by Nikki Wild
“I get it,” I smiled.
“I could never have a job where I wasn’t the boss,” he nodded firmly.
“You always have to be in charge,” I whispered.
“Yes. Always,” he said. I stared back at him, drowning in his piercing gaze, my body tingling with excitement. There was something so attractive about his unshakable resolve. I’d never been sure of anything in my life. Leading was never something that came naturally to me, and yet I’d envied my friends who did so naturally. Like Marie. Like my Mom.
That wasn’t me.
But the steeliness in Bear’s eyes every time he nodded like that, his jaw set so firm you couldn’t cut it with diamonds—that turned me on. It drew me to him, in a way that I was only beginning to understand myself.
“My life was the complete opposite,” I said. “Complete freedom. Matilda was never there.”
“Your dad?” he asked.
“Left. I guess Matilda and an infant was too much for him and he hasn’t been in my life since I was born,” I said. “The glass ceiling has always been Matilda’s baby. I admire her for it, I do. But it’s hard when you’re the only kid at the dance recital without a parent watching. I learned to take care of myself early on,” I shrugged. “I didn’t need anybody. I was always the one in charge, and I longed for someone to remind me to brush my teeth at night or make me eat broccoli or come to one of my fashion shows.”
He nodded at me silently, staring over at me thoughtfully. I’d have given anything to know what he was thinking, to see what he saw when he looked at me. I wanted to know why. Why me? Why was I here? Why had he picked me to spend all this time with?
“Parents have a way of shaping their children in such an insidious way. The subtle ticks we develop, the eccentricities we take on, the very fabric of our souls are woven by how they treat us. It’s a sacred act to be a parent. To be able to court that kind of power over another human. It’s the ultimate act of oppression, I think. I never want to be that person, the one who could fuck up someone else so profoundly.”
“So you don’t want children?” I asked.
“Never,” he replied, that determination returning to his steely jaw.
“I see,” I nodded. “Me, neither.”
“You don’t want children either?” he exclaimed.
“You sound surprised.”
“It’s just that most girls your age fantasize about that,” he said.
“I’m not most girls,” I said, lifting my chin defiantly. I’d defended my stance on children many times before and it was a sore spot with me. Even Marie wanted children someday. She always said as soon as she was done being a slut, she was going to settle down and have a gaggle of kids. The idea sounded exhausting to me.
“No, you aren’t are you?” Bear said, reaching over and putting his hand on my knee. He hadn’t touched me throughout dinner and the sudden contact shot daggers of electricity up my thigh. My pussy twitched as a shudder began in my neck and traveled down my back. I took a deep breath, struggling to retain my composure. It was merely a slight touch and I was melting. I’d barely had half a glass of wine and I felt dizzy already.
Maybe it wasn’t the wine that was shaking me up after all, I thought.
“You’re nothing like other women your age,” he replied. “Or any other age, I might add.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said.
“You should,” he nodded, reaching over and grabbing the pie from the table. I’d been eyeing it for a few minutes and once I saw Bear cut into it, I squealed with delight when I saw it was peach.
“It’s peach!” I exclaimed.
“Yep,” he nodded, sliding a slice onto a plate and handing it to me. “Your favorite.”
“How did you—oh!” I said, blood rushing to my face. “Right.” Of course. The safe word.
Bear’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he smiled.
“How could I forget?” he asked.
I nodded, biting my lip.
“I asked Bruce to make it for you,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said, diving my fork into it. As soon as it landed on my tongue, I moaned in ecstasy. Perfectly sweet and tangy, with light, flaky crust, it melted on my tongue. “It’s perfect.”
“I told you. Bruce is great,” he said. “He’d make a perfect wife,” he laughed.
“Is he single?” I asked.
“A perpetual bachelor,” he nodded. “He dates around sometimes but as soon as anything starts to get serious, he ends it.”
“Kind of like you?” I asked.
