Dancing Bearback (BBW Shifter Cowboy Western Romance) (Bear Ranchers Book 3)

by Becca Fanning

  She placed the box down on the table in between some ziti pasta and a hummus plate. Unwrapping it, she felt a presence behind her.

  “What did you bring for me?” a deep husky voice asked.

  Turning around, she looked up into gorgeous baby blue eyes.

  Brock grinned impishly down at her. “Bella, right? I’m Brock,” he said, extending his hand.

  “Huh…Hi…” Bella stammered, “This is quite a station you have here,” she said, trying to make idle conversation. “I brought brownies.”

  Brock leaned in past her, his musk rolling over Bella in a wave of confident masculinity. He lifted one of the brownies to his face and inhaled deeply. “Oh…this is something special, Bella. Thank you for bringing this.”

  “It’s not all I brought,” she said meekly.

  Brock took a big bite of the brownie, the chocolate ganache frosting leaving small traces around his mouth. “Oh my God, Bella. This is wonderful!”

  Bella bit her lip, wanting to step in and lick his lips clean. She felt a surge go through her, her desire for this man growing by the moment. Surprising herself, she said, “Why don’t you give me a tour?”

  Brock grinned, moving closer to Bella and pressing his groin against her. “It would be my pleasure,” he said, his growing erection apparent through his denim overalls. His hand closed over Bella’s as he walked her away from the table, her brownie in his other hand.

  Bella felt like she was having an out of body experience. She was being led away from the party by this incredible stud: this didn’t happen to her! But she found her normal inner monologue wasn’t warning caution. It was cheering her on.

  Leading the way, Brock walked her up a metal spiral staircase, thick crusts of mud and grit clearing as they went further and further up. At the top was a dark hallway, which they walked through until coming to a door. Brock turned around, put his finger to his lips, and led her into the dark room.

  Once the door closed behind them, the room was almost pitch black. Bella could barely make out four pairs of bunk beds in the room. She clearly heard heavy breathing coming from one, The hand encompassing hers pulled her towards the nearest one and onto the bed.

  “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Bella,” Brock whispered. His face came dangerously close to hers, their lips almost touching. “That picture you sent was…inspiring,” his breath hot on her face.

  Bella dropped her inhibitions and leaned in to kiss him. Her lips softly brushed his, and she tasted remnants of the brownie on his mouth. “I haven’t really tried the brownies yet. Are they good?” she asked in a whisper, her mouth at his ear.

  Without saying anything, he took a bite of the brownie and kissed Bella, his chocolate covered tongue opening her lips and probing deeper. She could taste all the flavors she put into the brownies as they shared it between their mouths. Bella’s hands tentatively went to his chest, feeling his solid chest through the denim.

  Brock pulled her closer, almost into his lap. The bed they were on squeaked, and the deep breathing from the other bed paused. Brock and Bella held their breath, and the sleeping person resumed his breathing. Bella had to stifle a laugh at the absurdity of their situation.

  Brock’s mouth went up to hers again, and their tongues danced. His hands cupped her breasts through her top, eager to feel what she’d teased him with the night before. He grunted softly as he squeezed her.

  Bella moaned as he found her nipples, giving them the first good tweaking they’d had in recent memory. His expert tugging and massaging brought began to have an effect on her downstairs, and she opened her legs slightly.

  Continuing his deep kissing, Brock’s hand went to her knee. Slowly, achingly, tantalizingly he traced little circles all the way up her thigh.

  Bella had to break off their kiss to concentrate on breathing, his attentions already driving her close to orgasm. She buried her face in his neck, alternating biting and licking. His stubble scratched her softly, his sweat heady and salty.

  Bella felt his hands move even closer to her sex, and she grabbed him by the wrist. He froze completely, and she could feel his surprise when she pulled his hand up to her panties.

  He grunted again when he felt how wet she was. Her panties, completely slicked through, were pulled aside by Brock’s confident fingers. They softly played in the wet messy bush around Bella’s pussy. Ever so softly, he ran a finger up the crease of her labia.

  Bella shuddered.

  Brock brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. He whispered into her ear, “The brownie was fine, but your pie tastes much better.” He gently pushed her down on the small bed, and she laid back, eagerly.

  Bella lifted her hips to assist Brock taking off her panties. Her head to the side, she looked over at the sleeping form in the bed next to them. The man was on his side, facing her. He still breathed heavily, but it seemed quicker than before.

  Bella arched her back and closed her eyes as Brock began kissing his way up her calf. It had been an embarrassing number of years since a guy had gone down on her, and she had a feeling she’d never experienced anything like she was about to. His stubbly face added little scratches to the kisses he made. He nibbled on her thighs as he got closer to her flower.

