiled warmly. She was so adorable. He reached over to the bowl of freshly cut strawberries then with melting brown eyes caught her as he slowly began eating the berry. The tip of his tongue curled about the red tip, lazily pushing it between his sensual lips then sucking on it.

Ebony's mouth went dry, her nipples and clit tingled with electricity. It was so erotic in its reminder of how Saber toyed with her most sensitive erogenous zones. He growled with dark hunger when he saw her cheeks flush that same rose red they usually do when she was aroused. A predatory glint in his eyes, Saber stalked towards her to stand before her. Ebony's breathing hitched noticing that she was eye level with his bulge. He cupped her face, pushing it up to meet his burning gaze. Saber throbbed hard at her parted lips that hungrily eyed his swelling cock.

"You keep staring at my dick, Sugar, like you're just waiting for me to stuff it into that pretty mouth of yours," his voice, guttural and so full of sensual promise that it had Ebony's toes curling. Gazes locked he pushed his thumb past her lips. Automatically she closed her lips around him, her tongue lapping at the calloused pad. Saber's body vibrated with a primal growl. He withdrew his thumb and hoisted her onto the ash wood table. Her robe opened wide revealing her full creamy treasures.

Saber nuzzled his face into the soft valley of her cleavage. His senses buzzed with that enticing vanilla cream and white chocolate aroma. Ebony moaned at the light scrape of his stubble. She combed her fingers through his black hair, pulling gently at the locks. The male's palms gently cupped her breasts, kneading, massaging while his mouth worshipped their opulent curves. The woman's legs wrapped around his narrow waist, her calves hooking behind his knees.

Feeling her try to pull him up from her delicious mounds, Saber flashed her a feral, heart-thudding smirk then pushed her gently back flat on the table. She was half naked, her supple body on full display for his pleasure. She was a succulent feast he wanted to devour slowly and savor.

"Saber...," Ebony begged. She looked at him with those soulful eyes of hers, usually a calm sheet of gray now a molten silver.

"You look so delectable, Ebbie," Saber purred teasingly as he stroked his fingers down her stomach. The sight of him licking his sensuous male lips while looking directly at her pussy made it cream and pulsate. Her nerves were sparkling like champagne bubbles. Heat coiled in her belly spreading slowly out to her aching limbs as he lowered himself between her spread legs. She smelled like sugar, a luscious bowl of cream that had his mouth watering. He pulled up the bowl of freshly cut strawberries, a sinful gleam in his dark eyes. He didn't look away from her as he took a big juicy strawberry from the porcelain bowl.

"What are you doing?" her voice quivered adorably. She was so innocent and yet there were things they did that were so dirty that it should have soiled her angel wings. Instead she came out glowing as pure as before. Maybe this would finally make her fall from grace and into his devil arms.

His lips twisted into a roguish grin, his dark chocolate eyes blinking lasciviously at her. His voice as smooth and dark as black velvet, "My favorite breakfast treat is strawberries and cream..." Using the tip of the cut berry he parted her folds, so puffy, pink and pouty with her need. Ebony squirmed at the odd sensation. The berry was firm yet cool, her pussy spasmed around it. Saber kissed her thigh as he teased her entrance with the fruit, the berry becoming coated in her honey. He moved back up body looking into her eyes with his flaming desire.

"Trust me, Ebbie," he brushed a tender kiss across her open mouth. His sexy-as-sin yet tender expression melted her remaining resistance. She gave a small nod of consent. "That's my girl." He gave her a rakish wink and flashed his famous panty-melting smile that showed his perfect white teeth settling himself on a chair between her spread thighs.

Saber slowly eased the ripe strawberry between her folds until it was lodged into her pussy. Then with patient lust began to devour it bit by bit, sucking around the lips. A lurid yet fiery sensation, Ebony felt like he was sucking out her very essence. Saber moaned with her as he ate at the fruit. The candied berry intoxicated the male stripper's senses. He could eat her all day. He continued the erotic torture with more strawberries as the lady chef played with her full soft breasts. So many sensations she was lost in the forbidden pleasure.

