Authors: Belinda Meyers
Chapter 5
What am I doing?
Jackie thought, feeling Matt’s tongue probe the seam of her lips. She should
stop kissing and shove him away. They could be discovered at any moment! Instead
she opened her mouth to him and played her tongue against his. They kissed
passionately, and she felt her blood rush like fire. Fire, ha. That was a laugh.
That was one thing she could never have. Not until this was all over. And yet
she felt it, and it was glorious. She was soaking her panties already.
And she knew he could smell it, too.
Naughty, sexy naked bear shifter man.
She ran her hands over his taut
eight-back and muscular pecs. Ooo, he was delicious. She could just about eat
him up.
He trailed kisses down from her
lips to her neck, and she almost whimpered when his lips touched the soft skin
there.
Then, breathless, he pulled back.
“Are you sure?” he said. “I mean,
the situation isn’t ideal.”
She reached down and touched his
cock, which had become instantly hard. It was huge and thick, and it pulsed in
her grip. She wanted it in her. Now.
“I’m sure,” she said. “Besides,
what else are we going to do till your bear is ready?
Hell, maybe this’ll wake him up.”
Matt grinned. “Maybe. And the
golems make so much noise we’ll have plenty of warning if they come back.” He
glanced toward the open doorway. “Let’s use one of the side rooms, though. Out
of the line of sight.”
He swept her up in huge arms like
she was weightless, pressing her against his massive chest as though she were a
young girl, or maybe a groom carrying his bride over the threshold, then
marched through the dark room, through a doorway and into another, smaller
chamber. This whole suite was a playroom, or play area, and it didn’t surprise
Jackie to see several more couches grouped around a table, this one laden with
what looked like smoking paraphernalia—pipes, papers, baggies, a tin tray, even
a hooka.
“Ha!” she said. “Tanny’s a stoner.”
She could feel Matt’s smile against
her lips when he set her down on the plushest sofa and kissed her lips again.
“Wizards are naughty,” he said between kisses. “I like that.”
He kissed her cheek, then down her
throat again, and she hastily shrugged off her jacket. He helped lift her black
shirt over her head, and she tossed it aside gladly, then reached around and
unfastened her bra strap. Sent it sailing on top of the shirt. Her nipples
stiffened at the contact with the cold air, and goose bumps popped out on her
breasts. He kissed them, and she sighed when his tongue made circles around her
nipple, then flicked it fast-fast-fast.
“Ahh,” she moaned.
She was in a hurry now. She kicked
off her shoes and socks, unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down. He helped,
jerking them off in a rush, then, more gently helped her pull her panties down.
Sure enough, they were drenched.
His nostrils quivered, scenting the
moistness, and she blushed. He only grinned wider, though. He had shoved the
table aside, and now he knelt between her splayed legs, his eyes on her
crevice. She wished she had shaved her patch before showing up today, but that
had been the last thing on her mind. At least she’d done her legs. It didn’t seem
to bother him, though.
“Are you really going to … ?” she
started.
“Hell yeah.”
He grabbed her thighs and threw her
legs over his broad, sexy shoulders, then kissed her belly. His warm tongue
made circles around her navel, then trailed kisses down to her mound. Her
breaths came faster and faster.
Am I
really doing this? I just met this guy! I don’t even know his last name!
But she knew enough. He had just saved her life from the golem, and he had
proven himself a fearless, brave hero of the highest order. He was a big, naked
sexy bear-man who wanted her, and she was honest enough with herself to know
that she wanted him, too. Besides, danger had always turned her on, and that
was when she
wasn’t
trapped with an
awesome, god-like mountain man who just happened to be a bear shifter.
She gasped when Matt lapped her
crevice with his tongue, slowly running it up from the lowest part to the
highest. Then he started again at the bottom, but this time he pressed his
tongue inside her, just a bit. Delicious tingles radiated all throughout her.
He lapped her again, and she moaned and squeezed her thighs together, then
gripped his lovely red-blond hair in one hand while she squeezed one of her
breasts with the other.
“You like that?” he said, looking
up from between her legs. Moisture rimmed his lips.
