by Renee Jordan
“You're not that bad of a dancer,” Thomas said. “Not bad at all. But you really need to prove yourself. Show me I'm not wasting my time.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Are you stealing my lines? You're the one that needs to prove himself.”
“Why?”
I blinked at him. “Why? So you can get laid.”
“Aren't you the one looking to get laid? You came to me. So really dance. Show me why I should go home with you and not another woman.”
My eyes narrowed. “What other woman? There's no one at the reception you would have a better time with than me.”
“Prove it.”
“Oh, I will.”
I spun around in his arms, letting the fast paced song's beat tremble through me. I pressed my curvy ass into his crotch. He was hard. I smiled. He wanted me. I ground back on his girth, my pussy growing warmer. I shifted and undulated. His hands slid around, grasping my stomach as I worked back against him.
“Better.”
“Only better?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “You're telling me this isn't amazing?”
I undulated my hips, grinding back on him. I would show him I was more than good enough to take home. My head swam with sensations, buzzing on the beer and roaring with the fire. His strong hands massaged me through my dress, sending flutters racing up and down my body. His breath warmed my neck and ear. It quickened. His heart thudded in his chest as I pressed back into him.
“I think I'm boiling your blood,” I panted as I swayed faster, letting the music and the excitement of his touch swell through me. “I think I'm doing amazing. If all you can say is better, maybe I should go back and dance with Wayne.”
“But it's your blood that's boiling.” His lips were near my ear. His voice a deep rumble. Such a sweet sound. “It's your heart that's racing. Your hips move because I excite them. You want to please me.”
I let out a frustrated moan, a mix of horniness and annoyance. “This isn't how you're supposed to act.”
“I'm supposed to worship you?” His hands slid higher up my dress, brushing the bottoms of my breasts. “I'm supposed to flatter you?”
“Yes,” I hissed. His hard cock pressed against my swaying rear. I knew I inspired him. “Stop being a dick and say it.”
“You are a blunt one.” He turned me around, his hands sliding down my back to grip my rear. Those large, manly hands squeezed, pulling me against him. “You love being the center of attention.”
“Of course I do,” I grinned at him as I ground on him. My nipples ached in my dress. My arms went around his neck as I stared up into his blue eyes. They were so dark now, almost black. An animal passion lurked in them. His grin verged on the hungry maw of a beast. A predator hungry for my flesh. “And you want me to admit that you make me hot, huh? Wet? Excited.”
“I know you're wet.” He inhaled, his eyes closing for a moment, his grin growing hungrier. “I can smell it, Penny. What a delicious musk. Tart and salty, passionate and exciting.”
“And I made you hard,” I grinned, grinding my hips, pressing my crotch against his hard cock. “I can feel it. You're thick, throbbing, in pain. You want me.”
“We want each other.”
“Yes,” I breathed and pulled his neck down to kiss him. I wanted this man. The dancing, the alcohol, the joy at seeing Kotie in her white dress and with her wolf had left me ravenous. I wanted love, but I would settle for being fucked hard by a man. An alpha male who had the strength to enjoy my curves.
Thomas.
Chapter Two
The evening air cooled my burning face as I stumbled out of the VFW Hall, Thomas's arm around my shoulders, mine around his thick torso. He was such a stout man. Wonderful to lean against. Big, muscular, a rock in living flesh. He hungered. The kiss we shared inside transformed my blood into liquid fire.
“My house is closer,” I moaned, shifting my hips. I needed this man in me. How long had it been since I had gotten laid? Three days? Four?
Did I hook up with Kiernan on Wednesday or Tuesday?
What did it matter. Kiernan was a cute wolf shifter, but he was a puppy compared to Thomas. My nipples tingled and a hot ripple rushed across my skin, leaving me shivering and leaning against my shifter. My hand slid down and grabbed his ass.
Firm. Powerful. He would fuck me so hard.
I needed that. I needed to come. So badly. My head swam. The stars danced overhead, celebrating the man I found tonight. I stared up at them and smiled, loving their twinkling beauty while the moon rose to the east, spilling silvery rays about us.
“My truck's over there,” I said, pointing.