Her hands needed to touch everything and everywhere. She pulled at her breasts, pinched her nipples getting them hard, raked her delicate fingers at her sensitive skin and through Saber's sable locks. Once the last berry had been eaten he plunged his tongue deep into her luscious heat, the sinuous muscle being drawn on by the silken walls.

His arms, roped with hard muscle, wrapped around her bucking hips as he licked and sucked at her remaining cream. The more languid his pace the hotter it made her. He was loving and worshipping and the action intensified the throb within her. Then the tension coiling in her belly burst with intense heat and sensation that had her spasming on the table. The ash wood table groaned at the weight and movements of Ebony's jerking limbs and hips. Saber continued to feast on the juices that gushed onto his greedy tongue.

When she had settled in a sensual daze, he climbed over her then with one slow yet determined stroke drove deeply into her yielding flesh. Saber's thick fingers dug into the warm dark curls of her hair, her little pants in his ear as he pummeled her good in a controlled rhythm that rocked the table. Ebony's swollen nipples and breasts were chafing against the red apron, the coarse fabric giving good friction. Her hands fluttered along his arched back, exploring the perfect symmetry of his bronzed muscles. She felt them twist and writhe beneath her tender palms, her fingers digging into the taut sinew. The strength and power of Saber's body dominated her yet she felt so cared for. He was so masculine but not overbearing. Worshipping as if she were a goddess. No one had ever made her feel like that.

Their flesh slapped hungrily together until the rhythm became more erratic. Saber was on the verge of coming when he quickly withdrew then with his fist rapidly stroked his cock while Ebony's hand shot down to her pussy to grind her fingers on her little bundle of nerves. With a gasp of ecstasy the male stripper's dick pulsed, shooting a string of white cream all over her stomach and forearm while she shuddered with her second orgasm. Saber's eyes, glazed over, half-lidded as he began to massage his seed into her porcelain pink skin. It was so erotic it made Ebony have a third mini-orgasm, gasping convulsively.

When Saber was finished, satisfied that that small part of him moisturized her stomach, he lifted her up then settled her on his lap. She could feel his semi-hard dick pressing into her backside as she cuddled with him on the chair. He ran his hands over her, soothing the tremors of arousal. He seemed to fixate on her right shoulder, his mouth moving over the spot where he bit her. Electricity rolled down her spine at the thought of him marking her again. But the male only sighed, laying his forehead on her shoulder looking so forlorn it made Ebony's heart clench. Why did he look so sad?

Suddenly Saber's phone buzzed. He growled in frustration, his hair falling lazily over his eyes. Ebony wanted to push those dark locks back but he did that with an impatient rake of his fingers, which seemed to make him even more sexy. How could someone hold so much potent masculinity that it made her panties dampen at the sight of him? He held such swagger and confidence that a woman couldn't help but sigh breathless. His face grew dark at the sight of the text, a grim frown pulling down at the corners of his attractive mouth. His muscular body heaved a heavy sigh just before he settled Ebony onto the chair next to him.

"Unfortunately I can't stay, Sugar," Saber said pulling off the ruined red apron, his tattooed muscles flexing deliciously beneath her stare despite his sudden frustration. "I have to... work." His throat worked trying to get the words out yet the sexual tension in the air was crushed leaving awkwardness.

Ebony's lush lips compressed into a hard line, her shoulders slumping forward as her ribs pinched at the thought of another woman moaning in ecstasy beneath him. But she swallowed the knot forming in her throat. They weren't dating. They were... friends. Just friends.

"Thong Emergencies are that serious are they?" she attempted a light joke, her kiss-swollen lips suddenly offering a smile. It came out more bitter than she intended. Nonetheless, Saber couldn't help but answer with a bitter smile of his own.