“Me? Maybe,” he said. “It’s a little different in my case. Women don’t seem to stick around too long. I’ve been accused of being high-maintenance and too demanding, if you can believe that.”
I laughed, hard, my laughter echoing off the walls. Bear laughed, too, and I felt myself relax even more. I felt comfortable with him. Something about him was beginning to sooth me in places where it ruffled my feathers before, and I didn’t know why, but I welcomed it. I wanted to sink into him, in more ways than one. I just wasn’t sure how deep it could all go.
I watched him with a smile as he took another bite of pie onto his fork and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth, meeting his gaze as the fork slid between my lips slowly. I closed my mouth and he slid the fork out, the pie like heaven on my tongue. I swallowed and smiled, licking my lips, the sticky sweetness of the peaches sticking to them.
Bear smiled and then his eyes flashed with hunger.
“Stand up,” he whispered, his voice so low I barely heard him.
“What?” I said.
“Stand up. Now.” He jaw was set again and his voice was hard and firm. I pushed my chair back, laying my napkin on the table and standing in front of my chair.
“Come here,” he said. I took two steps towards him, smiling down at him.
“What are you—,” I said.
“Hush. Take off your sweater,” he demanded.
“What? Now?” I asked, looking over my shoulder. “What about Bruce?”
“He’s in his cabin. He won’t come back in here all night,” he put one hand on my hip, pulling me closer as he looked up at me. “Take off your sweater.”
I shrugged and did as he asked, grasping the bottom and pulling it over my head. I stood in front of him in my jeans and bra, waiting for further instruction. I fought the awkwardness that threatened to overwhelm me and stood stoic in front of him.
He reached up behind me and unfastened my bra, the brush of his fingers sending chills up my back as he slid the bra forward and down my arms, leaving me topless, my breasts heaving with excitement.
He drank me in with his eyes, his gaze devouring my naked breasts before turning back to the table. He plunged his fingers into the pie, scooping the peach filling out with two fingers. I gasped as he turned back to me and smeared the pie filling around my hardened nipples, first one, then the other. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Bear!” I said, watching with amusement as he pinched my nipples with his sticky fingers. He smiled up at me before lowering his head and slowly licking my left nipple. His tongue swirled hotly around it and I shivered with desire. My hands flew up, holding his head, his soft hair falling over my fingers as he licked it all away.
“Bear,” I murmured softly, my breath ragged, my body yearning for more of him. He brought his head up, his lips crashing on mine, his kiss hard and searching as he pulled me close, kissing me deeper and deeper until we were scratching at other, the passion igniting between us like a wildfire of lust and need.
He tasted like peaches.
He tasted like me.
He tasted like everything I’d ever known and the only thing I’d ever need again.
I clawed at his arms as he kissed me, needing more of him. Tearing his lips from mine, he knelt down and swooped me up in his arms effortlessly.
“Grab the pie,” he growled, dipping me down towards the table.
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d over and picked up the pie from the table, holding it on my chest as he carried me through the house. He trailed down a back hallway and opened a door at the end of it. My eyes widened when I saw it. A small replica of the living room, it had wooden beams lining the ceiling and a huge stone fireplace with another raging fire already lit in it.
But it was the bed that demanded the attention in the room.
Made from logs, the four log posters surrounding it towered over the room, the raw knots and cracks in the wood only adding to the rustic ambiance. Candles were lit on the mantle, a low, amber glow flickering around the room from the fire. Gently, Bear laid me on the bed. I was still topless, my bra and sweater left behind on the floor of the dining room. I knew Bruce would probably find them later, but if Bear didn’t care, then neither did I.
As he towered over my half naked body, splayed out on the bed with the mangled pie next to me, I stared up at him hungrily. His eyes flashed with lust as he looked at me, his voice heavy and thick in the darkness.
“Take off your jeans,” he growled.
