“You taste as sweet as you look,” he says when his mouth leaves mine, traveling down the column of my neck. My fingers dig into his bare shoulders. “I need more.”
“More,” I agree, my head dropping back as his mouth works his way down my chest. He pushes the straps of my dress off my shoulders. With a small tug, my breast spills out the top of my bra. Bear latches onto my nipple. His mouth is greedy, taking a long, hard suck. I arch into him. The sensation shoots through my body, ending between my thighs. A gush of wetness fills my panties.
“I’ll give you more, sweetness.” His words come out gruff.
My eyes open as he moves us, setting me down on to some counter thing. He drops to his knees in front of me, pushing my dress up my thighs.
“Bear?” I question, suddenly remembering that we are in the locker room of an all-male gym.
“You said you wanted more.” He spreads my thighs, making room for his broad shoulders. “And I’m going to give you more.” He pulls me closer to him. His warmth breath tickles the inside of my thighs as he presses open-mouthed kisses to them. Desire courses through my body.
I start to wiggle until I’m almost falling off the counter, trying to get his mouth where I need it most. He’s taking too long. Really it’s only been a second, maybe two, but to my body it feels as though it’s been an eternity. The throb intensifies to the point that it’s almost unbearable.
“You said it wouldn’t hurt.”
“I’ve got you, sweetness.” His thick fingers grip the side of my panties, tugging them to the side. Bear sucks in a deep, long breath. His eyes fall closed like he’s savoring me. “You smell sweet too.” I let out a whimper. I swear I could come from the sight of him alone.
Bear’s eyes fly back open at the sound. His hands grip my hips, pulling me more to the edge of the counter before he’s burying his face between my thighs.
“Bear!” I cry out in surprise. As he did with my nipple, he sucks my clit into his mouth, taking long, hard pulls of me. I’m already too worked up to last. The orgasm hits me fast, knocking the air out of my lungs.
I fall back onto the counter as ecstasy flows through my whole body. Bear doesn't stop. He drinks down every drop of me and goes back for more. When he releases my clit, his tongue trails down the lips of my sex, thrusting inside of me. I swear this man is trying to kill me with pleasure.
“You're going to give me another one.” I gather my strength enough to lift myself up to peer down at him. I watch as he slides one of those thick fingers inside of me, stretching me, his mouth going back to my clit. He works me until my body does as he asked. I orgasm again, this time screaming his name.
I lie breathless on top of the counter, staring up at the white ceiling. Bear goes back to placing soft kisses on the inside of my thighs. What the hell just happened?
Late at night when I’m alone, I’ve given myself orgasms. I’m starting to second guess if I’ve ever actually had one before. This was unlike anything I’d done to myself on those rare occasions.
“You know other people need to use the locker room too,” someone shouts, making me jump. I sit up, grabbing the front of my dress to put my breast that escaped back away.
Embarrassment rushes through me as Bear pulls my panties back into place before he spins around and all but roars, living up to his name. I reach down to make sure my dress is fixed but quickly realize Bear has already put in back in place.
I slip off the counter. “I can’t believe we did that,” I whisper. My eyes go to the locker room door. I want nothing more than to run out of here, but I can’t. Everyone is out there. And I’m pretty sure they heard what was going on in here.
“You didn’t enjoy it?” Bear turns back to face me. I missed whatever he’d growled at all of them because I was too lost in my own embarrassment.
“Bear!” I hiss. “I’m not some whore or one of your many women,” I sputter. “What happened to waiting to fuck me?” I tilt my chin up, both shocked and proud that I got those words past my lips.
How had I forgotten about him saying that to me yesterday? I clearly can’t think straight around him. It’s worse when he touches me.
“My whores?” He gives me a perplexed look. I huff, rolling my eyes.
I don’t know if it’s the orgasms or what, but too many emotions are racing inside of me. I’m on the verge of screaming or bursting into tears.