How Not To Date a Bear (3 page)

“Salacious,” she snapped, getting the safety word out before remembering the signal word for good to go all night. “Caprice,” she added, ignoring the laughter on the other end before she snapped the phone closed and tossed it across the room.

“I --” Declan began, but his words cut off as she reached for him, wrapped her arms around his waist, cupped his ass, and pulled him toward her hungry mouth. “Gill --” he gasped as she began to lick at his hot shaft.

Gillian nuzzled her nose into that neat patch of hair at the base of his cock and inhaled deeply. Yes, vanilla and wood smoke, she decided, her tongue teasing the base of his cock. His full, round balls bounced on her chin, and she nuzzled them for a moment before releasing one handful of hot man-ass to pull his cock down toward her lips.

It was his turn to shudder as she began to pump his cock, caressing the shaft with her cheeks, teasing his foreskin with her tongue.

“You gonna lick me, baby?” His accent sounded deeper as his hands ran through her hair.

She arched into the caress until he had a handful, and then pulled back, loving the sharp bites of pain that came from hair pulling.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his ass quivering in her hand. “Suck it,” he added, tugging harshly at her hair, directing her mouth to his cock until she opened her mouth and licked him.

His foreskin had retracted fully, leaving the tender bud of his head exposed to her ministrations. Wrapping her fist around his base, she sank him deep into her mouth until she felt her gag reflex kicking in.

She pulled back, looking up at him, her eyes watering a little as her breathing quickened. Her free hand left his ass to go between her own thighs, to pluck and tease at her clit.

She shuddered and sucked on him hard, spit running out of her mouth to coat his thrusting cock, for he was very gently fucking her face.

She loved it. She groaned around his cock and felt his whole body tremble.

“
Uris
, you beautiful thing,” he was moaning, his eyes closed, his head going back as he rocked between her lips. “Yes, you take it so good. Mmm, suck me.” He was biting at his bottom lip, a low, odd growl rolling through his body. The low tone rode through her body, making her skid her fingers back further to slide deep inside herself, fucking herself toward another release.

His fingers in her hair tugged harder, getting her off on the sheer naughtiness of the whole thing before he pulled back, sliding from between her lips with a pop.

She glared at him while licking her lips. “I wasn’t done with that.”

“For now you are,” he corrected her before he reached for her, sliding his hands under her arms and lifting her easily with his powerful arms.

For a moment, she thrilled at the strength in his body, and then his lips slammed down on hers and her train of thought derailed.

He took over, his tongue invading her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, knowing he could taste himself in her mouth as she could taste traces of her own pussy in his. Instead of putting her off, the thought made her squirm in his hold.

Then he was breaking the kiss, his lips traveling down her neck and shoulder, leaving teasing bites and nips as he passed.

He moved up to her ear, and Gillian forced herself to listen to what he was whispering. “-- condoms?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, forcing her melting brain to comprehend his request. She needed protection. “In the drawer,” she managed, squirming to feel his soft hair caress her nipples and stimulate her closer to her release.

And it was a near thing. With his dick riding the slippery crease of her ass, her body flush against his furry one, Gillian was riding a wave of heaven. But then, she decided as she began to grind against him, why wait? She had a feeling he would easily drive her toward another release, so why hold herself back?

She moved faster, tossing her head back and laughing as his hands shifted to grip her ass, pulling her harder against him, pumping his hips so that his cock teased her asshole, stimulating her whole pussy. God, he could read her well and was driving her insane.

“Gonna come all over me?” he demanded, bending his head low to groan in her ear. “Gonna wet me down, Gillian? Gonna rub that hot pussy all over me until you explode?”

One powerful thrust had his pubic thatch nestled against her clit, and that was all it took. The rough caress combined with the nasty things he was whispering in her ear tore another climax from her writhing body.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, her toes curled, and she slammed her face into his chest, burrowing between his furry pecs as her body tore itself apart from the inside out.

And through it all, he ground his hips in circles, keeping the pleasure flowing until she hung in his embrace, limp, sweating, and still hungry.

