ROMANCE: Bear Naked Passion (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 2)

by Audrey Storm

  He waited for her to turn around before he finally spoke.

  “You cannot talk to me like that,” he said in a soft, controlled voice that surprised even him.

  “And why the hell not? You followed me to my apartment, Noah. I can say whatever the hell I want,” she said putting on a brave face even though she could not really understand how the words just seemed to fly out of her mouth.

  He got up and took a long deep breath before he suddenly backed her up against the wall making her gasp. He slipped a hand underneath her t-shirt and brought it up to cup a feel of her left breast.

  “You can’t talk to me like that, Allison,” he said in a soft voice. “Because you are mine. Understand that?”

  Allison wanted to snap back at him but the way he was gently kneading her breast made her realize that she just couldn’t say whatever the hell she wanted. She nodded and he kneaded her breast again.

  “Right now, I am not Noah Zimmerman, your lead singer friend.” His hand was already undoing the buckle of her pants. “I am your master and I order you to talk to me about what you think is the big deal here. Why don’t you want me?” he asked and she exhaled loudly.

  “I do want you,” she said as a tear rolled down her cheek. “At least I think I do.”

  He pulled his hand away from her breast and took her hand in his before he led her to the couch. He sat down and she sat next to him, gently wiping the tears off her cheeks.

  “What is it? What’s the big deal here?” he asked and she shrugged.

  “Really? Rock star Noah Zimmerman is asking me what the big deal is?” she asked.

  “Yes, and right now I am just Noah. I mean, you don’t hear me addressing you as journalist Allison Burgess, do you?” he said as he looked at her. “Why don’t you just talk to me? Tell me what the elephant in the room is because I clearly can’t see it.”

  “That’s the deal, Noah. I am the elephant in the room. Just open your eyes and you will see it,” she said.

  “What do you mean open my eyes?” he asked and another tear rolled down her cheek.

  “Look at me, Noah,” she said as she stood up.

  “I am looking at you,” he said.

  “No, no, no.” She buried her face in her hands and shook her head. “You don’t get it, do you?”

  “Get what? Damn it, Allison!” Noah stood up and walked to where she was. “What is it that I don’t get?” He held her plump face in his hands and looked right into her eyes. “Just tell me. Talk to me…like I was a two year old kid. Explain yourself.”

  “Like a two year old kid,” she echoed and he nodded.

  “I think that’s the only way I will understand what the fuck you are on about,” he said as she carefully put her hands on his waist. She slowly lifted his shirt up and he raised his hands over his head allowing him to pull the shirt off. She then undid his personalized belt buckle and then pulled down his pants. “I do not understand what is happening, here. Not that I’m complaining,” he said in a soft voice as he stepped out of his pants, taking off his shoes in the process.

  “Just…just work with me here,” she said in a soft voice. She walked him up to the full length mirror that was next to the door.

  “What are we doing?” he asked as he looked at her reflection.

  “Tell me what you see,” she said and she shrugged.

  “I see me in my underwear, feeling very weird by the way,” he said and she rubbed the side of her temple. She took off her t-shirt and pants and stood next to him. “What are you doing?” he asked and she shrugged.

  “Now tell me what you see.”

  “Same. Me, in my underwear. And you in yours…though I think it would be more fun if we were both naked right now.”

  “So you don’t see it?” she asked again and he shook his head.

  “See what? I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about,” he said and she sighed.

  “Noah, I am the literal elephant in the room especially now standing next to that tight, perfectly muscled body and…” he turned around and kissed her softly, swallowing the rest of her words. She gasped into his mouth when she felt the clasp at her back suddenly get loose before her bra fell to the ground.

  “What you do to me…” he held her even closer and lowered a hand to just above her waist. “What you make me want to do to you….”

  He was now gently caressing the side of her face.

  “Just to me or to every woman who comes your way?” she asked.

  “I have never shown another woman this side of me, Allison.” He pushed her panties off and looked at her. “You inspire me to be true to myself.”

