Bear in a Billion: EXPOSED (#1) (5 page)

Yes
.

He swirled around it with his tongue, raspy, grasping at it. At the same time, she felt his fingers pulling back her panties, sliding underneath the moist fabric.

Yes. More.

And then he sucked her whole hard bud back at the same moment he sunk his fingers into her willing crease. She inhaled sharply. The jolts of pleasure spasmed out. She thought she was going to come.

No. She could wait. She could wait for him to enter her.

He licked around her engorged nipple, sucking it back, his fingers working her crease. She was so wet she was sopping. She wanted him inside of her. Needed him inside of her.

“I want you to lick me,” Haley moaned

He pulled his fingers from her crease and took hold of either side of her dress, ripping the last few buttons open in one smooth stroke. Then he rolled on top of her, kneading her breasts with his hands and kissing down her newly naked belly. He ran his tongue over her belly folds. The man was a maestro, working her nipples between his fingers as he kissed lower and lower. He twisted her hard buds just enough. Enough to cause a sting of pain, enough for her to open her thighs to him.

“Lower,” she whispered.

And he went lower. So low she could feel his hot breath between her legs. Low enough she could sense his lips a fraction of an inch above her damp panties. He reached down and smoothly ripped them off her, exposing her pussy to the night air. Haley was naked, vulnerable and she could feel the flick of his tongue, just above her mound, tasting the air. She couldn’t take it anymore. She opened her legs wide and twined her fingers through his shaggy hair with both hands, driving his face down to her.

“Oh, Ethan,” she moaned as he thrust his tongue into her wet entrance. “Oh, Ethan, Ethan…”

The tension grew within her as Ethan growled and licked his way up her slippery crease, all the way to her nubbin, circling around her sweet jewel. Haley felt him slide his hands down her curvy folds and under her ass. Her dress was now no more than a blanket over the sand, and he splayed her legs wider, angling her pussy directly into his face.

Yes. More please.

Ethan circled his tongue around her clit one more time and then enveloped it in his lips, sucking her precious berry back. She felt a jolt of pure passion spark through her as she lifted her hips, rocking them into his face. The tension she held within her grew tauter, more urgent. Like she was a violin and he was tightening her strings. He swirled around her nubbin again with his tongue, but this time he slipped his fingers past her petals and into her entrance. She was so wet his digits slipped right inside, feeling her, touching her. He licked around her berry and she thrust up to meet him again, grinding her pussy into his face, increasing the pressure. He kept at it, swirling his tongue, tightening her strings until it felt like she had been tuned too high. Tightened past breaking. She wanted release. She needed release. She needed it now.

And he gave it to her. He thrust his fingers deep within her and at the same time sucked her berry back between his lips. It was too much. Her taut strings could bear no more. They broke. She broke. Jolts of electricity sparked free from her core, sending wave upon wave of pure pleasure to her extremities. Every hair on her body, every goosebump, every cell trembled with satisfaction as the waves of her orgasm radiated outward, one after another, swamping her body in a sea of bliss. He continued to lick her. Continued to pleasure her crease until she knew she could take no more. She needed him inside of her. She needed all of him inside of her.

“Fuck me, Ethan,” Haley moaned.

He licked his tongue all the way down her crease.

“I want your dick in my pussy.”

“I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fuck you ’til you scream my name.”

Ethan rose and pulled off his shirt, exposing his rippled muscles. She hadn’t seen him like that before, out of his shirt, out of his wetsuit, and he was better built than she had imagined possible, all sinew and strength leading down to his glorious cock. He pulled his board shorts all the way off, exposing it to her. Magnificent was the word that came to Haley’s mind. Utterly magnificent. And big. He was more than a California surfer. He was her Prince Charming. Steadfast, true, and strong. He pulled a condom from the pocket of his shorts and tore the package open, squeezing the tip and rolling it down over his massive member.

Haley practically had to pinch herself. Was this really happening? Ethan fell to his knees and placed a strong hand on either side of her hips, pulling her near. He toyed her pussy lips with the head of his dick, running it through her petals, teasing the entrance.

“Come inside me,” Haley whimpered.

He ran the head of his dick down her luscious wet folds again.

“Come on, I want you,” Haley moaned.

“I want you too, baby. But I need you to be ready for me.”

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, toying his dick over her wet entrance.

“Yes,” she whispered.

And Ethan ran his hands under her back and picked her up with his strong arms, rolling backward as he did so. Haley let out a little yelp, and a moment later, Ethan was on his back in the sand and she was straddling him, her dripping pussy just inches from his cock. He reached up and kneaded her breasts.

“Now I’m going to fuck you, baby. I’m going to fuck you ’til you can’t walk straight.”

“No,” Haley said, sliding back over his hips and positioning herself squarely above him. “
I’m
going to fuck
you
.”

And she reached down, pulling his hard cock into the ready position. Good. She felt the tip at her entrance. And she slid down atop it.

Oh, sweet mercy.

Inch upon inch filled her up. It was big and she was tight, but it still slipped into her like a perfect fit. Just the right amount of friction, just the right amount of slide. Ethan’s rigid member slid all the way up, and Haley couldn’t remember ever feeling so full. She gasped for air as he bottomed out and then she rose slowly. Once she was almost at the tip, she sat back down on him, filling herself up.

Lord, it was good on top. She moved her hands up his glorious chest to his pecs, planted a palm on either one and lifted herself up again, her pussy plaintively grasping at his dick. This time as she went back down, he came up to meet her, and soon, they were rocking in rhythm with each other, her pussy sucking him in farther with each thrust. He twisted her nipples between his fingers.

“Harder,” Haley said.

He thrust up into her.