  Bella moaned out loud as his mouth blew cool air over her pussy. She ached for his attentions and grabbed his head in both hands. He knew what she wanted, and he flicked his tongue against her outer lips, tasting her juices again.

  Bolts of lightning went off in Bella’s head as the first orgasm wracked through her. Her fingers made a death grip on Brock’s ears as she held him in place, feeling the waves of bliss crash through her. She opened her eyes and locked eyes with the man next to them.

  Looking right at him, she saw him stroking himself under the covers. This made her even more aroused, the idea of pleasing two men. She slid three fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, relishing the pressure and the way they filled her mouth.

  Brock, letting her first orgasm subside a little, began massaging her clit with his tongue. He gently took her nub between his lips, pinning it in place and unleashing whack after whack with his tongue. His hands kneaded the thick flesh of her ass, squeezing and releasing her plump bottom.

  Bella arched her back and moaned, grinding her flowing pussy on Brock’s mouth. She mewled as cool air swept over her hot sex, Brock sitting up at the end of the bed. He looked at her savagely, one hand stroking himself through his denim overalls.

  “Got something there for me?” Bella said at normal volume. She saw Brock shoot a look over at the person in the bed next to him.

  Brock smiled, “Why not come here and take care of this?” he said, patting the spot next to him.

  Bella shot up, attacking his ear with her mouth, whispering, “Let me show you my appreciation.” She slid down onto the floor in front of him. On her knees in front of him, her hands went to his overall buckles and undid them. She pulled his overalls down, releasing his free-balling wedding tackle. Sitting on the bunk, his cock draped thick and heavy over his balls.

  She took his semi erect cock in her hand and gave it a few strokes, enjoying the feel of power in her hands. Her other lovers had been small of dick and low in confidence. Looking up into Brock’s smiling face, she opened her mouth and licked his head.

  “Oh shit!” he groaned, also no longer caring about being quiet. His hands went to brace himself from behind as his head fell back. He fought the urge to thrust his cock into her mouth.

  From behind Bella, she heard the man get out of the bed and walk closer.

  “Hey Brock, who’s your friend?” the voice said, like leather wrapped tightly around oak.

  One hand on Brock’s cock, she turned to look behind her. Right above her face, eight inches of manhood hung down to greet her. She swallowed. “Hi, I’m Bella.”

  “It’s nice to meet you Bella. My name is Carl Would you like to show your appreciation for another firefighting brother?” In the rays of moonlight shining in thr
ough the window, drops of pre-cum were already leaking out.

  Bella’s mouth watered at the sight, but she turned back to Brock,”Uhh, is that ok?”

  “Firemen share everything Bella,” Brock said matter of faculty.

  Reaching behind her, she grabbed Carl’s cock and lead him to sit next to Brock. She scooted over, resting her body against their legs as she leaned over to take Carl into her mouth.

  She eagerly cleaned the pre-cum from the head of his cock, and took him into her mouth while still pumping Brock with her hand. The salty cream continued to leak out of Carl slowly, a dripping faucet trying to hold back too much seed.

  She pulled her mouth off of Carl. “Both of you stand up,” she commanded. She beamed with pride when they both did. She grabbed both men by their roots and pulled them in close, taking both heads in her mouth at the same time.

  Bella was in heaven as these two studs sword fought in her mouth. Their cocks fought for dominance in her mouth, trying to rub against her tongue and slink further down her throat. She reached up to cup both sets of balls and began kneading them. Both men now fully erect, she laid down on the cot.

  Brock positioned himself between her legs and slid himself to the hilt in her slick crevice. “Goddamn you’re tight, Bella!” he said, grabbing her thick love handles and beginning to pump himself with abandon.

  Carl stood at her head, gently holding her face while he cock slid in and out of her lips. “You’re so beautiful Bella. You suck cock like you were born to do it.”

  Bella heard all this but was too lost in ecstasy to process it. Being spit roasted by these two firemen was too much for her to bear, and she shuddered and shook in orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around Brock’s cock, and she heard him grunt loudly.

  “Can’t…hold…back!” Brock shouted as he slammed one last time deeply into Bella. His cock pulsed inside her, jetting load after huge load of seed into her hungry womb.

  Bella felt his hot wet gift fill her up, and she moaned around Carl’s cock. With a plop! Brock pulled out of her, and she felt their combined fluids begin to leak out of her.

  Carl pulled out of her mouth. “Why don’t you see to cleaning him off?” he said, still stroking himself.

  Bella understood and got on her hands and knees, stalking her prey at the other end of the bed. She began to lick Brock’s drenched cock clean.