  “And what is your true self?” she asked and a smile played on his lips before he walked to the door. She watched him as he secured the lock before walking to the living room. He picked up the black duffel bag and began walking to where she was.

  “I want to show you, right now,” he said in a whisper before he kissed her gently. “Your bedroom, now.”

  She nodded reluctantly before she led him down the hall to her bedroom. He took her phone and placed it on the nightstand before he turned to look at her.

  “Are you going to have some kind of weird name for me, like slut or bitch?” she asked in a low voice as he placed the bag on the bed. He shook his head and looked up at her.

  “The name Allison is just fine,” he said as his eyes ran down her body. “I need you to come here,” he said as he held his hand out to her. She put her small cold hand in his and he suddenly pulled her to himself. “I am going to restrain you like I did in Nashville, but this time I have my toys with me.” She nodded. “Good girl,” he said as she presented her wrists to him so he could cuff her. She then got on the bed and laid on her back giving him a chance to secure the cuffs to the bed. He got a small riding crop from his bag and placed it on her shoulder, slowly running it down her body making her sigh silently. He then secured her ankles and he smiled as he looked at her lying spread eagled on the bed.

  “Now that’s just how I want you,” he said as he pressed the crop to her clit and she groaned. “Someone got wet, really fast.”

  Allison was moaning softly as she felt him rubbing her clit using the crop. She was not sure what turned her on more. The fact that he was using the riding crop to get her off or that at any moment, the pleasure she was feeling would turn to pain. She shuddered when she felt a warm surge of energy inside her that presided her pre-orgasm. As if he knew what was about to happen, he pulled the crop away and gently ran it up the side of her body before he pushed his underwear off making her gasp at the size of his girth. He got on the bed and knelt on either side of her before he used the crop on the tops of her breasts. She shuddered again when he used the crop on her hip. And then her other hip.

  “Just remember I can stop when you tell me to,” he said as he looked at her. She was breathing hard and heavy as he used the crop on the tops of her breast again. She did not even understand why her nipples were hard yet he was inflicting pain on her. She must have hard this side of her buried somewhere deep inside her because somehow, she loved everything he was doing to her. He suddenly moved back and got off her and before she had any time to protest, he had reached into his bag again to pull out the largest vibrator she had ever seen.

  “Now remember, don’t cum,” he commanded as he held the vibrating toy against her already distended clit. Following his order was almost too hard. Considering he had literally rubbed her into a tizzy just minutes before, she was sure that the vibrating toy was going to make her explode at any minute. She was moaning loudly and trying to writhe on the bed but the restraints were too tight to allow her do anything. He quickly got on the bed and shoved his cock into her mouth making her gag as she struggled to accommodate his length. Suddenly, shoving himself down her throat was not enough for him. He had her right nipple in between his thumb and index finger and he was squeezing, gently but still enough to cause her some discomfort. Somehow, she had managed to get his entire length insi
de her mouth.

  “Fuck, Allison,” he moaned. “You keep on going like this and I swear there will be nothing left for you.” She began rolling her tongue on the head of his cock and he pulled himself out of her mouth. He settled in between her legs and she suddenly tensed up.

  “It’s been a while…for me,” Allison whispered. “It’s been a really long while and you are so…” she exhaled as a single tear tolled down her cheek.

  “I would never dream of hurting you like that,” he said as he reached down to feel her warm, wet pussy making her whimper silently. He reached for a condom from his bag and bit off the covering before he got the latex out and quickly rolled it onto his manhood. He went ahead to free her ankles so that she could spread herself wider for him before he began working his cock into her gently. He loved how tight she felt around his cock. It was like she was literally embracing him from inside.

  “Oh…okay,” she moaned as he pushed in further inside her. She could feel him ripping through every tight muscle as he stretched her pussy out. She moaned as he kissed her neck and fondled her breasts, it was like he couldn’t get enough of her in that one sitting. He was ravaging her with everything he had: his cock, his mouth, his hands and without even knowing it, she was taking every inch of his twelve-inch girth.

