Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts #3) (5 page)

Pulling my head down to her mouth, she whispers, “Oh god, Max, we have to stop or I will make a mess of my skirt.”

Nodding my head, I ask, “Do you really care about this movie?”

Shaking her head, she says, “I only picked it because it seemed like a guy flick.”

“Let’s go to my house,” I say and look into her eyes.

She nods her head in agreement, and I swear it takes every ounce of self-control I have in me to keep from throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her back to my cave like some fucking barbarian.

I
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Max and I were in that movie theater for all of ten minutes before we bailed out of there, and now we’re flying down the road in his Escalade. He’s doing at least twenty over the speed limit to get us to his house, and I don’t care, I’m not the least bit worried. We turn off the main street and we’re curving around the lake. He’s maneuvering this road like he knows it like the back of his hand.

I barely know the guy but my gut is telling me I can trust him.

With my window down and the breeze washing over me, I feel like laughing with joy. It’s been such a long time since I’ve done anything this exhilarating, since I’ve let my hair down and just had fun.

I’m only twenty-two but for so long I’ve felt so much older and stressed out. There’s been so much weight on my shoulders, so much responsibility thrust upon me before I was ready to handle it.

Tonight, though, with Max I want to put the weight to the side and let myself feel young again.

For tonight I want to be free.

Looking over to him I watch him struggle with keeping his eyes on the road so we don’t crash. The way he looks at me it just pierces straight through me. Like he can see me, he can really see me.

He knows who I am and he likes it.

I’m not just an easy lay or some used up chick who will put out because she’s desperate. He makes me feel beautiful, sexy even. He’s already seen me mostly naked so I don’t have to worry about my body disgusting him.

He looks at me like he wants to tear the clothes off of my body and ravish me right where I sit.

And I’d let him, I’d so let him. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what was under the sheet yesterday morning and how he’ll fit inside me.

He can’t seem to keep his eyes or his hands off of me. Hand on my thigh, he squeezes and tenderly strokes my sensitive skin. His hand is so big, so roughed and calloused, I can’t help but marvel at how small I look compared to him.

I’m glad I decided to wear a dress tonight, especially when his hand strokes up and I spread my knees in anticipation. If he rubs me like he did in the theater I’m so going to ruin his nice leather seat.

He growls deep in his throat and fingers brush too gently up, across my clit. My panties are ruined, completely ruined, but I don’t come. I’m left hanging on the edge.

I drag my eyes down his face, his neck, the breadth of his wide chest. He’s literally twice the size of any other man I’ve ever been with, and inside I can’t help but clench with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.

Breathing heavily, I will him to keep touching me with my eyes but he’s just a dirty tease.

Dragging his hand back down, he squeezes my thigh again and I’m so worked up, I grind my teeth in frustration.

Doesn’t he know chicks can have multiple orgasms? I’d like just one I didn’t have to give to myself in this lifetime. Yeah, that’s right, Carson never did it for me.

Reaching over, I decide to fight fire with fire. I place my palm directly on top of the cock tenting his shorts and squeeze him through the stiff fabric.

“Fuck,” he grunts out and his hips rock up, rubbing himself against my hand. It makes me feel so powerful, the big, mighty Bear felled by my little hand.

I squeeze him again and he warns, “If you don’t stop I’m going to hit a tree.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” I pout, and pull my hand away after I give him another quick squeeze.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he curses again after glancing over at me. “Hold on, baby, we’re almost there.”

His hand slides back up, his callouses scratching across my skin. Then without warning his thick fingers are slipping into my soaked panties and playing with me.

“Max,” I gasp and throw my head back.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice thick and husky.

“Yes, yes, please don’t stop!” I implore him. His fingers find my clit and push, moving in circular little movements.

I lock my knees together, clamping my thighs tight around his hand, but he fights through it. His fingers never stop moving. So much warmth, so much pressure builds inside me. His fingers just seem to know exactly how to play me.

It starts as a tremor deep in my core and then my world cracks, breaking open. All these intense sensations just seem to gush out of me.

“Yes,” Max growls deeply and his fingers work faster against me. “Come for me, baby.”

I cry out, hands clutching at my seat, as I rock my hips up, riding his hand.

