by J. D. Walker
“I’m fine for now,” he replied.
“You’re planning to fuck me tonight, right?” I asked, gazing at the sun on its slow descent on the horizon.
“Trust me, soldier boy, your ass is mine.”
* * * *
Not that I minded anyone seeing us together—I mean, everyone knew which way the wind blew already. I was still glad no one was around when Bear and I walked up to the big house and he let me inside. There would be time enough for people to see us all googly-eyed on another day. Tonight, I wanted to get fucked.
I waved at Meg as we passed her in the living room; she was watching an episode of American Horror Story, which I’d learned was one of her favorite shows. Bear led me up the staircase to a cozy-looking room with a huge bed, a chest of drawers, a closet overflowing with clothing and shoes, and a night stand. There was a chair and a small table by the window, likely where Bear had witnessed my meltdown the other night.
“Does Meg sleep on this floor?” I asked as I quickly undressed, since Bear was doing the very same thing.
He grinned. “Worried you’ll be too loud, are you?”
I smiled. “Maybe.”
“She sleeps downstairs in the back.”
Thank the Lord. “Excellent.” I tackled a naked Bear onto the bed, and we focused on the good stuff. Bear spread himself out on the mattress for my viewing pleasure, his arms and legs wide as I caressed every inch of his skin.
“Fuck,” I whispered, the heat of his flesh seeming to burn my fingertips as I caressed every muscle, every sinew. “I could come, just looking at you, but what’s even better is knowing that, for all this perfection, you’re a sweet man, too. And that turns me on even more.”
Bear’s eyes shimmered and I was immediately rolled under him and kissed breathless. My cock was hard again, and Bear was right there with me. As we touched each other and sought out sensitive spots, he fumbled in a drawer for supplies and threw them on the bed before pushing my knees into my chest.
“This ass of yours is the stuff of dreams,” he murmured before taking a long sniff and moaning as he tongued my bud open.
“God.” All I could do was grab his hair and hold on for the ride as he sucked me like a straw, hard pulls that had me leaking and crying out like a whore.
When he finally moved back and lubed his fingers, I was close to coming again. “I don’t know if I can hold back until you’re inside me,” I warned. I needed his cock sooner than later.
Bear licked his wet lips as he replied, “I want this to be as painless as possible for you.” He squeezed my dick at the base while he plunged his fingers in and out of my butt, lingering over my prostate and leaving me in a constant state of arousal.
“Now, Bear. Please? I can’t take anymore,” I practically sobbed. My dick was hard and I was more than ready for release.
“It’s okay, love. I’ll take care of you.” Bear grabbed the condom packet, ripped it open, and quickly sheathed his dick while I watched him through slitted eyelids, breathing heavily as I concentrated on not coming. The minute he plunged into my hole all the way to his pubes, though, I came.
“Shit,” I cried as I stripped my cock, unable to deny myself the pleasure Bear had wrung out of me, squeezing his dick as he fucked me like a jackhammer.
“So hot, baby. Damn,” he growled as his hips pumped against me. I did my best to follow his lead, despite my languid limbs, and when he came, I’d never seen anything so moving in my life. All those muscles tensed, the tendons in his neck standing out, the veins in his arms bulging, chest sweaty and firm. I leaked a little more cum, just at the sight.
“Jesus,” he grunted when he was done and had removed the condom and thrown it somewhere. I didn’t care. I was too focused on the man who now lay next to me, an arm over his eyes as his massive chest heaved in the aftermath of some pretty hot fucking.
I threw a leg over his and snuggled up on his left side. “If this is what being ‘just friends’ to start with gets me, I’ll be your friend for life.”
Bear chuckled tiredly and stroked my messy hair as he gazed at me. “You know, when I saw you the day you came in for the interview, I almost lost it right there. You were nervous, I could tell, and you had this aura of resignation about you, as if to say, ‘this was the best you could do, under the circumstances.’ I wanted to take you in my arms and protect you from the world, tell you everything was okay. Sappy, huh?”
I grinned. “Maybe a little. I like it, though. I can’t promise anything, Bear, but I’m not a quitter.”