  “Oh fuck…slow down…please…” she begged as he moved in and out of her hard and fast. “I’m going to cum!” she cried out but he was not slowing down. If anything, her pleas only made him go faster and her walls gave way making her get the wildest orgasm she had ever had. The wild pressure inside her forced his cock out of her as she squirted her cum all over his thigh and the bedding. He quickly undid her cuffs and took her hands in his before pulling her up to a sitting position.

  “Turn around. Get on all fours,” he commanded and she did as he asked as he got behind her. She held on to the headboard as he entered her from behind. A loud moan escaped her lips as she felt him get deeper than ever. He slammed into her over and over as he spanked her ass hard. Even though she was trying to keep her moans low, the way he was moving made it almost impossible for her to keep herself in check. Soon, the only sounds in the room were of his pelvis slamming against her ass and every so often his hand coming down on her ass cheek, hard. She suddenly felt him reaching for one of her breasts roughly as he exploded in her. Her moans had now turned into screams as he fucked her through his wild climax. She collapsed on the bed when his cock slipped out of her still wet pussy.

  “That was…” she started as she panted for breath. “Amazing.”

  “Yes, what you do to me is…indescribable,” he whispered as he gently laid next to her cradling her in his arms. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”

  “There is no reason you would have to lose me,” she said, shivering in his arms.

  “So, I can assume that it is safe to introduce you to the rest of my toys?” he asked and she shrugged.

  “There are more?” she asked in a surprised tone and he smiled.

  “I did bring my bag,” he said and she turned to look at him.

  “Let’s just go slow with all this. Baby steps,” she said and he kissed her softly.

  “Baby steps,” he said when he pulled away.

  THE END

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  Brute Pleasures

  Chapter 1

  “Get him!”

  “Yeah!”

  “Hold him down!”

  Alex Andrews tried to block out the screams and shouts echoing all around her. It was always loud in underground rings like this, and it was something that she’d grown to expect, but tonight she was just trying to focus on Gloria.

  “What do you think?” she yelled over the crowd, putting a hand on her friend’s shoulder to keep her close as the mass of people moved around them.

  “I love it!” Gloria screamed, throwing her hands up as one man got an especially good punch in. “Oh my god, this is the coolest! Thank you so much for bringing me!”

  “No problem,” Alex said, patting her shoulder before withdrawing her hand.

  Honestly, she had no problem leading Gloria down there. The girl had long expressed an interest in underground fighting, and she had never asked Alex to shut up whenever she talked about it. No, it was simply the friends that Gloria had brought along that Alex had an issue with.

  “Is it almost over?” she heard Jessica call to Andrea. The two were wearing black cocktail dresses and diamond jewelry, overdressed and undereducated about the kind of place Gloria had demanded they visit for her birthday. Alex almost felt embarrassed to be standing next to them, but she knew that if she left them alone then they’d probably end up robbed, or worse.

  “Pin him! Pin him!” a man hollered.

  One of the fighters, a man who was well versed in martial arts along with the essentials of boxing, hit his opponent square in the jaw and sent him crashing to the floor. People screamed their encouragement, the warehouse filling with voices as the man on the floor scrambled to get back up. His opponent was faster though, and he quickly dropped on top of him, grabbing one of the man’s legs as he put an elbow into his back.

  It wasn’t long before the man on the ground surrendered, and the victor stood up to his well-earned cheer and applause.

  “Ladies and gents!” the announcer, a man in a denim vest and black boots, said through a microphone. “Hector Herakles!”

  “Wow, he shut that shit down quick!” Gloria giggled, clapping alongside Alex.

  “He a regular winner,” Alex agreed, watching the man help his beaten opponent up. As they clapped their hands and the other man limped away, the announcer grabbed Hector’s hand and held it up.