I reached down with a smile, unbuttoning the top button and sliding the zipper down smoothly. I pulled the fabric apart, revealing my bare skin underneath.
“I did what you said,” I whispered. “No panties.”
“Good girl,” he growled. “Off!” he barked.
I jumped into action, pushing the denim over my hips and down my thighs and kicking them off of my feet. He nodded his approval and pulled his sweater over his head, revealing the smooth, perfectly sculpted body that I was quickly becoming addicted to. I bit my lip as he pulled open his Levi’s, the distinct pop pop pop of the buttons sending ripples of pleasure down my spine.
When his gorgeous cock came into view, I gasped. It was so perfectly shaped, so hard, so smooth and beautiful that I couldn’t help but lick my lips while I watched him grasp it in his hand and squeeze it gently, before kicking out of his jeans. He stood naked in front of me and he paused, staring down at me and shaking his head slowly.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Do you realize how beautiful you are, Chloe?” He moved between my legs, his body hovering over me as his eyes peered into mine. “Your lips,” he said, tracing a finger along my quivering bottom lip. “Your eyes,” he whispered, his voice lowering to a rumbling growl, his cock, now pressed against my thigh, throbbing hotly. He pulled his head down, darting his tongue out and licking my bottom lip. “Your taste,” he murmured.
He pulled himself back on his knees between my thighs, his gaze raking over my naked body. He reached over and pushed his hand back into the pie, grabbing a handful and smearing it inside my left thigh. He leaned down, kissing my knee, his lips trailing up, leaving feathery kisses on my skin, going up slowly, so slowly, it sent electricity straight to my brain. It took everything I had not to grab his head and push him into my sex, beg him to lick me, plead for him to take me.
Instead, I took a deep breath, silently enduring the torturous pleasure he was raining down on me. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, his mouth slid up my thigh, licking the pie filling from my skin, his tongue firmly pressing against my flesh until I was whimpering and writhing beneath him.
Once more, he plunged his fingers into the pie, scooping up the sticky peachy sweetness and smearing it higher this time, his fingers sliding up my upper thigh and then lightly moving across my bare pussy, smearing a generous amount on my clit. I gasped at his touch, an electric shock of pleasure ripping right through me.
When his mouth returned, his hot breath searing my skin, my body ignited with yearning for him to fuck me, to lick me, to do something, anything that would provide some relief from the sweet painful yearning I felt.
“Please, Bear,” the plea escaped from my lips, despite my resolve to stay quiet. It was impossible. Bear churned up so much emotion, so much turmoil, so much hunger inside of me that I would have burst if I kept it contained any longer.
“Shhh,” he said, his lips licking the sweetness from my skin, his mouth inching higher and higher until my hips were flailing towards his mouth. When his lips finally touched my pussy, I thought I would die from the relief, the satisfaction, the pure adrenaline that raced through my veins as I opened my thighs, welcoming him in, pulling him closer, needing all of him inside of all of me.
His mouth worked expertly against me, licking the peaches up quickly and then sliding his tongue along every inch of my quivering pussy, diving deep inside of me, fucking me with his tongue and then siding back up and twirling around my throbbing clit, his mouth pulling pleasure from my body that I’d never felt before.
When his finger slid inside of me, I cried out into the darkness. He pulled my clit into his mouth, sucking rhythmically, sucking hard, his mouth so perfectly skilled that I was sure he’d sold his soul to the devil for that mouth.
His fingers and mouth felt amazing, but they weren’t enough. I needed so much more. I needed all of him, every single inch of him as deep as I could get him.
“Bear, please, oh please,” I said, his mouth working so perfectly against my clit. “Don’t stop, baby, please, don’t stop…”
Over and over he sucked my clit, fucking into me harder and harder with his fingers, until my body froze in motion, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave of sensation, my body frozen in pain, frozen in pleasure, suspended in time in a second of release until I crashed back down, my entire body tingling with the pure joy of being alive, of being a woman, of being so blessed that I was here, now, with this beautiful man.
