Keep It Classy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 7)

But…I couldn’t just turn it off. Life didn’t work like that.

“I was thinking that your eyes are really pretty,” I explained, telling him the entire truth. “They remind me of an oil slick.”

His grin kicked up the corner of his mouth as he said, “That’s the first time I’ve heard that.”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his cheek.

“And I’m wondering how the hell I never noticed before now,” I continued. “I normally notice things like that fast.”

After having my job for the length of time that I had it—the porn one, not the hair styling one—I found myself looking people in the face a whole lot more rather than checking out their bodies. Judging them on the depth of their emotions, or their hearts, rather than anything physical about them.

“Because you were so busy avoiding me that you didn’t take the time to stop and really look,” he admitted. “I didn’t have that problem.”

I blinked at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said against my lips now. “The first thing I noticed about you was your hair. How it never seems to be out of place.”

“That’s just advertising,” I admitted. “Being a hair dresser almost requires you to always have your hair styled or your clients will think less of you.”

He pulled me up to his chest even tighter.

“Or the way your lips turn up at the corners when you find something funny, or the way they turn down when you think it’s not.”

I felt my heart starting to pound as the new position had his cock resting easily between my pussy lips.

I couldn’t stop myself from sawing back and forth, rubbing my clit against his solid length.

Then there was no more talking.

Why?

Because I couldn’t form coherent thoughts other than one: I wanted him inside of me.

Now.

Pushing him back, I leaned forward and pillowed my breasts against his chest as I lifted my ass off his lap. Catching on to what I wanted, he moved his hands between my legs from behind, one lifting an ass cheek slightly to widen the parts in my lips. The other went to his cock which he helpfully poised at my entrance.

“Sit down and take me, baby,” he ordered.

I started to lower myself down, taking just the tip inside of me before I stopped.

I needed to tell him.

“I’m…I’ve never done this before,” I whispered, trying to hold eye contact with him while also wanting to look away very badly.

My shy self started to make itself known, and it took every ounce of courage I had to meet his eyes.

“This position?” he asked, not understanding what I said.

“No.” I shook my head. “This. The whole thing.”

It took him a few long moments to comprehend, but when he did, his entire body froze.

“You…you’ve never had a man inside of you?” he asked, sounding tortured now.

His cock had jumped inside of me at his words, and I started to press down intentionally, unable to stop myself.

“No,” I answered. “I’ve never wanted a man inside me before. Not until you.”

It was hard to want a man when you were so incredibly self-conscious about your body.

But there was something about Castiel that made the little bit of confidence that I did have be enough.

His hands moved up to my hips, and he squeezed so tightly that I almost yelped in surprise.

As it was, I did gasp.

But when my eyes took in his tortured face, I realized he wasn’t mad or upset about the fact that I was a virgin. He was trying to control himself.

And that was why I slowly started to sink down on him once again, causing his eyes to snap open.

The oil slick of his eyes were now on fire.

He opened his mouth, I was sure to tell me to wait, but I didn’t.

Doing what my body wanted, I pushed down until I couldn’t get any more of him inside of me, then lifted back up to do it all over again.

It took me five up and downs before I was finally sure that I couldn’t take any more of him.

At this point, Castiel’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and his hands clenching on my hips were really at the point of pain.

But the pain, mixed with the fullness between my legs, only spurred me on.

I was panting. My breasts were jolting with each slam of my hips against the top of his thighs, and he was breathing hard, letting me know that he was in the same boat as me.

Closing my eyes, I moved exactly how I wanted. How my body wanted.

I was sitting all the way up until the edge of his cock was perched at my entrance, and then I was sliding back down his cock, allowing my needy pussy to engulf him.

Over and over, slow and steady, until I was on the verge of coming.