He met me halfway from his cabin and lifted me in his arms, “Rule one, no kissing,” he said. His voice vibrated through his warm shirt, sending tingles straight to where I needed them most.
“Works for me.”
“Rule two,” he said, “Don’t fall in love with me.”
“I think I’ll manage,” I replied with a laugh, untying my boots. It was more of a challenge than I thought, considering I was several feet in the air, in Ebsen’s arms. “Any other rules?”
“Nope,” he said, “You got any?”
“I’ll let you know if any come up,” I said suddenly nervous, “I’ve never done...this before?”
Ebsen stopped in his tracks, my boots fell to the floor of his cabin with an echo, “Rule three, no virgins.”
I smacked his chest, “I’ve done that, I’ve never done... casual.”
“It’ll be easy enough, if you can handle rule two.”
Ebsen pushed open his cabin door and slammed it shut behind him, “This is the last time I ask if you’re sure.”
“Poison. Ivy,” I said, twisting in his arms to start unbuttoning his shirt, “This is my full enthusiastic consent for us to fuck like rabbits. Now, come on, you’re wearing too many clothes.”
I contorted in his arms wrapping my legs around his waist trying to get a better angle at the damn buttons. My hands were trembling and I was having a hard time with the buttons. I snarled my displeasure, “Damn buttons.”
Ebsen’s laughter vibrated through to my core. He dropped me on his bed. Not a camp bed I briefly noted before I jumped up and focused on his jeans. More buttons. Why so many buttons?
“Easy there tiger,” Ebsen said, taking my hands off his clothes, “You’re trembling. Are you cold? I can start a fire.”
“I have a fire,” I said, pushing past his grip back to his pants, “What happened to I have no desire with you beyond taking you back to my cabin and fucking you until you can’t remember your own name” I said in my best Ebsen impression.
Ebsen’s eyes widened and he pushed me back on the bed. He pressed his legs to where mine draped over the side, holding them in place. He ripped his shirt off. The buttons flew everywhere. He stared at me with a predatory intensity I hadn’t seen from him. I should be nervous, but all I felt was the fire burning deep in my belly begging for someone to take care of it. Ebsen slowly unbuttoned his jeans, eyes unflinching from my face. I watched him slowly lower the zipper.
Fucker was teasing me. I bit my lip suppressing the displeased moan wanting to escape my throat. He was torturing me with his slow deliberate motions. I took my eyes from the agonizingly slow zipper descent and looked up his body. He was just as hairy as I predicted. His entire front from neck to belt was covered in a tawny mat that was identical to Yuri’s coloring. His chest was broad and impressive. He hadn’t shaved today, or he had impressive daily chin growth. Every part of him looked big, warm, and welcoming.
I want him to cover me like a blanket.
“You’ll get it Firebug,” he purred, sliding his jeans down to kneel before me on the bed, oh shit I’d said that aloud, “You’ll get whatever gets you moaning my name.”
I felt his scruff brush on my left thigh, I looked down and met his whiskey brown eyes and he smiled before pressing his lips to my right thigh, “Beasts woman, you smell good.”
His hands were raking up and down my leg but not touching my underwear.
“Ebsen I swear to all that is holy if you don’t-,” I groaned.
“If I don’t what? What do you want, Souli?” he asked, resting his chin on my mound. The weight of his head sent even more shivers up my spine. I writhed, trying to move his head off of me.
“Ebsen,” I moaned.
“What do you want, Souli?” He asked, moving his chin off me and rubbing his nose into my sopping wet undies, “Come on Firebug, say the word and it’s all yours.”
“Please, Ebsen,” I whined, moving my hands to pull his hair. He deflected my hands and pressed them to my hips.
“What do you want, Souli?” his voice was heavy, raspy in his throat.
I did a sit up a high school gym teacher would be proud of, “I need you to fuck me hard and fast, Yuri Ebsen.”
He looked up at me, eyes flared in surprise and arousal. A primal growl rumbled deep in his chest. Faster than I’d ever seen a man move, Ebsen’s pants were off, my underwear was shredded, I was on my hands and knees on the bed and he was inside me.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned, clutching the quilt on his unmade bed. His thrusts were powerful and racked my entire body. I heard him groan as he gripped my hips.
