Lisa's heels tapped on the tiled floor as Joel flicked on a light, for a hotel as pointedly kitsch as this one, it was weird to see a kitchen as generic as this. All crisp metal surfaces, shiny white floors, and strip lighting. Lisa came to a stop, leaning up against one of the counters seductively, and waited for Joel. He made eye contact across the room, and strode towards her, slowing his pace as he approached as if savouring the few moments before their bodies met. Lisa's heart pounded in her chest, and she felt more nervous than she had all day. The wolves had nothing on the look in Joel's eyes right then.
Finally, he reached her, and wound an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. Lisa forced herself to look up into his eyes, which were shining with desire, and drew in a sharp inhale as his lips finally met her's. But this time, there was nothing to stop them, this time there was nothing to get in the way. This time, it was just the two of them, and Lisa had no intention of letting it go to waste.
Joel's hands were immediately roaming all across Lisa's body, down to her ass, lifting her up on to the counter so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She arched her back towards him so she could press her breasts against his chest, he had a surprising strength despite his skinny frame, muscles underneath his jacket and shirt. Lisa reached up and began to undo his buttons, pulling the fabric aside to expose his chest. Placing a hand on her lower back, he pulled her closer, so close that she could feel his erection pressing against her through his slacks.
"I've never done anything like this before," Lisa murmured, as she peppered kisses from his throat down towards his chest.
"Yeah, me neither," Joel panted. "I just…you, in that dress. I couldn't wait any longer."
"Stop," Lisa groaned, as he slid his hands beneath her straps and pushed them down her arms. He was too much-she had never had a guy want her this spontaneously and with this much passion. It was the hottest thing she'd ever experienced, and she was torn between making it last for as long as she could and wanting him inside her right at that very second. He coaxed her dress down, and she pulled her arms from the straps, allowing it to fall down her chest and expose her tits. She was glad she had gone braless as soon as he lowered his mouth to her chest and gently nipped her nipples between his teeth. Every touch, every bite, it was more than anything she'd ever felt before, almost too much to bare. She held his head in place, closing her eyes and revelling in the feeling his mouth skimming across her breast. The heat between her legs was growing, growing to almost unbearable levels, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to wait much longer.
It seemed as if Joel, however, had other plans entirely. He knelt down, pushing her legs up till her feet were planted on the counter and her dress was hiked up above her knees. She was wearing white cotton panties underneath, and he quickly pushed her legs apart and pressed his nose against her, inhaling deeply. She tried her hardest not to moan too loudly, not wanting to give away their deviancy to anyone in the next room, but it was a Herculean effort, feeling the warmth of his mouth so close to her pussy was almost painfully pleasurable. But even that wasn't as good as what came next.
He hooked his fingers around her panties, and hastily pushed them aside, exposing her entirely. She spread her legs even further, lewdly displaying herself for him, and he didn't need telling twice. He instantly pressed his mouth against her, his mouth immediate and passionate and everywhere. His tongue skimmed across her outer lips and his hands reached round to grope at her ass, pulling her on to his mouth. He flicked his tongue against her clit, once, twice, more times than she could count, and she let her head drop back as the feeling overwhelmed her. He pulled one hand away from her ass, and slipped two fingers straight into her. She practically convulsed at his touch, squirming beneath him as he moved his tongue mercilessly across her most sensitive spot and curled his fingers into a beckoning motion inside her, hitting her g-spot within seconds. She gripped the sides of the counter for support, her breath coming quicker than before, as she felt the orgasm finally, finally building, finally ready to provide her some relief-
And then he stopped. He didn't remove his finger from her, and his mouth was still hovering a few inches from her pussy, but he left her teetering right on the edge of an orgasm, unable to do much more than moan lightly and stare down at him with a confused expression.
"What do you want?" He asked softly, stirring his fingers gently inside of her once again, leaving her shivering above him. She couldn't do anything but mew quietly, but he was relentless.
"Tell me," he continued, and she could feel his hot breath on her pussy every time he opened his mouth.
"I want you to fuck me," she finally replied. Hearing the words coming out of her mouth, she knew they were true, knew how much she wanted him, how much she desired him in that moment. He pulled a condom from his pocket, and hastily pulled down his slacks, exposing his cock for the first time. Lisa's breath had returned by then, her body cooling off enough to speak coherently once more.
"Here, let me," Lisa grabbed the condom off him, biting the foil open and reaching down to take his sizeable erection in her hand. God, he was hard, she didn't realize how much he was enjoying bringing her right to the edge like that, and leaving her begging for his cock. She rolled the latex down on to him, and felt him shudder at her touch. It was satisfying to know that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Laying back a little, and placing both her feet on his shoulders, Lisa pulled her skirts up as high as they would go and closed her eyes. She felt him nudging at her entrance, positioning himself, before he eased himself inside her. Fuck, it was almost too much-she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She reached down and skimmed her hand across her clit, opening one eye to watch him watching her. Being observed had always been a turn-on for her, and taking in his slightly furrowed brow intense stare was beyond erotic. He slammed into her, the position allowing him to get even deeper than normal. Lisa groaned, scrunching up her feet in her heels above him, and moved her fingers with more definition against her clit.