“I know you’re not. I’ll just make sure to pick a fight with you from time to time so you remember that.”
I pinched his arm in response. Or at least, I tried to. “Damn, you’re just all kinds of hard, aren’t you?”
“I take it that’s a good thing?” he asked as he pulled me under him again.
“Do you even have to ask?” I replied as I drew him to me, lips at the ready.
* * * *
Saturday’s festivities went off without a hitch. I ended up spending most of my time with Meg, going from the kitchen to the many places around the farm where food was provided either for sale or as a snack. It was a way to advertise the products we made here, and they were damn good.
My ass was pleasantly sore the whole time, what with the amount of activity it had received the night before. I hadn’t wanted to leave Bear in bed this morning, but Meg had knocked on his door and told me she needed my butt in the kitchen in five minutes, so any ideas of a pre-dawn blow job had been out of the question.
Bear was sneaky, though. He wasn’t happy that he hadn’t gotten any loving that morning, so in the middle of the afternoon while I was on a break with Tommy, Bear came up to me with some excuse about needing my help with something or other and dragged me off behind him. Tommy’s quiet chuckle told me he knew good and well what that “something” was.
Away from prying eyes, I ended up against a wood shed, my legs wrapped around Bear’s waist as he pumped both our cocks in his meaty fist while kissing me quietly. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced, and it wrenched an orgasm out of me that almost made me black out.
My legs were shaky when they dropped to the ground, and I had to hold onto my lover while I caught my breath.
“Steady there, soldier boy,” he said, tucking some loose hair behind my ears.
I smiled at him. “I think it’s cute that you call me that.” I nuzzled his hand which now cupped my cheek. “You realize that Tommy saw through your excuse, right?”
“Oh sure. He won’t say anything, but it’ll be a moot point in a little while. You know you work with a bunch of gossips and horn dogs.”
“The bunkhouses could almost double for brothels, from some of the stories I’ve heard.” I moved away from him and grabbed his hand. “Come on. Let’s get back to work, and maybe later, I’ll rim you ‘til you scream.”
Bear flushed and swallowed a few times before fisting my shirt and yanking me to his chest. “I’ll hold you to that promise, yeah?”
“You can try,” I teased. For that comment, he cupped my head and grabbed my ass, lifting me a little so we were groin to groin as he rotated our hips together. I could feel every inch of him, his hard cock making me salivate. His lips were close to mine but not touching and it made me greedy for more.
“Promise?” he asked again, voice husky and eyes boring into mine, daring me to say no.
Fuck.
“Yes, I promise, baby. And now, if you don’t stop what you’re doing, I’ll come in my shorts.”
He smiled, kissed my lips, then let me go. “All you had to do was give me the answer I wanted.”
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm down enough for my dick to soften. “I’ll remember that next time. Sadist.”
He winked. “Whatever you say, soldier boy.”
* * * *
True to his word, Bear and I took things at glacial speed. Our friendship became solid, and the sex was ridiculously
good. We had a powerful attraction between us, but we were both more than willing to let things simmer and see where they went.
Meg was pleased with her “boys,” as she liked to call us. I became her helper in the kitchen more often than I cleaned out horse shit, which meant Bear kept finding reasons to come up to the house and whisk me away to fool around throughout the day. Everyone knew what was going on, but thankfully, no one seemed to mind. It wasn’t that we rubbed their faces in it. But the hot stares Bear and I traded with each other were hard to miss.
I took Bear over to the trailer park to meet Derrick and Paul, officially. They hit it off, which pleased me. I asked Brandon to stop by the farm and talk to Meg about the upcoming October festival, and he said he would.
I was at the beginning of something wonderful and had the unwavering support of friends and family, but especially Bear, a man who’d fought through my insecurities and wouldn’t let me give up.
I was grateful for Derrick, who had never let me falter. I was grateful for the friends that surrounded me now. But I was most grateful for Barrimore Lancett, who’d given me a chance to start over and find my way back to a new normal.
THE END
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J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet, with the occasional novel or novella. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, language enthusiast (German and Spanish), and lover of all things knit and crochet.
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