by Fox, Nicole
“Ana, what the hell? You were screaming and thrashing all around in your sleep and shit. It’s a miracle that someone else didn’t bust in here before I got here. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” His questions came out in rapid fire succession, and his hands found my face, turning it and looking it over, as if he thought that something was wrong with me other than the fact that I had been shaken from a nightmare of our shared, tragic past.
As he looked at me, worried, I was transported back to that day, but not to the place of all the gun shots and the bloodshed and the loss. I forgot about how badly it had hurt and angered me, seeing him let that stranger in the bar touch him after our awkward moment. I forgot that I wasn’t supposed to be falling in bed with him, even though it had already been years since I’d fallen for him.
I tugged him toward me before he could ask another thing. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him desperately and pulling him on top of me snug between my legs where I was hot and needy and desperate. This is what I wanted to remember. I wanted to recall how safe it had felt in his arms instead of how scared I had been that I was going to lose my life.
“Ana—”
“Shut up, Grizzly,” I said, just shy of begging. “Please. Please .”
He didn’t stop after that.
He kissed me back, pressing against me and pushing deeper between my legs. I had stripped down to just my panties and bra when I had come back to the room, since I would be sleeping in a different bed. It made the feeling of his cock, already rock hard for me even in his jeans, even more present against my center. I sighed against his mouth and slid my hands under his shirt to shove it off. He had to pull back and help me—my haste made me clumsy—but we got there nonetheless.
He was big. I knew that. Seeing all of his muscles on display was something else. He had a tattoo of a bear claw on each of his pecs and tribal tattoos running down his massive arms. I ran my fingers over the black ink laid into his sink, let my nails scrape over them. He hissed and growled at the stings and welts that rose up, letting out a little curse.
“Fuck, Ana.”
“Those look good on you. You’re so ... You’re so big, Griz.”
He claimed my mouth again, and I moaned against him. He rocked his hips between my legs, building up a pleasing friction. I moved with him, my hands on his face to keep him there, kissing me like he was drinking from my lips like a parched man in a desert.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled out. He palmed my breast, squeezing it. I arched into his hand before he shoved my bra down hastily. He tweaked and pinched my nipple, hardening it before he put his mouth on it, sucking eagerly. His lips wrapped around it, his tongue flicking over it. I moaned loudly from the sensation of it, arching into his touch.
“Your tits are so pretty ...”
I fisted his hair, that pretty, thick hair, keeping his head there as he kept grinding his cock against me. I was so wet. I knew I had to be soaking through my panties and onto his jeans. The thought made me shudder as he moved to my other breast, keeping his fingers on the other one. It felt so good, but I needed more than just his mouth and fingers on my breasts. I needed him inside of me.
“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Fuck me, please. Make me feel good.”
Grizzly growled and that turned me on, making the heat between my legs pool a little warmer, and I felt my panties grow wetter. He kissed me deeply before moving from my mouth to my jaw and settling in my neck. There, he bit me hard, sinking in his teeth. It hurt and it felt so good. I gasped, arching against him as I started to claw at his pants. He was still dressed; he must have just been getting back in when I woke from my nightmare. He smelled like cigarettes and beer from the bar.
“Pants ... they need to go ...”
Grizzly didn’t let go of my neck. Like a beast in rut, he only bit harder, knocking my hands away from their clumsy fumbling at his belt and fastenings. I rolled my hips against him as he worked his pants open, and reveled in the fact that he, too, was apparently too wound up to really care about getting them all the way off. I felt his cock, free from his jeans, slide against my panties before he literally ripped them from my lower half. I could hear the tear of the fabric, and I moaned loudly when he pressed against me, panties tossed away to the side, disregarded and forgotten.
His cock opened me up. He didn’t go fast enough to hurt me, but it was enough that I felt the stretch of him and the fill of his girth within me. I clung to him, letting my nails dig into his back as he bottomed out within me. My legs wrapped around him and drew him in closer. He pressed so far back, filling me more than any other man ever had before.
He drew back and snapped back into me, making me shake and cry out. He started bucking, in and out, his hips rolling hard and smooth against me, and all I could do was cling to him as he wrapped his arms around me.
These arms.
The ones I had always called back to hold me.
The ones I’d always wanted to be in.
I knew it was the dream and the moment that made me do this, but I sobbed out, elation and pleasure filling me. I gasped at how good it felt and trembled in his arms. To my surprise, Grizzly pulled back.
“Did I hurt you—”
“No,” I assured him. I shook my head to emphasize, bucking my hips against him. “No. Don’t stop. It feels so good, Grizzly. Please. Don’t you dare stop now.”
