The glass separating us didn’t matter. We were connected in a way that surpassed physical boundaries.
That glass was nothing but a false barrier. I knew if I looked up, if I stared into someone else’s eyes, that they, too, would feel what I was feeling. That they would become me. That they would be fucked by Bear just as I hard as I was being fucked by him.
I guess I’d become just as possessive as Bear had.
I didn’t want to share him. I didn’t want anyone else imagining his cock plunging into them. I didn’t want anyone else to know the pleasure I’d come to claim as my own.
But I had no choice. Because Bear didn’t see it that way. To him, he was flaunting his possession and according to the pulsing thickness between his legs, it turned him on greatly. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t have the same effect on me. I was soaked, quivering, shaking and dying for him to touch me again.
I stood in front of the bed and he pulled my dress over my head.
Left naked, wearing nothing but my choker, stocking and shoes, my body shook with nervousness. He reached down to my bare pussy and nodded his approval.
“Remind me to send Daisy a big tip,” he winked. I smiled, nodding as I stared into his beautiful eyes.
He pushed me gently and I fell back onto the bed. Marie was already naked, and Bruce pushed her back from the other side.
We landed together, her head level to my hips and mine level with hers. She reached over, grabbing my hand and squeezing, interlacing her fingers with mine.
“Chloe, this is going to be amazing!” she whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Marie,” I whispered back, my eyes glued to Bear. Bear and Bruce stripped down as Marie and I watched. I couldn’t see Bruce, but just knowing he was naked now, his exposed cock mere inches away from me, blew my mind.
I kept my focus on Bear, his ripped muscles coming into view slowly as his clothes melted away. He peered encouragingly into my eyes, keeping me close, giving me the courage I needed to get through this.
“I love you,” he mouthed, before crawling along my body, his mouth crashing into mine. I melted into his kiss, hungry for the comfort of his safety, searching for our magical dark place so I could hide there, pretend nobody was watching and lose the nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
He pulled his mouth away, trailing kisses down my jaw, his tongue darting out and licking my neck. I threw my head to the side, moaning at the delicious slide of his warm tongue. He moved down slowly, kissing my collarbone and then licking down to my nipple, his tongue swirling around it as it hardened into a tiny pebble that he bit down onto.
I cried out, reaching up and sinking my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, wishing he would bite harder. I was still feeling shy and doing my best to keep my mouth shut, to keep the words that were threatening to fall from my lips closed up tight behind my throat. He sucked my other nipple, sending shocks of pleasure thorough my body, waking up every inch of flesh.
Slowly, he crawled down my body, his lips lighting up my skin with each feathery kiss, each stroke of his hot tongue. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t forget where we were.
Marie’s hand squeezed mine and I couldn’t help but open my eyes and steal a glance. Bruce was between her legs, lapping at her pussy and I smiled at the sound of her cries echoing through the room. I looked over at the window and gasped, looking away quickly.
A huge crowd had formed, all eyes on the four of us, their invasive stares like hot beams of sunlight on my skin.
Bear’s tongue licked at the tender flesh on my hips, licking slowly closer and closer to my yearning center. I opened my thighs wider, wanting him closer, deeper.
When his tongue first licked my newly naked lips, I cried out in pleasure. His hot tongue slid smoothly over my bare skin and I couldn’t believe the difference. I’d never shaved my pussy completely before and I’d never before experienced the pure sensual pleasure of his mouth on me like this. When his tongue dipped in, the smooth skin of his face pressed against me, it was like an entirely different world than what I was used to.
He felt closer and that was what I’d been hungry for the whole time. There was nothing between us, just flesh on naked flesh, his tongue reaching inside of me as he fucked me with his mouth, working his skillful magic on my softest, darkest place.
I moaned and whimpered, my body on fire for release. By the slow, sensual slide of his tongue, I could tell he was in no hurry to give it to me. My juices flowed between my legs, his mouth lapping them up as he worked hungrily, licking my pussy with slow, excruciating strokes that threatened to send me over the edge with each lick.
