by Milly Taiden
“Oh. My. God!”
There was no stopping her whimpers any longer. Nor the wiggling of her hips as he rolled his tongue over her clit then down to her entrance, sucking at her sleek core, making slurping noises she was even more turned on by.
A loud rumble sounded from his chest as he fucked her pussy with his tongue. She pushed back into the sofa, her muscles almost locking from the quick rise to the edge.
The delicious torture didn’t stop there. He slid a finger into her, hooking it and rubbing her insides at the same time he sucked on her clit.
She didn’t get a single warning. The winding tension at her core snapped to the point she was shoved into the wild waves of pleasure. She screamed louder than she ever had. A call for Ky tore from her throat.
The orgasm pushed to the forefront, taking her breath away. An explosion of desire washed over her tense muscles, cooling her sizzling pores. Her legs shook on his shoulders. It was unlike any other experience. No man had ever made her body’s need for him scorch her from the inside. There had never been an orgasm that left her spent. Her body ached as though she’d run miles and worked out like she hadn’t in years.
“Christ!”
She blinked her vision back into focus and watched Ky slide his cheek on her thigh. Then he kissed her and repeated it with her other thigh.
She leaned forward, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him, enjoying the taste of her own body on his lips.
“Mmm.”
With a gentle push, she got him to lay back on the carpet, their kiss unbroken. She met his gaze. His eyes had gone the color of the most clear-cut emeralds. Beautiful. It was the way he stared at her that made her breath catch in her chest. Like she was the sexiest woman in the world and he never wanted to look away. The heat of his gaze and the hardness of his arousal were like pulsing electrical currents through her veins. She didn’t know how or why, but being there with him felt absolutely right. Any question of proceeding with a man she hardly knew were pushed out of her mind. There was a connection between them, deeper than even she wanted to analyze.
SIX
She straddled him, stroking her slick pussy over his cock in a slow glide.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
He grabbed her tits and fondled her, tweaking her nipples with his calloused thumbs. She curved into his touch, moving her body forward.
“Oh, yes. Do that. I like when you tug on my nipples,” she moaned, need burning tight in her chest.
He did it again. “Sweetheart, you need to let me in you or I will embarrass myself if you keep sliding yourself on my dick.”
She lifted her hips and grabbed his slick cock with one hand to place it at the entrance of her sex. He pulsed in her hand, hard and hot. She met his gaze, a world of communication happened without either saying a word. Then, she pressed down. For every inch she slid down, her lungs burned hotter. She dug her nails into the mat of hair on his chest, using him for leverage.
“Oh, God...”
He slid his hands down from tweaking her nipples to hold her by the waist.
“I’m sorry, darling,” he bit out through his clenched jaw.
“Why?” she asked with a gasp. The feeling of being stretched overpowered her senses.
“I can’t do slow any longer,” he growled. All of a sudden the world shifted. She was on her back with Ky pumping deep into her from above.
She gasped as he pressed his cock further and further, until she could swear there wasn’t a single inch of space in her he couldn’t reach.
He groaned, “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Brushing his lips on the side of her neck, he pulled back. The quick thrust that followed tore a moan from her. She gripped his slick arms, digging her nails in an unforgiving bite. He licked her shoulder, grazing his teeth over her hot skin.
“Yes!” she encouraged. “More. Do me harder.”
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so tight I’m having a hard time controlling myself.”
Control? What control? She’d given up on control a long time ago.
“I think,” she panted. “The better words are...you’re goddamned huge!”
He stopped inside her and laughed, the sound reverberating between them. “You’re really good for my ego.”
She wasn’t exaggerating either. He really was the biggest she’d ever had. And that spoke volumes since— not that she was easy or anything —she’d been with her fair share of men. Bear man had it going on in size, depth and stroke.
He thrust and propelled back.
Deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
The sliding of his body over hers turned into a reminder of how delectable it was to have him filling her, taking her. Breaths puffed out of her lips in short quick bursts.
He lowered his head and kissed her, skating his tongue over her lips. In and out of her mouth in tandem with each plunge of his cock into her. Hunger expanded in her chest almost to near bursting. A new craving had taken over her body. She needed to come. Had to have him make her reach that peak she rarely got to go with a man.
Almost as if he’d read her mind, his drives turned harsher, animalistic. A rumble sounded from his chest. His bear was close to the surface and that only made him wilder. Lust raged inside her, blacking out everything but him. His body pressed her to the rug. He skimmed his hands up to her face to hold her head at the angle he wanted for his kisses.
A storm brewed in her blood. Then came that moment where her muscles tightened. She broke their kiss, searching for much needed air.
“Oh, Ky...” she choked.
He nibbled on her jaw and earlobe. “Come. Your body’s ready and I want to feel your pussy tight on my cock.”
She couldn’t breathe or think or do more than feel the tension snap and a flood of pleasure assault her. A loud moan rushed up her throat and left her dry lips. Stars burst in the back of her lids. The world slowed to a crawl where only the sound of her heartbeats filled her ears.