  “Stick around, folks, because Herakles isn’t done!” As the announcer rambled on and on, Alex couldn’t help but notice that Hector looked bored under the spotlight. His blue eyes were passive, like he was looking out at an empty room rather than a warehouse full of eager fans. She jumped when those eyes landed on her for a moment, but then they moved on, continuing their bored sweep of the room.

  “C’mon,” Gloria said, suddenly tugging on her arm. “Let’s go grab a snack.”

  Alex just snorted. “Good luck,” she said. “Everything in here is going to be overpriced as hell.”

  “Gloria,” Jessica whined. “Let’s just leave. We’ve seen six fights already.”

  “There’s not much else that’ll happen tonight,” Alex shrugged. “You won’t miss anything if you go.”

  “What’s all this ‘you’ business?” Gloria asked, hands on her hips. “You’re my best friend, and if I’m leaving then you’re coming with me.”

  Alex sighed, glancing back behind her at Hector. He was sitting down now, his black hair covered with a white towel as he downed a bottle of water. “Okay,” she said, motioning toward the exit. “We’ll miss most of the crowd if we go through here.”

  The warehouse was on the outskirts of town near the docks, though the location of the fights changed on a weekly basis. They weren’t exactly legal per se, as none of it was traced or taxed, so they preferred to keep the cops out of it.

  Jessica pulled out her keys and clicked for her car, pointing when a red four-door lit up near the back. Andrea slid into the passenger seat without a word, so Alex took the back with Gloria.

  “So, birthday girl,” Jessica sighed, adjusting her rearview. “Where to next?”

  “How about Lulu’s?” Andrea asked. “They have half-priced mimosas!”

  “Let’s go,” Gloria giggled, giving her consent. Jessica whooped as she put the car in drive and backed up, cranking the wheel hard.

  Alex stayed quiet, but inside she was groaning. She’d been made to tag along to Lulu’s before, and it was never a fun experience. The place was just an overpriced bar meant for women who liked pink and sparkles, a spot that looked down on her usual wardrobe of jeans and tanks.

  “You think they’ll let me in like this?” Alex asked, tugging on her faded t-shirt.
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br />   “You’re with us,” Jessica waved her off. “You’ll be fine.”

  Alex sighed and slumped back in her seat. She was definitely adding that to her list of things that she did not want to hear.

  The drive back into town took a little less than twenty minutes, but finding a parking spot in the middle of downtown on a Friday night was the real nightmare. After ghosting around the same five blocks for thirty minutes, a car pulled away just as they turned onto its street, and Jessica floored the gas pedal to speed up into the spot. She snagged it in record time, already unbuckling her seat before she’d even put it in park.

  “Nice!” Andrea high-fived her, linking arms with Jessica as they stepped onto the sidewalk and clip-clopped in their high heels.

  Alex followed behind them, keeping an easy pace with Gloria in her ballet flats. As they turned onto Bay Street the lights blinded Alex for a moment, and she had to glare at the pavement to keep going. They passed the various shops—McCormick’s Irish Bar, Jenn’s and Friends Chocolate Bar, and Social Club—until finally, they were at Lulu’s.

  Sure enough, as soon as the bouncer saw Jessica and Andrea he ushered their group over, removing the cheap red bit of fabric that was blocking everyone else’s entry as he let them cut the line and walk inside. He shot Alex an odd look when he noticed her among the dresses and jewels, but said nothing as Gloria giggled all over her. She’d seen his face, too.

  “Told you,” Jessica said as soon as they were inside.

  “You’re welcome,” Andrea added, giving Alex the once-over.

  “Let’s find a booth,” Gloria said quickly, stepping between them as Alex balled her hands into fists. “Oh, look—there’s one in the corner.”

  The booths were like everything else in the bar: pink and overstuffed. As she slid into it with Gloria, Alex scowled at the sea of glitter her sneakers were kicking beneath the table. She was going to end up tracking some home, she just knew it.