“You're too drunk to drive,” Thomas said. “I'm too drunk to drive. We'll walk.”
“Walk,” I groaned. “We could go to my truck. It has a flat bed. It's roomy.” I whispered that last word into his ear, standing on my tiptoes. My balance slipped, and I leaned into him. His powerful arms held me.
“And ruin your dress in your filthy truck?”
Before I could protest, his arms scooped me up. I wasn't a skinny model that barely weighed a hundred pounds. I was a woman with curves and beauty. Thomas didn't even grunt. He picked me up like I was made of styrofoam. I giggled, my arm slipping around his head.
“Mmm, yes, I like this. That way.” My fingers ran through his black hair as I stared at his face. My fingers tightened. “Take me home so I can ravage your body.”
He moved at a jog. “Ravage me?”
I nodded my head. “I want to lick and nibble on every bit of you.” My fingers moved down to the buttons of his dress shirt. I fumbled with them. His white undershirt glowed in the moonlight. Dark chest hair curled around the edges. It stretched across his muscles. “Oh, yes, I'm gonna love this body.”
My fingernails dug into the undershirt, scratching at his pectoral muscles beneath. So hard. Iron. Steel. Diamond. My toes curled in my heels as another rush of excitement trembled through my body as he carried me through the night. He didn't stop for a rest. He held me and jogged to my house. The cool air rushed by me, trying to steal my ardor's heat.
It failed.
Thomas lit an inferno inside of me. Nothing could snuff it out short of heaving beneath his muscular body. I squirmed in his arms, my excitement building as I played with his chest hair, pushing aside his undershirt to twine the curls about my body. I loved men with hair. It was manly and powerful.
“You're a bear shifter,” I realized as we neared my house. “And I know why you want me.”
“Why?” he asked. He wasn't even winded. The stamina he had. How long could he fuck me? All night?
“Because I'm so sweet. You want to taste my honey.” I gave a wicked giggle. “I have so much, too.”
“I know,” he growled. “I can smell it.” He licked his lips. A liquid, burning warmth spread between my thighs as I shivered in his arms.
He crossed my lawn to my porch. I had a small house. I bought it from Miss Maggie. She garnished my wages to cover the payments. The amount was so low, a token really. She was such a generous bear shifter. My surrogate mama-bear.
Thomas set me down on the porch. I almost fell over on to my ass, but he caught me. I hit the door and giggled, my head swimming. “I think I forgot how to stand.”
He put a steadying arm around my waist. “I have you.”
“Mmm, you do,” I said. I felt so safe with his arm around me as I fumbled in my clutch purse—bought to match my dress and look cute at the wedding—until I found my keys. Then I fumbled to get the right one into the lock.
The door swung open. Thomas swept me into his arms. Our lips met. His stubble rasped against my cheeks. I loved that. My pussy tingled. I couldn't wait for him to go down on me. His tongue thrust into my mouth. Thick, bold, perfect for cunnilingus.
I walked backwards, his hands sliding up my skirt to grab my ass. I had a thong on, my naked butt-cheeks available to his grasping hands. He squeezed hard, his fingers digging into my bubbly butt. I moaned into the kiss, my eyes squeeze
d shut. I dropped my purse on an end table by my couch as we stumbled by. I didn't break the kiss.
I wanted to keep his lips on me. Damn, he knew how to—
My cell phone blared Booty by Jennifer Lopez and Iggy Azalea. The upbeat music knifed through the excitement of the kiss. I groaned and broke the kiss. “Sorry.”
“Don't be,” he said, his hands giving me one last squeeze. I trembled and then kissed him again, trying to ignore the lyrics. I never realized how terribly repetitive they were until this exact moment.
“Okay,” I moaned, breaking the kiss and stumbling to my purse. I ripped it opened and hauled out my smart phone. I didn't recognize the number. Who was calling me at midnight? I bet a wrong number. A drunk idiot calling the wrong girl for a booty call.
“I'm busy,” I hissed into my phone then ended the call. Then, just to make sure I wouldn't have to be annoyed by that pop song, I turned my phone off and tossed it onto the couch. I spun around, grinning at Thomas. “Where were we?”