I saw my blood on his lips from where he had bitten me, and those bloody lips devoured my own. I moaned against him and started rolling my hips against his as he picked up the pace again, hitting my pleasure spots deep and hard, over and over and over again until I was panting into our kiss. God, it felt so good. My juices slickened up around his cock and my walls tightened, as if trying to keep him deep inside me.
“Grizzly, Grizzly.” I moaned his name like a prayer, and it just got breathier the more that he fucked me. I tried to hold out, but it had been so long since I had felt decent pleasure from a man—and even then, it had felt nothing like this. This felt right, in so many ways.
I whined and moaned as the feeling got more and more intense, as he drove into me harder, nearing his own completion. Suddenly, his arms hooked under my knees, pushing them up so he could have more leverage to fuck into me harder and faster. I sobbed in pleasure beneath him, and all I could do was cling to his body and let him have me in this delicious, dirty way that he was taking me. It had never been this good with Rodent—and it had never been this good with any other man whom I’d had sex with in the last five years, either.
“Grizzly! Fuck, harder, please!”
I didn’t even know if I could take it harder, but I wanted it. God, I moaned and groaned for him as he complied. I didn’t know how he did it, but he rocked the bed against the wall and even moved me along the bed, too, as he took me. My nails dug into his back, and it only felt better and better the closer that I was getting to cumming. Grizzly was, too. I knew it was coming as he ground harder against me. It only took a few more hard thrusts, his cock sliding over every sensitive little part of me, before I was pulsing around him, flowing as I came. He was right behind me, almost cumming with me. I arched against him hard with my orgasm, and he followed as he snapped hard against my entrance and stayed there, spilling inside me. It was almost like how animals did it—staying locked close together, like we were trying to breed. The thought made me moan and cling to him as I felt the last remnants of his cum spill inside me. It was hot and thick and added to my own mess. He rolled his hips a little more as I felt the pulse of him inside me, and I whined and moaned deeply.
“ Fuck ...”
“Fuck is right,” he said. He nuzzled close to me, putting his face back in my neck. He kept wrapped tightly around me, and I kept locked around him, even as he rolled us to our side. Grizzly stayed inside of me, and there was something about that that I liked a lot. It felt good to be full, even as I felt the last moments of his cock twitching and it softening within me.
“That ... That—”
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“Hmm.”
I rested my face in his neck. He smelled like masculine sex. It was so heady and arousing. I nuzzled further there, incapable of getting enough of it. It was as I was resting there, cuddling close to him, that Grizzly spoke again. The taboo subject.
“Ana—your dream—”
I put my finger to his lips. Not now. Not the time. Things were good right now, while I was riding the high of an orgasm and a release from the tension that had come from that dream. I didn’t want to bring it on again. He seemed to get the hint and instead kissed my finger, then leaned forward to kiss me. I let him. I rolled my hips against him, just to tease and get a little lingering friction from him. He groaned.
“You’re gonna start something up you can’t finish, Ana.”
“Will I?” I asked, brow raised.
He grinned at me.
“Definitely.”
I ground my hips against him again. I felt his cock twitch inside me, and it wasn’t so soft anymore, either. I liked the way that it got harder with him in me. I rolled us so I was on top, putting my hands on his chest.
“You think you can handle me up here, Griz?”
“You think you can handle yourself up there?” he asked. He bucked his hips, forcing his hardening cock against my deepest, more pleasurable parts. I gasped, grinding back down on him in retaliation. His nails dug into my hips, and he hissed between his teeth.
“You know how gorgeous you look up there?” he asked. “Fucking gorgeous.” He bucked again. “Go on. You’re up there, Ana, and you clearly want something. Ride my cock like you own it, girl.”
I grinned down at him. This wasn’t in the plan. This had never been in the plan. But I was here, even if it was just for this night.
“Whatever you say, Griz.”
Chapter Seven Grizzly
It was my dream come true. There she was, propped up on top of me, my cock inside her, and my name on her lips. This wasn’t a fantasy. I wasn’t making this up. This was real. Fucking tangible.
Her hair fell over her shoulders as she leaned over me, putting those pretty tits in my face. I leaned up to get one back in my mouth; I could have gotten addicted to having them in my mouth, between my teeth. I could swear that her skin tasted like sugar.
“Grizzly,” she moaned out. She started rocking her hips harder, really riding me like I’d told her to. Like this, she felt even tighter, and it was such a fucking fantastic feeling to have. I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself.
I made sure to hold on to her like my life depended upon having her like this. I slid in and out of her from below as hard as I had fucked into her before. Like I was claiming her, and in a way—I was.
She was mine.
No one else would have her.
No one would even dare.
My mark was on her.
In her.
