Curves for Her Bears (BBW Shifter Erotic Romance) (5 page)

They guided her to the bed, Cyrus moving to lie next to her, and began to stroke and caress her breasts. Aiden knelt on the floor by the side of the bed, and lifted her knees so they rested on his shoulders, and she imagined him looking at her pink wet sex.

She gasped when his finger pushed inside her, he responded by pulling back.

“Please, don’t stop,” she said, scared he might think she did not want him to carry on. The truth was she wanted him to push deeper, and spread her wider.

Feeling his breath on her inner thighs she tried to relax when he pushed inside her again, while his tongue slid over her clit. Maggie wanted this to last an eternity; the feeling of having two men wanting to please her was almost too much. She tried to keep her emotions in check, but the way they touched her was incredible.

Cyrus nursed at her breasts, suckling them, and stroking them, pinching and nipping them until they were exquisitely sore. Maggie wanted to return the feelings he drew from her, and so reached down to grasp his cock in her hand. He lifted his head and uttered a loud groan, her hand sliding up and down his cock making him harder.

The way he enjoyed her turned her on even more, and she pressed down onto Aiden, and he became firmer in his work, licking her clit, and then sucking it, running his tongue over the sensitive bud. His finger went deeper, and he inserted another one, stretching her inner walls.

She could not last long now, her orgasm grew closer, and more urgent, until she could hold on no longer and she came.

She cried out, and her hand on Cyrus’s cock pumped up and down stimulating him until he came with her, filling her hand with his thick seed. Aiden did not let up, his mouth and fingers making her come hard and strong. Any gentleness now gone as he became swept along with her cries of ecstasy.

Cyrus turned his head to drown his cries into the bed covers, Maggie’s hand milking every drop from him. The three of them were caught up in a rhythm of pleasure, until both Maggie and Cyrus were spent.

Aiden lifted his head, and Maggie craned her neck up to look at him, his face covered in her juices. He had given so much, and now she wanted to let him have some fun too.

“Fuck me,” she said.

His cock looked incredibly hard; she imagined he must be more than a little uncomfortable. She spread her thighs wider, and held out her hand for him to move closer. He did as she wanted, guiding himself towards her already sopping sex.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked.

“Yes. More than ready, Aiden. Please take me.”

He guided his cock to her slick entrance and she felt the pressure of him against her outer lips before he slid inside. Only the head of his cock penetrated her at first, he seemed unsure. She sat up, placed her hands on his toned butt, and urged him forward.

Placing his hands on her shoulders he pushed himself into her, closing his eyes to shut put everything except the feeling of friction of his cock rubbing against her inner walls. Slowly he moved deeper and deeper, filling her completely.

Maggie wrapped her legs around him and urged him still deeper, and he ground into her, his thighs pressed against hers. Then she let him go, and he moved back only to plunge into her harder. With each stroke, his momentum built, and he thrust harder and deeper. Her breasts jiggling with each hard stroke.

She turned to look at Cyrus, who watched their joining. Smiling she leaned over and kissed him, not wanting him to feel left out. “I want you next,” she said.

His cock began to harden at the prospect, but she did not touch him there, wanting him to be able to last for a good time once it was his turn. Her attention was brought back to what Aiden was doing to her when his fingers pressed against her clit. He had some experience with women, she was sure of that, because he knew how to make her come. And come hard.

He placed his hands on her bottom, and braced her so he could pull back and then thrust into her hard without her moving back from him. She thought he was going to split her in two, he pushed so deep and he was nice and big, filling her completely with each stroke.

His face became a grimace, and his thrusts became shorter and harder still. Boy was she going to be sore after this. The thrusts became short jerks, until finally his seed pumped into her. The feeling of his cock filling her with his warm seed, coupled with his fingers on her clit sent her over the edge again. She lifted her hips to meet him, and he put his head back and cried out, a growl more animal than man. He was claiming his mate, and this was his way of telling the world.

