Keep It Classy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 7)

“Unbutton my pants for me?” I teased. “The button’s digging into my gut.”

She snorted. “Gut my ass. But yes, I’ll unbutton for you.”

Seconds later the button was unbuttoned, and she was once again running her hand over my belly, going slowly over each ridge and dip as she did.

This time, she didn’t stop at the waistband where she’d recently been stopping, but at the thatch of hair that was about an inch above the root of my cock.

Maddeningly slow, she moved it back up the length of my belly, brushing lightly over my left nipple before pausing there.

She held the palm of her hand flat over it as she said, “They are hard.”

I snickered. “Uh-huh.”

“Officer, if you’ll come sit in this chair, I’ll get you going.” The woman on the screen once again captured my attention.

“Do you think they’re gonna do it the entire movie with that guy in the coffin?” she asked.

I snickered. “Fast forward back to where you were. The buildup is always the worst part,” I teased, giving her rump a push.

She leaned forward, and my hand fell to the couch in her absence.

My eyes went to her ass, which was covered in a pair of shorts that were short enough that I could see her underwear from the back as she leaned over.

I reached forward and gently tugged the shorts out of her ass, causing her to say, “Thanks, that was bothering me.”

I grinned and said, “No problem. Anytime.”

Seconds later she was back, and the screen was once again showing where we’d left off earlier.

“Is that the coffin they’re on top of?” I asked.

“Two,” she answered. “One fell off while they were exuberantly fucking earlier. They’re both on the ground side by side now.”

I shook my head as I watched the man bury his fingers in the woman’s pussy up to the webbing.

“Slurping sounds?” I wheezed.

She shrugged. “You have to put something there!”

I gave her a squeeze and sucked my belly slightly in when she went even lower this time, stopping to drag her fingernails through the thatch of hair just above my cock. She was only a hair’s width away from actually touching my cock.

And I was hungry for her touch.

I wanted her hand on me so bad that my cock was pulsing with it.

She flattened her palm and then separated her fingers until there was a large separation between her middle and index, then went farther down.

She didn’t touch my cock at all, and I groaned.

“You’re killing me,” I muttered darkly, focusing intently on the screen.

The man was now climbing on top of the woman, his mouth going to her breast as his knees kicked her legs out wider.

I groaned and resituated myself on the couch, feeling like I was about to burst if she didn’t actually touch me.

Yet she only continued to tease me as the man on the screen lined his cock up with the woman’s entrance.

I groaned as he slowly started to push inside.

That’s when the hammering of the man that was still in the casket really amped up, but the couple didn’t pay it any mind. The man’s ass flexed as he pushed deeply into the woman in one stroke, and I felt my dick twitch. Again.

“We can’t do that,” she whispered. “You’re way too big.”

I snorted. “Maybe you’re just small, and I’m not big. Ever thought about that?”

I mean, I was big. Don’t get me wrong, but every time I fit my cock into her, it was more than obvious that I couldn’t just go sticking it in all forceful like. I had to take my time or I could hurt her. She was that tight.

The man on the screen reached down for the woman’s thigh, then brought it up so that it was pressed flat against the shiny wood of the coffin. With each flex of his hips, her face would turn euphoric.

“You know,” I said as I watched. “This video is pretty realistic. I mean, other than the cop/funeral home aspect of it, there isn’t any fake moans going on. Other than the guy in the casket.”

Turner looked up at me and grinned. “You do know that the cop/funeral home aspect of it could be true. We’re true.”

I looked down at her and grinned. “True enough.”

Then my grin turned lazy when she finally—finally—touched my cock.

Sure, it was only the edge of her fingers on the base, but it was enough for my entire body to tighten and a hiss to break free from my lips.

My eyes went hooded, and she smiled slyly up at me.

“Want something, Cas?” she asked.

My hand tightened on her hip, but I didn’t pull her on top of me like she was probably expecting.

“Not at all, baby,” I said. “Just enjoying this movie here. The subtitles are amazing.”

Instead, I stayed in control and went about my business, keeping my eyes straight forward on the television even when I wanted nothing more than to yank her on top of me, part those pretty thighs, and fuck my way into her until I was buried so deep neither one of us could draw breath.