John (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 4)

by Becca Fanning

  Iyesha got out next, gaping upwards at the front of the immaculate hotel, the sign bearing a single letter: Y. A hand on her ass pushed her forward, giving a little squeeze before Dragon emerged behind her.

  “Nice, ain’t it? I’m part owner, and for the time being it’s the tallest building between Australia and LA. Some Dubai players are putting up a bigger one in the Virgin Islands next year.”

  “What does the “Y” stand for?”

  “Nothing.”

  “No really, what’s it stand for?”

  “Really, nothing. It doesn’t stand for shit. It’s just named that so people think about it,” Dragon said, letting his hands rest on Iyesha’s hips. “Let’s head inside.”

  Iyesha walked into the hotel lobby and looked up at the crystal chandelier overhead. Dragon walked past her to the bank of elevators.

  “Let’s go, girl.”

  “But I have to find out about my room,” Iyesha said, motioning towards the concierge.

  Dragon walked up to Iyesha and slipped his arms around her. His mouth bent down to her ear. “You’re stayin’ in my room tonight.”

  “Just tonight?” Iyesha asked, mockingly offended. She let the back of her hand brush against the front of his pants. She smiled at the growl that came from his lips.

  “Or you can go stay in whatever single bed budget shit Max set up for you.. You might even get some comp’d movies,” Dragon said, grinning.

  “I’m more in a mood to make a movie,” Iyesha said, taking Dragon by the hand and leading him towards the elevators. Entering an elevator, she put a finger to her lips. “Hmm, let me guess,” she said as she pushed the button for the top floor, 48. Nothing happened.

  “You gotta have that magic touch,” Dragon said from behind her, his mouth going to her neck, his growing erection pressing against her ass. His right hand moved from her ass around the side of her hip towards her pussy. “Know how to touch somethin’ right, it opens up for you,” he whispered as his hand brushed against the front of her dress, making her clit ache. His hand then came upward, over her stomach to cup her breast briefly. “And once it’s open, it’s yours for the taking.” His hand left her breast and followed her arm towards the row of buttons. His finger pressed the same button she just had. A small circle lit up around the button as he touched it, turned green, and the light stayed on.

  The doors of the elevator closed. “Welcome home, Dragon,” a computerized voice said as the elevator began an express ascent to the penthouse suite.

  Iyesha spun and brought her mouth up tantalizingly close to Dragon’s. “Am I yours for the taking?” she asked as their hot breaths mixed in the tiny space between them. Before he could answer, the elevator door open and Iyesha escaped from his embrace.

  “Holy shit!” Iyesha looked around penthouse suite, astonished by the opulence on display. A marble fountain gurgled in the center of the main room. A chandelier hung from the eighteen foot vaulted ceiling above, casting a warm glow over the hall. The floor was made of inset mosaic woods, different colors combining to form a web of patterns exploding out from the fountain. Floor to ceiling windows looked out over the Pacific Ocean.

  “If I learned one thing about you, girl, it’s not to presume nothin’,” Dragon said as he embraced her from behind. His mouth repeated it’s attacks on her neck, alternating kisses and nibbles as he went from her shoulder up to her earlobe.

  Iyesha’s hands went behind her, her fingers grabbing Dragon’s shirt as she ground her ass back against him. She smiled as she felt his cock stir against her. His hands went to her hips, and she felt herself being gently pushed down a hallway towards a large kitchen.

  Dragon leaned down to kiss her, and there was something different about it. For the first time since they met, there was no rush. They weren’t late to get somewhere, and they weren’t about to die in a jet crash. They were just two people enjoying one another, exploring each others tastes and scents. His tongue darted into her mouth, swirling their juices. “I’m still hungry,” he said.

  Iyesha quivered at his words, and she felt herself growing eager for him. She squirmed in his grasp, wanting to tear his clothes off and fill herself with him. In her frantic lust her hands went to her breast and she tweaked her nipple.