“So fucking wet for me,” he purrs and somehow he’s leaning over me, kissing me as I float back down from that amazing orgasm.

I kiss him back, my lips slow and struggling against his. It takes a long moment for the earth to stop moving and for me to realize the car is no longer moving either.

I try to pull away but his free hand grabs the back of my head, trapping me in his kiss. “Are we here?” I ask against his lips.

“Mmmhmm,” he murmurs against my mouth and slides his fingers out of my panties.

I gasp, my thighs trembling at the loss of him. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, overwhelming me with his hunger.

I hear my seatbelt click. Both of his hands move to my hips, grabbing me, and then I’m hauled onto his lap. I shiver and moan into his mouth as his muscled thighs spread my thighs wide open as I straddle him. Air hits my wet panties like a cold breath, and inside I clench, my muscles locking up with tension.

I grab at his polo, clutching him as he continues to kiss me senseless and breathless. Hands sliding behind me, he grabs two big handfuls of my ass and squeezes. Lifting his hips up, he grinds his hard bulge against my overly sensitive clit.

“Oh god,” I gasp. It’s too much, too soon.

“Hold on to me,” he commands and then the warm night air hits me as one of his hands leaves my ass and his door pops opens.

Fingers releasing their death grip on his shirt, I wrap my arms around his neck. Somehow, someway he has the coordination to continue kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth even as he steps out of the car with my weight clinging to him. He does it so smoothly, so easily, you’d think he was used to picking people up and carrying them around.

He stands up to his full, looming height and I wrap my legs firmly around his waist to keep from falling off. I feel so high up, I tell myself not to look down.

I’m jostled for only a second as his foot kicks back and the car door slams behind us. Then I’m bouncing against him, his hard-on torturing me so sweetly, bumping against my panties as he’s rushing forward, carrying me into his house.

Once we’re through the door, my back hits the wall and he increases his attack on my mouth as his hands tear at my top, trying to reach my breasts.

“I. Just. Can’t. Get. Enough. Of. You,” he says between thrusts of his tongue and pulls from his mouth.

He stops kissing me only long enough to yank my dress up, over my head.

I pant heavily, sucking in much needed air as he leans back to stare at my breasts.

Under his warm, appraising eyes, my breasts feel suddenly heavy and my nipples tighten inside my lacey bra.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he groans likes he’s in pain before he starts kissing me hungrily again.

I’m vaguely aware that we’re moving again. We don’t stop until my back hits the back of something soft.

He pulls away, his warmth and weight leaving me. I start to protest only to stop at the sight of him rising above me. Mesmerized, I watch him grab the bottom of his shirt and rip it up and off. His torso stretches up, all the rippling muscles in chest tightening and then relaxing. I swear, he’s a living, breathing, work of art.

A work of art I’d like to explore with my tongue.

Tossing his shirt away, his eyes lock on mine and darken. I don’t know why but my lungs freeze, unable to take in air as I suffer a moment of panic. He just looks so intense, so full of purpose, and so fucking big from down here.

He sinks down to the floor, going to his knees, his dark gaze never leaving me. Grabbing my soaked panties, he yanks them off. I shiver and try to lock my knees together but he grabs them with his hands and effortlessly pries them apart.

Oh god, I’m completely exposed to him. His eyes finally break from mine, traveling slowly downwards, scorching over my body.

Suddenly self-consciousness overwhelms me. I want to cover myself, I don’t want him to see all of my flaws. Especially the stretch marks.

I reach down, covering my tummy and he growls in warning. “Don’t.”

I bite my lip and shake my head. He grabs my hands and I’m so weak, it’s pathetic. I can’t keep him from pinning my hands to my sides. The guy could probably hold me down with just his pinkies.

I clench my eyes shut, afraid to see what he’s thinking as he looks at me.

I used to have such an awesome, rocking body before I got pregnant. I used to love wearing skimpy clothing and showing off my tight tummy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says with such thick feeling I look down at him in surprise. But he’s not even looking up at my face, he’s looking at my body, at my belly specifically.

Eyes tracing the lines of my stretch marks.

Devouring me.

“Is it crazy that I want to see what you’d look like swelling with my baby?”

“Yes,” I gasp immediately. He can’t be serious, but just in case I let him know, “That is fucking crazy.”

