Page 71 of Call the Shots (For The Arena #1)
JUNE
…AND UN-FUCKING-BEARABLE
I poured lube into the palm of my hand, my skin prickling with goosebumps. “I’m riding you?” I finally asked, straddling him, rubbing up against his thighs thick with muscle. “I’ve ridden you before?—”
“Spread your legs, I want that pretty pussy to take all of me.”
The dirty talk brushed away my questions. His husky voice did things to me, unholy, heart pounding things, and I was positive he knew that. Taking deep breaths, I eased him inside.
My heart kicked up a notch when I realized he was watching me, unfazed.
Unfazed?
“Something’s off,” I mumbled.
“So tight,” he murmured. “I love stretching you out.”
His words scorched. It was hard to remember why I’d been so upset with him. It was hard to focus at all. I put my hands on his shoulders, flustered. “You’re breaking my concentration.”
“Aw.” Bear trailed his fingers up my spine. “You’re so cute when you’re upset.”
What the fuck is happening?
Bear kissed my neck like we were just making out in the Colo and he wasn’t halfway inside me, breaking me down. My panting was embarrassing— did I always sound like this? Why wasn’t Bear joining me?
“Have you ever cum from riding?” he asked.
“No—no.”
“We’ll find your spot.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about until Bear coaxed me to grind on him. Fuck, it was so much better. It had everything to do with how full I was, melting on top of him, where reality separated from the dreamworld on his lap.
“Oh, fuck, ” I cried out. “Oh—oh my god?—”
“There you go, baby. Fuck yourself with my cock.”
I could feel how intense the orgasm would be. My eyelids fluttered and I gripped him, breathless from my impending climax.
“Done,” he said, and all motion came to a halt.
My muscles clenched without release and I flailed, thrown back to reality. “ What? ”
“Finished. Stop.”
“I didn’t finish?—”
“You’re not going to finish. Have you heard of cock warming?”
My hips rocked, trying desperately to get back to heaven, but his huge hands splayed across my thighs, holding me down. I couldn’t get the friction I was desperate for—I couldn’t move.
“What the fuck?” I gasped.
“Cock warming is something I haven’t tried yet,” he continued, unperturbed. “The only thing you’ll be is my cock sleeve for the next hour.” I didn’t understand, I just wanted to cum. I tried grinding on him, but he smiled. “Bad girl, don’t move.”
“I—I can’t move?”
“You’re my toy. You don’t do anything without my permission.”
I was breathing so hard, I could see spots in my vision. “Bear—” Tears welled up. “I—I?—”
“I read about it online. Most people do this after they cum together, but I figured this would be more interesting.”
“Please, fuck me,” I begged. “Please, I—I can’t?—”
“Keep talking like that, it turns me on.”
My eyes widened and I pushed back on shaky hands. Bear was supposed to be spiraling with me. “What the fuck is happening?”
“I jacked off four times to make sure I could do this.”
“ What?! ”
“Once after practice, once between classes, and I thought I was fine with the third, but I finished number four in the shower to make sure. I’m shooting blanks.” He grinned wide. “My dick’s sore.”
“You’re—you’re kidding?—”
Bear squeezed my hair between his fingers, and the pinpricks brought stars. Gently, he pulled me to him, his lips to my ear. “You’re so gorgeous, I love fucking you. I can feel you dripping to my balls, I love when you’re a mess on my cock?—”
More tears fell. I trembled, overwhelmed. “ Bear ? — ”
“You want to hear me fucking somebody else?”
I froze, but that didn’t change anything. Not his hard cock buried inside me, throbbing for my attention, and certainly not my stalled thought process, shut off with how much of a sensory overload this was.
“Don’t lie to me,” he warned, tugging me back to gaze into my eyes.
Lie, lie, lie.
“June?”
“No,” I confessed, tears rolling down my cheeks.
“You think I like the idea of someone touching you?”
My lower lip wobbled. “No.”
“Then why are you bringing it up?”
“Because—because—” What the hell is the answer? “It’s the right thing to?—”
Bear pushed me away. “Ride me.”
The end of the sentence disappeared as I clutched him, desperate to follow.
I rolled my hips, searching for that angle until I found it.
I focused on grinding on him, eyes rolling to the back of my head.
