by Xyla Turner
The man must have moved like a cat because my world went upside down as he lifted me off the ground and turned me over his shoulder for the third time since I’d known the man.
“Bear!” I hit him on the back. “What are you doing?”
He didn't answer me, just kept trucking toward the house. He placed me on top of the kitchen counter and maneuvered his big body to stand in between my legs.
“Want to mark me?” he said through gritted teeth. “Fine, but now it's my turn.”
Holy shit.
Bear’s long fingers grabbed my running shorts along with my panties; easily pulling them down while lifting me. He pushed my tank top up above my braless tits and squeezed them both, eliciting a moan from my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re gorgeous.”
His eyes perused my body slowly as he took me in. A lie would have been I wasn't aroused. Another lie would have been I didn't want him to take me on that counter. The furthest thing from the truth was what I did.
“Bear,” I pushed him away. “Let's not do this, okay? You had your reasons and they're probably very valid. So, we don't want to cross that bridge. I’m not trying to play any games. Let’s just let it go.”
He stood all the way up, arched one eyebrow in my direction and then both of his hands grabbed my hips and pulled my bottom towards him. Bear’s head descended and he latched onto my sensitive clit.
Holy shit.
“Bear,” I sighed until he shoved two fingers inside of me causing me to scream.
His mouth still had my hardened clit as he licked on it like it was giving him life. Bear’s fingers were pushing in and out of me at a rapid rate. The impending orgasm took me by surprise. I usually came eventually, but within five minutes, never.
“Fuck,” I yelled and grabbed both breasts.
My fingers twisted the nipples as Bear watched me closely with his tongue flicking my nub.
“Ahh, shit,” I yelled out as the orgasm overtook me causing my body to jerk uncontrollably.
“That's one,” Bear growled and licked from my wet pussy to my tight asshole.
“Bear,” I sang, but he didn't stop.
His saliva soaked the entire area as he began to penetrate each hole with a finger.
This was some erotic shit and I was fucking loving it. My moans were loud and my fingers held his thick salt and pepper hair between them. Bear’s tongue continued to flick my clit up and down, building the momentum.
He added another finger to my wet pussy and continued to move in and out of me.
It wasn't long before I started to feel that tingling feeling of fire running through my blood. All of his movements increased in speed, causing me to explode and come apart.
All my energy drained from me and I couldn't even hold on to his hair or lift my head.
Bear pulled his fingers out and said, “That's two.”
Oh no.
I exclaimed, “No Bear, I can't.” My voice wasn't my own as it trembled with the excitement of pure shock.
“Sweetheart, I'm not finished.”
“Okay, but I can't. I have nothing left.”
“You said you were ready,” he said. “Said you'd be ready. In this world, I tell you when you've had enough. You enter in my world little girl, then you'll need to be ready.”
My head stayed on the counter as I didn't quite know what to say. He was referencing something he told me a year ago. This impromptu visit was orgasmic and all, but I just wanted him to leave me alone. Well, I didn't want that but my heart could not really handle what I witnessed that night on his porch. Him coming home with another woman who was about to warm his bed.
No.
There had been Dom’s in the lifestyle who were into those types of relationships but I would never sign up for that. The occasional sharing of a partner while the other participated was one thing but flat out fucking another chick. I couldn't do that, not even for Bear.
“Guess, I'm not ready,” I said as I tried to close my legs and turn to the side.
The tension in the room turned brisk, then my body was pulled up so I was in a seated position.
“No, the girl who stood flat foot in my face and demanded a place in my world said she could handle it. She said she was ready. Fuck, even took my punishment and got me off. So, that's not the case, now?” Bear contemplated me for a bit. Then he whispered, “Fuck. This is about Sheryl?”
I didn't reply but his grey eyes kept penetrating my soul as if he were reading my inner most thoughts.
“I've had an old lady for ten years until she left me and then I had a sub for about six years,” Bear started. “I only have the stamina for one woman at a time. You said something a while ago about the nature of bears. It fucked me up and instead of dealing, I drank. That doesn't happen often. Ask anyone. But Sheryl was driving me home. She's a little too lose for my tastes, so I wouldn't have fucked her.”
The things he was revealing to me was not common knowledge. He was letting me in or at least giving me an opportunity to make an informed decision.
“But you would have let her suck your dick?”
“Maybe? Fuck, I would have been too drunk to remember and then she would have got drunk dick, unlike you who already had me hard as a goddamn rock.”
It was my turn to say nothing again because I was not happy with that answer.
Bear must have also known that because he pulled me closer to him and he asked, “How are you going to give me the promise of you and then stop? Turn around and say you don't want it. You're mad at me, then be fucking mad. But don't act like you're no longer interested, that's what little girls do.”
My blood began to boil to almost uncontrollable at that point. “Bear. I stood on the porch for six goddamn hours because you couldn't man-up and tell me your thoughts. Don't you dare tell me what little girls do and not acknowledge your own shit. On top of that, it was over a year ago.”