Slumping over her, he kissed her neck and down over her collarbone, leaving goose bumps in his wake. Aiden was one sexy lover, and he knew how to satisfy a woman. However, she could not allow herself to be completely satisfied; she had another man to make love to first. Cyrus.

It worried her a little, Aiden was fairly mild mannered when not aroused, yet in the heat of their lovemaking, he had changed into a fierce beast, hard and demanding. With Cyrus already prone to outburst of anger, would he end up hurting her when they made love and he lost control?

She looked up, and saw him looking at her almost shyly. Reaching out her hand, she touched him, and he shrank away a little.

“Cyrus.”

Aiden moved off her, and looked at Cyrus too, reading the mixed emotions in his friend's eyes. “Cyrus, is everything OK?”

Cyrus looked at Aiden, and then back to Maggie. “I’m fine. But I think it would be better if Maggie has a chance to recover first.”

“Cyrus, I want you.” She raised herself up and slid her body towards him. Her hand finding his cock which was stiff, but not as hard as Aiden’s had been.

With a steady grip, she moved her hand up and down his shaft, he did not move away, but struggled to make eye contact with her.

“Don’t you want me Cyrus? I thought that was what we had agreed.”

“You would be better with just Aiden as your lover. Not me.”

“Why?”

“I don’t...”

“Don’t what? Want to hurt me?”

“No. I don’t know what to do.” He spat the words out, and pulled back from her.

Gently she went to him and turned him so he lay on his back, his cock still not hard. She leaned down over him and took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling over the head, and then she licked the length of him. Slowly he hardened, her hands working up and down his shaft while her mouth sucked him.

Aiden came behind her and his fingers slipped inside her sex, massaging her inner walls while she concentrated on arousing Cyrus. By the time Cyrus was rigid and erect she was ready too.

Straddling him, she raised herself up, and held his cock steady for her to slide down on.

Cyrus’s eyes widened in realisation of what she planned to do, and then closed in bliss as she took him inside of her heated sex. Maggie took every inch of him, he was thicker than Aiden, and she thought she would burst internally. However, her sex yielded to him, gripping him tightly while she sank lower and lower.

Then she rode him, circling her hips to stretch herself on him, taking control of his pleasure, as a reward for the enjoyment his fingers and mouth had given her. Up and down, she lifted her body, releasing him and then taking him fully inside again. Over and over, she impaled herself on his cock, throwing her head back and relaxing, allowing her body to set the rhythm.

Hands touched her breasts, four hands. Between them, they stroked and caressed her body while she worked herself closer and closer to orgasm. She tried to contain it; trying to give Cyrus all the time she could to enjoy his first coupling with a woman.

It was then that something awoke in him. He sat up, pulling her close to him. Brushing her hair back from her face he kissed her mouth, and then claimed her breasts, each in turn, his mouth hard and demanding.

The edge of the wave grew closer; Aiden kissed her back, all the way down to her round bottom. Her hips bucked, and she lost control, her orgasm washing over her. Like a wild animal herself she moved, her arms wrapping around Cyrus and cradling his head while he nipped her breasts, and then his mouth opened and a growl erupted, his hands gripping her hips and he thrust up into her hard, his seed filling her to mingle with Aiden’s.

Closing her eyes she lost track of whose mouth licked her where, and whose hands stroked her skin. Her orgasm was endless, or was it more rolled into a single release of passion and pleasure. When it was over she lay between them, they touched her and caressed her, and she stroked their broad chests and kissed their mouths.

No matter what her real life consisted of, she would never forget, or regret what passed between them. Later they went and ate, before they insisted she went to rest. She tried to convince then she had recovered from her ordeal yesterday, and then the look in their eyes made her see that was not the reason she should rest. Now they had her they intended to use her body at every opportunity.

At once she was aroused. If ever she did go back to her old life she would struggle to leave behind these two men who wanted her body.

She must have been more tired than she thought, because she did indeed sleep, waking up much later to see the light fading outside. A careful scrutiny of her mind told her she still did not know anything other than her name, not even where she lived.

