Sass Queen (The Rainbow League Book 2)

by Laurie Lochs

  It's too good to be true. He just wants a late-night hookup, that's all.

  It didn’t help that my dick was harder than ever. When I arrived home after practice, I'd tried to expel him from my mind. I reminded myself that I wasn't interested in people who were more devoted to their work than human relationships. But his face always managed to slip back into my head. The more I tried to resist, the more I ended up focusing on his gorgeous cheekbones, pouty lips, and beautiful toned body that screamed, Desire me.

  I wasn’t even in the apartment yet and I already wanted to throw myself at him, drop to my knees and take his beautiful foreskin in my mouth. Then I wanted to spread my cheeks and let him use me as a come rag.

  I had to take advantage of it, even if it was just a hookup. I didn't know when the opportunity to fuck such a gorgeous little queen would happen again.

  At last, 8:30 had rolled around. When my alarm went off, I’d selected my favorite pair of khakis and donned my best cashmere sweater. After I smoothed out the wrinkles, I’d given myself a quick pep talk in the mirror to get ready for the task.

  "You can do this. It's not like he's the most beautiful man you've ever met."

  Talk about the least-inspiring pep talk ever.

  At 8:55, I pulled into Mitch’s parking garage and headed to the front door. I raised my hand to knock. But before I could, Mitch swung it open with a shy grin. To my delight, he was already waiting on the other side.

  "I'm glad you found it."

  I tried to suppress the nerves rising in my chest by dint of a clearly forced smile that left me feeling only more jittery than before. "With Google, nothing’s hard to find."

  Mitch laughed. "Come in, please.”

  I entered his house. It was impressive. Though it wasn't expensive, it was pristinely decorated. Mitch didn't have a shred of clutter in sight. The living room was spotless, from ceiling to floor.

  I was in the presence of a very detail-oriented man.

  Mitch let me to the couch and poured me a glass of wine. After taking a sip, he confessed everything.

  "I'm… Nervous,” he began, staring at the floor.

  My heart flip-flopped in my chest. “Oh believe me, you don’t know the half of it. My stomach was doing flip-flops every damn second since I left the rink.”

  Mitch let out a nervous laugh. “Was the note a little much?”

  “Absolutely not. It was a perfect way to get me over here without having to say too much.”

  “I’m not a loud speeches kind of guy,” I added hastily. “Sometimes, a note is just right.”

  Mitch arched his eyebrows. “I don’t want to be the one to say this, but… Well, Jesus. I almost feel like we’re back in middle school.”

  “Notes, awkward eye contact, even weirder conversations. Thank God it’s not actually middle school, and I can actually come to your house in the end.”

  Mitch stared into my eyes. “This was easier in the locker room.”

  “You think so?”

  "A little," Mitch said sheepishly, taking another sip of wine. "In the locker room, I caught you staring. I had a pretty good idea what you wanted. It’s much easier to initiate when you're obviously hard.”

  I laughed and sipped the wine. Then, I got an excellent idea.

  “Hey,” I whispered, placing my palm on his thigh. “Look down. Who says I'm not hard now?"

  Mitch gulped. “Are you?"

  "No," I admitted, laughing. “But if we keep this up, I see that changing very fast."

  Mitch took a deep breath and set his wine glass on the table. Without a word, he rushed forward and kissed me. He didn't wait, didn't ask. He set his wine glass on the table and wrapped his hands around my neck.

  “You’re so sexy, Luke. I don’t know why, but I fucking lose it around you. You’re the sexiest bear this side of the Mississippi, and I pray to God you’ll be honest if you don’t want to do this tonight. I-I know I’m not the most conventional of guys, but Jesus Christ… I want to fuck you so bad. If you’re not into it, I won’t be offended. But you have to be honest, please.”

  His words turn my insides warm and fuzzy. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You have no idea what I like.”

  Mitch slid his legs over my thighs. “N-No," he stammered, shaking his head. “But I’ve been with guys that… Well, I don’t want to tell you everything. Let’s just say that you’re like seriously sexy, and you’re kind of making me insane. Like, I don't know what to do with myself kind of sexy. Since the minute you walked into the arena I wanted to throw myself at you and suck your cock."