“You promised to lick and kiss every part of my body,” he grinned.
“I did.” I kicked off my heels, then raced at him. I jumped.
He caught me.
My arms went around his neck, my thighs about his waist. I humped against him as we kissed again. He gripped my rear with his strong hands and carried me through the dark house. His bear shifter eyes let him see as he led me to my bedroom. He pushed through the door. The curtains were open, silver spilling through the room, painting the furniture in highlights and shadows.
“Yes,” I moaned as he set me on the bed. I squirmed, my poor thong struggling to contain the excitement flooding out of me as I watched Thomas rip off his dress shirt, his medals clinking. He dropped it to the floor and tore the undershirt. The fabric ripped in his his haste, his muscles bulging.
His arms were so thick. I licked my lips. “Ooh, yes, strip for me. Show me that hot body.”
A playful shake entered his hips. “Am I just a piece of ass to you?”
“Oh, and chest, thighs, arms, stomach, lips.” I shuddered. “Especially lips. You are a complete package.”
He pulled down his pants, turning around. His muscular ass covered by a pair of dark boxers. I licked my lips as he shook it at me. I giggled and squeezed my thighs tight together, rubbing my skin, easing the ache throbbing my clit.
“Ooh, take it off, baby. Let me see that ass.” I licked my lips. “I'm an ass girl.”
“Me, too,” he growled.
“You're a girl?” I snorted.
His laugh was a deep, wonderful rumble rising from his chest. I savored the sound. It was so primal, powerful. My hands rubbed at my body through my dress, drinking in the sensations as I licked my lips.
“Take it off, baby. Stop teasing me. You're no girl. You're a man. A big, sexy, strong man. Show it to me.”
Thomas shoved down his boxers. I groaned at the sight of his toned, muscular ass. My fingers itched to lean over and squeeze his cheeks. He bent over to step out of his boxers. Dangling between his thighs was a meaty pair of hairy balls and a swaying, thick shaft. My pussy clenched at the sight of it.
“I knew you were hung,” I whispered beneath my breath as I flipped over onto my hands and knees. I crawled to the edge of the bed. I had to squeeze that ass.
“Penny,” he sighed as my fingers grabbed his ass.
I tried to sink into his flesh, but his muscles were iron. I moaned, my lips kissing at his butt-cheek as I massaged him. My hands roamed his body, sliding down to stroke his legs. Iron, hairy thighs slid beneath my palms, exciting me. I nipped him, leaving love marks. I wanted the next woman to see my claim on his gorgeous ass.
My hands slid around his thighs, rubbing at the front. His breathing increased. I found his curly pubic hair, a thicker forest than his chest hair. I brushed his balls then cupped them. I played with the thick orbs, not hurting him, but enjoying their virility.
“You are hung,” I groaned as I stroked his dick. I kissed and nibbled on his butt-cheeks as my hands slid up and down his girth. He was wide. I had trouble wrapping my fingers around him. He would tear me apart.
My pussy clenched again, eager for the experience.
I explored his cock. He shuddered as I brushed the tip. A clear, slippery juice bubbled out of the cock's slit. I smeared it around his flesh with my thumb, loving his bear-like growls. My lips kissed higher, moving up to his back. I pressed my tits, still covered by my dress, into his rear as I stroked him with both hands. My tongue licked up his spine.
His growls grew stronger.
“You love that, huh?” I purred before licking higher up his spine.
“Yes.” His voice was deeper, rougher. A gravelly growl teetering on the edge of man and bear. He snarled as my tongue flicked up to his neck. I nibbled there as I pressed against his back. His dick throbbed in my hand.
“You are just so yummy, Bear,” I moaned into his ear. I nipped it, biting hard.
He snarled his enjoyment.
My hands left his dick, sliding up his rippling abs. My fingernails scratched at him. He was tough. He could take it. I held him tight as I reached his chest. I squeezed his pecs as I nibbled and chewed hard on his ear. My tongue flicked up and down it. He shuddered in my arms.
“Spread out on the bed. I'm gonna make you roar. Mmm, my big, sexy bear will roar so loud, the entire neighborhood will know I'm getting lucky.”