Ooo, sexy bear man, playing with
her.
“Uh-huh,” she said, breathless.
Nodding.
He held up a thick finger, and a
smile played at the corner of his lips.
“Know what I’m going to do with
this?”
She bit her lower lip and shook her
head.
Amusement danced in his eyes as he
placed the finger at her opening, then inserted it inside her—but only one
knuckle deep. She gasped and squirmed, loving the feel of him inside her, even
just a little. He was such a tease! She cried out as he plunged his thick,
calloused finger deeper into her, then she grabbed a pillow from the sofa next
to her and shoved it over her mouth. She didn’t know if the golems could hear,
but it paid to be safe. She moaned into the pillow as he thrust his finger into
her all the way, and she gripped it with her vaginal muscles. If his finger was
this thick, how big would his cock be? She couldn’t wait to find out.
His tongue caressed her clit, and
she gasped and clutched the pillow to her chest. His finger pulled out, then
plunged in again—hard!—even as his tongue continued to lap her nub, and waves
of pleasure coursed through her. She arched her back and moved her hips gently,
opening herself to him. One of his hands stroked the side of her face, and she brought
his fingers to her lips and kissed them. Then she placed that hand on her
breast. Getting the message, he rubbed her nipple with his thumb, and it
stiffened even more. The pressure built and built in her, and she knew she
couldn’t last much longer.
“No!” she said. “Stop.”
He kept doing what he was doing for
a moment, then paused and looked up.
“Are you sure?” he said.
“I want you inside me,” she said.
“I can arrange that.”
Slowly, he stood, trailing kisses
up her thighs, then her knees and all the way to her feet as he unfolded. When
he was fully up, his cock jutted up proudly, and Jackie moaned again when she
saw the bead of white fluid gathered on the tip. Impishly, she sat up and
brought her mouth to it. Sitting down like she was, she was at the perfect
height for what she wanted to do. She didn’t kiss the head of his shaft
immediately but kissed its sides, running her lips all the way down to its
base.
“What are you doing?” he said, but
she could hear the pleasure in his voice and knew what he really meant was
What are you doing to me?
She loved it. Here he was, this big
confident, muscular man, and she was driving him wild. She had complete power
over him, of his pleasure, and he was willingly giving her that power.
She stroked his balls gently with
one hand while the other gripped his muscular thigh, stabilizing herself, then
licked the bead of pearly white from the head of his dick. It was salty and
delicious. As soon as she stroked his shaft with her tongue again, his cock
pulsed and another bead replaced it.
“You like that?” she said.
It was his turn to say, “Uh-huh.”
His face had gone rigid, his eyes
burning brands. He was
into
this!
Smiling, she opened her mouth wide
and took him inside her. She made circles around the head of his shaft with her
tongue, then made her lips seal tight to either side of his enormous shaft. She
bobbed her head down, taking him deeper inside her, then back up, then back
down again. He moaned above, and she felt his huge, cum-filled balls pulse in
her hand. His giant cock throbbed in her mouth, and she could taste more of his
pre-cum on her tongue.
She took him inside until she
couldn’t take him anymore, then removed her hand from his balls and wrapped it
around the base of his shaft. She squeezed it and pumped up and down even while
she continued to bob her head, and he let out a long, low sound that seemed to
be half purr, half growl. It was such a damn sexy sound she felt herself
getting even wetter than she already was, and she wouldn’t have thought that
was possible.
“No more,” he gasped at last. “No
more or I’ll …”
She teased him by making one more
circle around his shaft with her tongue. His cock throbbed again, and she
tasted more pre-cum in her mouth. When his dick throbbed, his abs convulsed,
too, and she loved the way his eight-pack rippled. He craned his head and grit
his teeth, and cords of muscle stood out on his thick neck. She knew he was
struggling hard not to come.
“Not yet,” she said, pulling back.
She blew on his dick, as if to cool it off, and looked up at him, all quivering
muscles and intense eyes. He had been right on the brink.
She leaned back in the sofa,
spreading her legs, and he dropped to his knees before her. His cock rubbed her
opening as he bent over her, and he kissed her on the lips even as the head of
his shaft shoved, just an inch, inside. She moaned into his mouth and threw her
legs around his waist, just barely managing to hook her ankles together on the
other side.