She called out my name as she picked up her pace. In turn, I rammed into her harder. Faster. I made her squeal when I pressed into all the right places and filled her up. I was getting close, but I wanted her to cum first again.
As I kept her tit in my mouth, sucking on her nipple, I reached between us, fingers on her clit. I felt my cock slide against my hand, disappearing into her as I worked her little pleasure nub. It made her toss her head back as she rode me, bucking us on the bed at a rate that was insane.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, hot like a little kitty in heat. It made my blood boil in the best of ways, and I rubbed her there hard, making sure to roll into her deep and smooth until she was jerking on top of me and tight, cumming on my cock again.
“Fuck, Grizzly!”
That’s exactly what I did—harder, until I was cumming again and holding her down on top of me so not a damn drop would leak out of her tight little pussy. I spilled inside her, cock pulsing, and I groaned. She felt so god damn good I didn’t know what to do with myself.
I panted below her, enjoying the way she tightened and clenched atop me. Gently, I rolled us again. I didn’t do what I did last time—bring up her dream. Maybe we would talk about it at some point, but at that moment I was too high on how good it felt having her wrapped around me to press for that anymore.
“You’re a little monster,” I breathed out, laughing.
She chuckled.
“You’re one to talk. You’re the one who just fucked my brains out.”
“And you rode my cock like you wanted your brains fucked out; I don’t think you should be complaining”
“Who says that was me complaining?”
I smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“We should probably sleep,” I suggested. “We have to ride out tomorrow. Even though you just did a good amount of riding just now—” I cut off, laughing as she smacked me on my chest.
“Ow! What was that for? You got a mean smack there, girl.”
“That was for making fun of me.”
“I was hardly making fun of you. You’d know it if I was. I was just sayin’—”
“Uh huh. Say no more. Sleep, remember?”
Like the last time, I didn’t pull out of her. I stayed wrapped snuggly around her. She was mine. She would always be mine after this—I would make damn sure of it.
# # #
Ana
I awoke with Grizzly still inside me and a dark realization in the pit of my stomach.
God, what had I done.
It was still dark outside, but I knew it was Grizzly’s tendency to wake up early. If I was going to do this, I needed to capitalize on the fact that, miraculously, I had managed to wake before he did, despite how much our ... activities the night before had worn me out. Any other day, I would be basking to stay in bed for another few hours, staving off having to start the day.
Today, however?
I couldn’t wait to get it started.
Ignoring my damnable reluctance to be away from Grizzly’s warmth, I pulled away from him when I had decided to commit to this decision. I had let a moment of vulnerability and weakness dictate my actions, and had slipped way too far into something that I shouldn’t have allowed. Having sex with Grizzly—what was I thinking?! That it would make all the pain from the past go away? Just because he put his dick in me?
It was more than that, and you know it.
I shook my head at myself in frustration, refusing to go there. That would lead me down bad choices and heartbreak road. Not again ... Never again.
I rolled out of the bed. I’d made one brash decision, and I was going to make another one. I could leave. Before anyone woke up, before anyone noticed, I could leave. I knew this area better now that we were close to my hometown. There was a bus station not too far from here, and it could take me away. That’s what I would do. The smart thing.
I never should have gotten on the back of Grizzly’s bike.
As I got dressed, I was sore. I could still feel him inside me; there was the leak of the remnants of cum that I quickly dashed to the bathroom to clean up—fuck! We hadn’t used a condom. Why would I do that? After Rodent, I always made sure to use them—
There was an additional layer of panic over the numerous possibilities that came with that particular fuck up.
“Christ,” I hissed at myself, blotting away drizzling cum from my thigh before I pulled my shorts back up. “Christ almighty, fuck !”
“You all right in there, Ana?”
Shit.
I started to shake. Shit. Fuck. Strings of curses left me as I heard Grizzly start to move around in the room. What the hell was I supposed to tell him?
“Ana?”
I felt like I was on the verge of panicked tears. This wasn’t happening to me—
“Hold on,” I called.
I straightened myself out, splashing water on my face. It was then that I noticed in the mirror a huge bruise in the shape of a bite on my neck. Fucking great. That’s exactly what I needed right now. Except it wasn’t.
I was totally fucked and it wasn’t e
ven in a way I could remotely enjoy.
I walked out into the room. Grizzly was sitting up on the bed. He was still in his clothes, since he’d never shrugged out of them the night before. I kept my eyes averted.
“Weren’t trying to leave, were you?” he joked, taking in my clothed appearance. When I didn’t answer him, the atmosphere in the room changed.
“You were, weren’t you?”
“Grizzly. Last night—”
“Was amazing,” he interrupted. “I thought—Ana, come on. You can’t tell me you don’t feel this between us. That you’ve never felt this between us—”