  "You probably think that about everyone who joins the Rainbow League."

  Mitch pretended to vomit. “Oh hell no. Most of the guys are not my type."

  "I hope you’re not just saying that so I finish the project at the Care Center."

  Mitch barked out a laugh. His boner throbbed against my thighs. "No, cutie," he whispered. “You're doing a great job at the center, but that's not the reason I want to spread those thighs."

  I moaned and wrapped my arms around Mitch. I cupped his ass, but he quickly swatted my hands away.

  "Not necessary."

  My jaw dropped. "What do you mean?"

  Mitch's breath hitched. "I'm a top."

  My eyes shot open. I pushed him away and studied his face in the light. He wasn't lying. His face was filled with every telltale sign of earnestness and honesty.

  “Wait, wait. You’re telling me you've never bottomed in your life?"

  Mitch laughed. "Well, I tried it with my ex. But I've been a total top since I was at least 18."

  My heart murmured. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “I-Is that a problem?”

  “Uhm,” I sputtered, bringing his hand to my cock. “No, it’s not a problem. Not even a little problem. In fact, that might be the least problematic thing I’ve heard in my life.”

  Mitch rushed forward and nearly pressed his lips on mine. "Really?"

  I moaned and gripped his hips. “Really. I-I was just thinking the other day that I needed a sexy little femme top in my life.”

  Mitch barked out a laugh. He wrapped his fingers around my cock. "It's big," he murmured, kissing me.

  His touch caused a fresh round of fire to course through my veins. “Not as big as yours."

  Mitch bit my lip. "Want to take it out and compare?"

  I moaned and quivered beneath him. Frantically, I attempted to pull off my khakis. But Mitch stopped me halfway through. He wrapped his fingers around the zipper and pulled it down. Then, he tore them off and threw them to the ground.

  My cock sprung out before me, quivering beneath his touch.

  Mitch wrapped his fingers around it and pressed me into the cushions. Though I was still in my sweater, I was naked from the waist down.

  Mitch gently tugged my hard shaft. "You like that, big guy?"

  “You’re fucking with me.”

  Mitch jerked me harder. "You like when I stroke your cock?"

  Mitch didn’t wait for a response. He continued kissing me, stroking me, and with his left, he softly wrapped his fingers around my throat.

  "Oh honey," he whispered, tracing my Adam's apple with his thumb. "Please tell me you're comfortable spreading your cheeks and letting me see that ass."

  Fire rocketed through my veins. I whimpered and nodded. Without another word, Mitch led me to the bedroom and slammed the door behind us. After tearing off his clothes, he growled and spread my cheeks on the bed.

  "Oh my God,” he gasped when he removed my cashmere sweater. “I’m in love."

  I barked out a laugh. “I’m a little hairy, if you haven’t noticed.”

  “Jesus, dude.” Mitch gripped his shaft and rubbed it against my inner thighs. “That’s exactly what I like."

  I moaned as Mitch ordered me to spin around. When I made the move, Mitch grabbed my cock from beneath me and stroked it. I bucked beneath him, letting him mold my body to his touch.

  "Mind if I spread those ch
eeks, big boy?"

  I moaned. "Please do."

  Mitch spread my cheeks. Suddenly, a wave of cool air wafted between them. There was something very close to my hole. A second later, a soft texture lapped at my ass and made me melt.

  My heart raced. I’d never been rimmed before, and the sensation was unlike any I'd ever felt.

  My body was one giant nerve cell that was going to burst at any minute.

  Suddenly, Mitch licked his finger and began working his way inside my hole.

  I cried out and Mitch stopped. “Oh fuck. Does that hurt?”

  “No, no,” I protested, urging him to slide his finger back in. “I think I’m just tight.”

  “I’d say so.”

  "Is that bad?”

  “Oh my God, no. It's just that… Well, I can't help but wonder. Have you ever been fucked before?"