“Fuck,” he moaned and as quickly as he was inside of me he was out, I whined at the loss, “Firebug, the condoms,” he explained.
He rummaged around until he found the box on the floor where it had fallen and pulled one out of the wrapper, “You’re so fucking hot, Firebug.” I felt his hands graze over my ass and lightly slap it eliciting a wanton moan from me.
“Ebsen please,” I begged. His hands slid around my waist and pressed between my folds. I felt his hairy chest along my back.
“Beasts of all, you’re so fucking wet, Firebug,” he moaned, “I love that you’re begging for me,” his fingers slipped around until they found my clit, “I’m so ready to take you but I want you to come for me first.”
“Ranger Yuri whatever your middle name is Ebsen,” I cursed, “Fuck me now”
His hands were back at my hips and he was back inside me pounding fast. His balls slapped my clit. My legs trembled as I struggled to remain upright. It was just what I needed, and I wanted more.
Ebsen lifted my hips off the bed holding the bulk of my weight as he took me from behind.
“Oh god oh god,” I whined, I was so fucking close, “Yes yes yes.”
“Say my name,” he moaned, his fingers dug deeper into my hips, I knew it’d leave marks but I didn’t care. I wanted them. I wanted everything he was going to give me. I wanted him.
“Eebbsseenn” I breathed out.
“Say. My. Name,” he punctuated each word with a powerful thrust that elicited more moans.
“Yuurrriii,” I moaned, “Eebbbseeenn” I cried out. My vision blurred and every nerve ending in my body tingled, “Oh god yes.”
Ebsen gave a few more final thrusts before dropping my hips to the bed and collapsing next to me, “Fuck Firebug. I don’t know if I’ve ever cum that hard.” I heard the snap of latex as he took the condom off. I didn’t know what he did with it; I didn’t care.
My brain couldn’t form words. I rolled over to face him. My body was trembling. He stared at the ceiling with his hands rubbing his face. I wanted to stroke his chest hair with my hands, but my arms were jelly.
After a few minutes, my limbs were still quivering, Ebsen looked over at me with furrowed brows, “You cold, Souli?”
It was by far the best sex I had ever had in my entire life. I was still writhing in aftershocks of my orgasm. I had no idea that orgasms could last so long.
Ebsen picked me up off the bed and sat down at the head of the bed, pulling the quilt over me in his lap. He gently moved some of the hair from my face. Thoughts crossed over his face faster than I could attempt to decipher them.
“Are you ok, Souli?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
I managed to nod with a dreamy smile, “You fucked my brains out, Eb,” I managed finally, “give me a minute to bask.”
A big smile cracked his face, “Is your itch scratched? Or will the contents of this lacy scrap forever remain a mystery to me?” His free hand traced my bra strap. Somehow my bra was still on despite what we’d just done.
I closed my eyes reaching out to my body to see if the pesky heat had finally subsided. It hadn’t.
“Lay down,” I told him, trying for a sexy command but my voice was shaky and tentative.
Ebsen raised his eyebrow, “What do you want, Souli?”
“I want you laying down,” I told him, confidence returned to my vo
ice. Ebsen raised his eyebrow but did as I commanded. I crawled off the bed, legs like a newborn giraffe.
“I fucked you so good you can’t even walk, Firebug,” Ebsen said, pleased with himself.
I managed to find the box of condoms and pull one out. I turned back and saw Ebsen’s hungry eyes on my body. I raised an eyebrow at him, “Firebug?”
Ebsen flushed, and looked away from me.
“Well I’ll be damned, you have a pet name for me,” I laughed, he seemed embarrassed so I quickly added, “It’s cute.”
“I’m laying down,” he growled, “And you still have clothes on.”
I smirked and slowly moved the strap from my bra off one shoulder, then the other stalking toward him, “I want you to watch my tits bounce as I ride you until I scream.”
Ebsen gasped. I pulled the quilt off of him and finally got a glimpse of his rock hard cock. He was smaller than I had expected, both from his size and from the intense fuck he’d just given me. I licked my lips and bent down to taste him.
