Goldie Locks and the Three Brothers Bear

by Pumpkin Spice

  She stopped squirming beside me and started turning into me. “Oh, Hayden.”

  My tongue trailed her earlobe down her neck. I softly kissed the hollow of her collarbone and gently buried my nose in the warmth richness of her hair that awakened my senses and my appetite. Goldie’s hair smelled like raspberries and champagne.

  “I don’t know what you bathe in,” I said with my mouth pressed against the tender nape of her neck and my hand still wrapped around her wrist, pinning her to the blanket. “But I want to immerse myself in you.”

  I didn’t even think before I spoke, and suddenly I wished I hadn’t. I closed my eyes tightly. But then she stirred beside me.

  “If you like how I smell, imagine how I taste.”

  I think I stopped breathing. Game on.

  I slowly made my way to the opening of her silky pajamas. She arched toward me, and her cleavage sprang my cock to life. My mouth didn’t wait to see if it could unbutton the top button. I held her wrist with one hand and tried to unbutton her top with the other, but the buttons were small and my coordination with one hand wasn’t that great. I started to let go of her wrist when she shook her head.

  “No,” she said. “Rip it.”

  I tore her top open. Her golden locks covered some of her breasts, and it was pure visual eye candy. Her breasts were fair like her skin with dusty nipples that were large, succulent, and perfect. I bent over and pulled one in my mouth. I was rewarded with a low moan. I used my free hand to hold the other breast and feel its full swell and slope. It hung in my hand like it belonged there. I circled her areola and teased her nipple with my thumb while my tongue pulled her other nipple in and out slowly. She softly moaned and raised her hips toward me. With her free hand, she reached for my pants, but I stopped her.

  I gently released her breast and pinned her other hand above her head until she was my captive. I looked down at her and studied her face.

  “How’s your lip?” I gauged the puffiness. “The swelling’s decreased. But how do you feel?”

  She tilted her head. “It’s kind of an odd time to be asking this. Don’t you think?”

  With my hands covering her wrists and her breasts exposed for my viewing pleasure, I coyly smiled. “No, actually.” I leaned over and licked her nipple. “I think now is the perfect time to assess your injuries.” I smiled at the ease of my hospital-speak I used for her benefit. I slowly traced her areola with my tongue and flicked it across her nipple back and forth until it stood at attention.

  “Your nipples, along with your breasts, are magnificently sized,” I said admiringly and then looked up at her. “But if you’re still injured, and you kind of are, I could spend an entire evening arousing every part of your body and all you have to do is lay back and…” I shrugged. “Simply enjoy the ride … without actually having to ride.”

  She slightly giggled. “But, Hayden, what if I want to ride?”

  I removed my hand from her wrist for a brief second to wipe my face with my hand. “As much as I’d like to take you for a ride—and trust me I would,” I rubbed the stubble on my chin as I spoke, “I don’t have any condoms. I was just on a mission to return your scarf and bring you dinner.”

  She smiled. “So instead I get dessert?”

  I nodded with a grin. “Exactly.” I looked down at her sternly. “But,” I said firmly and wagged my finger at her. “Since dessert is my treat, you have to allow me to serve you.”

  I repositioned my hand over her wrist and with her hands pinned beneath me, she looked up and slowly, seductively agreed. I returned my attention and my mouth to her luscious breasts. They were so generous and her cleavage so tight, I knew my cock belonged between them. I may not be able to be fully enjoy Goldie, but there was a lot of Goldie I could still savor. Besides the night was young, and there was a lot of Goldie Locks for this Bear to discover.

  I released one of her wrists so that I could make my way toward her drawstring pants when suddenly her hand was on my belt. She unbuckled it, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans within a matter of seconds. Startled, I looked up at her.

  “ER nurse. Used to getting clothes off someone quickly and urgently in cases of an emergency.”

  I raised an eyebrow and released her nipple. “And what’s the emergency, Nurse Lock?”

  “We’ve got to get your cock between my tits, stat!”