Lying still, she tried to picture her parents, or anyone from her past. Nothing. Only the aches in her body registered, and she remembered the way they had made love to her. If this was her life now could she be happy without knowing her past?

There were probably people out there looking for her. She did not know if it would be fair to them to stay hidden away here.

Even if she were found, she would keep their secret. Bears. Who would have guessed they existed? Maggie went over that part of the day, checking it had been real and not part of her mind's games. Oh, were they real. Her sex ached with the reality of their lovemaking. This set off a chain reaction, and she got up, wanting to find them and experience a bit more bear love.

They were turning her into a nymphomaniac. “And I don’t care,” she said aloud.

***

“We're going to have to tell her.”

She could hear them talking again as she went down the stairs. This time she chose not to eavesdrop. If she was going to live here with them, for any length of time, they had to be honest with each other.

“Tell me what?” she asked, going down the last couple of stairs quickly.

The two men looked at each other, and Cyrus nodded slightly to Aiden.

“Cyrus went back to where we found you.”

“And found something?”

“There were tracks. I followed them. One set were yours, you were running, and there was one other set. Bigger, a man’s shoe. Not the kind used for hiking, which seemed out of place. So I kept going. They led down to the road.”

“Show her,” Aiden said.

Maggie’s heart raced a little faster, whatever Cyrus had found he was reluctant to share with her. He turned around and picked something up off the table. It was a purse.

“Is it mine?” she asked, not recognising it at all.

“There is some ID in there. I think it must be.”

She grabbed it quickly, spilling its contents on to the table. Most of it was useless, receipts, make up and the general paraphernalia a woman carried around with her. It was her wallet that held the clues to who she was.

Her hands were trembling slightly as she picked it up. She glanced up at Aiden and then Cyrus, and their expressions did not help. It would be easy to throw it away, and live out her life here with these two special men. Only the thought of someone out there looking for her made her tighten her resolve. Surely, she had parents, a family who were looking for her. She had to sort this out, and then make a decision based on all the facts.

Flipping it open, she saw her photo ID first. There she was, Maggie Strachan. She peered closer at the picture, and noted the address. Still nothing, exasperated she flipped through the rest of its contents. Credit cards, some money, all still in its place. Obviously whoever was with her had not been a thief, overall there seemed little here to help her. Apart from simply going home to the address on her ID. However, that frightened her; so much was uncertain and unknown.

“What am I supposed to do?” she asked.

“You're a good hundred miles from home,” Aiden said.

“That’s quite a way. So I was either going somewhere or coming back from somewhere.”

“Perhaps. But that does not help. It could be anywhere.”

“I don’t suppose you have access to a car at all?” Maggie asked.

They both shook their heads.

“Is there a phone number in any of that?” Aiden asked, pointing to the pile of other stuff on the table.

Maggie picked her way through the contents, meticulously checking for anything that might lead her to someone she knew personally. There was one number, scribbled on the back of a piece of paper.

“It could be anyone,” she said.

“There’s a call box at the store about five miles away. Why don’t we walk there tomorrow? Call the number, see who answers,” Aiden said, although by his tone she knew he was only being practical.

“Why? Can’t we just leave it until her memory comes back? What if that number belongs to the person who was trying to hurt her?” Cyrus’s temper rose quickly.

“We don’t know if they were trying to hurt her,” Aiden said to Cyrus, and then he turned to Maggie. “It has to be your decision.”

“I know.” She stood in silence for a moment. “I think you are right, Aiden. Let’s at least go to the store.”

Cyrus shoved past her, nearly knocking her down in his haste. She stood rubbing her arm, her lower lip trembling.

Aiden came to her and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry. He’s gone to calm down. It’s the only way he has of dealing with his temper.”

“Does he hate me?” she asked with a quavering voice.

“No, Maggie of course not. We could never hate you.”

With those words his lips found hers and he kissed her, making everything feel all right. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, needing reassurance. These two men were her safety line; they made her feel safe when the rest of the world was a scary place in which she did not know where she fit in.