He sharply inhaled when my tongue touched his head. I eased the entire length into my mouth with ease. I looked over at his face as I slipped my lips back to the tip. Ebsen was breathing heavily, eyes squeezed shut. “Look at me,” I whispered crawling over his legs so I could stare down the length of his body, “Watch me Yuri Ebsen.”
I sucked his length back into my mouth keeping my eyes glued on his. His face was straining. I smirked, he was trying not to cum. I came back up for air, “I’m so ready to take you, Eb, but I need you to cum for me first” Ebsen moaned and came for me. I smirked up at him. Crawling up his body, “Do you need a breather?”
He growled, “Take off your bra.”
I sat on his abs and unhooked my bra and let it drop on his chest.
“Fuck Firebug,” he said. His hands crawled up my sides. His eyes were focused on my breasts, but his motions were tentative, as if he was worried I’d tell him no.
I grabbed his hands and pressed them to my breasts. He moaned again, squeezing gently. I pressed his hands firmer into them moving them around, finding his thumbs and swirling them on my nipples.
He learned quickly and I was able to drop my hands and explore his chest. I threaded my fingers through his chest fur and groaned at how good it felt.
“Are you ready for me?” I murmured, throwing my head back with a groan.
“Fuck me Firebug,” he groaned, his hands becoming more creative as they explored my breasts. I leaned back and found the condom. Somehow I managed to put it on him behind my back. I leaned down and double checked it was correctly applied before raising myself on my shins and angling it down to impale my body on his rigid member.
Ebsen threw his head back and moaned. I smirked and leaned forward balancing on his chest using my hands. I slowly raised and lowered myself on him loving the expression on his face as I rode him. “Watch me,” I whispered. He opened his eyes and groaned again. I chuckled loving the way he was losing control, “What do you want, ranger?” I whispered in his ear.
He groaned again, his hands slipped back to my hips and he moved my body faster. God it felt good. His eyes were closing again, “Eyes open ranger,” I whispered again, “I want you to see yourself filling me.”
“Beasts, woman,” he moaned, “You’re killing me.”
“Take me Ebsen,” I breathed out, barely able to speak as my vision blurred again and my body started to twitch.
He held my hips still and pounded into them until I felt him twitch inside me.
“Fuck,” I collapsed on top of him, “had I believed you were this good I’d have taken you up on your offer sooner.”
“Is your itch scratched, Firebug?” he asked, still hard and pulsing inside of me. He wrapped his arms around me and sighed.
His thumb nonchalantly stroked my arm. My cheek was sticky with his sweat, but I found myself closing my eyes lavishing in his warmth and closeness, it was nice. At some point in the post-coital snuggle I started to doze.
I woke to Ebsen’s cock pressed into my back and twitching, “Mm mm,” I groaned, rubbing my backside into it, “If you want to go again, ranger, say the word.”
I heard a condom wrapper and in seconds he was inside me again. He wrapped his arms around my front and started rubbing my clit. I groaned. His scruff was brushing on my neck and he moaned. His strokes were slow and deliberate, “Souli you feel so damn good.”
I moaned, wrapping my arms back and threading my fingers through his hair, “Right back at you big boy.”
He started laughing, “You’re not that great at sexy talk, Firebug.”
“I was doing well earlier tonight,” I reminded him, groaning again unable to stop my legs from twitching as he rubbed my clit harder, “Oh god Ebsen. Fuck fuck fuckk.”
“Oh, that’s what I like to hear,” he moaned into my ear, “You’re so fucking sexy when you cum.” He pumped into me harder, using the hand on my clit to hold me still as I writhed on him.
Exhaustion overtook me again, and I fell asleep in Ebsen’s embrace.
Chapter 10
I woke up to the sound and smell of bacon cooking.
My eyes flew open to an unfamiliar room that reeked of sex, and now, bacon. Oh god, I had sex with Ebsen. And oh lordy, it was so good.
I sat up, I was in his bed, the quilt from the night before was on the floor next to scraps of what had been my underwear. Sun streamed through patchy plaid curtains covering a window in the door. I could see an open-door hinting at a bathroom. I slid out of the bed and ran in.
