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Page 68 of Call the Shots (For The Arena #1)

BEAR

LIKE GETTING A TROPHY FOR SOMETHING I EARNED

The shot of pleasure up my spine had me swearing under my breath. Goddammit. The premature fuck-ups were supposed to be done . We’d had so much sex the last couple of days, I thought I’d gotten over it, I didn’t think I’d be that affected by June wanting it raw.

I ate her out with a hand around my dick. At least I could pretend like I was jerking myself off on purpose, like I wouldn’t have cum from eating her out alone.

“Oh my god—” June cursed. “ Bear! ”

Her thighs squeezed me hard enough to hurt my ears. I had to hold them down, straining to listen while she bucked against my tongue, moaning, finishing her climax.

Only a little bit longer until?—

“Baby,” June breathed out. “Cum inside me.”

My eyes snapped to hers, my hand stilled. “I—I’m almost done?—”

“Cum inside me.”

My cock pulsed, aching to follow her command but I shook my head. “I’m—I’m close, it’ll be ten strokes and I?—”

“I know.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from June, deliciously flushed. Her hair was a mess, lips parted, and I knew the ten strokes was a generous estimation with her looking so fucking sexy.

“I’m going to think you mean it,” I whispered.

“I mean it.”

All my thoughts short-circuited. My movements were jerky and uncoordinated, getting off my knees to push her down to the couch, taking my place over her until I guided my cock into?—

Oh, fuck.

I grunted from deep in my chest, choking out a curse. No condom. No layer between us. She drenched my cock, so warm and wet to the touch, it was un- fucking -believable. June shivered underneath, gripping the side of the couch while I eased inside of paradise.

“Bear,” she gasped.

“I’m going to cum—” I thrust into her. She was too fucking tight, I couldn’t squeeze in all the way. I fumbled to press my lips to hers, kissing her hard.

Not even halfway, fuck.

She gasped as I inched out and shoved back in, so fucking close, I could taste it. The final stroke sheathed me completely and my hips snapped against hers.

“Fuck,” I choked out. “I’m cumming?—”

My body shook with the orgasm, thrusting deep inside her. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, squeezing her, pressing as close as I could. I struggled to breathe in the fallout, my body pulsing. Brain, numb.

Even when I eased out, I grabbed her. Touching wasn't enough, she was embedded in every thought, I needed closer. The best I could do was cover her small frame completely—I had to hold June. Anything else went against the ache inside.

Ragged breaths tore out of me while I rubbed my cheek against her throat, eyes squeezed shut. I needed her, I needed her, I needed her?—

My brain slowly came back online, and my eyes flickered open. I froze.

Fuck.

What the hell did I do?

That was worse than forty seconds. So much worse. I was a four-pump chump. I rutted into June like an animal, finishing inside with barely a warning.

Why couldn’t I stop? Why couldn’t I have an ounce of fucking control with her?

“I don’t cum early like that,” I rasped. “I’m not that kind of guy.”

“It’s okay,” she murmured.

“You’re so beautiful, and you were saying my name, and your voice—I didn’t choose to do it. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Did I seem uncomfortable?” she asked, kissing my hair. “Did I raise any objections?”

Objections?

I paused. “I—no.” She was comforting me after I shot my load too quick, how fucking embarrassing. “You don’t have to protect my feelings, I’m a grown man?—”

“Did it feel good, Bear?”

The purr of her question smoothed out my other thoughts, scattering them to the wind. Did cumming inside of June feel good? Even with a condom, good wasn’t the right word—earthshattering was as close as I could get.

But what we did—what June let me do—was completely different.

Cumming inside her without protection, without trying to hold off, just letting the pleasure wrack through my body after eating her out…

This kind of question was a trap, and I didn’t know how to answer.

“Yes,” I finally said.

“What feels good about it?”

I hesitated. “Having you cum on my tongue—it’s like getting a trophy for something I earned. And cumming inside of you after…like that …”

I pressed my face to her neck, burning with shame while June stroked my hair.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” I admitted. “I feel exposed.”

She hummed. “It’s intimate.”

That was the word I’d been unconsciously searching for. Intimate . It was raw and it was real, and I wouldn’t do it with anyone else.

“I just…” I swallowed. “The nudes situation was shit, I could only imagine how bad this would be. I don’t want to wake up one day and see screenshots of you talking about this with your friends.”

“Oh. This is a trust thing.”

Slowly, I nodded, and it was quiet.

