Blind Date With A Bear (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (10 page)

“So sweet, baby,” he murmured. “I want a deeper taste.” He leaned back and lifted her legs over one strong arm. Hooking a thumb beneath the waistband of her underwear, he had them down and off before she could say a word. “Now where was I.”

He lowered her legs back down to the blanket, then parted them, pushing her knees up and spreading her open for his pleasure.

Paige’s body trembled. She was so exposed. She knew she needed to protest, put her legs together. Blush. Something.

Quinn’s bear panted as their mate was revealed to them. The dark curls framing her pussy were trimmed and neat, glossy with the proof of her desire. He drew in a deep lungful of her scent. Sweet, so damn sweet. The outer lips were plump, begging for a kiss. Or a bite. His bear wrestled the man for control. The animal wanted to sink its fangs into the soft flesh, branding her as theirs.

He shook his head, pushing back the animal. Not yet. If he marked her now, he’d wind up taking her on the damn concrete slab. Not the ideal place for a first mating. He put his arms under her thighs and hooked her legs over his shoulders, freeing his hands. He lifted her closer with one hand, freeing his other to touch her. She gave a hoarse groan when his hand cupped her mound. He slid his middle finger down her slit slowly. The movement parted her pussy. He added another finger and stroked through her juices. His fingers came away wet. He resisted the temptation to lick them clean. He wanted his first taste of her to be pure. He lowered his head and used both hands to part her outer lips with his thumbs. With one long, strong stroke of his tongue, he tasted his mate for the very first time.

She tensed at his touch and he stilled concerned that she might be frightened. “
Sssh, baby.”

He tasted her again, his tongue furling deeper, bumping into her opening, but not quite penetrating her. Again and again he licked her, taking her taste inside him. She soon forgot any
embarrassment she might have felt and moved with his touch, whimpering and mewing as he ate at her. He concentrated on her every reaction, learning what pleased her and what would drive her over the edge. Her juices flowed over his tongue and he drank in the sweet feminine honey.

“Quinn,” she whispered, her hands tangling in his hair once again. Her words were strangled, rasped out between parted lips. “Please.”

Her pleas pleased him. As her mate, he was the only one to give her pleasure and see to her needs. He smiled against her warm flesh, his tongue tunneling inside her wet hole. Both man and beast wanted to demand her surrender. He was on the verge of his own climax, straining and taunt and he wasn’t even inside her.

He thrust his tongue inside her again and again. He could feel the clench of her muscles around his tongue, feel the tiny spasms signaling her approaching orgasm. He moved away from her opening and she moaned her frustration.

“Patience, baby, patience.” The moan changed to a deep, low groan when his lips closed over her clit. Her hips undulated and he tightened his hold on her thighs, holding her still for his touch. He flicked out his tongue, letting the raspy surface drive up her desire.

“Quinn!” This time his name was a harsh scream. Her natural whiskey coated voice deepened with her desire.

He quickened the pace, almost giving into the urge to sink his fingers inside her. He wanted her to fly over the moon with just the touch of his mouth as she had the night of their blind date. Faster and faster, he stroked until her body trembled and her hips strained against his mouth. When he sensed her peak approaching, he closed his teeth around her clit and bit down. He was rougher than he intended. The taste of his mate had eroded away his control. Her scream of pleasure made his bear roar with its own satisfaction.

He continued to stroke her flesh until the last shudder ran through her. When her pleasure had passed, he lowered her legs and eased his body back up hers. He drank in her satisfaction with triumph and possession. He had pleasured his mate. Cupping the back of her head, he lifted her for his kiss. He pushed his tongue inside, giving her a taste of her own desire. She sucked on his tongue, drawing him deeper inside.

When they both needed to breathe, he pulled away and lay down beside her. She leaned into him, fitting her head into the crook of his shoulder as naturally as if she had been born to be there. Which she had been. With every passing moment the truth settled deeper into his soul. This was the woman he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. He tightened his hold. He loved the feel of her, the fragrance of her, vanilla and sugar, blended with her arousal. He’d thought he’d died and gone to bear heaven.