"Declan is watching his sick mother and needs me to cover for him for a few days," Saber didn't go into detail. He suddenly felt dirty. He combed his fingers through Ebony's messy curls, taking her satin earlobe between his thumb and forefinger to give it a playful pinch.

"I'll call you later, okay," he said softly. Ebony shrugged nonchalant, maintaining that sweet smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"See you around," she returned just as softly. Saber wanted to kiss her but he knew if he did he would take her again but on the floor. So he gave a curt nod then swiftly left the room in search of his clothes. Ebony sank back into the chair that he once sat on, the wood had absorbed his heat, the musky smell of him still hung in the air. She noticed that she no longer had that ravenous sex drive like a few days ago after Saber bit her. Surely that was coincidence. It didn't matter. She had things to think about. Right now her body was sweetly aching from the constant animal-driven yet sometimes tender sex she had been having that had been the best of her life. She found herself still craving him but not just physically. Yeah she definitely had some things to think about.

Her cell phone buzzed. She picked it up to see that Fayette, a friend of Amara's, and caterer needed help with a bachelorette party tonight. On second thought she decided she needed some distraction. Baking penis cakes were easier than dealing with real ones.

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{Two Nights Later...}

Declan's mother wasn't sick. With his dark chocolate skin and perfectly sculpted muscles he was a jaguar shifter and in high demand especially among white women who had those jungle fever fantasies. He had been one of Damia's favorites until he turned 30. At 34 now he had a girlfriend, a willowy Hispanic woman who was also a jaguar shifter. She had that Spanish Pepper temper wrapped in a small yet bouncy package and Declan was crazy about her. Marisol knew what Declan did for a living and while it did make her crazy she trusted her boyfriend more than anything.

In fact, Marisol was expecting their first child and Declan was at the hospital with her as she had gone into labor sooner than expected. Their baby girl was impatient and wanted to come a week early. Declan was supposed to do this bachelorette party at the fanciest hotel in the city. But after getting that call he asked Saber to cover for him. Alvis was supposed to be there along with the leopard shifter Rainer, another chocolate Adonis. The young white tiger was not Saber's favorite shifter to work with but he owed Declan for covering for him with Damia while he was away... with Ebbie... The male strippers at the Scratching Post all worked together to protect each other as much as they could against the burlesque nightmare that was their boss.

Saber showered and put on the police uniform that they were all going to wear. It was tight enough to show off his muscles but had loose buttons along the pants leg and the shirt to allow for easy tear away. He wore his silk sapphire blue thong that cradled his package and showed off his sculpted ass cheeks for the ladies who had a mind to slap it as he danced for them. The thought brought back a memory of Ebony cupping him there as he plunged deep between her round thighs in long, slow, teasing strokes. Those fingers that could knead dough had kneaded his flesh with the same care and the right pressure as he made her come.

Instantly his dick pulsed, making his thong tighter. He couldn't help but purr. Saber wanted to go back to her right now, see that shy smile of hers, hear her bubbling laughter that she didn't show off to anyone else but... no a romantic relationship wasn't wise. Damia would grow jealous even though they didn't sleep together anymore. She would hurt Ebbie. He couldn't live with himself if such a sweet girl got hurt because of him. Calming down his erection he went to the hotel meeting with Alvis and Rainer. Typical Alvis gave him a sneer, "The prodigal son returns. I thought you were too good to do private parties anymore."

"Someone has to keep the ladies satisfied with a third like you, Alvis," Saber returned his sneer with a malicious, mocking smile. "Surprised that Damia let you off the leash tonight."

Alvis's eyes went from cold blue to fiery yellow, his lips curled in an primitive snarl. Rainer held the younger shifter back hissing, "Do you both want to shift out here where any human can see you or do you want to make some money tonight?"

Saber merely shrugged. "Let's go make some dough then."