“If you’re uncomfortable, we don’t have to do it,” she said. “But what we do in the bedroom is private. It’s our business. Nobody's going to know about this.”

I didn’t realize how much I’d tensed until I started relaxing, laying down on her again. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad you said something.”

Embarrassed, I shrugged, silent.

“I used to ignore my body when it came to sex,” she whispered.

“With how bad the eating disorder was, my sex drive was nonexistent. I felt like I had to put out for someone else’s benefit.

I’ve changed, Bear. If I don’t like something, I don’t have a problem stopping it. I won't deal with that again.”

I pushed up. “Xavier?”

“Bear—”

“Did he put you through that?”

“Hey—”

“I’m going to kick the fuck?—”

“No, you’re not doing that. I didn’t use his name for a reason, we’re not talking about him.” She drew her arms around my neck again. “Relax.”

“You shouldn’t have had to?—”

“Relax,” she hummed. “Calm down, baby.”

I couldn't. My body locked above hers, the anger gathering at the edge of my thoughts, until she kissed my cheek, tugging me down again. The closer I came to her, the more I breathed her in. The more I breathed in, the more I calmed down until I buried my face in her neck.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I mumbled.

“Sometimes, we’re stuck in traps. Sometimes we don’t even know they’re traps.”

Slowly, I traced my thumb along her skin.

I couldn’t act like this was something I didn’t understand.

“It was the same with me and Paisley. Sometimes, I didn’t want to…

but her parents let me crash at their place and if I said no, I was worried things would get weird with me and Wade, so it didn't really matter if I didn't want to…yeah. You know.”

“I’m sorry.” June kissed my hair with her soft, sweet kisses I lived for. It was such a good fucking feeling. Caring for someone and having someone who cared. She hugged me. “I don’t ever want you to feel like that.”

“Me too. For you. You don’t have to act like you like something?—”

“Bear, I wasn’t acting earlier. I was into that too.”

I paused, taken aback. “What?”

“You eat pussy like nothing I’ve ever experienced,” she whispered, pebbling my skin with goosebumps. “The fact that you get so excited while you do it, you can’t wait to cum in me…I don’t know. It makes me feel like…I’m the prize.”

“You are the prize,” I said, husky, waiting for the inevitable gotcha!

“If you want, we can do it again.”

Like, on purpose? Go down on her, cum inside, and then this kind of cuddling where I could hold her as tight as I wanted in the raw, intimate minutes following…

My cock hardened, nudging her thighs, willing to say what I couldn’t. I knew June could feel it. Her breathing labored. She shifted underneath me, but I tightened my grip, keeping her still while my hard-on adjusted between her legs.

It was more than goosebumps. It felt like June tugged on the leash she kept around my neck.

Slowly, I pushed up to gaze down at her. She was flushed from sex, and the blush darkened the longer my eyes trailed over her, studying every inch. I could stare at her all day. She was goddamn beautiful, it made my heart pound so hard it hurt, and…

“I want to fucking devour you,” I rasped.

Her lips curved for a sweet smile. “Promise?”

I dipped down but June touched my jaw, a clear tug at my leash to keep me back. I hovered above her, muscles twitching with anticipation.

“I love seeing you like this,” she murmured.

“I’m hard again.” I shifted closer. “If you’re going to get me off, you need to finish the job.”

“I already got you off,” she teased.

“You’re my toy. A toy’s meant to be used, and you said I could have anything I want.”

“I’m too sensitive.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Her sweet smile morphed into a smirk. “You’ll have to convince me.”

“Convince you?” I drawled. “How about I fuck you from behind, so I get to watch our cum leaking out of you?" Precum dripped to her thigh, and I reached down to rub it into her skin. "How about I teach you the real meaning of sensitive when I drill you into this fucking couch?”

June pulled me in for a real kiss, stars exploding between us, before I handled her body with ease, rolling her over to see…

Fuck . She was shiny with cum. I throbbed at the sight, and I rubbed the head of my cock against her. Her thighs trembled every time I dragged my cock through the mess.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, her head in her arms.

“We'll have to go slow,” I told her. “Repeat after me— slow. ”

“Slow,” she choked out and I sank into her. I was fucking sensitive too, but it was too good to stop. Easing out, I wrapped a hand around her throat. The sound of her filled with cum mixed with her moans was fucking obscene. I loved it.

“Is my baby okay?”

Weakly, she nodded.

“Good girl.” I pushed into her again. “This'll be a long round so just relax. Let me use you. ”

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