“Why did you stay six hours? Any other women in her right mind would have left. What woman waits on a guy for six hours, gives him groceries and then cleans his whole fucking house?” He raised an eyebrow. “You were there because I told you to be there, because you wanted to be there. I have no fucking clue as to the reason, but you were there because you wanted me. Also, stop this whole shit about it being a year ago. It feels like fucking yesterday. Not just for me. You too.”
My head turned away from him but it didn't stay.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I obeyed.
“I told you there were rules and the first one is – no outside people unless we both consent. It goes for both of us.”
I nodded my head as Bear moved in and he said, “So no going behind my back to be with Sheryl.”
It wasn't clear why I erupted in laughter but I did. This was met with a searing kiss initiated by Bear that left me speechless. I tasted me and him and it was damned good. So much so that I started to suck on his thick tongue, sending Bear into a frenzy.
His low growl could be felt throughout my body as he quickly picked me up and turned us around so he was sitting on the stool and I was straddling him. Bear pulled back and said, “I'm not taking you today.”
“What?” I exclaimed.
His eyes leveled on mine causing me to shut my mouth.
“Just wanted to show my gratitude,” he repeated and I almost rolled my eyes.
“This isn't gratitude,” I commented. “It's torture. You know I want you.”
“What else do you want?” He looked at me intently. “Yeah, you like Bears and shit, but what the fuck can I offer you? What do you need, protection? You were already under surveillance. Money? Don't have none of that. You…”
“Bear, what's your deal?” I interrupted his ongoing questions. “Huh? Why not you?”
“Fuck, girl. Look at you? I mean, you're fucking beautiful. You could have any man of your pick and you come to fuck with me.”
“Bear, why not you? From what I hear you're loyal, speak your min
d, are experienced and big.” I smiled. “Plus, and I can't explain it, but it's you. When I tried to approach you first, you brushed me off. Then we’ve had a few encounters, some random kissing, a flip over the shoulder and now you're here.”
My fingers ran through his long hair and grabbed his ears. “I just want you.”
“We’ll see.” He swatted me on the ass. “Finish hanging the clothes, so you can cook me that dinner.”
My insides were all gooey because he remembered the dinner.
Bear actually remembered.
“Yes, sir,” I sang. “What do you want for dinner?”
“Whatever you got,” he answered. “That's what we’re eating. Go.”
I hopped off his lap, grabbed my bottoms, pulled down my shirt and went outside to finish. Which took no time at all because I couldn't wait to cook my peppered-chicken over rice. It was one of my favorites and what I had bought to make for him that fateful night last year.
To my surprise, Bear sat outside and watched me hang up the rest of the clothes. He didn't say anything but when I stole a look at him, his eyes were on me.
When all the clothes were up, I walked over to him and said, “I'm finished.”
Bear nodded, stood and grabbed my hand to walk me into the kitchen. He took the basket of laundry from me and said, “Strip.”
I almost said huh then I remembered he wanted me in the nude when I cooked for him. My fingers slid under the waist band of my shorts and panties and my body shimmied out of them. My shirt, I slowly pulled off, because the goal was to put on a show. A show so good that he’d break his rule and take me.
Bear groaned. I knew he would as I threw the clothes near him and proceeded to gather what I needed to cook dinner. He positioned himself behind me and sat down.
Half way through the meal, after I shook my ass in almost every way possible, I heard a noise and saw that Bear had pulled out his hard cock and was slowly rubbing the head.
A pulse raced through my body, causing my clit to throb. My knees rubbed together to ease the ache and I was no longer paying attention to the food.
“Close your mouth and finish cooking,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir.”
I did what he said but it was killing me not to go over there and stuff his large dick in my mouth.
He wanted to know why I picked him but I swore it was him that called for me. Not outright but there was just something about him that screamed my name.
I simply answered.
3
Trying to Keep House
Bear
I wasn't sure how long I could keep from fucking her. The woman was sex on a stick, and even when she wasn't trying to be sexy, she was. This was why her tips were probably high all the fucking time and why Bronx’s membership had increased.
This included me.
Dessy was fixing my plate, pouring the mouthwatering chicken over the white rice. She retrieved a beer and a bottle of wine from the refrigerator.
When she came over and put the food down in front of me, I let her put the plate down, grabbed her hair and pulled her down to her knees.
“Make the ache go away,” I growled and I swear that smile showed all of her pretty, straight, white teeth.
Her bronze skin was coated with a light sheen; be it from cooking or arousal. I didn't quite care except when those thick lips wrapped around my dick, it was all arousal. This wasn't a job for her, she wanted my cock in her mouth.
Holy fuck.
She carefully wrapped both hands around my girth, applied the right amount of pressure near the base and ran her pink tongue over the purple head.
Goddamn.
My hands tightened, gripping Dessy’s hair as I wanted her to work that magic only she could do. Taking me as far as she could, which was rather impressive with her mouth being as small as it was. This time she relaxed her throat and let my head caress it repeatedly.
“That's right,” I moaned. “Take it all.”
Those moans with my dick in her mouth sent me over the edge. I grabbed her hair tighter and pushed in and out faster and faster.
“I'm cumming,” I growled as I watched her wet eyes open and plead for what I knew she wanted.
