Matthew (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 1)

by Becca Fanning

  Abby's hands worked to undo his button fly. She reached inside and freed his thick cock to dangle down. It pulsed with every touch and was quickly filling up to stand at full attention. Gripping him in her hand made Abby's sex spasm: she felt light headed for a moment and had to steady herself on Tom's back. Regaining her composure, Abby reached back into his pants and felt his balls.

  "Oh yeah, you have a need. These are ready to explode, you poor thing."

  Abby took a firm grip at the base of his manhood. She felt his pulse quicken and in moments his cock was at full attention. She began to stroke his shaft. His breaths became shallow and quick. She knew he was close. She slowed her pace, giving him one good squeeze from the base all the way to the tip. She felt warm dampness at the end of her fingertips.

  "A little treat for me?" Abby asked, bringing her fingers to her mouth. She swallowed his salty precum with satisfaction.

  "Would you be willing to do something else for me?"

  "Whatever you want!" he replied enthusiastically.

  "What I want is to win the trick riding competition," she whispered in his ear.

  "Huh?" Tom replied, turning around.

  A voice came from the entrance of the stable, "And this is our stable. We have forty-four stalls, each one keeping the horses safe and secure."

  "Oh shit!" Abby said, going over to the gate. A guided tour of kids was making its way down the stable. She looked over at Tom who was still buttoning his fly.

  "Lets continue this after the competition," she said, slipping out with a smile on her face. She thought she heard him say something as she left, but she was focused on vanishing before the tour arrived. She made her way out a side entrance then walked back in through the main entrance.

  "You're up next, Abby!" the arena director yelled at her

  Abby nodded and put on her calfskin gloves, listening to the familiar rattle from the pearls that hung off them. This was it, she told herself. This was her first time performing in front of a large crowd, and she wanted it to be a first for them as well. She held Blue's head in her hands.

  "Let's give them a good show, boy," she whispered.

  She hopped up into her saddle and walked Blue towards the entrance of the arena. She didn't have a good view of the judges' table, but that didn't matter now. The cheers of the arena told her that the crowds really liked the other trick horse competitors. Even if Tom pulled through for her, she still had to impress the other judges. She felt guilty over manipulating Tom earlier in the day. She resolved to apologize to him after the competition, no matter the outcome.

  Reaching down into her saddlebag, she took out the last piece of clothing for her performance. The long black silk scarf caught in the breeze and extended out its full fifteen feet. She reeled it in and began folding it over on itself. Two feet long, she brought it up to her eyes and tied it tightly behind her head. Blindfolded, she edged Blue forward a few more feet and waited the cue from the arena director.

  The moments before the buzzer went off stretched out in her mind. She focused her mind completely on what Blue's body language was telling her: he was her eyes. She never performed this trick in front of her Mom, who would've put an immediate end to any trick riding career. Blue breathed easily under her, and the impatient stamping of his feet told her he was ready to explode out of the gate.

  The buzzer droned, and she was pulled forward, riding the wind.

  Abby could barely hear the ending buzzer over the cheers of the crowd. She slowed Blue down to a trot and pulled the scarf down around her neck. Smiling, she waved at the crowd. A little nudge with her left boot brought Blue up on his hind legs, driving the crowd to more cheering. She turned around and looked towards the judges' table. Tom wasn't seated there. Perplexed, she trotted Blue back to the arena entrance. Passing closer to the judges' table, she saw the same Tom Dewitt name plate as before, but the man sitting behind it was older and balding.

  Knowing the judges would take some time to decide on the winner of the competition, she brought Blue back to his stall in the stable. She took his tack off, giving him softspoken praise and a feedbag. She closed his gate behind her and stood in the stable lane. Most of the earlier competitors in the other events had already packed up and left, leaving many stalls empty.

  Across the lane, someone was sweeping and cleaning out an empty stall. Gasping she rushed over and stuck her head in the stall.

  "You!" she said, pointing her finger at the man she thought was Tom.

  "Oh, uhh...hi," he stammered, backing up.

  "Who do you think you are?" she asked, advancing towards him.

  "Now hold on a minute," he pleaded, his back hitting the stall wall.

  "You, you big liar! I thought you were a judge in the competition!" she said as she jabbed her finger up into his chest.

  "Calm down! I never said anything like that. I'm not a judge. I just clean the stalls."

  "Then why were you sitting at the judges' table?" Abby asked, her anger giving way to embarrassment. She spreads her fingers and laid her whole hand against his chest, feeling the hair underneath. Her body craved his even more after her ride.

  "I was taking a load off after the morning setup. A seat is a seat! It's not my fault you assumed-" Her arms flew up around his neck and her lips locked onto his. She pressed her whole body against the marble slabs of his stomach and chest. He dropped the broom and both his hands encircled her, pressing into her. She felt him in his pants, snaking down one pant leg and growing thicker by the moment.

  "I think we still have some unfinished business," she said, kissing a trail down his neck. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons going down his shirt, and her hands ran all over his shoulders and chest. She took a nipple in her mouth and delighted in his moan. His hands went down to her jeans, taking an entire cheek in each. He roughly ground her against his engorging cock while squeezing her ass. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. She didn’t need her eyes for this.