"You look so good like that," he growled, and she looked at him again, he had that darkness in his eyes, that intensity again. It was a good look on him.
"Not so bad yourself," she giggled in return, immediately closing her eyes and stretching out her back as she drew small circles across her pussy. She wouldn't take much longer now, she could feel the orgasm building inside her, urged on by her fingers and the thrusting of his cock, her body aching for some kind of release, a cap on the hellish and heavenly day she'd had.
He finished first, slamming himself inside of her so hard that she shifted back a few inches, his cock twitching and throbbing so hard she could feel it through the condom. She opened her eyes to watch him, and the look on his face as he came was enough to push her over the edge. She couldn't hold back her cry this time, her body finally letting go as her pussy tightened over and over again around his cock. She slowly allowed her legs to fall down around his waist, and propped herself up on her elbows as he leaned down to kiss her one more time, a conversely chaste kiss considering he was still inside her. He slowly withdrew, and she rearranged herself, pulling her skirt down and slipping the straps up over her arms. She looked at him as he did the same, maybe she was being ridiculous and post-coital, but something about Joel seemed to promise more than just this weekend.
He glanced up, and grinned at her.
"What?"
"Nothing," she shook her head. "We should get back, they'll be waiting for us."
"Or we could sneak back up to my room and do that all again," he suggested, cocking an eyebrow at her. Lisa scanned his face, and wondered if she was making a mistake or the best decision of her life. She felt her heart swell in her chest, and hopped down off the counter.
"Sounds good," she grinned, unable to keep the bubble of excitement from her voice, and Joel took her hand as the two of them hurried back off to his room. As weddings went, Lisa thought to herself, this one had been pretty much the strangest imaginable. B
ut she had a feeling the best was yet to come.
FIN
Dietrich
Bear Dating Agency I
by
Becca Fanning
The night of June 4th was horrific, embarrassing and terrifying. On June 5th, Elise Davenport thought that her life couldn’t possibly get any worse. She was wrong.
For starters, she was lost in the woods. Elise had entered the wilds of Fairhaven Park about an hour ago, chatting away to her agent about the disaster of the night before, only to find that when she hung up the call, she had veered off the path. The sun had long-since settled into the blackness of night, turning leafy green trees into heaps of shadow. Elise’s spine tingled with cold, despite the balmy air of a summer night in the California countryside. Something was very, very wrong.
And that something was a bear.
Elise wasn’t sure what she was looking at, at first, but she froze on the spot, staring into the forest ahead. The huge lumbering shape made a move, just a few steps forward, and suddenly it was fully defined. Elise saw the impossibly wide, shaggy head of brown fur, and the huge paws with long, curling claws. The bear had small, dark eyes, which caught the moonlight and reflected it in silver discs. It took a few more steps, out of the foliage and straight into Elise’s path.
Frozen with fear, Elise could only imagine the horror of being mauled to death by a bear. It was a grizzly too, which was totally impossible for California, yet there it was in all its hefty glory. People wouldn’t believe that this was how she’d died. They’d imagine that she had faked her own death, rather than face the backlash of the biggest mistake of her modelling career. When the bear took a sudden lunge, a deep growl caught in its throat, Elise lost her thoughts completely.
And then, as if fate didn’t hate her enough, another bear entered the small clearing.
It was even larger than the first, and slightly darker in color. The fur seemed to glisten as if it was wet, picking up silver strands of reflected moonlight. Elise’s body shivered, her breathing escaping in stunted puffs of air. The new bear glanced her way, and its eyes were golden. Even in the depth of night, those two shining orbs burned like sunlight. It was both the most beautiful and terrifying thing she had ever seen. The two grizzlies faced off, each eyeing the other for a long, silent moment.
Elise took one step, daring to try and back away. At her movement, the golden-eyed bear leapt in front of her, teeth bared to its smaller adversary. Elise heard the clash of gigantic muscles as the creatures started to tussle, and her breathing gave way to a cry. Every blow was powerfully violent, and Elise willed her shaking legs to work again. The golden-eyed bear was beating the other one back, but that surely meant that he wanted this tall, blonde woman for his very own midnight snack. Elise couldn’t afford to be around when that moment came.
She ran for all she was worth, racing desperately towards any sign of life.
* * *
“You poor thing,” Anina soothed. “Here, have another sip of cocoa.”
The morning sun was peeking over the horizon by the time that Elise found the Rangers’ Lodge. Shaking and terrified, she’d been welcomed into the three-story cabin by an elderly lady with small, hunched shoulders. Her face was streaked with silver wrinkles, and behind her glasses there was a kind gaze that shone through milky-amber eyes. The woman had introduced herself as Anina Best, and at first glance, Elise felt safe with her.
“I guess I can afford the calories, after all that running,” Elise said in a hoarse tone.
