Angel_Rochon Bears

by Moxie North

  Not with wonder boy last night. Her frustration and the unfulfilled desires would just smolder until Angel had her at the peak again.

  Seeing the bruised circles around her thighs, she sighed and got into the shower. Tilting her head back, she tried to push the images out of her head. But they weren’t going anywhere.

  Room 10

  “Becca, spread your legs for me.”

  The order was quiet but forceful. She immediately complied, stretching her legs wide on the bed. She felt the bed shift as Angel got up, and she heard clothes hitting the floor.

  The bed dipped again as he returned, this time hot, hard skin slid against hers.

  “Wow, you’re fit.”

  “I’m glad you like my body, because I’m fucking loving yours. You’re soft and curvy in all the right places. I love how you smell. Now I’m going to see how you taste. I want you to put your hands over your head and keep them there. Don’t move them or there will be consequences.”

  Jerking her head up, Becca tried to glare into the darkness. “What? Consequences? Like what?”

  “I’d like to spank you, but I think in your case you would like it too much. I think I’ll keep you from coming to punish you for not following instructions.”

  “Hmph, you’re awful bossy for someone your age.”

  “In bed, I’m always the boss. Outside, I’m docile as a kitten. I like what I like, and you have to trust me that I know you’ll like it too.”

  Becca thought that was an awful lot to ask of a one-night stand, but what the hell.

  “Fine, but only because I’m horny and really don’t want to pass out on you before we get to the good stuff.” Becca moved her arms above her head and felt her swollen breasts pull at the new position of her arms.

  “There’s no way I’m letting you fall asleep on me. I have lots of inventive ways to keep you awake.”

  Chapter 9

  When Becca finished her shower, she cranked the radio in the bathroom as she got ready for work. The noise was supposed to drown out her thoughts, and it did, for a while. Until she had to find clothing that would cover all the marks on her neck. Normally, she liked long-sleeved blouses that had decent v-necks. She thought it balanced the professional and the feminine. True, it wasn’t what she should have been worrying about while at work. But she dealt with the public a fair amount and always wanted to look her best.

  She found a friendly smile and a helpful disposition smoothed a lot of ruffled feathers when dealing with the county citizens. Now, she was going to have to tie a scarf around her neck like she was going to a fifties sock hop. That wouldn’t look out of place for her at all. She didn’t even own a turtleneck sweater; they made her feel claustrophobic. Pulling on a green plaid skirt and a soft black long-sleeve shirt, she slid into a pair of thigh high stockings that she normally never wore. They had been an impulse purchase along with the garter that matched. Today felt like a good day to wear it. Glancing in the mirror above the dresser, she felt like she at least looked confident.

  She pulled open a drawer and started searching through the back of her lingerie stash. She knew there were some old Christmas scarves that she’d received as gifts. Pulling out a few, she discarded the obvious ones with trees and wreathes on them. She found a red plaid one that she’d have to make work. Tying the scrap of silk around her neck, she felt it settle over the marks on the back of her neck. She suddenly remembered how she got them.

  Room 10

  Becca felt herself flipping through the air; her body limp from the crashing climax she had just experienced. She’d been holding back for so long. She was utterly devastated now that her body had felt the complete exhaustion from having every cell in her body metaphorically explode.

  She found herself on her hands and knees; her ass pulled high into the air.

  “Again?” she gasped.

  “You didn’t think I got you warmed up to just fall asleep now did you?”

  “Umm, I’m not a time keeper, but I think we’ve been at this a while.”

  “Exactly, I like to warm you up slow so we can really have some fun.”

  Becca was aware of the time. Their warm up was around an hour and a half. That was ninety minutes of her not getting her orgasm. That was twice as long as any sexual experience she had ever had before. Thirty minutes was always respectable she’d thought. Now the bar was set impossibly high.

  What followed was something that Becca never thought she would even want to experience. Now the tiny taste she got made her think there was a world of possibilities that she could be willing to try.

  Shaking off that thought, she put on her standard makeup, pinned up her hair, and grabbed a granola bar to munch in the car on the way to work.

  Her trip was a lesson in focus. Hyper focus on the road, extra pause at all stop signs. Listening to the blather of morning radio. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the previous night.

  She knew she had a stack of permits to go through when she got to work as she was covering for someone else. Those alone should keep her busy for the day. If that didn’t work, there was always a lobotomy.

  “You swore you were going to tell me how it went last night,” Alicia said, holding a mocha cup above Becca. “Nice scarf, by the way. Borrow that from your grandma?”

  “Shut it. Give me the caffeine, and nobody gets hurt,” she grumbled.

  “I’m going to forgive you, because I’m sure that’s just your hangover talking. I love you so you can have your mocha.”

  “Gee, thanks,” Becca mumbled. She took her first fortifying sip of sugar and caffeine. “Where’s the donuts?”

  Tossing a box at her, Alicia settled herself on her friend’s desk with a maple bar that was still warm. “Becca, come on, spill the beans. Did you actually spend the night with him?”

  Grabbing a glazed old-fashioned from the box, Becca couldn’t help but blush. Her cheeks turned red, and the heat crept up her neck.

