“Maybe I'll even leave the security service. Take a step back from the Clan,” he offered as they were leaving the restaurant, the chauffeurs scrambling to get her car. “I could do a lot of good in a hospital somewhere. Save a lot of lives. Really make a difference.”
“You already do a lot of good, Russ. You've saved more lives than you know. Just because you don't have your medical degree, doesn't mean you can't make a difference.”
“Yeah, but if I get my degree, I can come work with you every day. That's what you want, right?”
*
When they got back to her house after dinner, the scene was straight out of a movie. She'd been the one to push herself on Russ a couple of days ago, but now the tables had turned. They had barely reached her front porch before he was kissing her, his hands grabbing her body underneath her dress. She moved her lips against his, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, pushing against her own. His hands grabbed her butt, lifting her up against her door. His lips danced over her own, over her neck, her ears, and the tops of her breasts.
She moaned in his ear, pulling his shirt out of his pants with one hand and fumbling with the door with the other. After a few seconds, the door opened inward and they tumbled through. Russ caught her deftly, making sure she didn't land hard. He kicked the door closed with one foot, lips going back to her chest. His hands moved down her legs, squeezing a thigh, sliding up underneath her skirt and pressing against her frilly panties. He pressed a finger against the soaked fabric and she arched her back, pushing herself into it.
Slowly, maddeningly, he teased her, walking his fingers up her legs, underneath her skirt, and hooking the sides of her panties with a finger on each side. Inch by slow inch, he peeled them off of her. When they were far enough down her legs, she kicked them off, losing sight of them as they soared over her couch. She kicked off her heels and wrapped her legs tightly around his crotch, pulling him close.
He grabbed one breast, squeezing, and she moaned. A finger trailed along the top of her shirt, dipping under it for just a split second, caressing one nipple. He used his other hand to undo one strap. Zoe eased her shoulder out from it, then eased the second out. With care that one wouldn't expect from a man his size, he pulled her shirt down over her body.
The shirt slid down over her breasts, catching for the slightest of moments on her rock hard nipples before exposing them completely. She saw his eyes go wide, his member under his slacks hardening. Next, her stomach and navel were uncovered. She held her breath as Russ moved her skirt over her hips and then she was completely naked, shrugging out of her skirt altogether.
Russ bent down, placing his lips directly between her thighs, kissing and sucking without any preamble. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his head tightly, feeling his tongue pushing deeper than she'd ever felt before. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it. She squirmed in pleasure, breath coming faster and faster.
She felt pleasure building deep inside of her, a pinpoint of heat. She focused on it and it was overwhelming her immediately, building to a crescendo before she even realized how close she was to cumming. She felt her muscles tighten and she screamed in pleasure, cumming on Russ's face, his tongue lapping up her juices, his lips kissing exactly as needed. When her orgasm passed, she released her hold on his head.
Russ peeled off his jacket and shirt, tossing them onto the couch. He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks, undoing his pants until he was only in his underwear in front of her. The whole time, his eyes never left Zoe's pleasure wracked body. She looked at the bulge in his underwear, the front of them soaked in his precum.
Zoe sat up, looping her fingers in the waistband, so similar to what he'd done to her minutes ago. She pulled down, the band catching on his member, but she kept tugging. Down and down, until his cock finally sprung free, its massive length inches from her face. She grasped it in one hand, fingers unable to reach around his thickness. She stroked slowly, hearing him lean back and moan.
Zoe opened her lips wide, sliding his head between her lips. Her tongue found his slit, sucking up every drop of juices before pushing his length deeper into her mouth. Her lips slid up and down, her tongue working his shaft, her hands moving wetly along the base of his hardness.
His moans were loud and she pushed his thickness as deep into her mouth as possible, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She withdrew him slowly, wetly, seductively, until only her tongue was on him.
Russ took a step back, stepping out of his underwear and leaning downwards. Zoe let herself be guided onto the floor, the carpet soft on her back and ass. Russ leaned over her, kissing her again, lips working faster than before. She felt his wet cock moving against her thighs, pressing against her own wetness. She reached down, guiding him into her as he pushed himself into her.
She felt her slit spreading wide for his massive girth, a moan of pleasure interjected into their kiss. His hand grabbed a breast, squeezing, rolling her nipple, before he broke his kiss and placed his lips on her other nipple. She felt his lips sucking wetly, pulling her into him even as he pushed into her.
He sank into her entirely, his thickness completely inside of her tightness. He pulled out of her until only the head of his cock was still in her warmth, then pushed back in, faster than he had the first time. He repeated this motion, stroking her clit with his length each time he pulled in and out of her.
She reached down, grabbing his ass in her hands, squeezing and pulling his body into hers. They rocked together for minutes, Zoe letting Russ lift her legs over his shoulders, his cock hitting new places she never thought was possible. With every stroke, she came a little bit closer to cumming.