His thrusts slowed. His body tensed above hers. Their gazes met. An inexplicable connection she’d felt there the moment he opened his eyes grew between them. He threw his head back and roared at the same time his cock pulsed inside her. Streams of cum filled her channel with his seed. He rolled them over, still inside her, until she lay on top of him again. They stayed that way for what felt like hours but was probably more like a few minutes, trying to catch their breaths.
“I have an idea,” Ky said, his voice rough and deep.
“Hmmm?” She didn’t have the energy to say actual words.
Heck, just thinking of moving away from her giant muscle man bed made her wince.
“Want to go to a bed?” He kissed her forehead, the brush of his lips on her sweaty skin felt wonderful.
He stroked his hands down her back to her ass and then back up again. It was a sensual embrace that stirred her desire for him anew.
“Mmmhmm.”
He chuckled. “What about some food? I’m starving.”
“Feed me, Sexy Bear.”
He cupped her head, tugging it up to look into her eyes with a smile that melted any brain cells she had left. “I’ll do more than feed you, beautiful. I’ll take care of you.”
Her heart flipped in her chest at the real concern she saw in his gaze. Maybe sex so quickly wouldn’t mess up their budding relationship. Like she could keep her hands off him now. Sex with Ky had been the best decision she’d made aside from getting Mrs. Wilder to hook her up.
Being with the bear had been like winning the sexual lottery. Not only had he rocked her world with his tongue, but he had a cock to match. All her life she’d wanted a man that could give her attention, great sex and was not an asshole. It only took getting hooked up with a different species to get what she wanted. She already knew that she wanted more with her bear.
* * *
Ky brought a tray of snacks to the table and chairs he’d set up by the creek behind his house. It was early still and he knew he’d
have to go deal with some of his clan problems later. Much later. Right now he was focused on the curvy woman bending over in the water. Nita dipped into the water, flashing her ass as she did. The royal blue two piece bikini did nothing to hide the luscious body she had. Or her ass and what an ass that was.
She was more than he could have ever imagined she’d be as an adult. Sexy, funny but with a sensuality she probably didn’t even know she possessed. Their years apart had been good to her. She wasn’t the shy girl with body issues she used to be. He’d never understood it. Her curves seemed pretty damn perfect to him. Then again, he loved him a woman with some ass to grab and hips to grip. Not to mention her breasts.
He glanced down at his erection and shook his head. The semi-aroused state he’d been in since opening his eyes and finding Nita in his kitchen had not gone away. If his intentions weren’t to keep her as his mate, he might have felt like a pervert.
She looked up and smiled. That smile of hers reached into his chest and warmed his heart. He waved her over to the table he’d set up with snacks for them. She’d always loved fruit. His sister had made a point of stocking his fridge with all of Nita’s favorites. He had no idea how she’d found out, but he was grateful for Jess. He wore his black framed glasses now. She’d already seen them, but had gotten him to promise he’d wear them the next time they had sex. She’d said he looked really sexy wearing them.
“Hey, that looks awesome,” she said, rushing over and picking up a towel.
“Are you cold?”
“A little. It’s not as warm as it should be in order to be getting into that creek.” She snuggled into the towel. He frowned when she bounced on her heels trying to warm herself up.
Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing up and down her sides to warm her up. She glanced up, her eyes filled with an openness he hadn’t noticed before.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice low and seductive. There was something else there, more than just need or lust. He couldn’t define it, but he liked it.
Thump
The sound of something hitting the ground broke the moment. He glanced around and noticed a branch rolling off his wood shed.
She cleared her throat and sat down, grabbing a plate and piling it up with fruit. “This reminds me of the whole cabin in the woods from scary movies.”
He chuckled and sat across from her, watching her take bites of watermelon and strawberry.
“It’s really not that scary up here. In the dead of winter I put up some floodlights around the pathways for anyone that might get lost.”
She shook her head and scrunched her nose. “I don’t know if I could be walking around here unless there was some form of brightness to ease my fear of the dark.”
“You’re afraid of the dark?” He blinked, trying not to show the surprise he felt. That was something he’d never known about her.
She shrugged. He sensed her unease. She wrapped the towel tighter around her shoulders. Her gaze dropped down to her plate. “Yeah. It’s something from when I was a kid.”
The way she hesitated brought out his curiosity. That was an action that the younger Nita would have done. The woman he’d seen so far didn’t have that insecurity so it worried him that whatever caused her fear was still present in her life. “What happened?”
A loose tendril of her hair dropped from her ponytail and floated over her shoulder. With the sunlight showcasing her beautiful caramel skin, he had no problem sitting there and staring at her for hours.
“Not much. Just kids. Kids can be mean.” She sighed.
He knew that. He’d been picked on as a kid for being slim compared to the other kids in the clan. Even his father had picked on him. To add insult to injury, his need to wear glasses and braces made the comments hurtful and cruel. He’d never told anyone, though. Not even his wonderful mother and sister. He learned to tell himself that he wouldn’t always be the little guy. That one day he’d grow up and be able to defend himself against bullies.
