Hook, Line And Sinker (BBW Shifter Romance) (FisherBears Book 1)

by Becca Fanning

  “Whoa, whoa, relax. We did it together. And we still have to land this thing, don’t forget that,” he said.

  She stopped kissing him when her old question came back to her. “Hey, before you said I put a towel down the trash chute.”

  “A fuckin’ expensive towel.”

  “Yeah…how did you know that?” she straightened and looked him in the eyes. He was spying on me! “You were spying on me!”

  “Hold up girl,” Dragon started.

  “Wait, that’s the little glass bubbles all over the jet? Your little spy cameras? You watched me in the bathroom?” Iyesha gasped, hoping she wasn’t overplaying her hand. “You watched me shower?”

  “Uhh…look the cameras are just there, they always on. I…” Dragon sighed.

  “You pervert.” Iyesha said.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

  “You horny little pervert,” she said, her hand going down to his groin. She grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. “You watched me clean my body after you used me like your little fuck doll and you were sitting up here, playing with yourself!” She felt his manhood throb at her accusatory language.

  “I wasn’t touching’ myself,” Dragon said, but he groaned as she squeezed his cock even harder. “Shit, ok, I was watching’ you. And I liked what I saw. Fuck it.”

  “Aha!” Iyesha exclaimed triumphantly. “What should we do with you, you little pervert? You just sat there earlier while I serviced you under the table. I think one good turn deserves another,” Iyesha said, sitting up from his lap. She spun around away from him and bent over, bracing her arms against the co-pilot’s chair. “Time to have your cake and eat it too.”

  Dragon hit another switch, engaging the autopilot again. He hit a lever under his chair and it spun in place, putting his face at her fanny. His hands went up her thighs, pushing the dress up as they went. He nibbled on back of her thighs, elicited squeals from her. When he got up to her ass, he flipped the bottom of her dress over her hips, exposing her panties.

  Iyesha felt his fingers rub along her slit, her pussy already wet and soaking through her panties. I need him to make me come so bad! As if reading her mind, she felt her panties being pulled to one side as Dragon’s tongue met her hot wet sex. She felt him lapping at her honeypot like a thirsty dog, drinking down her juices with fervor. She bit into the leather headrest and moaned, her legs shaking as she exploded in orgasm. She felt something release inside her, like a dam breaking.

  Dragon tried to catch all of Iyesha’s cum as she squirted, her orgasm reducing her to a whimpering mewling creature. Her hot wetness dribbled down over his chin. He didn’t stop his licking, his tongue darting forward between the cleft of her labia to jab her clit. She tried to recoil from his lusty attentions to her overstimulated region, but he held her thighs in place and continued to lick.

  “Aaaaaa,” she screamed, rocketing through another orgasm as his tongue prodded her clit relentlessly. Her abs spasmed as she collapsed over the side of the chair. Her hair lay all across her head, sticking to her sweatily. “Ok, I give. My pussy can’t take any more.”

  “Aight, I’m done with the pussy, girl,” Dragon said, still holding her thighs.

  What’s he-oh, Oh, OH! Iyesha felt his tongue move up from her pussy..

  Dragon’s tongue gently dove in between Iyesha’s full butt cheeks. His hands came up from her thighs and pried them apart, giving him easy access to her little balloon knot. He licked the full length of her ass, then wiggled his tongue back down to begin jabbing against her sphincter. The feel of his full tongue deep inside her and the knowledge that he’d used it on every orifice she had drove her over the edge again.

  Iyesha came again, spent but her body convulsing nonetheless. She concentrated on breathing, as if she would die if she didn’t. Just breathe…in. Out. In. Out. “Oh God, oh God. Please…no more. I can’t take it. I’m all out of fuck.”

  Chuckling, Dragon released his grip on her. “You sure you done?”

  “Seriously, I’m going to join a convent now. Take the vows, throw a padlock on this pussy,” Iyesha said. As she lifted her head off the chair headrest she saw a large puddle of drool that she must have expelled. Great, I came out of both ends. Oh well. She wiped it up with the skirt of her dress and plopped down into the seat.

