Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts 3)
She wiggles her butt but it’s so slight, so innocent, I bet no one can tell how bad the little minx is torturing me.
Groaning, I want to thrust upwards so bad. Fuck the game, fuck the rules about things like this in public.
I want to fuck her right now.
I want to peel these skin tight jeans down, off her thick ass, and past those succulent thighs. I want to bend her over this seat, aim my thick rod right at her tight little pussy and just push all the way in. Seating myself inside of her slick warmth. Fuck.
My voice sounds even rough to me when I say, “Grace… be good. You are killing me.”
She smiles up to me and slides off to the seat beside me. Pulling my ear down to her lips, she gives the lobe a small lick before saying, “This is how I have been feeling all week. I am dying more and more each day we don’t…”
“Yo, lovebirds! It’s the big baby’s turn again. Let’s see how much further he can fall,” Chase calls out to us.
I look over at him and Brett, and they grin back at us. Thank god those two ugly mugs help settle the beast that is trying to tear its way out of my pants.
Lifting the ball, I look back at Grace who is beaming. I shake my head, she was doing that on purpose, I know it. But damn does she know how to make me get caveman about her. I really want to drag her to my lair and have my way with her all fucking night long.
Sending the ball back down the gutter helps eliminate the erection I had forming completely. Yep. Fuck whoever invented bowling, fuck ‘em to hell.
* * *
We’re all sitting around a big table, stuffing ourselves full of pizza. It’s not the greatest pizza in the world but it’s pretty good. The restaurant on the side of the bowling alley was a no brainer for us once we all got hungry. Thankfully, I don’t have to hear the sounds of balls and pins clanking together. Did I say I hate bowling?
Looking down at our empty pizza pan, I grumble, “Where did it all go?”
Grace begins to giggle. “Don’t look at me. You ate more than three fourths of it. I had two pieces and I already feel stuffed.”
She’s right, something about pizza makes me really hungry. I must have eaten it all.
We are all hugging goodbye for the night when I sweep a squealing Grace up into my arms. I shift her into a threshold carry as I pull her away from a chattering Mandy and Avery.
“What are you doing, Max?” she asks all high voiced.
“Taking my woman back to the cave. I have eaten, now I need to take care of other needs.”
Giggling, she wraps her arms around me and says, “I like the sound of that, it sounds fun.”
Leave it to Brett though to open his big mouth. “Go for the gutter, Bear!”
Everyone, including Grace, is laughing at me as I carry her to the SUV.
Chapter Ten
Grace
Max is driving us to his house and I don’t dare touch him.
The sexual tension has been building inside me all week, and I’ve reached a boiling point in sexual frustration. Night after night I’ve twisted and tangled myself up in my sheets, trying to sleep but unable to stop thinking about him.
His mouth, his hands. His monster cock that fills all my darkest parts.
Taking care of myself wasn’t enough. How can my own hand, my own little fingers ever compare to what only he can give?
I know his intentions after he stated them so plainly to everyone when he swept me up and carried me away from my friends like a caveman. I know what he wants after grinding myself against his cock between sets—he wants me just as bad as I want him. I know if I reach over and bridge that small distance between us I’ll start touching him and I won’t be able to stop touching him.
I’ll beg him to pull over, to tear my jeans down and slam that giant cock of his into my throbbing pussy, regardless of protection.
Just the memory of him sliding into me, skin to skin, nothing between us, has me biting my lip and squirming in my seat. Knees squeezing together, the ache pulsing inside me is so strong, so warm, it’s driving me fucking crazy.