My legs were sore and there were small purple bruises on my hips from where Ebsen had grabbed them the night before. A different kind of soreness but pleasing all the same. I used the facilities and washed myself as best I could in the sink. I didn’t want to presume I could use his shower. It was bad enough that I had slept over without asking.
I cracked open the bathroom door and saw the flannel shirt Ebsen had been wearing the night before. I slid it over me, groaning when I remembered he’d ripped it off, so it only had two buttons left. I swam in the shirt but was covered enough to suit me.
Ebsen stood in the kitchen, his back to me. At some point between when I fell asleep and now, he’d found a pair of green plaid boxers. His foot was tapping as he hummed a 50s style dance song to himself. He moved a stack of bacon from the pan onto a plate already heaping with bacon. His shaggy hair was mussed from sleep and his back had sprinkles of the tawny hair that carpeted his front. He was adorable.
I should have taken him up on his offer to bed me sooner. I thought as I walked up behind him and stole a piece of bacon from the plate.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you,” I said, taking a bite. I couldn’t contain my groan. This was the best tasting bacon I’d ever eaten.
“Good morning, Ranger Ebsen,” Ebsen mimicked my voice, “Thank you so much for fucking me senseless when I could hardly contain my slattern ways.”
I snorted, “Slattern? What are you a hundred and eighty?”
He winked, “No, shifters age just like humans, thank you very much. I just happen to be cultured.”
He motioned with his spatula to a small table with two place settings, a massive stack of pancakes, a pile of sausage and two glasses of orange juice.
I was surprised by the spread. My stomach gurgled, betraying any chance of denying my hunger.
“You’re cute in my shirt, Firebug,” Ebsen purred as I walked to the table. He fished more bacon out of the skillet and brought the plate over.
I blushed but put a short stack of pancakes on my plate.
“Try them with honey,” Ebsen offered, sitting in the chair opposite me.
“You cook breakfast for all your conquests?” I asked with a playful smirk finding the honey as he’d suggested.
Ebsen laughed, “If she can’t get back to her cabin under her own accord, it is only the gentlemanly thing to do.”
“I don’t want to inflate your ego more than it already is,” I said, leaning b
ack in the chair, unashamed if his shirt slipped open, the man had already gotten the whole Souli show, and definitely earned an encore. “But god damn, are all shifters that good in bed?”
I took another bite of the bacon I stole and moaned again, “God, even your bacon is orgasmic.”
Ebsen’s laugh echoed through the small cabin, “It’s venison bacon. And you know not all shifters are good in bed, or did you and the lesser bear never...” I flushed, “I forgot about Sig.”
Ebsen laughed again, “That’s what I like to hear,” he took a sip of his orange juice, “I have to admit, I was a little nervous about bedding you.”
“Because we’re coworkers and it’ll make it awkward?” I asked, voicing my primary concern.
He shook his head, “I bed coworkers all the time,” he said it like I’d say I eat breakfast all the time. Casual- I reminded myself. Scratching an itch. Rule number two, “To answer your earlier question, you are my first human. But if all human women fuck like you, you won’t be my last.”
“Was I really your first human?” I was surprised. According to Amber, humans were the dominant species. With a list of conquests as long as Ebsen’s, I figured that he had to have had a human at some point before me.
I laughed and raised my orange juice to him. Casually. I sipped the juice trying to tamper the jealousy that threatened to rise thinking of him fucking other women. Casual, Souli, this is casual.
“My hips are going to be bruised for weeks,” I told him, gently lifting the hem of his shirt to show the bruises on one hip. Ebsen’s eyes widened and he looked like he was going to apologize, I stopped him before he could, “Don’t worry, Eb, it was soo worth it. My legs are still trembling from last night.”
Ebsen smiled wide and took the rest of the pancakes from the tray pouring a healthy amount of honey over them and taking a big bite. We ate in silence for several minutes. Despite having triple on his plate, Ebsen finished well before I did.
“What’s on your docket today, Souli?” he asked without a care in the world.
I shrugged, “Day off, depending on the weather I was hoping to get a hike in. Maybe find those waterfalls Amber’s always talking about.”
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