My arms snaked around him, pulling him close as he rose up, his mouth capturing mine in a frenzied kiss of peaches and pussy. I melted below him, my entire body turning to a puddle of pleasure and softness.
And he allowed me that.
For about thirty seconds.
I clung to him, my breath slowing, my senses returning slowly. He kissed me, over and over, his sensual, slow kisses quickly turning hard and rough again, until he pulled away, his eyes flashing down at me.
Hunger. Lust. Savage, animalistic need.
That’s all I saw. The gentleman was gone. The man that had taken me in the restaurant had replaced him. The hard set of his jaw only made him sexier and the darkness in his eyes sent my heart racing with excitement.
“It’s my turn,” he growled, before grabbing my waist and flipping me over. I laid below him, not sure what he wanted me to do.
“Get on all fours,” he said. I slid my knees under me, raising up my ass and looking over my shoulder back at him.
He was incredible. Hard, strong, determined, and deliciously naked—everything about him was a masterpiece of masculinity that I wanted to study, memorize, engrave onto the darkest, deepest parts of my soul.
I didn’t realize it then, but that’s exactly what was happening.
Chapter 16
In one smooth, velvety rush of pleasure, his cock sank deep inside my quivering pussy.
I rocked back towards him, determined to experience every single inch of his delicious hardness. Deeper and deeper, he inched forward until a savage growl escaped from him, his throbbing hotness piercing the deepest parts of me.
“Yesssss,” I moaned, waves of pleasure lighting up every inch of my flesh with shivering, tingling electricity. I pushed back against him, lowering my shoulders to the bed and raising my ass higher, opening myself up to him like a wanton hussy. I didn’t care. I didn’t even think about it. Offering myself to him so brazenly, so boldly, seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
His fingers dug into the tender flesh of my hips as he grasped me roughly, pulling back onto his cock as he began pounding into me with the force of a bull. I gasped, surprised at the roughness as he slammed into me harder and harder. I sank down into the bed, bracing myself with my knees as he sped up.
I gasped as he slapped my ass, my head flying around and looking at him. He was lost, his gaze trained on my ass, at his cock sliding between my lips. He hit me again, harder this time, and I whimpered as I felt th
e heat rush to my ass cheek, as he continued to pound into my pussy relentlessly. Over and over, he slammed into me, hitting my ass between thrusts, alternating sides as he began moaning loudly, his cock swelling side of me.
I turned back around, melting into the bed, relishing in the intensity of so many different sensations. His cock deliciously sliding into me contrasted against the faint pain of his pounding hips, the fiery burning of the blows against my skin, all mixed together until I was lost completely, my mind falling under his spell, my body submitting to it all, welcoming every inch of pain and pleasure that he inflicted.
He reached down, grabbing a fistful of hair at the nape of my neck, pulling my head from the bed, forcing me to arch my back as he pulled me back to him. He pulled my head to the side, capturing my lips in his, his tongue delving deeply into my mouth as his cock slammed hard into me, over and over, his fingers tightening with every thrust until I was whimpering into his kiss. He softened his grip, his fingers sliding out of my hair as his hands found my hips again as he held on tightly and began pounding into my pussy faster and faster, my juices flowing over his hot, throbbing shaft.
“Fuck me, Bear, harder, harder,” I encouraged. He was pounding into me so hard that my vision had blurred, all awareness of anything outside of his punishing hammering faded away and all I could do was search for the magical release that my body was crying out for. He hit my ass again, his blows raining hard and fast, my skin burning beneath his touch.
Abruptly, he pulled out and I whimpered in protest, my pussy crying out for his hardness. He grabbed my hips, turning me around swiftly. I fell back on the bed, my thighs falling open as he smoothly slid back inside, his lips finding mine as I snaked my arms around him, my hands clawing at his taut flesh, his muscles rippling under my fingertips.