Soon, Russ was breathing heavy, pushing deeper with each long stroke, and she knew he was getting ready to finally cum. The thought of him cumming was enough to bring her to the edge, and she heard herself moaning in pleasure, her moans matching his own.
Together, as one, they came. Russ moaned, pushing with one last deep stroke, further than he'd been before, and she felt herself tighten. Her pussy wrapped around his massive cock and she felt it spurt within her, filling her full of his seed. His cock jumped again as she tightened, both of their body’s spasming with pleasure. Her knuckles turned white, gripping the carpet as hard as she could.
After what seemed like minutes, her orgasm finally tapered off. Inside of her, Russ's largeness was shrinking and he pulled out of her carefully. She watched as his cock slipped from between her legs, wet with his cum and her juices. She felt him leaking out of her as he pulled himself off of her. She lowered her legs as he came over towards her, lying beside her on the carpet, out of breath.
She snuggled up next to him, letting him wrap a large arm around her. Everything felt perfect. As they lay there in silence, she could hardly remember everything that had happened to them less than a week ago. At the time, it had seemed like she was going to die and that Russ would be lost to her. Somehow, though, everything that had happened didn't seem so bad at this moment with him right beside her.
The only thing she cared about right then was Russ. He was a shifter and she was a trained doctor, but they weren't so different. She realized that they needed each other.
“So how was that for you, Doc?” she teased, rolling over onto his body and kissing him on the lips. Between her legs, she felt him starting to stiffen again. He laughed, warmth washing over her body, and then she laughed.
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Bear Leather
Grit and Growl Book III
by
Becca Fanning
BEAR LEATHER
Tyler stripped out of his work suit and looked at himself in the mirror. He ran his hand through his light hair, and rubbed a small patch of skin on his chest that wasn’t covered in ink. He had been saving that spot for years but hadn’t figured out what to cover it with. He shook his head and pulled on a pair of worn jeans and a long sleeve shirt. He pulled
his Clan cut over the shirt. It felt good to be dressed properly.
He packed a few things in his bike satchel. The Clan was going on a weekend ride. It had been a while since they had been out together. Between Brian’s wedding, Brett’s engagement, and everyone’s schedules, it had been almost impossible to get the whole group together. Tyler had been itching to get out on the road. He enjoyed his job, it made him think, and it gave him enough discretionary income that he was able to indulge his love for motorcycles, but what he truly wanted, was to be on the road.
There was something about the openness of being on the bike that made everything fade away.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Brett. “Hey, man,” Tyler said as he answered.
“Hey. You all set to go?” There was rustling in the background which made it clear that Brett’s girlfriend was helping him pack.
“Yep. We’re still meeting at the shop?”
“Yeah. We’re going to need to make a stop on the way to our…end destination.” They hadn’t decided where their stopping point was. They had mapped a few areas they didn’t want to go into because of other motorcycle clubs.
“Where are we stopping?” Tyler leaned his head against his shoulder to hold the phone in place while he put his toothbrush and some deodorant in a tiny bag and tossed it on top of his knapsack.
“At the university. Mary called and she wanted us to swing by on the way through.”
“The way through?”
“Okay, it’s a little out of the way, but I haven’t seen her since I got engaged to April and I wanted to tell her in person.”
“Dude, it’s been a month. You haven’t told her you’re engaged? She’s going to kill you, man.” Tyler hadn’t seen Mary in quite a while. He thought about it; it must have been years. Brett’s adorable sister was the absolute opposite of Brett, totally innocent. And she would be pissed as hell when she found out that Brett had kept his engagement from her for a month.
“Yeah, so that’s why we need to stop over there.”
“Alright, dude. No problem. It’ll be good to see Mary.”
Brett laughed. “She will probably freak out. She had the biggest crush on you when we were teenagers.”
Tyler laughed. “Yeah she did. Alright, go finish packing. Don’t be late.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Brett hung up and Tyler pocketed his phone.
He finished packing and strapped the bags to the motorcycle. He jammed the keys in the ignition and revved the engine. He pulled out of his driveway and the immediate sense of relaxation that took hold of him almost made him fall off his bike. It felt so good.
He did an extra lap around the mechanic’s shop before pulling in. Will, Brett, Aiden, and Brian were already there. “Was that extra lap completely necessary?” Aiden said. He dropped his half-smoked cigarette onto the ground and crossed his arms over his extremely muscular chest.
Tyler grinned. “Yeah. It was.”
Aiden threw a long leg over his bike. “Can we go?”
“Yeah. One quick thing that everyone should know. Aiden got into a massive fight with a few of the Tribe dudes the other day.”
“Fucking assholes,” Aiden spat.