“Who thinks about calories after a bear attack?” Anina asked in reply.
Elise gave a shrug, her disheveled blonde hair flicking out at strange angles.
“That’s the model mentality,” she supposed.
Elise had only been modelling in LA for the last year, after leaving college with a degree she probably wouldn’t use and a huge pile of debts to pay back. She’d been getting pretty good at it too, until she’d put her foot in her mouth at the Shine Awards. She tried her hardest to push the embarrassment back again, burying her face in the steamy mug of chocolate heaven. When the warm, gooey liquid had calmed her nerves, her voice became smooth and bright again.
“Thank you so much for your kindness,” she told Anina. “I’m supposed to be renting a cabin on the West Ridge. I didn’t realize it’d be so far to get to on foot.”
“Are you the last minute booking? Miss Davenport?” Anina asked.
Elise gave a nod. Anina pulled herself to her feet, shuffling gently over to a large door made of pale wood. The room they were in was decked in the same timber, and filled with comfortable easy chairs and coffee tables. It was a place designed for guests. It even had a flickering fireplace, despite the total lack of a need for extra heat. Anina had called out into the hall from the doorway, and Elise quickly realized that she hadn’t spoken in English.
“Are you European?” she asked as Anina came back to her chair. “I thought I heard something in your accent before.”
“The Bests are a German family originally,” Anina explained with a nod. “Ah, and here they are.”
As her words faded, four huge guys entered the room. At once Elise thought of how awful she must have looked after fleeing through the woods, and she tried to calm her wayward hair with a nonchalant hand. Two of the young men looked fairly similar, both with shaggy blonde hair that was in need of a cut, and they were flanked by a darker, more lithe guy and a brown-haired man with a look of contempt on his face. None of them were past twenty-five, and they all had muscles bulging beneath their Park Ranger uniforms.
“My grandsons,” Anina said, beaming. “Benedikt, Kurt, Hartwin and Reinicke.”
They were standing in that order, and each one nodded at their name. Except for the last one.
“Ry-ni-ka,” Elise said, sounding it out, “that’s an interesting name.”
“I’m an interesting guy,” Reinicke replied, in a tone flatter than roadkill. “Gram, can I go? You don’t need all of us to handle a bear scare.”
Anina gave a rueful little nod, and the one called Reinicke made his escape. On his way out of the room there was the sound of a clash, and suddenly a fifth man pushed his way through the middle of the group. He was bare-chested, a towel clinging to his huge shoulders. Elise let her eyes travel over the rippling muscles of his abdomen as he heaved for breath.
“You called, Gram?” he asked, in a deep, smooth voice. “What’s happening?”
His eyes travelled to Elise, and it was not the fact that he was tall, dark and handsome which took her breath away. When he looked straight at her, his eyes were golden. Elise knew that she had seen those deep, burning eyes before. Silenced by her shock, Elise’s gaze travelled to Anina’s other grandsons, and now they were all looking straight at her too. All of them had those golden eyes. And perhaps, behind her glasses and the pale cloudiness of old age, Anina had them too.
“Why are you all wet, Dietrich?” Anina chided. “You should be in uniform for morning patrol.”
Dietrich looked down at his bare chest, one hand raised somewhat protectively over his damp skin.
“Night swimming,” he explained, “but something came up.”
Elise caught sight of something dark as Dietrich moved his arm. She must have mistaken it for a shadow initially, but the light of the fireside suddenly revealed its true nature. Dietrich had a huge, fresh bruise emerging down his right side. Benedikt, who appeared to resemble Dietrich closely, gave a wince and sucked his teeth.
“How in the hell did you do that, bro?” he asked.
Dietrich’s eyes flashed to Elise for the briefest moment. Another flash of gold.
“That’s not important right now,” he replied. “Gram, who’s this young lady?”
“Young lady,” Anina said with a grin. “You’re so formal, Dietrich. Why, I’ll bet she’s your age. Twenty-two.”
Anina looked to Elise, and she gave an apologetic shrug.
“Twenty-one,” she corrected.
“Close
enough,” Anina replied. “This is Elise Davenport. She’s taking a little vacation from LA, but she encountered two of our grizzlies off the Northern trail.”
“I’ll bet one of them was Silo,” said the guy called Kurt. “He was a rescue from a Russian Circus. He doesn’t understand that he shouldn’t get so close to people. Hey Ben, you wanna put fifty bucks on it being Silo?”
“This is the hardly the time, Kurt,” Ben replied. He ran a hand through his dark hair. “I ought to draw up a report.”
When Ben moved to the far end of the room, heading for a wide wooden desk, Kurt followed him with a burr of low chatter. Elise found her eyes drawn to Dietrich again. He stood tall now that he’d stopped panting for breath, and his body was peppered with black hairs, the same dark shade as those on his head. He had a shadow of stubble on his square jaw, which he scratched at with a large, strong hand. Another flash of gold shot her way.
“Can I ask about the grizzlies?” Elise said tentatively. “I mean, I didn’t think we had any outside of San Diego Zoo.”
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