Bear kept me on this teetering edge, too close to an orgasm and so fucking far away. If I could cum, I could think again.
Close, close, close ? —
“Done,” he said, and I tried to push his hands away when he stopped me.
“No! No! ”
“You want off?”
“No! That’s not what I said!”
“Do you know why I’m doing this?" He dug his fingers into my hip. "Because this is what it feels like being attached to you. It’s intense. It’s overstimulating. It’s un-fucking-bearable and the only relief I get is from you.”
My head was swimming from the failed orgasms. “ Bear ? — ”
“Why don’t you want me to be with somebody else?”
Lying took the ability to think, an ability I didn’t have anymore. “Because I—I don’t want to share?—”
“That’s what I want to hear,” he murmured.
“I—I shouldn’t be jealous?—”
“I want you jealous.” He drew me closer, hunger in his eyes. “I want you possessive. You have my leash, baby. I don’t want you to give me away.”
“Bear…”
“Kiss me.”
Gingerly, I pressed my lips to his?—
“Not that unfeeling bullshit you’ve been doing— kiss me. ”
Oh, fuck it.
I threw my arms around his neck, crashing my lips to his, tightening my hold. I wanted him— needed him—and Bear groaned into my mouth, his huge hands no longer concerned with stopping me, he was grabbing me just as hard, trapping me to him.
“That’s it,” he panted, sliding his tongue in to taste me. I had to pull back to breathe and he quickly shook his head. “No, no, don’t stop?—”
I couldn’t if I wanted to. I spiraled in his lap, kissing in those winding lovers’ kisses that leave you so lightheaded, all you can focus on is the taste. The kiss said, ‘ you’re everything to me, don’t you know that? ’ Bear gripped me tighter, rubbing his bite marks on my body.
It was fucked-up to kiss like this with the impending end but fuck that end—it felt too damn good with him.
“Do you want to cum?” he panted.
“Yes,” I begged. “Yes— please ?—”
He pushed something to my chest, and I had two seconds to glance down at the little white present before Bear kissed me again, taking my attention away. I had to open it without looking, melting from his tongue.
“Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, some guy’s going to ask for your number,” he rasped, taking the object away from me when I finally unwrapped it. “I want you to remember that I’m waiting for you to come home, and I can do this for you. Nobody else can.”
My eyes widened when I spotted what was in his hand.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.
Bear clicked the vibrator on, leaving me speechless.
“You’ll never forget this,” he promised, kissing me again, slipping the vibrator to where my clit met his cock.
I was already at the cliff’s edge, barely able to stand it, and when the vibrator touched me, my muscles jolted together. A wrecking ball slammed into my chest. I was thrown into swells of pleasure until I submerged completely into an out-of-body experience.
A dull ringing overtook everything.
Is someone screaming Bear?
I crumpled into him, and he caught me. Mini orgasms quaked under my skin, the aftershocks leaving me a shaking, fucking mess.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
That was so much . I discovered a new depth of pleasure I didn’t know existed. I trembled and Bear’s face swam in and out of my vision.
Is he holding me up? Is he talking to me?
The pleasure was so good. It was too good. I tasted the forbidden fruit and the fact that my hearing was gone honestly didn’t matter. Couldn’t Bear understand that?
What the hell is he saying?
It took all my concentration to read his lips—Bear was asking if I was okay. Okay? Okay? I was enjoying the impact, words couldn’t describe that. I made some kind of sound—no idea what it was—and suddenly we were in our bedroom.
His bedroom.
Something cold touched me—Bear with a washcloth, cleaning me up, his voice fading in.
“Fuck, I didn’t think I could cum again…” his voice chuckled to a dull ringing again.
I wasn’t worried about listening. I was too deep in la-la-land.
Gingerly, Bear laid back on the couch— the couch?— adjusting me on top of him. Good thing he was doing it. I couldn’t think beyond the shivers shutting off my brain every few seconds.
“You did so good, baby,” he murmured. “I’m so proud of you.”
My eyelids were heavy. I took a deep breath and focused on that, my cheek to his chest, something soft on me— a blanket?
“Go to sleep,” he whispered.
I snuggled in, drained of energy, listening to the throaty rumbling of his voice.
“When I get my NHL checks…” He kissed my hair. “I’ll spoil you like a princess. You’re never going to want anything again.”