Keep It Classy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 7)

I licked my lips as I shimmied my hips, causing his hand to curl around the curve of my ass and pull me in just a little bit tighter.

I was considering unbuttoning his pants, and shucking my shirt, when I went from standing on my own free will to wrapping my arms around Castiel’s waist. I went from standing to laying down in the next instant, Castiel’s big body pushing my thighs apart as he settled in between them.

Before I could gasp at the cool air kissing my now-overheated pussy, he was pressing his hard cock to me, grinning down into my face.

“Glad we’re both on the same page now,” he teased, swiveling and pressing down hard.

I moaned and felt my eyelids go heavy.

“It took me a few seconds,” I admitted. “But yes, I’m definitely on the same page now.”

He dropped his mouth to mine, startling me with the intensity of his kiss.

He didn’t lead up into a hard kiss but instead took it like it was his to take.

And it was.

I’d give it to Castiel freely any time he wanted it.

Any. Time.

Which he knew based off the grin on his face as he pulled away.

Then a thought occurred to me, dousing me with a dose of cool reality.

“We don’t have any more condoms,” I breathed, feeling something crunch underneath of us as he pushed me upward on the couch.

He reached over and yanked the paper bag out from under me, grinning while he did it.

“I had to pull the damn RV over in a convenience store parking lot to stop and get these,” he said as he dumped the bag’s contents out onto the coffee table beside him. I glanced over as he did, seeing not one but four boxes of condoms. I grinned and turned back to him as he said, “It was totally worth pulling out across five lanes of traffic thanks to that look right there.”

He sat up from my body and started stripping out of his clothes.

Using my time advantageously, I stripped off what I was wearing—his t-shirt and pants—and tossed them onto the coffee table next to the pile of condoms.

While he was working on his jeans, I reached for the first box I found and ripped it open, causing condoms to fly everywhere.

They were shades of neon.

I chose the brightest one—the hot pink—and ripped it open.

Before he even had his pants all the way down his legs, I was fitting the condom to his cock.

The move was still so awkward that I fumbled slightly, but he saved my bacon by helping guide my bumbling hands. Once his cock was sheathed in the bright pink, I couldn’t help the wide smile that lit my face.

“I like it,” I teased, running the tip of one finger down the underside, causing his abs to tighten.

He started to crawl back over me, but I quickly slid away, and then patted the couch.

He grinned and took a seat, and I nearly moaned as the length of his hard cock bounced but ultimately stayed perfectly straight.

I crawled over him, sliding myself up over his chest and making sure to graze the tips of my nipples along the hard planes of his chest.

His own nipples tightened in response, causing me to grin wickedly.

“You like what you do to me?” he asked, pulling me even closer to him.

I widened my legs and sat directly on top of him, looking down to see his cock poking out from between the gap in my thighs.

I couldn’t help myself from rocking forward and backward on him as I answered his question.

“I like everything about you,” I admitted. “Even when you were being surly and mean, I liked you. Which pissed me off because I didn’t want to like you. I wanted to hate you because you were an asshole.”

He grinned at my blunt words, lifting one heavy breast and bringing the tip of my nipple to his mouth.

I felt the tickle of his beard hairs on my breast as he sucked the turgid peak directly into his mouth and gave it a good, hard suck.

I nearly bowed right off of his lap in reaction.

The sensations that poured through me were unreal.

“Jesus,” he said. “One more arch like that and you’ll have me inside of you before you’re ready.”

He was right. I could already feel him at my entrance, and it wasn’t a bad feeling at all.

But, what he said was right. I couldn’t just go sticking his cock in me all willy nilly. The act took preparation because he was so big. He’d have to work me up to taking him.

I’d never in all our sexual experiences taken him without at least first having his fingers in me to help stretch me.

But when he took my breast back into his mouth and flicked the tip of my nipple with his tongue, I couldn’t help myself. I arched all over again, this time successfully notching the head of his cock to my entrance.