Quinn h
ad been on his share of dates. You name the scenario, he’d done it. Dancing, drinking, dinner. Amusement parks, sporting events, even an off-Broadway musical. This was the first time he’d sat high above the city on the top floor of a building under construction with a beautiful—deeply satisfied—woman in his arms. He licked his lips still tasting her pleasure.

“It’s so beautiful up her
e.” Her sweet, shy smile made his heart hurt.

“I’m glad you think so.” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand
. “This is where I spend most of my time. Well, here or in the woods behind my house.”

She had a perplexed look on her face, prompting him to ask, “What?”

“I would never have pictured a bear shifter as a high rise construction worker.”

“Really? What did you picture a bear shifter doing?” Say
licking your pussy or fucking you from behind.
Please, pretty please,
his bear begged.

“I don’t know, something to do with the woods?”

Oh, he was doing something with wood, he was sporting the biggest woody of all freaking time.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like being in the wild, catching a salmon or two, but I’m just as happy here.”

“Do you catch fish when you’re, um—”

“A bear?” He laughed at her embarrassed expression.

“I bet you’re a beautiful bear.”

“Well, damn bab
y.” He was flabbergasted. No one had ever called him beautiful before. “Want to see?”

“Here?”

“Now, what would the inspector think if he saw a half-ton bear roaming around the tenth floor?”

“I don’t know.” She rose
to her knees. “What’s the inspector going to say when he sees a seven foot man getting a blow job on the tenth floor?”

Quinn almost swallowed his tongue. “Baby, you don’t—”

She pushed at his shoulder and he followed her lead relaxing back against the blanket. At first she just stared at him, so long and so hard, he thought she might have changed her mind. He never wanted her to do anything that would make her uncomfortable. He’d planned on introducing her to several experiences he knew she’d never had. And never would with anyone other than himself.

He started to sit up again. A small warm palm on his arm stopped him. He settled back down and her hands reached for the fastener of his jeans. She didn’t immediately open it. Instead, her hand dropped to cup the thick bulge of his dick that threatened to burst through the denim fabric.

“See what you do to me,” he whispered, his voice rough with passion. “Touch me, Paige.”

She caressed his length through the rough material, using just enough pressure to drive him out of his freaking mind. Next, she ran her hands beneath his shirt, discovering the flat planes of his belly, the rock hard muscles of his
pecs. And the sensitive skin of his nipples. He groaned when she flicked them with her thumbs.

“Fuck, baby. Your hands should be illegal.”

Her mouth curved into another wicked grin and suddenly he was impatient for the feel of those soft, pouty lips on his cock. He might have known his little temptress would torture him.

She tugged at his jeans. He helped her, lifting his hips so she could jerk down the denim fabric. For several moments, she simply stared down at him. He had to say the feeling of his mate’s eyes on his body was heady. His hardened shaft twitched, waiting for the first touch of her hands without anything separating them. And mouth. How he wanted the feel of that soft, wet mouth.

Paige licked her lips as she watched Quinn’s cock grow. Her pussy still tingled from his touch and she wanted to taste him. Give him the same incredible pleasure he’d given to her. She’d pushed his t-shirt up. The hair on his chest was about two shades darker than that on his head. The hair at his groin was darker still, and thick. Paige looked at him in fascination and awe. Seeing him half-dressed was so erotic, so…so downright dirty. Her body shuddered with renewed excitement. His cock rose thick and long, a drop of fluid at the end signaling he was just as excited.

She took him in her hand. As she’d thought, her fingers didn’t meet around his girth.
She’d never really understood the phrase velvet over steel before, but she did now. The flesh of his penis was soft and smooth, sliding over a rigid core. He was hot against the skin of her palm. She tightened her grip and pumped up and down his slowly. More pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock. She needed to taste him.