  I slowly wagged my free finger. “This is my dessert tray. I’ll serve the treats when I’m good and ready.”

  Goldie dipped her hand beneath my boxer briefs and tugged tightly on my cock. “But I’m thinking you are good and ready.” The wanton look in her greenish-gold eyes was enough to make me lose sight of the fact that I was the one driving this dessert train. Part of me wanted to release the bear within me and let it ride between her bounty of breasts until I lost my load all over her supple skin, but this wasn’t about me tonight. Come on, Hayden, focus.

  “Don’t make me take away your hand privilege,” I said sternly enough that she took a few last strokes of my cock before releasing her grip and slowly removing her hand.

  Tease.

  “Thank you,” I said as if I wasn’t aware of her game. As soon as her hand was back at her side, I pulled it up over her head and clamped my hand over her wrist.

  “Hey!” She squealed. “I obeyed.”

  I shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s still my dessert, and I decide when you get to taste a sample. You sampled early.” I lightly applied more pressure to her wrist. “There’s always a penalty for sampling early.” Goldie was pinned, and from the gleam in her eye she liked it.

  I kicked off one of my boots and tossed it behind me and then the other. Getting my shirt off was going to be tricky without the use of my hands. I needed something to temporarily tie Goldie up, if even for no other reason than show. I looked around her living room. There weren’t any loose threads hanging from her curtains, or tie-backs holding the curtains away from the wall, or rubber-banded rolled up newspapers scattered along the entry hallway. Even after crashing through her window, everything was in order. I scanned the front door to the foyer back to the fireplace. The entire front room was immaculate.

  “Your house is sterile enough to operate in,” I mumbled.

  She giggled. “What are you looking for? Besides a condom,” she said and started laughing.

  I exhaled loudly and pressed down on her wrists. “We are not starting that up again. Unless…” I started to lift my weight off her. “You want me to leave and take dessert home with me? I’m not against having dessert alone.”

  She straightened her posture beneath me, and her breasts practically stood at attention. Goldie was sexy and adorable at the same time. “Tell me what you need and perhaps I could help?”

  “Sometime to tie you up with, my dear.”

  She grinned. “How about your belt?”

  “Beautiful and resourceful. Hmm. Who knew?” But then I hesitated.

  “You still don’t know how to get your belt without releasing me, do you?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “May I?” She looked up at me. “I promise not to spoil my appetite. I’ll just get the belt.”

  “Fair enough.”

  I released Goldie’s slender hand, and she slipped down and had my belt in her hand before I knew it was off my jeans.

  “ER nurses? And here I was always dating princesses and their wicked stepsisters.”

  Even though I was supposed to use the belt to tie her up, when she reached behind me and pulled my shirt out my jeans, I instinctively ducked so she could pull my shirt over my head. I let go of her other wrist for a brief moment and lifted off the blanket in a one-arm pushup, but unlike when I came crashing through her front window and landed in this position, this time I looked impressive with my bare chest on display. This time she smiled. This time, she noticed.

  Goldie placed her hands above her head. I used my belt to tie them loosely together before I stood above her bare-chested with my jeans open and my cock about to spr
ing free.

  Game time.

  With my jeans off, I touched the tip of my cock and brought a drop of pre-cum to her lips. She licked my finger, and the flecks of gold in her eyes asked for more. I cinched the belt strap around her wrists, and she gasped.

  “If you don’t like how I serve dessert…”

  She shook her head.

  I held onto the strap like a long lead rope with Goldie as my captive. I slightly lifted her head and brought my cock to her mouth.

  “Lick it.”

  Surprise and excitement filled her face.

  “Gently. Don’t suck it. Or I’ll take it away. But lick it. Long, slow, meaningful licks. Make it worth my while or I leave.”

  Her tongue was the same color as her dusty nipples. I carefully placed the tip of my cock against her mouth, and her tongue roved over the deep, hard ridges of my cock with an insatiable hunger. I never allowed my cock to make contact with her lower lip, and it only heightened the pleasure. The more I had to contain her oral engagement around my cock, the more I spurted small spurts of cum in her mouth.

