Snitches Get Stitches (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 8)

When he got close enough, I could smell me on his face, and I loved it.

And when his mouth came down on mine, I could taste myself on his tongue.

His fingers came loose as he shifted his hips up, seamlessly fitting his hard cock to my entrance.

“Ready?” he mouthed against my lips.

In answer, I lifted my hips and took him back inside me—just an inch—but it gave him the answer he was seeking.

In reply, he shifted his entire length inside of me, one slow inch at a time, until his pubic bone was resting against mine.

I could feel his balls snugly against my back entrance, and I clenched at the thought of him doing anything with that.

I’d read books—lots of them. And in some of those books, there was a scene about the backdoor taking.

And every time I read that, I’d wanted it.

At least, I wanted to try it.

“What is all that shivering you’re doing underneath me for?” he asked with amusement lacing his tone.

I swallowed and wondered if I should tell him my exact thoughts, then decided that I’d never get what I wanted if I didn’t ask for it.

“I was thinking about a book I read last month,” I informed him.

“You’re thinking about a book when I’m buried deep inside of you?” he asked, laughter strangling his voice.

“Yes,” I paused. “But to tell you the truth, I was thinking of you during the book. Pretending it was you and me, anyway.”

He paused with a shift of his hips, and I knew I had his full attention.

“What was this book about?” he asked, pressing a kiss to my throat.

“The book wasn’t what I was thinking about…just a certain scene,” I admitted. “One where…”

“Where…” he left that hanging, urging me to continue.

“One where he puts his cock in her ass,” I blurted out, zero tact.

His entire body stilled, and I felt his cock twitch inside of me.

“What was this scene about exactly?” he asked. “I need details.”

He said this and started to slowly rock his cock back and forth, deeper and shallower, slowly and deliberately.

My nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, and I slowly started to tell him each and every detail.

By the end of my recounting, he was fucking me hard, and I was finding trouble drawing in breaths.

I could feel another orgasm building and knew that it was only seconds away.

And just when I thought that I was about to fall over the edge, he stopped.

Just…stopped.

I moaned in frustration and dug my nails in deeper.

“Liner, please.”

He brought one of his fingers to his mouth again, pulling the digit in deep, and swirling his tongue around it.

I watched as he pulled that same finger free and trailed it down the length of my body.

And when it disappeared underneath the covers that were still partially covering us, I knew exactly what he was going to do.

“Never wanted to do this particular act with a woman before,” he informed me as he brought his hand up under my hips. “But with you, I find that I’m willing to do a hell of a lot more than I ever thought I’d want.”

When his finger finally touched me there, I jolted in surprise.

I’d, of course, known it was coming. But thinking about someone—Liner—touching me there and having him actually touch me there were two different things.

I felt dirty and excited, hesitant and gleeful, all rolled into one tight and needy ball.

He rocked his hips, momentarily distracting me from the alien feeling, and while I was, he breached the entrance.

I cried out, clenching so tight around both parts of him that were now inside of me, that it caused a grunt on his end this time.

“Goddamn,” he growled.

I slowly pulled my nails free of his skin and moved my hands back to his head, yanking his head down as well as arching up to meet him halfway.

And then kissed the holy hell out of him as he let his finger slip all the way inside.

His hips started to move once again, and seconds after that, I knew that the orgasm that I could feel rushing toward me was about to destroy me.

And I was right.

It did.

It so. Freaking. Did.

With his mouth covering mine, he muffled the scream that burst free of me.

And when his cock started to jolt inside of me, bathing my insides with his release, I only came that much harder.

My muscles tightened, and my body went stiff.

My pussy was clenched so tightly that I could feel a cramp forming in my stomach.

But none of it mattered.

Not one single thing.

***

Hours later, I was staring at the phone like it was a dangerous creature sent to do me harm.

Liner was asleep in the bedroom, and Linnie was asleep in hers.

I closed my eyes and dropped my head.

I’d never considered myself a religious person, but in that moment I prayed to God that I could keep him. That what we had would be forever. Because I needed Liner in my life. I needed him like I needed to breathe. Like the human body needed food and water to survive. I just knew that, after tonight, I wouldn’t be able to do this without him. He showed me that I hadn’t been living while he was away—merely surviving.