  I bit my lip. It was my moment of truth. "No," I admitted sheepishly. "I've only been with two guys. But I never bottomed. Neither of them were into it, and I didn't want to press the issue. Before that, I'd only been with women. We never tried ass play. This is my first time getting my ass touched by anyone, let alone a guy."

  "I had no idea."

  "It's fine." I felt my hole open further. "I like it. So much."

  Mitch pulled his finger out. He spat on it again, and reinserted it. I moaned as warmth flooded me, sending flurries of pleasure coursing throughout my body.

  "You're sure it doesn't hurt?” Mitch asked anxiously.

  “No. If there's pain, I'll tell you."

  Mitch removed his finger and brought his lips back to my hole. Starting with my taint, he traced a line upwards until he reached my lower back. My body spasmed and quivered as he licked me, possessing me with his tongue.

  "You like that?" he whispered, removing his tongue.

  "Yes," I murmured, wanting to feel his tongue on my body for the rest of my life. “It makes me feel a little out of control.”

  Mitch snickered devilishly. “Well, if you like that so much — do you mind if I slide two fingers up your hole?"

  13

  Mitch

  I held my breath and waited for Luke's response. His body quivered beneath me, crying out for my touch. But I knew I had to get his permission before I dared slide two fingers inside. For a first-time bottom, he was doing a remarkable job. But I knew better than to give him more than he was capable of receiving.

  I needed to make sure I had his consent.

  The type of consent that would allow me to inhibit him without reservation, and bring him to an ecstasy beyond his wildest dreams.

  "Yes," Luke said at last, gripping the bed sheets. "I trust you, Mitch. I know you'll go slow."

  His words were liquid cocaine to my veins. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, don't hesitate to speak out."

  That's it, Mitch. He's given his consent. It's up to you to treat him right.

  The first step of treating this seriously sexy bottom right was applying a generous amount of lube. Spit was fine for one finger; but for two or more, lube was a necessity.

  From the top drawer of my dresser, I selected a bottle of KY jelly. After applying a copious amount to my finger as well as his hole, I began to massage him. Slowly, I inserted the tip of my right index finger until I was fully inside.

  When I reached his prostate, Luke cried out and quivered.

  His response lit a fire in my tummy. I felt warm and fuzzy, knowing I was hitting his prostate.

  Slowly and carefully, I inserted a second finger. Luke moaned as I did it, circling his ring. With my left hand, I rubbed his thick hairy ass, massaging him and coaxing the pleasure from his body. Luke gently bucked beneath me, seeking friction and release.

  I reached under his body and gripped his giant shaft. Luckily, I still had lube on my fingers. I knew he was cut, and I had to use plenty of lube. After lubing his cock, I jerked him, pumping the delicious shaft as I fingered his hole.

  Luke was getting close. But I didn't want to make him come.

  I needed to save that job for my dick.

  Suddenly, Luke froze on the bed. “Enter me. Please.”

  "I'm going to grab a condom. I'll be right back."

  I leapt up from the bed and selected a Magnum condom from the dresser. After sliding it over my cock, I returned to this sexy bear beneath me. Without thinking, I kissed him frantically, probing his mouth with my tongue. Luke responded with an equal sense of franticness, throwing his tongue into my mouth with abandon. He was searching for something, the same thing I was searching for in him.

  At last, I kissed a trail to his cock and spread his legs. "I'm going to fuck you, Luke,” I growled. “You’re the sexiest bear in the Twin Cities, and I want every bit for myself."

  "I can't hold out much longer."

  I nodded and pressed my cock to his hole. "You think you can take it?"

  Luke whimpered. “Please, Mitch. I’m going to explode."

  I closed my eyes and pressed my cock against his hole. Luke took a sharp breath. A second later, it slid in.

  14

  Luke

  I took a sharp breath and felt my body clench as Mitch slid his shaft into my hole. At first, there was only pain, red-hot sharpness shooting through my body. But this was part of the process. It was something every bottom went through, and I wasn't about to be spared from nature’s defense just because I was a bear. The pain was part of the process. I knew it would quickly give way to indescribable pleasure if I let it remain.

  I held Mitch’s hands and willed myself to trust him with everything I had.

  "Does it hurt, Luke?"