Tyler had to agree. They were jerks. Racist, sexist and hated shifters. There wasn’t much that the Tribe liked besides trying to pick on people they thought were beneath them. Luckily, when the Tribe tried to pick, the Clan usually came out on top.
“Yeah, dude. They are. But everyone should be aware that riding around, and through some disputed territory, may cause some problems,” Brian finished.
“Noted,” Tyler said. He wasn’t too concerned. He knew how to talk his way out of an arrest. He honed that skill through his many years of getting the boys out of prison for a scuffle or two. Or twenty.
They all climbed on their bikes, and followed Aiden down the road.
It was about a five hour drive to the university where Mary had just started her first year of graduate school. It was a relatively rural area, and they drove past gorgeous forests. Tyler almost wanted to stop and take a picture every once in a while. He was happy it was such a nice day. Riding in the rain took a little of the fun out of things.
They followed Brett, who had looked up the address of Mary’s apartment complex and figured out directions. They pulled into the parking lot around back and walked around to the front of the building and pressed the buzzer for the apartment.
Tyler hadn’t seen Brett’s younger sister in at least four years. He had basically grown up in Brett’s house. His father had been in and out of jail and his mom was, more often than not, on drugs. Brett’s mom Emma had taken him in so he wouldn’t be put in foster care. Almost everything he had done with his career was to say thank you to Brett’s parents for caring for him. He worked his butt off in college to get into a great law school. He wanted to show them that they invested in the right kid, that he wasn’t a fuck up like his parents.
Mary, Brett’s sister, was three years younger than Tyler and Brett. As a kid, she had always been the annoying shadow that they were required to bring along to their activities. She drove Brett crazy, but Tyler didn’t mind her. He always tried to be nice. When she turned 13, she practically disappeared. If he walked into a room, she walked out, a blush on her cheeks. She avoided him constantly, and if they did manage to be in the same room, Brett would tease her endlessly about having a crush on Tyler.
Then Tyler went off to college. He saw her when he came home for holidays but once he started law school, and then his job, and she started college, he was over at Brett’s parent’s place a lot less.
They stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before Brett pulled out his phone and called his sister. He hung up and looked at them. “She was outside and she saw the bikes. She’s in the parking lot.”
They walked back around the building, and to their bikes. There were a few girls milling around the parking lot, it looked like they were unpacking groceries from a car.
Tyler remembered Mary as a gangly 14 year old, all height and awkwardness. The woman who stood before him didn’t look at all like she was related to Brett, let alone like she was the same 14 year old girl that Tyler remembered.
She was tanned, and her long, chestnut brown hair fell halfway down her back. Her eyes were large and green. Her lips were soft-looking, full and a light pink that made something inside of Tyler stir. And she was sitting on his bike, painting her nails. On his bike.
“Who is the hot piece on your bike, Ty?” Aiden called.
Brett turned quickly. “What the fuck did you just say about my sister?”
Aiden took a step back. “Shit, dude. Sorry. I didn’t know that was Mary.”
Mary finished applying the polish to her last nail and looked up. “Calm down Brett. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”
Brett crossed his arms and seethed. Mary pocketed the closed bottle of nail polish and pushed herself up off the bike. Tyler cringed as her fingers touched the handles. Mary crossed the space between her and Brett and she threw her arms around him. “Long time, no see, big brother.”
Brett begrudgingly hugged her back. She looked up and saw Tyler and he could see the hint of a blush on her face.
“Hey Ty,” she said. She gave him a small wave. “So are you going to take me to lunch big brother?” she asked with a grin.
They all sat down at the table. Mary was sure they looked a little ridiculous, a bunch of burly biker dudes at the same table as a small brunette. She was thrilled that she managed to drag everyone to her favorite Thai restaurant. She hadn’t been there in ages.
They all ordered and she started chatting about her various projects with school. She was helping out with a social work program that worked with at risk youth in the area. She could feel Tyler’s eyes on her the whole time. She couldn’t help but smile a bit wider.
All throughout her teenage years she had a major crush on her brother’s best friend. He was always at the house because of the trouble his parents would
get in to. He was always so sweet to her. Sometimes, when they both couldn’t sleep, they would sit out in the living room together and drink hot chocolate. They talked about everything. And then he went off to school and he basically disappeared from her life. It was her first real heart break. In college she had gone out with a few other guys but they never measured up to Tyler. He was always there in the back of her head.
“So where are you guys heading?” she asked.
“We were going to go down to the forested area a few towns over and shift for a few nights.”
“I’m jealous!” It was hard to shift at school. She always had to sneak out for a weekend to do it. And she couldn’t not. No shifter could go forever without shifting. It was in their DNA, and it called to them. Most shifters could get away with a minimum of going a month without changing. Some could do more, but the full moon called to most of them.
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