  He brought one hand away from her ass and undid the buttons on her riding jacket. Pulling her sports bra to one side, his hand caressed her bare breast. His thumb and forefinger tugged at her nipple, and she ground herself harder against him. Taking a solid grip on her breast, he took her nipple in his mouth. His wet tongue lapped and darted out, contrasting the pressure of his sucking. When that nipple was fully hard, he pulled her bra aside from the other one and got to work on it. Her hands went to the back of his head and she ran her fingers through his hair. He broke off contact and blew cool air across both her breasts. She gasped.

  “Asshole,” she said playfully.

  He kissed her deeply, his tongue parting her lips. Her eyes closed, the feelings intensified tenfold. The tastes of his mouth, the smell of his cheek...Abby was being driven close to the edge. She felt a hand move down her midriff and her heart pounded in her chest. His fingers slipped under her jeans and gripped her trimmed sex. She was slick for him, and he began rubbing his middle finger along her slit. Her arms went around his neck and she pinned him against the back wall.

  “Don’t stop,” she murmured.

  Abby felt his middle finger slide down then curve inward, entering her. His finger easily entered her wet sex. She felt his finger pass some of her soft ridges, then withdraw. He plunged his finger in again, going further in. She broke off their kiss and buried her face in his neck. He slid his finger in rhythmically, and she began to match his motions by grinding herself against his hand. Her teeth raked against his neck, her hot breath coming quick and ragged. His finger slid out of her and was replaced by two fingers. She bit down on his muscle-bound neck, tasting his sweat. His thumb made tiny circles on her wet clit, her small nub aching to be rubbed.

  Abby felt a rush flow through her as she came. Warmth spread along her whole body, and she pressed herself against his hand. Her tight sex spasmed against his fingers, trapping them and trying to milk them. Once the orgasm passed, he withdrew his hand. She felt him bring his hand to his mouth and clean her cum
off his fingers.

  She kissed him, first on the mouth then down his chest. She stopped to stick her tongue in his belly button. She was delighted that he was torn between being ticklish and horny, but she didn’t torture him for long. She went down on her knees in front of him. Her ass out of his reach, he rested his hands on her shoulders, his gently pressure downward an obvious cue.

  She undid his button fly and pulled his long cock out. She made a tight grip around the base and pulled toward the tip. A dribble of precum came out as she took the head in her mouth. The saltiness of his need was a pure sexual thrill for Abby. Her lips stretched around his shaft, she bobbed her head up and down. Her tongue lapped the underside of cock and swirled the head. One of her hands snuck back into her jeans and she slipped two fingers inside herself. She heard his groans and moved her mouth faster. The deep musk of his cock mixed with the earthy scent of the horse stall. She felt him tense up.

  “Uuuunh!” he grunted, his hot cum launching into her mouth. Five strong pulses shot into her mouth and she swallowed his seed eagerly. His knees buckled and he braced himself against the back wall. Again she squeezed him from the base and emptied his cock. She kissed the head and enjoyed the feel of his still hard shaft against her face.

  “That was a nice warm-up,” he said

  “You’re obviously done,” she giggled. “Your balls are bone dry now.”

  “Not a chance. This stallion won’t be satisfied until he’s mounted his mare.”

  Abby felt him take her hands and lead her to the rail running along the back of the stall. He placed her hands on the rail and closed his hands over hers. She understood and gripped the rails. She felt something brush against her neck and realized he was taking off her silk scarf. She felt it being wrapped around her hands, tying her to the rail.

  He stood behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling her back towards him. She felt his throbbing cock fit between the gap in her legs. As he pushed forward it rubbed against her soaked sex through her jeans. She felt him lean forward and he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply, his cock pulsing between her legs. His hands reached around to her chest and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading them.

  “Please, I need you,” she whimpered.

  His hands went to her jeans, unzipping them and pulling them partway down her thighs. He crouched behind her and she sensed his face near her ass. He pressed his mouth against her entrance and sucked her dampness through her panties. Drinking his fill, he pulled her panties down to her jeans, leaving her hot aching sex exposed.

  She felt intense pressure against her slit, then her lips parted to take in his hard cock. He began thrusting into her, the head of his rod bottoming out inside her. A small jolt of wonderful pain went through her each time he crashed against her. She didn’t understand how he could go again so soon after cumming, but she thanked her lucky stars he could! One of his hands left her hip and grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back. She loved the feeling and arched backwards towards him.

  A wicked smile appeared on her lips. As he pounded into her, she brought up one leg behind her and kicked him in the thigh. Her spur made a rattle sound as it raked against his skin. He sucked in breath between gritted teeth. The excitement brought her to the brink.

  “Come on, stallion. This mare needs to be ridden harder!” she said.

  Releasing his hold on her hair, his hand rejoined the other on her hips. He thrust in and out, holding nothing back. She kicked him with the other foot, and he fucked her harder. His pace quickened and she felt him tense up again. He lurched forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her. His cum flowed into her with each spasm of his cock. Her own orgasm exploded inside her, bolts of lightning raining down behind her closed eyelids. She gripped the rail with all her might.