“Bear, please,” I moaned, looking down at him. All I could see were his eyes as he stared up at me, watching every twitch and listening to every moan as he played my body like his own personal instrument. “Fuck me!” I cried, the hunger overcoming me. I didn’t care who was watching anymore. I need him inside of me and I needed it now.
He pulled away from my pussy finally, his mouth glistening with my juices as he slid towards me and kissed me deeply. Our tongues collided, as I licked my juices from his mouth.
He growled, his cock pulsing against my wet pussy. He shifted his hips, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed forward, teasing me with just the tip, his cock head pressing slightly in and then pulling away.
“Please, Bear, please,” I begged.
He teased me, his eyes lighting up with mischief as he pressed the tip in again. I lifted my hips to force him in but he pulled away, shaking his head, his dark eyes admonishing me.
“I’m in control, Beauty,” he growled. “Not you.”
“But Bear, I need you now!” I cried.
“I say when, not you.”
He reached down, gripping his shaft in his hands and rubbing the head of his cock around my clit, pressing down into it, sending shivers of delight through me. I stopped begging with my words, but our eyes were locked together and he knew exactly what I was silently crying out for.
Mercy. Sweet, sweet mercy.
He pushed in again, slowly inching forward more and more, as a smile spread across my face. Deliciously, he inched further in and it took all my strength not to push my hips forward, to let him set the pace, to let him being in control, just as he needed.
Slowly, his cock slid deep inside of me.
He went slow at first, pushing all the way in, opening me up entirely, before slowly sliding out, each inch he pulled out seeming like a huge loss. I needed all of him, I needed him deep, hard and fast. I needed to come. I needed to be fucked by the animal that I knew lingered just below his surface. I squeezed my pussy around his shaft as he dove inside, hoping I could push him over the edge before his torturous restraint killed me.
“You little slut,” he said, looking down at me. “Your squeezing your little cunt around me like a hungry little harlot, aren’t you?” He pressed into me hard and I whimpered with delight.
“Yes,” I whispered, squeezing again. He moaned, shaking his head.
“You’re a bad girl, Beauty,” he said. “Such a horny little slut, aren’t you?”
He slammed into me hard and I shuddered as waves of pleasure rushed through me. He reached up grabbing my chin and turning my face towards the window.
“Open your eyes, Beauty,” he said. Slowly, I opened my eyes to a thousand eyes staring back at us.
“You see those people?” he asked.
I nodded.
“They all want you. All of those men wish they were me," he growled, shoving his cock hard into me. “They all want to fuck you. They want to shove their dirty cocks into your perfect pussy. How does that make you feel, Beauty?”
“It makes me feel beautiful,” I said, the words coming out of me before I’d even registered them. It was true though. I felt wanted. Desired. Beautiful.
“Ah, yes, I bet it does, doesn't it?” Bear growled. He leaned down, bringing his mouth to my ear as he whispered to me. “But
they can’t have your beautiful, perfect pussy, can they?”
“No, Bear,” I cried.
“Why not, Beauty?” he slammed into me, his cock twitching and swelling.
“Because I belong to you, Bear,” I cried, staring deeply into his eyes.
“That’s right, baby, you’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Bear!” I cried.
He let go of my chin and wrapped his fingers around my neck as he began slamming hard into me.
“And this pussy, Beauty? Who does that belong to?”
“It’s your pussy, Bear,” I said.
“That’s right, baby,” he said. “Now, open those thighs wider so all those people can see what they'll never have.”
He pulled out and I whimpered in protest. He reached down grabbing my thighs and opening them up wide as he stepped to the side. He looked out at all the people watching and smiled, my pussy spread open wide, glistening under the harsh bright lights on display for everyone to see. He reached down, rubbing my clit in circles.
“Come for them, Beauty,” he said. "Show them how your pussy clenches when you come, how the juices flow out like a lovely little river, how your little clit becomes all swollen, how it twitches all on it's own…”