  Dragon broke off his kiss and his hand went to hers. “No, you’re not allowed to satisfy yourself. Only I can satisfy you.” He reached behind her, unzipping her dress so it fell loose around her feet. He lifted her nude body up and sat her on the cold steel of the kitchen island across from the fridge. “Sit still for a sec,” he said. He turned away from her and opened the refrigerator behind him.

  Iyesha leaned back and closed her eyes. This has been the craziest 24 hours of my life. Too bad none of it would be appropriate to tell my grandkids some day. She heard Dragon rummaging around in the fridge, then the sound of some items being placed on the island next to her. Without warning, she felt his hungry mouth clamp around her sex. Her hands went to the back of his head and curled into his hair. She opened her eyes to see what was next to her. Two squeeze bottles and a few small baskets.

  Dragon’s tongue lapped at her wet pussy, and he reached for one of the squeeze bottles. A golden drizzle of cold honey fell on her clit and he slurped it up. He moaned in pleasure as he tasted the honey mixed with her juices. His other hand went up her belly to fondle her breast and tweak her nipple.

  The combination of the two sensations sent Iyesha over the edge. She cried out in ecstasy, her hands leaving Dragon’s head and trying to grab an edge of the island she was on, but her fingers just met the flat cold steel surface. Her sex spasmed as the orgasm flowed through her. She felt something cold press against her sex and she looked down to see Dragon dipping a slice of peach against her peach. He popped it into his mouth and chewed slowly, savoring it. He licked her pussy clean.

  Without saying a word, Iyesha turned over, her ass up in the air. She felt Dragon spread her ass cheeks apart, his tongue darting in to play with her backdoor. His hand grabbed another bottle and she felt a spray of cold whipped cream blast in the crack of her ass. He picked up a strawberry out of one of the baskets and scooped a dollop of cream with it. He bit off the end and double dipped the rest back into her ass. Chewing the last of the strawberry, he went in to clean out the rest of the cream with his tongue.

  Dragon’s attentions to her ass were building up to another orgasm for Iyesha. The side of her face wanted to meld into the cold surface of the table and just exist in this state forever. She felt Dragon’s thumb massage her clit while his tongue continued rimming her. His finger entered her pussy, and pulled downward against her g-spot. She felt herself savagely close to another orgasm as his mouth left her ass and his finger pulled out of her. She felt wet and well used, but still needed more.

  The head of Dragon’s cock pressed against her well lubricated sex. She felt him push forward, the bulbous head of his manhood stretching her entrance and filling her up and he slid to the hilt deep inside of her. With her positioned as she was, braced against the table, he began to fuck her with wild abandon, slamming into her harder and faster than before.

  Iyesha heard her own orgasm cries before she realized she was cumming. She grabbed the edge of the kitchen island and tried to brace herself against this huge man ramming in and out of her. Lightning exploded in her head, and the tingling sensation spread from her aching clit to her toes dangling above the floor. Dragon didn’t stop his pumping, and he continued to fuck her through her orgasm.

  Dragon’s pace became even more rapid, until he grunted and pulled out of Iyesha altogether. She felt his hot sticky cum land in ropes across her back, covering her from the back of her neck to her ass. His cock laying against her lower back, he lowered himself on top of her, panting in satisfaction. She could feel his seed slip down her ass and slicken her folds.

  “We should probably turn in. You got an early day tomorrow,” Dragon said, lifting himself off her. He wiped down her back with a kitchen towel, put the food away a
nd left the kitchen.

  Iyesha lay still a few moments longer, enjoying the simplicity of being there in the moment. No worries about the future, no regrets about the past. Just glowing in the aftermath of a passionate bestial fuck session. She slipped off the kitchen island and groaned as pins and needles shot through her lower legs. Damn, my feet fell asleep! Bracing against the kitchen island, she took ginger steps out to the main room.