  “Don’t put that pussy on lockdown just yet. The first day ain’t even over. We got a whole weekend ahead of us!” he said, slapping his hand down on her thigh. “Hot clubs, hot beaches, hot hot tubs. It ain’t no sprint, girl. It’s a marathon!”

  I am going to need a wheelchair if he so much as rubs my neck. Iyesha looked out the window at the sky, growing darker as the sun retreated over the horizon. Even the thought of a massage, strong hands plying her tired muscles, made her sex cry out in revolt. She heard Dragon humming next to her, and the soft sounds made her eyelids heavy. She closed them and was instantly asleep.

  Iyesha was laying on a the edge of a hard stone cliff, high up in the mountains. All around her, in every direction, open skys spread out to the edge of the horizon. Far below, banks of clouds spun like milk in a huge bowl of cereal. Wind whipped at her, catching her white cotton peasant gown and billowing it out behind her. What am I doing here?

  Before she had time to consider an answer, a roar boomed from overhead. She turned to see a huge dragon land behind her, his massive wings folding down against his back. His scales were rigid, overlapping, save one spot on his chest, where a large brilliant diamond replaced a scale. She stood, slowly backing away from the massive beast.

  “Good boy…nice boy…no need to get excited,” she cooed at the dragon. Why am I talking to it like it’s a puppy? Her foot almost stepped back into the void, but she caught herself at the last moment. Glancing back, the cliff fell off into clouds miles below. A deep throaty growl snapped her head back.

  The dragon advanced towards her slowly, it’s thick hard tail between it’s legs. Wait…that’s not a tail!

  “Hey! Put on your seatbelt!” Dragon said as he jostled Iyesha out of her dream. His hands went back to the control stick in front of him.

  “Uurf!” Iyesha grunted, wiping her face and sitting up in the co-pilot’s seat. That’s one to save for the therapist. Her hands groggily went to her restraints and she buckled herself in. She glanced over at Dragon, the large diamond in his ear twinkling as the plane plunged down through a cloud bank.

  Emerging through it, Iyesha caught her first sights of Tahiti in the dying dusk. Evening was about to set in, and the island’s outer perimeter was lit up with street lamps, house lights, and traffic. The inner core of the island was dark, a wilderness refuge. She could see the airport coming in quickly, a long strip of lights beckoning them in.

  Dragon finished his verbal checks with the control tower and made the final descent. The landing gear unfolded below the plane. He confidently led the jet down towards the strip, touching down with the lightest of bumps. Lights and hangars zipped past until the brakes kicked in, slowing the jet to let it complete it’s trip at the end of the runway.

  “There’s only one airport in Tahiti, and it ain’t private. So there is gonna be a crowd. Security will make sure there’s a path to the car,” Dragon said, leading the jet to a large hangar. A crowd was forming inside, being held back by a line of security guards. Dragon motioned towards the growing crowds, “Someone bribes someone at the airport, finds out where a VIP is comin’ in, then puts the info on the web. Makes it hard to get around sometimes.” The jet finished pulling into the hangar and Dragon began turning off the engines and other jet systems.

  Iyesha unbuckled herself and stood, stretching. She stifled a yawn, rubbed her eyes, and walked out of the cockpit. Back in the lounge area, she remembered her purse. I think I left it on the bar. It wasn’t on the bar, but glancing behind the bar revealed it. It lay flopped open, amid a pile of glass and opened cabinets. I wonder how much that turbulence cost? She hoped that priceless cognac back in the bedroom fared better than these bottle
s. Wiping broken glass off her purse, she picked it up. It felt a little heavier, but she had been without it for almost a day.

  “You ready to go?” Dragon asked, walking into the lounge. “Security is ready. Just walk straight to the car and get in.”

  “Are you really going to give me advice on walking now? I’ve managed my whole life without you, so I think I can handle a twenty second walk to a car,” Iyesha responded curtly. She closed her purse and threw it over one shoulder.