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"Let's see... the penis cupcake cake should go... here," Ebony laid the platter of cupcakes on the center table by the windows where the rest of the buffet went. The cupcakes formed a penis complete with balls and each woman who took one made it smaller. It went great with the bowl of colorful party dildos. To be honest it was all too phallic a theme for her but whatever the bride-to-be wants. They were set up in the hotel's top suite. It had two bathrooms, one in the bedroom. The living space was concave with couches lining the steps and a full balcony that gave one a perfect view of the city. Ebony went to Fayette, a lovely young woman who was half-Japanese and half-African American with big coal black eyes and willowy limbs, and ask her if she needed any more help.

Fayette's full lips split into a wicked grin of ivory teeth, "Only that you stay and help my friend celebrate her last hours of single-hood." Ebony looked at her phone. Still nothing from Saber.

"Expecting a call from someone?" Ebony looked up startled at Fayette's mischievous smile, coal eyes twinkling. The pastry chef's face tinged with an embarrassed blush.

"I-I... no not really...," Ebony gave a brilliant grin to hide her insecurity. She felt like the laughing with a cold sweat drop emoji right then. She excused herself to run to the bathroom while the club music began. She inhaled slowly, smelling the peony and lavender soaps and shampoos. She sat on the toilet just staring at her phone. What was the matter with her? Her mind drifted off, becoming engrossed in the anxiety that was almost suffocating. The same self-flagellation thoughts kept replaying: Was she good enough? Was she not funny? Was she not sexy?

She looked at herself in the mirror. Ebony was wearing a burgundy rippling blouse that wrapped around the curves of her C-Cup breasts and swell of her mid-drift, showing just the hint of her delicious cleavage. Her pants were tight dark grey yoga pants that perfectly accentuated her round ass and hips. She may not have been like those skinny Vogue models or those D-cups with their tiny waists but she had nice curves.

Saber would have loved it... Damn it, she needed to stop thinking about him! So much for being an independent strong woman who doesn't need a man... But that was before the best sex of her life with not only a hot guy but a genuinely nice one. She heard knocks coming from the outside at the hotel suite door. It sounded like the police. Must have been the strippers. Fayette knocked on the bathroom door excitedly, "Hey come on! You're going to miss the mouth-watering man meat! It's the first course!"

Ebony didn't really want to. She was going to pretend to enjoy then slip away when no one was looking. However, she couldn't shake this sudden awareness she felt. The hairs on her body raised in goosebumps. Cee Lo Green's "Love Gun" started playing as she stepped out of the bathroom. Three "policemen" were dancing sexily around the bride-to-be Melanie. The black guy slowly lowered himself before her, running his hands up and down her legs in a sensual caress. The other "cop" had his back to her. He seemed familiar too and it made her stomach churn.

The black cop spotted her and flashed her his sexy, confident smile that probably got him anything he wanted. While he danced for the bride-to-be he gyrated his lean hips with a flirtatious wink. Ebony blushed and laughed. The girls at the party were all hooting and cat-calling. Seriously, women were just as bad as men when it came to lusting after flesh. Ebony's smile turned down when she recognized one of the other "policemen".

He was making his rounds around the room of drooling women, teasingly unbuttoning his shirt and letting the girls have a touch as he gyrated his lean muscular hips. Saber flicked off his shirt, wrapping it around one girl then placing his hat on another. Her stomach knotted and unknotted when he paused at the sight of her.

Saber was so fucking sexy. Ebony felt a rush of emotions constricting her throat: Hurt, disappointment, embarrassment, shame. She wished she didn't feel betrayed because she shouldn't. This was his job and she was... a booty call? A one night stand? She didn't know but she wanted to bolt. Her brow arrowed down into a stony glare. She turned back towards the black stripper and when he looked up, his shirt off and chocolate muscles gleaming with leopard spot tattoos, she returned his flirtatious smile. Ebony gave Saber one last cold glare only to see his darken with a primal rage. His dark eyes burned her with their possessiveness. He left the girls he was entertaining despite their protests, eating up the distance between them with those long hard legs of his.