  “Maybe,” she mumbled around the lid of her cup. She couldn’t help but dart her eyes away from the inquiring eyes staring at her.

  “You slut! I’m so jealous!” Alicia crowed. “I need to find myself a big burly man that can handle me. I don’t get why people think I’m so intimidating. I’m a soft, delicate flower.”

  “Yeah, sure you are. You have bigger feet than most guys I’ve met,” Becca laughed.

  “True, shoe shopping is a bitch,” Alicia agreed. “So? What happened?”

  Becca didn’t know what to say. How did she tell her friend that she had the most amazing night of sex in her entire life? That she couldn’t stop thinking of all the things she was willing to do and with such little coercion. Hell, there was no coercion. She was a willing party in it, and she did feel a tiny bit slutty about the night. But it kind of made her feel naughty instead of embarrassed.

  “So?”

  “Well—I spent the night with him,” she said, knowing that wasn’t going to appease her friend.

  “And I’m assuming there was some naked time together?”

  “Yes, nosy, there was naked time. A lot of it,” she admitted.

  “Well? Was it horribly embarrassing naked time or boom chika bow wow naked time?”

  “Seriously, what are you twelve? It was good, okay? Really, really, good,” Becca said quietly.

  “He was young. How young was he?”

  “Twenty-one, but he was no boy. He was all man, Alicia; I don’t even know how to explain last night. He was in control like he was some bossy sex god. I don’t know if what I remember was all real, or it was just because I was intoxicated.”

  Chapter 10

  Room 10

  “Your pussy is hot for me, Becks. It’s wet and greedy for my tongue and cock, isn’t it? What do you think your pussy wants? My tongue or my fingers? I could give you one finger while I lick your clit. Would that be enough for you? What about two fingers, digging deep inside you, pushing hard against your womb? I think that might be just what you want. You would come apa
rt for me; I’m sure of that. But what if I put three fingers inside you and bit down on your clit? What do you think that would feel like?”

  “Ahh—you like the idea of me pushing you. Making you take what I give you, even if it’s uncomfortable. You know I’ll make it good, and it’ll be better than anything you’ve had. You don’t have to say the words, Becca. I know what you need.”

  Angel slid down her body, running his hands and mouth over her soft stomach, kissing over her smooth round hips until he was in front of her pulsing core.

  “So how was this morning? Was he cool?” Alicia asked.

  “Erm—I kinda snuck out. Last night was so—ugh—so freaking overwhelming that I was mortified when I woke up.”

  “You left him there alone? Why couldn’t you have just said thanks for the hot sex and see ya later?”

  “No. There were times last night that he somehow convinced me that the things he wanted to do were totally normal and exactly what I wanted. These were not things that I would normally have ever done.”

  “Dude, did you have the butt sex!?” Alicia said with a louder than necessary squeak.

  “Shh, what is wrong with you? No, we didn’t have the butt sex—well, not exactly,” she whispered, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening.

  “What do you mean not exactly? Like anal plugs or beads or something?” Alicia whispered back.

  “Seriously, you need to stop reading that erotica. It gives you too high of expectations. No guy wanders around with a spare set of anal beads in case he gets lucky in a bar. And if he does carry those around with him…run.” Becca wasn’t that up on all the kinds of kinks out there, but she felt confident on this topic.

  Room 10

  “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. This is so pretty; you stretched wide for me. I can’t wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock.”

  “Oh, Angel, it’s too much,” she moaned.

  “Is it? Really? Or is it just enough? Just enough pleasure and just enough pain,” he said, spreading his fingers inside her, pushing her tender flesh even wider.

  Becca realized she hadn’t told him to stop. She just expressed how it felt. It wasn’t too much. It was new, and she was racing to keep up with the sensations. There was also a little part of her that didn’t want to admit that this felt like something she hadn’t known she was missing.

  Angel kept doing his best to push her, and Becca kept holding off on the ever impending orgasm. It rode her hard, and just when she thought she’d finally get to come, she’d remember and stop herself. Why it mattered, she wasn’t entirely sure. So what if she let herself come? His punishment or “consequences” really didn’t seem like a deterrent at this point. In fact, between the stretching burn in her pussy, the sore hickeys over her body and some seriously abused nipples, she clearly had a thing for a rougher touch. Who knew?

  So she held on. She didn’t give into the sweet release she knew was a moment away if she could just take it.

  “Please, please, please, Angel. I hurt. I want to come.”

  Bringing his body over hers, Angel kissed her hot and wet as his hand twisted and tormented her still. “You don’t have to beg, baby. You did so well. I know you could keep doing this for another hour if I asked you too. Wouldn’t you?”

  Becca thought that was the stupidest possible idea, but if he asked she’d try, just to see if she could. She didn’t back down from a challenge.

  “Yes, I would,” she breathed.

  “Of course, you would. I make you feel good, and you reward me by showing me how much my touch means to you. Thank you for giving me that, Becks. Now, I’m going to slowly count to three, and then you can come. But not until I hit three, you understand?”

  Becca didn’t know if she liked the idea of playing spaceship blast off with him, not with how fucking wound up she was at this point. She wanted to scream but didn’t want anyone next door to hear her.