It wasn't going to happen because we hadn't discussed that yet. My grip tightened and her sneaky tongue massaged the underside of my dick as I pulled out to cum on my hands. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she watched my cum drizzle down my fingers. She slowly stood, grabbed a cloth napkin, and dabbed her face then wiped me clean. When Dessy returned with her plate, I pulled her to me, patted my thigh and commanded, “Sit.”
She obeyed me and I began to feed her. One forkful at a time and morsel by morsel just to savor the moment. No words escaped her mouth as she swallowed every bite, and licked away every scrap of food that was left on her lips. When she finished, I fed myself and drank the beer as she sat on my lap.
“Take a sip of wine,” I lifted the glass to her lips.
Dessy obeyed me and after she finished, I took her mouth in a scorching kiss. Tongue, teeth and desperate sexual tension. Dessy's hands were in my hair, pulling and fisting it with every moan. She went from sitting on my lap to straddling me and moving her sexy ass all over my hardened dick.
“Girl,” I called when I finally pulled back. “Not today.”
She poked out her bottom lip and I nipped it with my teeth.
“Stop,” I said. “Told you there were rules. You already have me breaking them.”
She moaned and circled her hips around my crotch.
God, I wanted her in every way but she had to learn me. If we were even going to play for a while, she had to learn my ways.
When I left, we had plans to meet up at Peppers the next day since she worked. It sounded good in theory but I was fucked. My thoughts went back to the conversation I’d had with Razor, Bronx, and Apollo. How they said I had the look and once a woman, the right one, had their claws in you, you were fucked.
Insecurity was not my thing but when it came to her, I was just that; a fucking fool. I had no business with her and she had no business with me. Watching her bartend and flirt for her next paycheck would be hard and fuck if I didn't realize how hard that shit would be.
At the bar, Bronx and his pregnant lady were in a corner, she was on his lap, talking and kissing their life away. Razor was watching Kylie as she moved throughout the bar, getting shit together for the next segment. Kaitlin, their daughter, must have been with her parents.
Dessy was behind the bar pouring drinks, while the rest of us were drinking. My goal was to sit away from her, which was different than I had been doing all year. She caught my eye twice and smiled but after a while she stopped looking because it got busy.
“See you eyeing Dessy,” Shiz noted. “That yours?”
“Will you put ponytails in my hair too girlfriend?” I mockingly asked with a high voice.
“Oh fuck,” Shiz laughed. “That's hilarious and since you didn't answer my question I'm going with a yes.”
“Fuck off!” I snapped.
He nodded and left.
Nosey ass fuckers.
Always in people's fucking business. This was a motorcycle club, not a sorority.
A few guys came past and when Dessy smiled big at them, they left her good tips. She was a natural. Called them darling, sugar, touched an arm and made them relax. I sat and watched not for the first time. The problem was ever since I tasted her mere essence, everything was different and I was fucking pissed.
“You doing alright, Bear?” Razor asked me as he turned a chair around and faced the table with me behind it.
“Alright,” I responded.
“You seem to be elsewhere this evening,” he noted.
Razor was the president of the Legion of Guardians and the funny thing about that is I belonged to the chapter way before him and had always been a faithful member. Yet, he was the perfect person for the job. I had him in age and probably even experience but he was a good president, no one
, even Shark who started his own club and tried to get me to join, could deny what he'd done for the club. Shit, sometimes an old man liked to stay in his old ways, but not only did we progress as a club, but as individuals too. He encouraged us to buy property, helped us acquire things and make investments. Razor always talked about working smarter, not harder and that's how he ran the club and that shit worked. I felt proud to call him President and not everybody deserved that honor.
“Just thinking about shit,” I answered.
“Some of the shit we already talked about?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Razor turned around and made a note to nod at Dessy.
“I see,” he said.
I grunted.
“Well, she looks happy,” he noted.
“Hmm,” I murmured.
“Are you?”
That was a good question that I wasn't sure how to answer. For once in my life, I felt uncertain about the unknown.
“She makes me want things I've never thought about before,” I admitted. “Never considered or even fathomed.”
“Scary shit, huh?” Razor nodded, like he understood.
It was likely he did because Kylie Mills was more than a handful and his exposure to her had already changed the determined man.
“Fucking nightmare!”
“If it's right, that nightmare will turn into the best fucking dream you ever had.” He nodded. “If it's right.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Can't see past the unknown. I’ve lived a long time and if shit gets fucked, I'm fucked. I don't like being fucked and I don't like getting played.”
“Not supposed to see it all.” He looked at me again. “That's part of the process. You've lived a long time so you'll know the signs of someone fucking with you. Nothing has changed with shady shit. They just change faces. You know that. Plus, you’ve watched for over a year now, right? She fucking with anyone else?”
“No,” I answered and was surprised by the fact.
Dessy was hands down a beautiful woman that I knew men were interested in because I’d hear the passing comments. Out of towners always tried to talk to her and even though she was nice enough, she didn’t lead them on. Didn’t take numbers and after that whole thing with Franco and Ren, the woman hadn’t talked to no other man.