  “Samples,” I said before withdrawing my cock slick with her saliva and my cum. I softly lay her head back down on the blanket, but kept tension on her wrists. Goldie looked up at me for the next play. I wielded total control. It was foreign, and I knew from the spark of desire she liked it.

  I held onto the lead rope and knelt down beside her with my cock aimed toward her breasts.

  “Time for dessert?”

  She nodded.

  Holding the lead rope in one hand, I carefully straddled her so that my wet cock was sandwiched between her milky breasts, and I would soon be buried between her legs. I pulled on the drawstring, and her pants slid off her long, tapered, toned legs.

  Goldie wasn’t golden blonde or white blonde. When it came to the nether regions Goldie’s hair was the color of a lush, ripe strawberry. But it wasn’t just her patch of strawberry hair that drew me to her sweetness. Goldie’s hair was shaped into a heart that began above her clit and ended at her clit. It was as if Cupid himself were directing every lover, or at least the right lover, to the treasure trove itself. I leaned over and took a long, slow savory lick. She tasted like champagne.

  I looked over my shoulder and tugged on the belt strap to gather her attention, though I didn’t need to. Her eyes were already on me or my ass. I wasn’t quite sure.

  “You do taste better than you smell.”

  She raised her heart toward me. “You’re not finished, are you?”

  “Did I say I was finished?” I reached down between my legs and positioned my cock in the center of her breasts and started to slowly gyrate back and forth finding a rhythm that I took to her strawberry heart.

  While I was rocking things back and forth, Goldie used the sides of my thighs as leverage to arch toward me, and if it was at all possible her breasts got larger. My cock slid between her breasts and created a suction that felt almost as good as the real thing.

  Goldie’s hands remained tied behind her head. As I slid my tongue along her clit and buried my mouth inside her, she instinctively arched, pulling her arms back and me almost along with her. It became a push and pull. And the more she pulled back, the more I had to pull forward to keep my mouth on her, my cock buried between her breasts and both of us on course to climax.

  It was rough without being violent. The belt stretched so far between us it snapped and chafed skin. With my cock cushioned between her velvety full breasts, her nipples rubbed against my thighs. My tongue gained momentum against her clit as the rhythm of my cock increased. My body was completely working in tandem. Goldie purred beneath me.

  “Hayden, don’t stop,” she said in a low, breathy voice.

  Her thighs began to tremble, and her body began to shake. The amount of cum that started to ooze from my cock and lather between her breasts created greater force between us. I drove my cock between her breasts as if I was thrusting myself into her. My mouth plunged into her wetness with the craving of man that wanted to please a woman, and I did. More than anything I wanted to bring that golden goddess to ecstasy.

  Somehow she worked her breasts in rapid succession up and down over my cock in a manner that could only be described as divine. My mind and body shut down, and she controlled my cock. I no longer did.

  I wanted to see her. But instead I tasted her. I ate and drank the sweet nectar that exploded from her when she arched her back for the final time and released an explosion of flavor in my mouth. Her voice raised toward the sparkled ceiling that I imagined had parted and opened to the sky, and even the man in the moon was envious of the siren cry, the euphoria Goldie emitted when ecstasy was hers.

  Hearing her climax, my thighs tightened, my hand clamped down on her thighs as my cock exploded between her breasts. My hand released the lead rope, and I gently slid off her. I moved up toward her. Her dusty nipples had turned crimson, beads of sweat had collected on the swell of her breasts, and she collapsed against my chest. I gently pushed the hair off her face and kissed her bottom lip that fortunately wasn’t nearly as swollen.

  “Since I still owe you dinner, how about I make it up with breakfast? I make the most amazing pumpkin spice pancakes you will ever taste. Combined with maple honey syrup.” I slightly elbowed her. “I don’t want to brag, but I’ve been told it’s better than anything Hansel or Gretel offer for brunch.”

  She smiled and kissed me. “I have to work in a few hours.”

