Page 11 of Wrong Turn, Right Bear (Beartastic Summer of Love)

ELEVEN

THEO

Ash’s hands were all over me as he lay me gently on the mattress. But I was past being gentle or wanting us to go slow. I wanted fast, furious fucking.

I pushed him away and wriggled out of my pants. My feet were bare but I had no memory of kicking off my sneakers. He gazed at me, his eyes smoldering while his chest heaved. He looked as though he was about to pounce and I wouldn’t say no.

My hands trembled as I yanked my cock out of my briefs. I was hard and had been since I caught a glimpse of him this morning. Heck, every time he popped into my head, I got horny. And now he wasn’t going to be just in my mind, he was going to be fucking me.

Ash fell onto the bed and took my length in his mouth. I swear my eyes rolled back in my head and I lifted my hips to meet him. The heat of his mouth wrapped around my cock surged through me like static during a storm.

“Yes, please.” The words tore at my throat. "Just like that... yes..."

Ash hummed and the vibration traveled through my length and down to my toes, making them curl. He glanced up and his dark eyes locked onto mine.

Seeing him on me, his lips stretched around my girth, was almost too much. A wave of possessiveness crashed over me. Mine.

His tongue swirled around the head of my dick and he pressed against the sensitive slit.

"Gods, yes! Right there!" I gripped his hair and yanked hard but Ash didn’t flinch.

Instead, he took me deeper until my cock nudged the back of his throat.

His mouth reminded me of velvet as my dick slid in and out between his lips.

He grazed my dick with his teeth. It was the perfect combination of pleasure and pain and I imagined his lips sending a spark to my nerve endings that set them on fire.

"Ash... Ash, I'm close... so close..." I warned. “But I want you inside me.”

He released me. My cock sprang free, wet and glistening and still so hard.

“If that’s what you want, my love.”

He crawled over me, his own erection straining against his pants. What now? He was still fully dressed. His skin radiated heat and he kissed me and I could taste myself on his tongue.

“I want to be in you too,” he breathed.

He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved them down before kicking his pants aside. He must have tossed off his shirt or maybe he hadn’t been wearing one. His giving me a blow job had befuddled my mind.

And now he was naked. While I had seen him naked at a distance in the moonlight, being confronted with his huge cock had my mouth watering and me licking my lips. He was huge and all mine and I wanted him inside me.

A knot of anticipation and nervousness formed inside me as Ash’s hands massaged my inner thighs. He bent over and nuzzled them and trailed kisses over the sensitive flesh before nipping and lapping at my skin.

"Ash." My voice was barely a whisper now. "Please."

He wriggled downward but it wasn’t his dick that slid into me. His warm, wet tongue probed my hole, nearly sending me off the bed as my body jolted.

“Gods, that’s—” Pleasure coiled in my belly as his tongue probed my entrance and lapped around the rim. “I need you inside me.”

Ash swiped the wetness at the tip of my cock with his finger and licked it.

It was so hot I almost came as he swallowed my pre-cum and nudged my thighs further apart.

His engorged cock brushed against my entrance and I tensed.

Not that I didn’t want to be fucked. I did, but he was huge and I’d have to adjust to him

He braced himself on one forearm beside my head, his other hand guiding his length. His eyes locked onto mine. “Look at me.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, opening myself wider and he pushed in. The pressure was immense and it stole my breath. I panted and dug my fingers into the muscles on his back. He paused with just the tip buried in me. His forehead touched mine and he told me to breathe.

“Okay.” I focused on getting air in and out of my lungs when what I longed for was his cock going in deeper. But I let go of the tension and focused on relaxing my clenched muscles. “I want more of you.”

Ash pushed in further, sinking into my depths, inch by glorious inch.

How many inches did he have? I lost count.

He stretched me wide, I was so full, and when his cock was buried to the hilt, we gazed at one another.

We were connected, emotionally and physically.

The heat from his body seeped into mine.

"Fuck, Theo," he groaned. You’re fucking tight. So hot." He brushed his lips over my jaw .

I giggled and his eyes grew darker as the vibrations washed over him.

“Now I’m the hot one.”

“Always.” His voice was close to a purr and it enveloped me in a hug.

I adjusted my hips and I was filled with such exquisite pleasure there were no words to describe it. Ash withdrew, and gods it was torture losing him, except I knew what was coming next. I closed my eyes before he thrust back in and I arched my back off the mattress.

He went hard as each plunge slammed me further up the bed toward the headboard. Over and over, his cock rammed into my channel and filled me.

"Ash! Fuck! Yes!"

He growled and the deep vibration in his chest echoed through to me where our bodies joined. He gripped my hips and held me steady as my body throbbed and a pleasurable ache spread over me.

There was a fierceness and possessiveness in his gaze that hadn’t been present before and I loved it. I wanted to be his just as he was mine.

I clung to him as his thrusts slammed me into the headboard and the thumping formed a backdrop to our fucking, along with the distant lapping of the lake water.

I craved his man, this shifter, not just his cock, but all of him.

My hunger was insatiable as I begged him to go harder and as he plunged into me, the sweat rolled off him and mingled with my slick, forming a pungent aroma.

Each time his length claimed me, I was complete, but I mourned when he pulled out, missing him filling me. But I was whole again when he slammed that enormous dick into my channel.

My cock bobbed with each thrust and I grabbed it.

Ash’s eyes opened wide as I tugged it, matching his rhythm as he fucked me.

Sweat dripped from his brow onto my cheek and he pushed my hand away, murmuring he wanted to pump my cock .

But when I let go, he pressed his body on me and the friction almost sent me over the edge.

He smirked. “You like that?” He lifted himself up and took hold of my length.

Oh, he was good at this. He stroked me, the light feathery touches had me squeezing around him. We both grunted and then he wrapped his palm around the shaft and pumped. The bed squeaked and complained as I raked my nails over Ash’s back.

My vision blurred and I was convinced I was floating as he pounded into me and tugged at my cock. Waves of pleasure rocked me, knocked me around, and our ragged breathing punctuated the air. The world consisted of Ash and me, and I clung to him, knowing my climax was about to hurtle into me .

Someone cried out and it must have been me. I arched off the mattress as cum surged from my cock, coating my stomach and chest and I clamped down on him. He ground into me as I spasmed and yelled his name. And then Ash roared and he stilled and he convulsed as his orgasm tore through him.

As his knot swelled and claimed me, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the delicious afterglow.

“Theo, are you awake?” Ash’s lips were at my ear.

“Mmmm. Ready for another round?”

He chuckled. “I am if you are but we should make this official if you’re sure this is what you want.”

I flung a leg over his lip. “Where do I sign?”

“It’s more permanent and meaningful than a piece of paper.”

After prying my eyes open, I studied Ash and he stroked my shoulder. “My bear’s claws will mark you.” He tapped my skin. “Here if that’s okay.”

“Will it hurt?” Not that I was worried. Ash would never cause me unnecessary pain.

“Remember, I told you just a scratch.”

I nodded. I didn’t. Memories of the before time had faded.

While I wanted to look away, I always did when getting an injection, this was such a momentous event, I had to watch. Ash’s nails elongated to form claws and they scratched my skin. A trickle of blood slid over my chest but he caught it with his discarded shirt.

“What about me?”

He told me I didn’t have to but I wanted the world to know he was mine. Using the nails on all four fingers of one hand, I scratched a trail over his chest.

“Mine.”