  In the middle of the main room, she saw her purse on the floor, forgotten and discarded. She bent over to pick it up, and felt something hard inside it. That doesn’t feel right. What’s-oh shit! Iyesha nearly dropped her purse when she saw the glinting mother of pearl handle on the small semi-automatic handgun. What the fuck is this? She remembered back to the turbulence and all the broken bottles in the lounge. It must’ve fallen out of a cabinet and landed in my purse.

  Iyesha pondered what to do with it, but trying to hide it in the penthouse was out of the question. Dragon probably had cameras and would see her stash it. She couldn’t tell him about it because no one would believe that a gun just fell into her purse. Throwing it away wouldn’t be right, because it’s his. I’ll keep it with me, and figure out a way to ditch it back on the jet.

  The sound of the shower stopped Iyesha came into the bedroom. A grand piano, jacuzzi, and oak four post bed were the main features of the room. Located in the corner of the suite, it had two walls of floor to ceiling windows come together at a point, overlooking the ocean far below. A set of open double doors led into a bathroom shimmering in Spanish tile and gold filigree.

  Dragon had stepped out of the shower and was drying off, his towel casually covering his groin. He smiled at her, a warm comfortable smile. “But I wasn’t kiddin’. You getting’ up in six hours.”

  Iyesha’s eyes lingered on the chiseled ‘V” shape that went from his hips down to his manhood. Her pussy complained sorely at her admiration of this fine specimen. She made to walk past Dragon to the shower, but he snatched her up and held her close to him. She felt his hot damp skin against hers, inhaled deeply of his clean masculine scent. He planted small kisses around her ear.

  “What was that about in the limo? You said something about Maxwell leaking information?” Iyesha asked. She felt his kisses stop and he pulled away from her. She saw him walk over to a window and look out over the dark waters of the Pacific.

  “You know what’s real rare these days?” Dragon asked, grabbing a set of handles on the windows and pulling them apart. They slid aside smoothly, and the warm night air of the Pacific blew into the room.

  Oh, I know this! Meteorites! She’d watched that show where the guys hunt down meteorites and they get lots of money for them. But something told Iyesha that Dragon wanted her to listen.

  “Loyalty,” Dragon proclaimed. “Loyalty is rare. So hard to find. When you get to my status, it’s even harder to find.”

  “Why is it harder?”

  “Because you can’t buy it with money. At least not real loyalty,” he said, hands on the railing.. “So Max is loyal, but is he loyal to me, or loyal to Dragon?”

  “I don’t get it.”

  “Max is loyal to the Dragon brand, and sometimes that means he ain’t loyal to me. So when I want a nice quiet vacation, away from all the bullshit, he sees it as an opportunity to build hype,” Dragon sighed. “I’m pretty sure he was the reason for the big crowds at the hangar.”

  “Ahh, so he’s doing what he thinks is best for your brand, which might not be what’s best for you.”

  “You got it. I just wanted some chill time,” Dragon said.

  Iyesha walked up next to Dragon and put her hand in his. She pulled him back to the bed, snuggling up once they were under the covers. She rested her head against his chest and drifted off as his stroked her head.

  Iyesha found herself back on the mountain cliff, but this time instead of clouds all around her, it was water. An ocean stretched out in all directions, reflecting the bright full moon overhead and the sparkling stars. She was lying on soft grass, and from behind her she heard a massive shape breathe deeply.

  A large scaled limb stretched across her body and pulled her back against it’s body. She ran her hands over the thick scaled hide, watched it turned different shades of green in the moonlight. The limb ended in large claws, but they did not pierce or scratch her skin. They held her tightly, securely.

  Iyesha opened her eyes, the Tahitian sun spilling in through the window they’d left open the night before. Next to her, Dragon lay on his back with a pillow over his face. She felt a hot presence against her thigh, and lowered her hand to meet his. Oh, not his hand! She held his cock in her hand, stroking the shaft slowly, delighting in the contrast of soft skin layered over a rigid rod.

  Soon her hand was getting a little slick, so she brought her fingers to her mouth to lick off the pre-cum. Well, I was instructed to see to all of his needs. Diving under the covers, she had an idea. She spread his legs and crawled to lie down between them. His manhood was surrounded by the growing daylight shining through the white bedsheets.