That day was his eighteenth birthday. It seemed puberty hit him overnight. Muscles had filled out his once puny arms. The braces had gone and women were noticing him in a new light. Even his father had stopped speaking to him like a weakling and started addressing him like the future clan leader.
“What does that have to do with you being afraid of the dark?”
She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. “When I was twelve some girls invited me to a sleepover party. I thought they wanted to be friends.” Shadows crossed her features. Pain. Sadness. “I never did anything with anyone other than Tally, my cousin. So this was something new.” She cleared her throat and glanced up, away from him and to the distance. “Anyway, they asked me to get something in one of the closets and closed the door behind me, locking me in.”
He knew she was reliving the nightmare with the way her breaths quickened and how fast she rushed the words out. She picked up a glass of iced tea and took a sip. Her hand shook bringing the glass back to the table.
He didn’t want to say anything to sound like he was pitying her, but he knew all too well how difficult being mistreated by other children could feel.
“What happened then?”
She gave a dry laugh. “Not much. I pounded on the door, kicked, screamed and cried. I could hear them calling me all kinds of names because of my weight.” She licked her lips, pursing them before going on. “Eventually one of the parents showed up to check on us, noticed I wasn’t there and made the girls tell them where I was.”
Jesus. His chest throbbed from the pressure of holding back the urge to roar. To stomp around and knock down a few trees. Knowing she’d been through something like that increased his urge to hold her and make things that much better for her.
“It’s okay,” she said, obviously reading his features. “I’m not fond of small spaces either but the dark is what gets me.”
He’d light up that forest like a fucking Christmas tree if it made her feel better. His bear huffed inside. Neither liked the idea of Nita being afraid.
“What about you? Are you scared of anything?” She smiled, the dark shadows leaving her eyes.
“Does my own cooking count?”
She burst into laughter. The sound soothed his agitated bear.
“No. But I will admit that I’m not the best cook either. Don’t feel too bad. I usually eat out.” She picked up a piece of strawberry and took a tiny bite. The juice coated her lips. Animal instinct told him to lick it off her lips, but he fought it. They’d done a lot more than kiss for the past few hours. He could control himself. He would control himself. Even if it gave him blue balls.
“Tell me one of your biggest pet peeves,” she said suddenly.
“Hmmm, I guess women who try to be something they’re not. I don’t want the perfect woman, I just want someone who is comfortable in her own skin. Someone who wants to genuinely be with me. No drama. No bullshit.” He knew what he wanted. Her. “Your turn. Biggest pet peeve?”
She bit her lip in thought.
“Uh-oh. Are you one of those that have a laundry list of things you dislike?” he joked.
She laughed. “Now I might not tell you.”
“Come on, I was kidding.” He grinned. “You gotta admit you took long enough to worry me.”
“You are so bad. So, pet peeve. I guess if I had to pick, my biggest pet peeve is liars. I try to be honest at all times about everything with people. Especially in a relationship. I hate it when men say one thing and then I find out they have five other women they’re dating and a handful of baby mommas.” She raised her brows. “Do you have any baby mamas you need to tell me about?”
He almost fell out his chair laughing. “No.” He chortled. “No baby mamas here. I am keeping my need to have babies locked away until I get a mate.”
“Good man. Waiting for marriage. I hope you’re not expecting a ring after last night,” she flirted, her gaze dropping down to his lips. “I mean, you’d need to show me more skills before I can d
ecide on something so important.”
“You need more skills? Will my genius math skills help?”
“Are you?” she asked, laughter sparkled in the depth of her eyes. “Are you a genius?”
“When I was a kid most others thought I was too smart for my own good.” Smart and scrawny.
Her eyes widened and she blinked, her jaw hanging open. “Were you a geek?”
“You don’t need to sound so surprised.” He twisted his lips in a wry smile. “I’m not all brawn and no brains.”
She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip, licking the juice from the strawberries. Talk about torture in the first degree.
“Oh, I know you’re more than just brawn. It takes some serious smart to do some the stuff you did with your tongue.” She winked.
Heat crowded his cheeks. She made him blush. That was a new one. He hadn’t blushed in almost fifteen years. “That’s it, I won’t say anything else or you’ll definitely peg me a geek.”
She laughed, the sound sweet music to his ears. “It can’t be that bad.”
He folded his arms over his chest, enjoying the way she stared at him. She couldn’t have denied she wanted him. It was clear for him to see and scent. “Yes it can.”
“What’s your favorite movie?”
“Star Trek. The original, not that remake crap they have.”
Her mouth formed into a surprised O.
“I told you.”
She waved her hand. “A lot of people like that. That doesn’t make you a geek.”
Wind tossed loose tendrils of her hair around her shoulders. He loved the sight of her skin shining from the sun and water. The bronze color glowed in the light.
“All right, suit yourself.” He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. She might figure out who he was if he kept talking about his past. He might look different, but the things he’d enjoyed as a teen were the same he liked as an adult.
“Hmmm.” She leaned forward and tapped the table. “What’s your favorite TV show?”
“Doctor Who.”
She frowned. “Who?”
“Yeah.”
“What?”