  Carl entered her from behind, his hands holding onto her ample rear as he fucked her doggy-style. “You weren’t kidding Brock. She is tight!” he said. He pumped into Bella more forcefully than Brock had. One hand reached forward to grab her shoulder. Anchored at her hips and shoulder, he hammered away at her, ploughing her fields with his rod.

  Bella had licked Brock’s cock and balls free of all cum, and was now giving him a proper blowjob. Sucking his head into her mouth, she flicked her tongue on the underside of his glans. She rolled his balls in one hand while pumping his shaft with the other.

  “Oh yeah, here it comes Bella,” Carl roared, bucking against her like an animal. She felt him start to spurt into her, and she bucked back against him harder. He tried to pull away but she impaled herself on his spurting member.

  Brock grabbed a handful of her hair, “Unnnnh!” he groaned as he shot his load into her mouth, filling it with his musky saltiness. A few small pulses at the end were dry, his balls completely empty.

  All three collapsed on the tiny cot, the two men softly stroking Bella’s body and murmuring complements to her. Full of their seed, and not caring about tomorrow, Bella drifted off to sleep, praying this wasn’t a dream she’d wake up from.

  IVAN TITLE PAGE

  Ivan

  (BBW And The Firefighters 2)

  by

  Becca Fanning

  IVAN

  A loudly ringing bell woke Bella. Of it’s own accord, her hand sought out her alarm on her bedstead, trying to slap it down to silence it.

  But her hand swung through nothing.

  And her bed felt different.

  And that was a fire alarm! She bolted upright, smacking the top of her head against a bunk bed above her. Then it all came back to her. The night before, the menage with Brock and Carl. Falling asleep in their arms. Bella wanted to feel embarrassed, but truth be told she felt alive for the first time in a long while.

  Rubbing the top of her head, she saw the last of the room’s men clear out. She didn’t recognize any of them, but maybe Brock and Carl were the first to head out. Standing up, she was mid-stretch when a strikingly tall man came into the room.

  Towering over her, he nodded at her politely, “Aye-o, you must be Bella. Don’t you worry ‘bout nuttin’, Brock filled us all in. Showers should be empty now if you want to clean up,” he arched a thumb back out into the hallway.

  “Thanks,” Bella said, stifling a yawn.

  “I’m Ivan, by the way,” he said, holding out his hand. His cheeks flushed bright red. He was shy!

  Bella took his hand, surprised that someone so tall and handsome would be shy. He had a cute twinkle in his brown eyes, even if they had trouble staying on hers for any amount of time.

  “I uhh…I’ll be down in the galley. Gotta have lunch ready by the time the guys get back,” he said as he turned out of the room and left.

  Bella felt a mischievous smile creep over her lips.

  Grabbing a towel from the stack near the door, Bella walked into the long dormitory style shower room. Individual stalls extended down on both sides of an aisle, drains and tiles covering the floor. No curtains said firmly that privacy was only a pretense.

  Not hearing any running water, she stripped and hopped into the first shower stall. She turned on the nozzle and hot steamy water cascaded over her. A single bar of Irish Spring was the only cleansing option: a spa this was not. Shrugging, she lathered herself up and turned around to let the water splash her back.

  Across the aisle, two stalls down, she saw a wide muscular back standing in the shower, one hand braced against the wall. This man’s head was bent down, and his other hand was pumping his manhood.

  Bella covered her mouth to stop from giggling. She’d never seen a man play with himself before, and she was curious enough not to waste this opportunity. She was sure he was really into whatever he was thinking about, because he hadn’t heard her turn on her shower. Idly rubbing the soap over her full body, she savored the sight of this man attending to his primal needs.

  Like a beast in the wild, this stud continued to stroke his cock, twisting his hand each time it reached the head. Muscles in his back and shoulders would twitch with each stroke, working hard to bring this poor man relief. His head came up and he gave his neck a stretch, then went back to jacking himself.

  Bella’s free hand snuck down to her pussy, already wet from both the shower and the scene in front of her. She slipped a finger inside herself, timing her strokes with this mystery man’s furious pumping.

  His speed intensified, signaling he was about to paint the wall of his shower with his hot spunk.

  Bella’s other hand dropped the bar of soap it was holding. It struck the floor, making a loud noise.

  The man looked behind him and Bella saw a scar running down the side of his face. Without a word, he dropped his cock, wrapped a towel around himself, and fled the shower.

  Mortified, Bella stood in the shower. What had she been thinking? She’d never been a voyeur, but this didn’t feel right. She resolved to make amends with him later. Sighing, she finished washing up and got dressed.

  Down in the galley, Bella found Ivan standing in front of an open refrigerator. He had to duck down to see everything in it, and he was frozen in this position. Bella watched him for a minute, frozen, before announcing herself with a cough.