  Her mouth went to the sensitive area between his balls and thigh, licking her way around the base of his sac. She got to the line of wrinkly skin that ran up every nutsack she’d ever seen. What is that, anyway? She ran her tongue along it, as if it would give up an answer. It didn’t. She opened her mouth and lightly sucked on one of his testes. A moan came from above, and Dragon’s knees came up a bit, giving her easier access.

  Releasing his nut, she lifted his balls with her hand while licking the long smooth expanse of skin underneath. Going lower, she came to his asshole. Good for the goose, good for the gander. She delicately stuck her tongue out and licked the soft area surrounding his lone star. More moans came from above, and her pace quickened. She delved deeper, flexing her tongue to keep it straight as it dipped past his sphincter. His cock was fully tented against the soft bedsheets, helpfully giving her more room to work down there.

  Taking her mouth out of his ass, she replaced it with a finger. He easily took the first knuckle, and Iyesha paused to give him enough time to relax and get used to the new sensation. She had a feeling what would help with that, and brought her hungry mouth up to Dragon’s cock. Her tongue made quick work of the pre-cum that had continued to gush all over his throbbing head.

  As she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, her finger delved deeper, now fully inside this man. As she fingered his ass, he began bucking his hips up into her mouth. Ow! I know I can’t blame him because he’s asleep, but that hurt!

  The covers flew off her and Dragon looked down into her eyes. She could see his orgasm in his eyes, and redoubled her ass fingering. With a yell, Dragon came, his prostate milked for every precious drop. A torrent of his seed filled Iyesha’s mouth as they looked into each others eyes. Dragon’s legs gave one last spasm, and he collapsed back against the pillows, eyes already closing. He went totally slack, and only the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated he still lived.

  Proud of herself, Iyesha got out of bed and hopped in the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and opened the bedroom door. Maybe I can get some breakfast before Maxwell shows up. As she came out of the bedroom, Iyesha saw a woman sitting at a table next to the marble fountain.

  “Umm, hi,” Iyesha said, realizing that there was no walk more shameful than coming out of your billionaire boss’ Tahitian island bedroom wearing nothing but a towel.

  “Hey Iyesha!” the chipper young lady said. “I’m Christy, Dragon’s personal shopper! Maxwell wanted me to fill you in on your day,” she said as she turned and picked up a wrapped box from under the table. “This is for you.”

  Iyesha took the box from Christy. “Thank you. What is it?” she asked. “I’m sorry I don’t have something for you…” she said awkwardly.

  Christy muffled a laugh and waved at Iyesha. “It’s from Maxwell, so thank him if it fits.”

  Iyesha unwrapped the box and took out the outfit. The top was a gorgeous blood red sari-wra
p with gold trim. The bottom was a green miniskirt, also in a sari-wrap style. Iyesha squealed with excitement and ran into one of the other bathrooms in the penthouse suite.

  Iyesha dropped her towel and got dressed in her new designer outfit. As she expected, there were no tags identifying the maker, and certainly nothing noting a size. But they fit her like a glove. Maxwell knows his stuff. Must’ve spent a lot of time sizing up women.

  Iyesha left the bathroom, doing a little shimmy as she walked towards Christy. “Just…wow! This feels amazing.” Iyesha saw her purse on the floor next to the fountain and picked it up.

  “You look delicious,” Christy said, her gaze lingering a little too long. “Maxwell had a long list of tasks for you today, but they’ve been overruled. You’ve got a reservation at a day spa…”

  “I’m sorry, overruled?” Iyesha asked.

  “Yeah, he wasn’t too pleased but the boss is the boss,” Christy said. “You don’t have to go to the day spa, but I’ve been there, and it’s the bomb.”

  Iyesha giggled, nodding. “Alright, you’ve twisted my arm. I guess I’ll go in for some pampering.” Maybe they can work one of these sex sprains out. “Anything else?”