  I leaned my head against hers. “Goldie, no. Call in sick. Tell them you were punched by some beast. I am a Bear. It’s not too far from the truth.”

  She giggled against me. “Rain check?”

  “Is that a joke?”

  She laughed again.

  I was about to kiss her when there was a loud, clearly audible knock on the front door. I glanced at my watch. It was three in the morning. “What the hell?” I looked at the door and then back at Goldie. “Is that your ride to work or something?”

  Her cheeks suddenly tinged with heat. “Crap.”

  “What?”

  “I think it’s your brother, Dylan.”

  Chapter Six

  “So how was your date?”

  I held up my finger and wagged it like a dog’s tail. “Nuh-uh. First you’ve got to tell me about your hair. What the heck, Rapunzel? Are those like seven feet extensions?”

  Her hair was a lighter shade of blonde than mine, almost white-blonde, and hung past her waist and swung like a thick rope. There wasn’t a man in The Enchanted Forest tavern that wasn’t checking her out.

  “Do you like it?” She glanced over her shoulder. “It almost touches the floor!”

  “Do I like it?” I squealed with her. “It’s fantabulous. But seriously how long is it?”

  She shrugged. “At least four feet. I wanted something different. It’s bad enough I’m stuck in that ivory tower all day with only one window to look out and scarcely a visitor to come see me.”

  “The life of an academic can’t be easy,” I said.

  “I just didn’t think it would be this lonely.”

  “Maybe you’re just so intellectual that no one else feels smart enough to come up to your office in the tower and problem-solve with you,” I said.

  Rapunzel purposefully shook her head so her new, longer locks would be the envy of everyone in The Enchanted Forest, academic or not.

  I elbowed her. “See, that’s the spirit. Besides, if your new hair doesn’t get someone up to that tower, I’m not sure what will. Though,” I said and lifted my martini glass toward her, “your hair is so long now you could just toss it out the window of your office and let some man climb up to you.”

  She raised her glass and gently clinked it against mine. “To discovering new ways of meeting men.”

  We both took a long, slow sip of our Appletini.

  “Oh, that’s yummy,” I said.

  “Yeah, Doc hired a new bartender, Snow something, and that girl can mix up a martini. Apples are her sp
ecialty. It’s her poison.”

  “Right.” I took another sip and slowly glanced around the tavern. It was hopping for a Wednesday night. “Where’s Ariel? I thought she was meeting us, too?”

  “Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you. She texted that her boss, Sebastian, was keeping her at work and she’d be running late. Apparently the guy’s a real crab,” Rapunzel said.

  “Bummer. I always like our weekly get-together. Same bar, same barstool, it’s our thing.” I placed my martini glass down on the bar with a little too much force.

  Doc looked at me from the other end of the bar and shook his head.

  “Sorry,” I said in his direction and then leaned toward my bestie and spoke under my breath. “And I thought his brother Grumpy was hard to deal with. Sheesh.”

  “Okay, little miss redirect,” Rapunzel said. “You’re not getting out of spilling the beans about your date with Mr. Honey Pot wine … what’s his name again?”

  “Dylan.”

  “Oh, that bad, huh?”

  “What?” I raised my shoulders and my eyebrows defensively.

  “The drop in your voice? I thought you were excited about this Bear guy.”

  I drew a deep breath. “I was excited,” I lowered both my shoulders and my eyebrows. “I mean I am excited about this Bear guy, but then—” I exhaled and looked at my friend. “Everything’s a mess.”

  “Oh, no, what happened? Didn’t he take you to The Magic Oven? I hear that place is redonkulously romantic.”

  I titled my head toward the ceiling in the tavern that was lit by candle chandeliers and wondered what it would be to have a drink with Hayden beneath the fire’s flame. “Wrong brother,” I said.

  “What?”

  I lowered my head, and Rapunzel pushed my hair off my shoulder. “Dylan took me to The Magic Oven. He was the one I came home to find asleep in my bed. But then his brother, Hayden, showed up and interviewed us for the radio station, and there was this chemistry between us…”