“Don’t stop,” she says when I take my hand away, but it’s only to unbutton her shorts. I dip my fingers down inside them and into her panties, feeling her sticky wetness on her lips.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, grinding my cock on her.
My fingers rub on her clit and she grips my forearm. I think for a second she’s going to pull it away, but she just moves it up and down faster. I wonder if this is how she does it when she masturbates, and I groan with the painful need to watch her do it.
I’m humping her thigh and hip as I rub her pussy, both of us in a frenzy to find relief. When I feel her other hand go to the waistband of my shorts and reach in to grab my cock, I cry out.
“Goddamn it, doll face,” I say through gritted teeth. Her hand stops, and I grab her arm like she’s gripping mine and jerk it up and down. “Faster,” I grunt.
The room is pitch black and our heavy breathing is echoing in my ears. I can smell her pussy and my sweat, and I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.
“Bear!” she cries out as she wiggles against me and her body begins to shake.
I can feel my fingers become slick with her release, and the knowledge that she just came on me is my undoing. I release in strong spurts as she jacks me off. She uses the sticky cum to coat my cock, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me. The sounds I make are low and guttural, and it probably sounds like an animal dying on the other side of the door. But dear god, I’ve never felt anything so good in all my life.
There are stars in my eyes from the force of my orgasm. I kiss her softly as my fingers slow against her clit and I feel the last of her pleasure leave her body. When I think she’s finished I reach up and swipe the stickiness on her lips, then kiss her again. The taste of her pussy is sexy and rich, and I can’t wait to lay her out on my bed and drink from her fountain.
I lick my fingers as my eyes adjust to the dark. I grab a nearby towel while she buttons up her pants, and I clean up some of the mess I made in my shorts. She giggles when I pick her up and pull her against my body, kissing her one more time.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I say against her lips.
“Can we do that again?”
“Fuck yes.”
Chapter Nine
Pepper
I cover the chicken lightly with breadcrumbs and parmesan and then slide it into the oven. I wash my hands and then go back over to my laptop to make sure I did the recipe right. After the gym, Bear and I parted ways after a hot and heavy makeout session in the hallway. He needed to take a shower and I needed to check on some emails that I’d gotten today about a few items I put up on Etsy. I hate parting with some of the things I make for money, but if I want to make a living doing this I have to. I like keeping the things I make or giving them as gifts, but that’s not practical for running a business.
When I see that it looks like I did everything right I head for my bedroom to change before Bear comes back over. I swear my body still tingles from what he did to me today. I’d touched myself before but that had never happened. What was even more shocking was how bold I was with him. I wanted to touch him so badly and the desire overpowered my insecurity.
It’s still hard to believe that my sweet teddy bear is the same man I saw in the ring today practicing. What’s even more crazy is that I wasn’t turned off by any of it. I didn’t see any anger from him like my aunt talked about with my dad. How he’d so easily lose his temper. Bear is nothing like that.
I take the braid out of my hair and let it fall free. Then I change into a T-shirt. It’s got a few paint stains on it, but we’re staying in for the night. I refresh my lip gloss and mascara and stare at myself in the mirror. I reach up my back and unsnap my bra and take it off. I turn to the side in the mirror and wonder if Bear will notice I don’t have anything on under my thin shirt.
Satisfied I head back into the kitchen and get a soda then mess around on my laptop until Bear shows up. He said he was going to take a shower and call his agent before he came over. But that was three hours ago.