Keep It Classy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 7)

He didn’t notice my discomfort, instead bringing one large hand up to cup one breast and bringing it up to his mouth. The moment his tongue touched the tip, my eyes were closing, and I told myself to stop overanalyzing everything.

And I did…for the most part.

I wasn’t thinking about the scars that I had due to my skin reduction surgery—luckily most of those were still covered by my dress. I also wasn’t thinking about the night before. The day that I’d had, concealing my emotions. I didn’t think about anything but him. This. Right now.

“Fuck,” I breathed out shakily. “What are you doing to me?”

You know what else I didn’t think about?

The fact that I’d never done this before.

Sure, I’d kissed a boy before.

Once.

But I was always Big T, Turner Squared, who was so fat and ugly that a boy had to be dared to kiss me.

That’s right. I’d been kissed. Once. On a dare.

I hadn’t realized at the time that it’d been a dare, but the moment that I did realize it? I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t kiss another living soul unless I was sure that they felt something real for me.

And in my current predicament? I was a hundred percent sure that Castiel wanted me.

“I’m doing to you what I’ve wanted to do since you called me a jerk the day that Zee reconnected with Jubilee,” he informed me. “Seems fitting that we’re doing this on the day that they got married, yes?”

I couldn’t agree more.

A loud pounding had me backing away from Castiel, but he didn’t let my nipple go when I did, causing a sweet sting to jolt through me as well as a shot of pleasure.

“Shit,” I breathed, my hands going to his head. “Do that again.”

He bit down slightly on my nipple and caused that same sensation to once again spark through me.

When I went to repeat the order a second time, the words on my lips died as he brought one of his hands around and delved two fingers in between my pussy lips.

I froze at the foreign sensation.

I’d never, not once, been touched like that by anyone but myself.

And honestly, I wasn’t even sure that I was good at it.

It was hard to feel good about yourself when you couldn’t think about anything but how a man would never touch you this way.

And now this man, with his beautiful face, and his bearded jaw, puffy kissed lips, and his bright eyes was touching me. And he was enjoying it.

He liked it.

The hard-on pressed against my ass cheeks was proof.

He distracted me by what he was doing between my legs—which was circling my entrance with both fingers—by switching to the other breast. His hand looked obscene against the paleness of my skin where he was cupping my breast, and I felt my nipple tighten even further.

“Your tits are so beautiful,” he growled, leaning forward to lick the tip. “I’ve never in my life seen any so beautiful.”

I felt a sheen of sweat start coating my skin at his words.

“I’m not sure if you can tell,” I told him, my hands on his shoulder. “But…oh, God.”

He’d sunk two fingers inside of me, and my entire being froze at the newness.

“What can’t I tell?” he teased, moving his thumb up to my clit as he moved two fingers inside of me. Slow and sure.

I wanted to come.

So bad.

“I’m not sure,” I paused as a moan fell from my lips. “Jesus. I’m not sure if you can tell that I’m not as experienced as, sweet baby Jesus yes. Most girls. I’m not experienced like, God yes. Most girls.”

He was moving those fingers in and out of me so slowly that I wanted to beg him to speed up. But with each twist of his fingers, I’d once again get a flick of my clit.

Then there was his mouth on my breast.

I wasn’t sure what to do or where to focus my attention.

But my body directed me despite my inexperience.

I ground myself into his length, then bent forward and pressed my wet lips to his temple as I breathed through the sensations that were powering through me.

There was just so much to focus on.

His hands were rough—workingman hands. I could feel the calluses on the hand on my breast as he held me up to his mouth. The mouth that was slowly torturing my nipple one flick, nip and suck at a time.

Then there was his other hand that was between my thighs. It was busy pushing in and pulling out.

There was banging once again going on outside, and I jolted.

“It’s the sound system getting set up,” he said. “Kiss me.”

I did, bringing my mouth down to his as I lost myself in his kiss.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked, pulling back slightly so that he could see into my eyes.