  "Yes. But just go slowly.”

  Mitch bit his lip. "I should pull out."

  I clenched my teeth. "Don't you dare. I need you to fuck me, Mitch. I need you to take this pain away."

  Mitch moaned and buried himself deeper into my body. Bolts of red-hot pain shot through me, causing me to scream. My body was resisting his gift. I felt my hole clench, seeking to block his cock from going any deeper.

  But I'd be damned if I let this happen.

  I clenched his fist as hard as I could. I stared into his eyes, sweat dripping down my face. "Keep going."

  Mitch nodded and stared into my eyes. A bead of sweat fell from his chin and landed on my chest. He buried himself deeper until his shaft was halfway in. Then, something magical happened. The pain that’d been coursing through my body suddenly began to transform. At first, it was a gentle tingle; then, it felt like Mitch had buried his lips inside my hole. It was like the rim job, but 10x better.

  And though a hint of pain still lingered, all I could think was, He's inside of you. This beautiful man who, by any account, seems to want more than just a quick hookup, is deep inside you, the same man you've been lusting after for weeks. This brave, beautiful man who spends every waking hour helping others — he wants your virginity, and he's taking it in his bed.

  It was too much to bear. Pleasure rocketed through me, causing me to spasm. "I'm going to come," I gasped, staring into his eyes.

  Mitch gritted his teeth. “Like hell you are. You're going to wait. We’ll come together."

  I whimpered. "Are you sure it will work?"

  "No. Every time I’ve tried to synchronize my orgasms, I fail miserably. But it’d be hot as hell if I managed to pull it off with you."

  Mitch gripped my hand and buried himself deeper. He’d hit his rhythm. I cried out, staring into his eyes. Without warning, he bent down and thrust his lips on mine.

  "I'm close, Luke," he whispered, sweat dripping onto my body. He kissed me frantically, mixing spit with sweat.

  I moaned and clenched against his tight cock. "Do you think you could come?"

  Mitch nodded frantically. "Yes. Jerk yourself. We’ll do it the same time."

  I stared into his eyes, not daring to break the spell. With my hand that wasn't frantically clenching his, I wrapped my fingers around my cock and began to jerk at a rapid pace. I cried out as a fresh round of wh
impers burst forth from my lips, sounds I'd never expected to hear coming out of my own mouth in my life. Mitch let out a series of grunts as he bucked into my body one last time.

  Without warning, I clenched his fist as hard as I could. “It’s here."

  "Do it," Mitch ordered with a moan. "Come on your chest.”

  I scrunched my eyes shut as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I throbbed on the bed, letting a colossal orgasm rip through me. My cock spurted, sending hot streams of come splattering against my chest. It’d be hard to rinse off in the shower but I didn’t give a fuck. Mitch moaned and, without warning, a hot wave of juicy come rocketed through me. The condom caught it but I felt his cock throbbing all the same.

  Mitch gasped and frantically pressed his lips against mine. When he was done, he draped himself on top of me, letting the sticky come glue us together. I ran my fingers through his hair.

  I didn't want to leave this moment.

  I felt more complete than I'd ever been.

  But at the same time, the room was too hot for comfort.

  If Mitch didn't get up, I’d have no choice but to tell him what was really on my mind.

  And I sure as hell wasn't about to tell him that I cared more about him, and felt more things for him, than anybody in my entire life – and that included the girls, the guys, and my ever-reliable right hand that’d been my only lover for many nights.

  Those were things I wasn't ready to say, not yet. I sure as hell wasn't going to embarrass myself if he didn't feel the same.

  So instead, I said the only thing I could think of. "I guess that solves it. I'm definitely a bottom."

  Mitch burst into laughter. "You're the hottest, tightest, hairiest bottom I've ever met in my life."

  "You know how to treat a man, Mitch."

  "And you've just given this sassy femme top the best fuck of his life."

  Mitch suggested we shower before cuddling. I agreed. We hurried to the shower and quickly washed off. When we came back, Mitch handed me a pair of checkered pajamas and ushered me into his bed. I wrapped myself around him, letting myself be his big spoon for the rest of the night.