“Harder.”

He thrust up into her again.

“Keep going.”

Haley started to lose sight of where she was, of who she was. All she felt was the punishing rhythm as she slapped down on him, his hard cock filling her up. The tension built in her, winding slowly, one turn for every thrust, and soon her strings were so taut she knew she would break once more. Everything was heightened—the sound of his breath, the thrust of his hips, the moon, the stars. The sky whirled around her, waves crashing on the beach.

“Deeper,” she moaned.

He took his hands from her breasts and slid them down to her hips, thrusting her down. It sent her over the edge. Haley saw starbursts as the sky whirled around her. Night became day, and day night as her orgasm washed over her, obliterating anything in its path. It was a wave of pure pleasure, drowning all that would dare to resist. And after the first wave had crashed on her shore, a second came, and then a third. Haley had known no feeling like this, no man like this, how was this feeling even possible?

She bobbed up and down upon him as the waves of her orgasm rolled into the furthest recesses of her being. Finally, when she was able to stabilize herself, she got her breath back and laid down upon his chest.

“Perfect,” he growled.

Still inside of her, he ran his hand down her back.

“The sex?” Haley said.

“You.”

“Come on, you don’t need to say that.”

“I do,” Ethan said. “Because it’s true. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect woman or a more perfect night.”

Was he for real? Haley was embarrassed. Self-conscious. Ethan was too good to be true. So good she didn’t know if she should believe him or run for the hills.

“You say that to all the girls.”

“Haley,” Ethan said, rubbing his hand all the way up her back to her neck. “I’ve never said that to anybody before in my life.”

He ran his hand back down, past her eyes, and she noticed a tiny star tattooed in blue ink on his wrist. It was small and unobtrusive, perfectly positioned to be covered by a watch. Haley turned her head to look into his eyes.

“That’s sweet,” she said.

“That’s the truth.”

And he kissed her deeply, their souls mingling and melting into the night.

Chapter Four

Haley awoke in her own bed with a smile on her face. Had it even happened? Had that magnificent night actually occurred? Yes, yes it had. She wasn’t even halfway to the bathroom before Katie and Laila were all over her.

“Oh my gosh, where were you?” Laila asked.

“You spent the night with him, didn’t you,” Katie said.

Haley didn’t have a chance to open her mouth.

“I knew it,” Laila said.

Haley went to the bathroom. She left the door open because clearly her roommates needed to talk.

“I spent the night here,” Haley said.

“But you were with him,” Katie said.

Haley smiled. Even if she had wanted to, there was no way she could deny it.

“Well?” Laila squealed.

“It was awesome,” Haley said. She made no effort to contain the enormous grin on her face. She hoped her friends didn’t think she was gloating, but she just couldn’t help her smile from spreading wider and wider. The time she and Ethan had spent together was like nothing she had experienced before. Exquisite in every way. The only reason she’d had Ethan drop her off at all was because she didn’t want to worry Laila and Katie. Otherwise, she’d have spent the rest of the night with him. Who was she fooling? Given the chance, she would spend forever with him.

“Awesome?” Katie asked.

“Yeah, awesome,” Haley replied, finishing up at the toilet. “Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.”

Katie ran in and gave her a hug. “You go, girl.”

“So what do you think,” Laila asked. “Are you going to see him again?”

“I sure hope so,” Haley said. Laila looked away. Haley knew that look. She was concerned about something. “What?” Haley asked.

“It’s just that…” Laila trailed off.

“It’s just that what?” Haley said.

“I don’t want to be a killjoy here, but he’s a surfer. He lives in his van. A guy like that could disappear at any second.”

Laila, Laila, Haley thought. She knew that her friend had her best interests at heart.

“I’m a big girl. It’ll be all right,” Haley said.

“Are you sure?” Laila asked.

“She’s sure,” Katie said. Haley squeezed a dab of toothpaste onto her brush. “Look at the confidence in that smile,” Katie continued.

“I’m sure,” Haley said. “I don’t know if it will turn into anything, and right now, I’m concentrating on me.” Haley winked at Katie. “But it was awesome.”

Haley spent the morning looking into the shifter story. She may have just been with the studliest California dude in the world, but she hadn’t forgotten about her own goals. She got online to discover that the entire internet was buzzing with shifter news. Some blogs were skeptical, some were scathing, about the only piece of information that she picked up was that they believed the interview had been conducted somewhere in coastal California. None offered much more information that that. Except Haley had a hunch.

She hadn’t studied the video in detail yesterday, but even looking at it as she filled the ketchup bottles, she thought she had seen the ocean. She brought the clip up online, running through it from the beginning. The digitally obscured face of the man was impossible to recognize, but it appeared from the house that the shifter was a very wealthy man. The place was sleek and modern, with glass walls, and the glimmer of the ocean was visible in the background. It was nearly impossible to tell where, though. Except then she saw a bird. It looked like a California condor. And they were very rare. That must have been where the coastal California speculation had come from.

Haley felt her reporter’s juices flowing. Investigating a story was the next best thing to sex. All her life, people had been telling Haley she couldn’t do anything. Her ex-boyfriend had been the worst. But when Haley started digging into a story, she knew she could do something. She could be more than the curvy chick. She could get to the truth.

She continued advancing through the video, frame by frame. She wasn’t so interested in what the shifter guy was saying. Everybody would be looking at that. She wanted to know who he was. That’s where the real story was. If she could break that and maybe, just maybe, get an interview with him, she’d be able to score a job at any news organization in the country. Just the thought of it put a smile on her face. And since she was already in California, she had an advantage. If she could figure out just where on the coast the interview had been recorded, she would be that much closer to the guy.