His eyes slide up to my eyes and he just grins at me.

He’s joking, right? He’s has to be joking…

But I can’t really tell as his eyes slide back down my body, slipping between my thighs. Fingers locking around my knees, he bends down and his tongue swipes across my lower lips.

“Fucking hell,” I squeak. I can’t believe he just licked me.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” he rumbles and then I’m coming up off the bed as his tongue swipes me again, bottom to top.

“Oh fuck, what are you doing?” I ask, coming up on my elbows to stare down at him.

“Getting you ready,” he breathes against me and I shiver, my legs trembling as his hot breath washes over me.

“I am ready,” I assure him. I’ve been ready since yesterday morning.

One of his hand pushes up my thigh and then his thick digit is pushing through my folds, penetrating me.

“No,” he grunts as he pulls his finger out and then thrusts it back in, torturing me. “You’re so fucking tight, I’ll hurt you.”

I want to argue with him but I can’t.

I’m still wet from my orgasm but incredibly tight. I can feel the strain just from that one finger. He probably would hurt me if he tried to fill me with his monster sized cock right now. I guess this is one of the downfalls of not having sex in years.

“Just lay back and relax,” he urges. “I’ve been fantasizing about eating this sweet little pussy all day.”

I giggle nervously and feel suddenly awkward. He’s the first guy I’ve been with that’s ever expressed an interest in doing this and I’m not sure how to handle it, but I’m certainly not going to stop him.

Finger pumping in me one last time, he pulls it out and then drags his hot tongue slowly through my folds.

Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like it.

“So fucking sweet,” he rumbles.

His tongue reaches my clit and gives it a little flick. My hips jerk in response, I’m still so sensitive but it felt really fucking good.

He drags his tongue back down and stabs it into my entrance. I groan and lean my head back. I feel the tension melting out of me as his tongue drags back up in one long, savoring lap.

Over and over, it literally feels like he’s licking me into submission.

My body relaxes more and more into the bed, and he keeps making all these hungry noises like he’s really enjoying what he’s doing.

His tongue reaches my clit and I feel his hands squeeze my thighs in preparation. He sucks my clit into his mouth and I feel instant intense pressure.

I cry out and jerk, my entire lower body throbbing madly. The pull of his suck eases but his mouth doesn’t leave me.

One finger thrusts inside me, easily, and he sucks on me again. I’m pretty sure my eyes are rolling into the back of my head as he sucks on my clit and thrusts in a second finger.

In and out he pumps his fingers, and somehow my hands are on his head, clawing at him, trying to pull him closer. Two of his fingers feel almost as big as a cock.

It’s like I’m being fucked and my clit is being sucked on at the same time.

I’m crying out, it’s so much but I need more. Somehow it’s everything I’ve ever wanted but at the same time it’s just not enough.

I tug at him more and he seems to know what I want. His tongue attacks my clit while his fingers pump faster.

I’m racing, being propelled towards a cliff and then I’m flying over it, soaring higher.

“Oh fuck, Max,” I cry out over and over. My thighs try to lock around his head and my pussy walls grip his fingers.

This orgasm feels like it goes on forever. Endless waves of hot, wet pleasure just flowing out of me until I feel like I couldn’t possibly be any wetter.

“God damn, you’re still so fucking tight,” he growls, pulling his mouth away from me when the spasms finally fade to little shivers.

He gives my clit one last flick and then rises up.

I’m boneless, unable to move, just panting on his bed. Watching him as he licks me off his fingers.

He gets to his feet and I can’t tear my eyes away as he unbuttons his shorts, letting them drop to the floor. Shoving down his boxer briefs, I suck in a sharp breath. His cock springs forward, red and swollen—angry looking.

And I swear it’s bigger than I remember.

He looks down at me again, eating me up with his eyes while he takes himself in his hand. His fingers are still wet from me and I watch him stroke himself as he looks at my body like he’s burning the memory of me in his brain for later.

“Remove your bra,” he orders.

I blink stupidly and look down at my chest. Yep, somehow I’m still wearing it. It requires just a little more coordination than I have at this moment but somehow I manage to sit up and undo it. Unhooking the last clasp, the bra sags forward and Max sucks in a harsh breath.