  “Yes, I understand,” she managed.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you, baby, but I want that pussy wet and swollen, so it swallows me like a silk glove when I get inside you. You are going to be the best I’ve ever had; I can already tell.” He kissed her hard, delving his tongue deep into her mouth.

  Becca was only able to moan as his tongue slid through her mouth and dominated her own tongue in a battle of wills.

  Breaking off the kiss, he leaned down to her nipple and gave it a nip.

  “One.”

  Becca felt her pussy clench at the word. Angel chuckled and twisted to suck the other nipple into his mouth.

  “Two.”

  This time, Becca felt a shudder start to roll over her body; the anticipation was killing her. There was no way she was going to make it to three. No fucking way in hell.

  Angel pulled back a bit and let the moment drag on, waiting and pumping his fingers in and out of her now dripping pussy.

  Slowly bending over, he swiped his tongue over her clit in a languid motion. Then Becca felt two things at once, the fiery stretch of him adding a fourth finger into her already tight pussy, and his teeth and tongue landing over her clit right after he said, “Three.”

  The next sequence of events probably happened out of order, not that it mattered. Becca knew the second the word left his mouth a torrent of pleasure rushed over her body that had her convulsing under him. Her hands that had been above her head flew down to grab handfuls of hair as her thighs clamped shut over his head and shoulders.

  There was also screaming, hoarse moaning screeches as Becca felt the gush of fluid coat Angel’s fingers. Her pussy gripped and contracted around his fingers that still fucked into her at a rapid pace. The speed keeping her pleasure rippling over her in tidal wave after tidal wave of electric pleasure.

  She wasn’t sure how long it lasted; it felt like forever. It would start to fade, and somehow, Angel would be able to drive her back over the edge. Becca was pretty sure she had pulled some of his hair out, but that was totally his fault.

  Eventually, her body started to numb, the nerve endings feeling fried and no longer responding. She collapsed back, her hands releasing his head, and her legs fell open in a terribly wanton pose.

  Angel gently removed his hand from her already swelling pussy and kissed his way back up her body until he got to her mouth.

  He kissed her again. “Naughty girl. Did I feel your hands on my head?”

  Before she could answer, she was flipped over on her hands and knees, and she felt teeth at her neck.

  “Holy shit, girl, what are you thinking about? You went from red to purple,” Alicia teased.

  “I can’t even tell you. Not here, maybe later after a bottle or two of wine. No, wait, booze got me into this situation,” she moaned, covering her face with her hands.

  “If booze makes you blush like that, I need to start drinking more.” Alicia gave her a raised eyebrow as she sipped her coffee.

  Letting her head drop to her desk, she banged it gently a few times. “I may die of embarrassment if I ever see him again.”

  “From the sounds of it, you’ll be lucky if he doesn’t try to jump your bones the next time he sees you.” Alicia patted her friend on the head and stood up. “I’ll give you a day to recover, and then I want full on gory details. My house, nacho night, and dishing.”

  Becca gave her the okay sign but left her head on the desk. She knew one thing for sure. She was never, ever going back to that bar.

  Chapter 11

  “Where have you been? I thought you were going to be here over an hour ago?”

  Cage Rochon looked up from his work to his younger cousin. Cage wasn’t trying to be mean to Angel; he just saw how much potential his family and clan member had and it was his job as Alpha to guide the young ones, so they became useful members of society. He could tell Angel didn’t want to be there, that he was working out of obligation for the family. Not that there weren’t enough hands to go around, but Angel couldn’t stay home all day either. It wouldn’t make him or his bea
r happy.

  Angel had started out rough. His youthful indiscretions often had a tinge of lawlessness about them. Worse, he would wrangle his older brother Eddie into them. It was probably why Eddie was now a doctor. He was trying to make up for his complacency and sometimes willing involvements with anything Angel wanted him to do.

  There was also the fact that Angel didn’t go off to college with his friends. That was what everyone had expected him to do and was probably the reason he didn’t. In Cage’s mind, that was not a good enough reason.

  The Rochons were lucky enough to be in a financial situation that their young clan members could go to and pay for any college they wanted. It was a privilege that Cage didn’t like anyone to turn their nose up at. Angel was always different, though. So many of their clan members had something they wanted to do or be. It didn’t even have to be in the family business. Eddie had become a doctor and Tanner was the Sheriff.

  Eddie had come to him and asked him to talk to Angel about going to school for music. To encourage him to obtain a degree in music, something that he could use to teach with. But that wasn’t what Angel wanted to do. He didn’t see why he couldn’t make a living doing something he truly loved to do, which was just play music. Cage understood that. He loved the forest, outside of his home with his wife and son, it was his favorite place to be. It wasn’t the case for Angel. Still, with him choosing not to go to college that meant he needed to work and contribute.

  “Sorry, Alpha, tied one on pretty hard last night,” he mumbled, stumbling in and falling into one of the seats across from the desk. His cousin Cage was a massive man. He was an even bigger bear as a Kodiak. Sitting in this portable trailer slash office made him seem comically big.