When Paige bent her head, Quinn tensed, waiting for the first feel of her lips. Her hand encircled his flesh, pumping up and down, wrenching deep groans of pleasure from his very soul. His mate was here, touching him, pleasuring him. He pushed the fall of her hair away from her face so he could see her expression as she sucked.

Her lips parted and he watched the head of his cock disappear into her mouth. He thought he might burst from the sight. His fingers tightened in the fullness of her hair. His damn hands were shaking as he pushed her head down a little roughly, urging her to take more. “More, baby. Take as much of me as you can.”

She looked up at him from beneath her thick lashes. A
n age old, womanly wisdom shone from the bright green depths of her eyes. They both knew who was in charge. Who held the real power. Her mouth opened wide and he disappeared down her throat. A sound of pleasure and pain exploded from his chest. Pleasure that she was touching him, tasting him. Pain from withholding his release as he tried to extend the pleasure.

“Suck,” his bear commanded, the animal now in the control. He arched his hips
, forcing himself deeper inside her mouth.

Paige compressed her lips around his burgeoning cock, making a seal. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking as hard as she could. Pressing one hand against his denim-clad thigh, she balanced herself as she took him. Her inexperience made her clumsy, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Harder,” he grunted out more commands, his hand holding her head in place. And she loved the feeling of dominance. And the control she wielded. To prove it, she slowed her movements, letting him slip from her mouth. She grinned at him and he growled. A growl that changed to a long, needy howl when her tongue came out and licked across the slit of his dick. Fluid seeped from it. She did it again, pressing the rough pad of her tongue against the opening as she licked across it. Again and again she licked him as he had her pussy, pressing harder and harder against the tiny opening. He cursed, long and rough and lurid.

His fingers tightened in her hair painfully, holding her still. With another low growl, he ordered her to suck him and pushed his hips up, demanding that she take him as deep as she could. After only a few deep-throated stroke
s, she knew he was coming, could feel the tell-tell signs. His cock growing against her tongue, the tautness of his thighs beneath her hand. She relaxed her throat, allowing him to take her as he needed.

“Fuc
k.” Quinn moved his hips in short, shallow thrusts, bringing on his release. She swallowed his seed, the flexing of her throat muscles adding to his pleasure, the sensations more intense than anything he’d ever felt before. His hips jerked, moving in and out of her mouth.

When he was done, he lay unmoving against the blanket, the cotton fabric twisted and torn beneath his right hand. His claws had emerged as he’d poured himself down Paige’s throat.

“Paige.” He couldn’t find the words to tell her how good she’d made him feel. The hand in her hair trembled and he let go of the silken strands, carefully retracing his claws. He put his forearm over his face. “Oh, hell.”

Paige leaned back on the blanket beside him, watching the deep rise and fall of his chest. His t-shirt had twisted around his torso and stretched across his rock hard chest. His cock lay against his stomach between the open zipper of his jeans. He
was still hard, even after his orgasm. A small smile of smug satisfaction curved her lips. He’d given her pleasure and she’d returned the favor.

“Come her
e.” His arm lifted from his face and she got the first real glimpse of his eyes. They were golden brown and glowing. His arms reached for her, pulling her down on top of him. Before she could protest, he’d rolled them over until he was on top, his large body covering hers. His jeans still riding low on his hips. Unbelievably, she felt the full, hard press of his cock high on her hip.

“I want to make you mine
.” Quinn’s breathing was ragged and his body ached. Ached to take her. Mate her. He prayed she agreed.

“I know.” Sexual need made her eyes a dark, languid green. In their depths
, he saw her want as well.

Quinn’s mouth covered hers, his tongue licking the inside, as he tasted his release. Hers was still in his and their flavors mingled together and made them both groan. His hand yanked her leg against his hip. He needed her. His bear demanded her. Pushing her dress out of the way, he stroked her slick center. He knew he hadn’t prepared her enough
for his possession, but he didn’t think he could pull back.