“Isn't that my line?” Thomas asked, turning his head. “When I'm licking you out?”
“You will,” I promised him and kissed him on the side of his mouth, a quick, hot peck before I pulled away from his body.
He fell back on the bed, his dick slapping into his stomach. He put his hands behind his head, a cocky grin on his face. He had me. He could get me to do anything, but he was content to let me take the lead. But at any moment, Thomas could seize me by my long, blonde hair and take charge.
And I would be more than happy to let him.
“Take the dress off,” he ordered, his eyes dark pools of hunger.
“Yes,” I husked, turning around. It was my turn to shake my ass at him. I didn't have to look to know he stared at me. I could feel his eyes caressing my ass in my thong. I undulated and twerked, my flesh rippling.
Thomas snarled in appreciation.
The zipper rasped on my dress as I drew it down. The fabric grew loose around my large breasts. They spilled out, jiggling before me as I shimmied my hips. The soft fabric whisked across my hips and ass, then fell down my thighs to land about my feet. I turned in only my thong, posing for him like a pin-up model, silver highlighting the curves of my breasts and my thick, thrusting nipples.
Thomas licked his chops. His dick throbbed on his chest.
Nothing made you feel more like a woman than a man staring at your naked body with hunger in his eyes. At that instant, I was the sexiest woman in the world in his eyes. I dwarfed all that came before, and all that would come after because I was his tonight.
And he was mine.
I fell on him, straddling his waist, grinding my thong-covered pussy into his girth as I buried my face into his chest hair. I breathed in his musk, my nipples aching against his hard flesh. I shuddered as I reveled in his primal, masculine scent. My cheeks rubbed into his hairs as I moaned and ground on him. I kissed his hard flesh, moving to his small nipples. I licked them.
He didn't touch me. He kept his hands behind his head, letting me pleasure him, love him, worship his mighty body. It was cocky and wonderful all at the same time. He gave me what I wanted. I sucked on his little nipple then bit it.
Thomas growled.
I giggled as I moved to his other nipple. A playful lust seized me. I nipped his nipple then swirled my tongue around it. His hips shifted, sliding his dick along the groove of my pussy, our sexes separated only by a thin scrap of cloth.
My clit throbbed and ached as I rubbed against his hard sex. I moaned as I squirmed on his dick, teasing him as I played with his chest hair and scratched his h
ard muscles. I left red streaks, half-hidden by his dark curls, before I moved lower.
There was so much of him to love.
I pressed my ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Every thud was for me. The fast beat spurred by my beauty. I grinned and wiggled lower and lower. His cock pressed against my belly, my nipples and breasts dragging across his body. I kissed at his stomach while my tits spilled about his dick.
I squeezed them about his shaft as I kissed at his upper stomach, licking the ripples of his abs. He should be on the cover of a fitness magazine. Every man needed to look like him. He had such wonderful definition.
Thomas licked his lips, his chest rising as I kissed lower and lower. I smiled as my hands found his cock.
“I bet you want me to lick and suck and tease this,” I moaned as I knelt between his muscular thighs and stroked his dick, the crown inches shy of my sweet lips.
He arched an eyebrow.
“No answer, huh?” I asked. “You don't want me to please it?”
Thomas answered with a confident smile.
“If you don't say it, I'll move on.”
“I don't need to say it,” he said. “You want to do it. You want to open your mouth and engulf me. Do it. Satiate your desires. Don't hide them. Where is the bold woman I met tonight? Penny takes what she wants.”
“I do,” I groaned, opened wide, and swallowed the tip of his cock.
His growl was magnificent, rising out of his throat. A bestial noise of pleasure. I sucked on the tip, my tongue swirling about his cock. He was thick. I had to open my jaws wide to slid his shaft even an inch into my mouth. I stroked him as I sucked, loving the salty flavor.
“You love sucking cocks,” he rumbled, finally moving his arms from behind his head. He was done being a spectator.
I did love to suck cocks. I moaned about his dick. I knew plenty of girls that hated it. But it was such an intimate act. Sometimes, I felt closer to my partner when I stared up into his eyes as I sucked and bobbed my mouth, working to make him feel amazing, to draw out his come and have him spill into my mouth.