  “Aight girl, you right, you right,” Dragon responded with a smile. His hand hit a button on at the wall panel and the door to the jet slid to the side. “Showtime!”

  Iyesha joined Dragon as they walked down the staircase. The air of the hangar was warm, scented by a refreshing coastal breeze that you can only get in the deep Pacific. The second thing Iyesha noticed was the throng of humanity that crowded in this hangar. It hadn’t looked like much from the cockpit, but clearly the crowd had surged in the past few minutes. The cheers, cries and yelps were deafening.

  “Dragon!”

  “Ay’ yo’ Dragon!”

  “He’s so hot!”

  Then the camera flashes began. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Iyesha was blinded by a wall of white strobing light as the paparazzi and photogs in the crowd unleashed hell. She put up her hand to block the flashes and nearly stumbled into a row of security guards holding the crowd back. She felt a strong hand grab her arm.

  “Not a good place for a nap,” Dragon said, steadying her and leading her through the tunnel of security towards the waiting limo. He opened the door for her, pushed her in roughly and hopped in behind her. “Let’s go, Syd.”

  “Yes, sir,” the driver responded.

  Iyesha sat up in her seat and began to look around the interior of the stretch limo when the door flew open, light and camera flashes flooding in. As the door closed behind him, Maxwell took a seat on the far row of seats. “Good evening, Dragon. Ms. Barnes. I trust you had a safe and uneventful flight.”

  Iyesha couldn’t help but pick up on an accusatory tone in Maxwell’s voice. The limo pulled out of the hangar as security separated the crowd to let it pass. Soon they were on a dark expressway that circled the island, the bright moon above adding to the glow of the streetlamps.

  Sighing, Dragon leaned back and closed his eyes. “What’s up Max? Can’t this wait until tomorrow? I ain’t in no mind for business.”

  “Unfortunately this can’t really wait. There are two things I had to bring to your attention tonight. First, I booked you an appearance at the Tulassa tomorrow night.”

  “Just an appearance? Fine. Fuck it.”

  “Well, it would go a long way if you got up on stage,” Maxwell said.

  “Vay Cay Shun, motherfucker. Do you know what that means? It means no gigs, no performances, no interviews,” Dragon said, his temper getting the better of him.

  “Look Andre, it’s a great opportunity to get some positive press. You’re about to release a mixtape and some club video going viral would help that a lot.”

  “Ok, ok. I’ll get up on stage and do a few tracks. Now just please let me relax.”

  “Uhh, there’s the second thing. Lil Buck is here too.”

  Dragon opened his eyes and looked right at Maxwell. His jaw muscles pulsed as he clenched his jaw. “What’s he doing here?”

  Whoa, who the hell is Lil Buck? “Who the hell is Lil Buck?” Iyesha asked. She looked from Dragon to Maxwell, and neither seemed to hear her question.

  “He’s just some wannabe,” Dragon muttered. “He thinks he can make a name for himself by calling me out and fucking with me. He ain’t shit.”

  “Oh, then who cares? Don’t worry, if he messes with you I’ll kick his ass,” Iyesha said, smiling over at Dragon. Dragon began to smile back, but quickly looked away.

  Maxwell passed a suspicious eye over both of them, then went on. “Ms. Barnes, the important thing here is that you stay with Dragon at all times. See to his needs, and do not try to contact anyone or share information on social media.”

  “Kinda hard because you took my phone back in Dallas…” Iyesha muttered.

  “Your contract holds whether you are using your phone or someone else’s. And do not share your itinerary with anyone else.”

  “Yeah, leaks are your job,” Dragon said to Maxwell, accusingly.

  Maxwell frowned back at Dragon and shook his head. The limo stopped in front of a massive glass facade building. “Looks like we’re here. The concierge will help you to your room, Ms. Barnes. I’ll send someone for you at 7am. Get some rest, Dragon.” Maxwell opened the door and stepped out, walking through the hotel door.

  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.