  He pressed his weight against her, his hands affectionately moving down her arms. He planted soft kisses on her shoulders and neck while he untied her hands. His softening cock slid out of her, and they both straightened out their clothes. He gingerly felt the back of his thighs.

  “You’re a good stallion, but a bit rough around the edges. I should take you for a ride again,” she said, buttoning up her riding vest.

  “So did you end up winning your competition?”

  Abby’s jaw fell open. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I mean, I would’ve heard-”

  “Would Abby Conners please report to the arena winner’s circle? Abby Corners to the arena winner’s circle!” blared a voice through the facility PA system.

  “Shit!” she exclaimed, kissing him on the lips then running out of the stall. As she came up to the arena entrance, she let out a laugh. She still didn’t know his name!

  MENAGE A SPA TITLE PAGE

  Menage A Spa

  by

  Becca Fanning

  MENAGE A SPA

  Nesha threw down the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. Her hand went to the small of her back, massaging the tight knot that had been her constant friend for the past few years. She knew the extra weight she was carrying was the cause.

  "Jesse, breakfast in ten minutes! Get out of bed." She hurriedly put the groceries away and began scrambling eggs for her ten year old son Jesse.

  He ran down the stairs and grabbed a fork to attack his eggs. "No pancakes?"

  "I'm in a hurry this morning Jesse. I had to get the groceries, make your breakfast, then go drop you off at school, finally getting to work before I'm late." She tossed the cucumbers in the fridge.

  "I want pancakes!"

  "Then when you get back from school tonight I can teach you how to make them."

  "When I'm at Dad's house, Chloe makes me pancakes with chocolate chips."

  That name. Nesha hated that name more than anything. She looked down to see she'd crushed a tomato in her hand. Oh, what she wouldn't give to do that to Chloe. Though it was really her husband who was the problem: he'd been the one to cheat on her, not Chloe.

  "Well, it's easy when you only have to be a mom part time and the rest of the day you just lounge around.”

  "I hate this!" Jesse said, getting up from the table going into the living room. Nesha heard the TV come on. These mornings were the worst. Not only was her son starting to rebel against her, but he was learning to pit her against his dad. This brought up all sorts of wounds from the past. She broke the seal on a tub of dark chocolate covered almonds and popped two into her mouth. Remorse battled with euphoria.

  "If you're done eating, then get your backpack. Time for school."

  "Have a great day at school Jesse. I love you."

  Jesse climbed out of the car and ran towards the front doors of his school.

  "Love you too, mom," she murmured to herself.

  Nesha pulled away from the curb and headed towards work. Being a bank teller at First Bank of Cincinatti was a definite step down for her. But since the divorce it was the only job she could get these days. Back when she had just started dating Lawrence, she was in nursing school. She'd almost completed her residency when she'd gotten pregnant with Jesse. Then it was marriage, mortgage, and a new life in the suburbs. Everything changed.

  Lawrence was amazing at first. The things he would do for her made her feel like the only girl in the world. Flowers for no reason, breakfast in bed...other things in bed! A warm blush came to Nesha as she drove, remembering some of the attentions Lawrence used to pay her early in their relationship. He was a great kisser and a great lay. He was always hesitant to give head, but expected it be done to him. Her friends all told her that was a major red flag early in their dating, but she blew them off. Pulling up to the bank parking lot a few minutes early, she let the engine idle and let her mind remember the good old days.

  The weekend in Puerto Vallarta, where they'd snuck out into the pool to make love at 3am. She could still feel the sensation of Lawrence sliding in and out of her in the water. Each time he thrust into her, the cool water around her shifted. She felt like a piece of beautiful driftwood at sea, being carried
by the current off into wonderful oblivion. The security person who had found them went back to his office without saying another word.

  Clonk!

  The heavy security door in the rear of the bank closed loudly, snapping Nesha back to the present. She'd been getting worked up remembering that time with Lawrence, but she'd have no relief anytime soon. She had no time. Her life was being a single mom and working at the bank. Everything else had to take a back seat until...until when? She didn't have an answer. The best years of her life were being spent treading water. With a sigh, she turned off her car's ignition and went into the bank.

  Nesha watched as a man carrying flowers came into the office. They must be for one of the personal investment bankers, she thought with more than a little jealousy. They often got flowers when their clients' portfolios had a good run. She was confused when the flower man spoke to the security guard, who then pointed him at Nesha.

  "Hi, Nesha Miller? These are for you,” the young man said, handing her the flowers over the bank counter.

  She was so bewildered that she missed the man's first two requests for a signature on his receipt. Embarrassed, she scribbled her name on his form and took her copy. Her eyes went back to the bouquet.

  A dozen longstem roses towered out of a gorgeous cut glass vase. The petals were a divine shade of red, with a hint of purple. She bent forward and pressed her nose into one and inhaled. She closed her eyes and was a million miles away. An ache in her feet brought her back to reality. Looking down, she noticed the fatigue mat she normally stood on was gone. So were the other ones in the other bank teller stalls.