“Is this what you want?” he said,
shoving just a little deeper into her.
She nodded and ran a hand up his
abs, relishing his tight muscles, and paused in the valley between his mighty
pecs. She could feel his heart beating fast and strong beneath her fingers. The
gleam of sweat beaded his brow.
“I want you,” she said. “Now.”
“Will you lay a spell on me if I
don’t?”
She snorted a laugh, not very
lady-like. “I might! Now put that thing inside me right now or so help me—”
He grinned and shoved himself
inside her. She bit the inside of her cheek to prevent crying out. He pushed in
deeper, stretching her, but even though it hurt a little the pleasure was so
intense that hardly mattered. She closed her eyes, delighting in the feel of
him. He was huge, bigger than any man she’d ever had before. She could already
feel her vaginal muscles quivering around him. He pulled back, then rolled his
hips, stroking into her. With every pump, he thrust deeper and deeper. He
filled her completely, or what she thought was completely, and then his cock
throbbed with a titanic pulse, stretching her even more.
“Yes,” she heard herself say.
“Yes.”
She opened her eyes to see him
bending over her. That intense, sexy look was back on his face, and she could
see his eyes shift colors as he kissed her breasts and trailed kisses up her
neck to behind her ear. She moved her hips, taking him deeper, then pulling
back, then deeper again. They matched rhythms, going faster and faster, harder
and harder. The couch rocked beneath her, and she had to adjust her balance to
keep it quiet.
The pressure built and built in her
again, carrying her to maddening heights, and finally she couldn’t take it
anymore. She bit his chest to stifle her cries as she exploded around his
shaft, and her orgasm triggered his own. He groaned and went rigid as his cock
throbbed inside her, again and again, shooting hot jets deep into her. His seed
filled her core. Still entranced in her own aftershocks, she kissed his sweaty
chest and ran her hands through his hair.
Both panting, they collapsed to the
carpeted floor, and she draped an arm across his chest as they recovered. His
seed trickled out of her, and she had to fight a naughty desire to slip a
finger down there and taste it. She supposed she should put something under her
to protect the carpet, but then again Tannenbaum could just magic it away afterward,
right?
“Wow,” Matt said, his back against
the floor and turning his huge head sideways to peer into her eyes. “That was
intense.”
She kissed the side of his chest.
He had wrapped an arm around her, bringing her in close, and despite the
nearness of danger she had never felt so protected.
“That was wild,” she said, then
confessed, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Me, either.”
She studied him. “Just who are you,
Matt?”
He gave a little laugh. “
That’s
a broad question.”
“Well, let’s start with a name.
What’s your last name?”
“Johnson.”
She almost laughed. “Really? Like—”
Her gaze flicked down to his member, which was still somewhat stiff and
gleaming with their juices “—like
a
johnson?”
A smile played at the corners of
his lips. “If you like.”
“Are you from Pine Ridge?”
He nodded. “I was born here, but I
spent many years away.”
“Why?”
“Navy,” he said. “I signed up when
I was eighteen, got sent overseas. Eventually I became a SEAL.”
Her eyes widened. “You were a Navy
SEAL? But you’re a bear!” She giggled. “A bear-seal. I’ve heard of lion seals,
but never a bear seal.”
“Believe it or not, but that’s how
I became a bear shifter,” he said. "I wasn't a shifter at the time."
"Tell me."
“It was during combat. I was
wounded and would have died. But one of my squad-mates, a good friend of mine,
wouldn’t let me go. He shocked the hell out of me when he bent over and bit me,
deep. There I was, bleeding to death in some godforsaken Middle East ruin, and
my best friend bites me! Hard!”
“You must have been freaked.”
“I was. And this was before
shifters came out of the den, too, so I had no idea what the hell was going on.
He said, ‘This will save you’. I was dizzy and had lost a lot of blood, but I
know I must have looked at him like he was a madman.” A sad look crossed Matt’s
face. “Paul,” he said, softly. “His name was Paul Harkness.”