Her head felt like it weighed a ton as she lifted it to look into green eyes so dilated they almost appeared black. “More.”

Her demand was met with a truly wicked grin as he eased her back onto the bed.

For a moment, she felt cold and bereft. She looked toward Declan only to see him bent over and digging through her bedside drawer.

If she had the energy, she would move around and bite him on that tempting ass. His ass was a thing of perfection, after all. It was round and high, tight, and it bobbled as he shifted from foot to foot. Oh, yeah, she wanted to bite it, to leave her little red teeth marks all over his pale flesh and mark her territory so he would remember who he had taken to his bed.

But then he spun around and the subject of his ass was tabled as she got another good look at his cock. It was so hard it wasn’t moving much, the tip wet with his leaking pre-cum, silvery trails of the stuff coating his shaft.

It was a meaty mouthful, and she was determined to get that hot piece of cock deep inside her.

She looked up into his face, and he looked decidedly wolfish and starving as he examined her splayed body.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he finally said to her, his voice matter of fact, if a bit breathless. “I am going to sink myself so deep into you that you won’t know where I start and you begin. And then I am going to fuck you.”

That sounded quite all right to her. She reached for him, watching with heated eyes as he open the condom packet and pulled out the thin layer of latex.

She hoped the damn thing would fit. She watched, one hand pressed to her hot swollen pussy, as he slid the condom in place.

Then, fast as lightning, he was over her, spreading her legs wide and placing himself up against her opening.

“Open, please.” Gillian looked up to find his eyes staring directly into hers.

He was so pretty, she thought, her breath hitching as the heat of him sent her hips arching up and her hands latching onto those shoulders.

“Good,” he breathed as she felt her muscles loosening. He pressed the head of his cock into her, and Gillian gasped at the wideness of him.

God, this was going to hurt so good, she thought and arched her hips up. Inch by teasing, painfully delicious inch, he slid inside her. His body was trembling, sweat slicking his hair to his head as that low, growling tone reverberated up from his chest.

Gillian’s head whipped from side to side, her nails digging into his skin. Her mouth opened and gasping moans tore from her throat.

She was going mad, it felt so good! She could feel herself stretching, her walls giving way to his steel hardness. Her nerve endings burned, and that tightness in her belly that told of impending orgasm was back.

She tried to lurch upward, to take him all in, but he used his great weight to hold her still. “Easy,” he breathed against her neck, nipping at the delicate flesh there, driving her hunger for him higher. “Not yet, baby. Just take it. Loosen, open up for me.”

She sobbed her pleasure as he moved deeper. He was so thick he was hitting all her buttons without even trying. And then he was pulling out a little and sliding in deeper.

“De-Declan.” Her voice broke on his name as he moved out and back in, going deeper after each slow withdrawal.

“Yeah, baby,” he breathed against her ear, his hands dropping to caress her breasts, to tease her nipples as he slid deeper yet.

Finally, after what seemed like forever but was likely a few minutes, she felt his thick pubic thatch press against her clit. He was in as far as he could go.

He rose up on his arms to stare down at her, his mouth open and panting, his body trembling… and then he smiled.

“Perfection.” The word passed through his lips before his eyes closed on a growl. “So tight and hot around me.”

Gillian was speechless. All she could do was feel. Her body shuddered -- it wept with pleasure.

All the dark spaces inside her were filled with vanilla-scented light. Declan drove all the loneliness away. In his arms she felt perfected. His chest hair was teasing her nipples, his thighs rubbed against the inside of hers, his scent covered her, and his eyes -- his eyes were like green fire that demanded she give up her soul.

Gillian threw back her head, bared her throat, and surrendered.

Then and only then did Declan begin to move. He slid out of her and slammed back inside, igniting a firestorm within her body. Her legs went up and around his waist while her nails raked down his back.

Declan grunted, hunkered lower, claimed her mouth in another kiss, his tongue delving between her open lips as his hips began to grind against hers before he pulled out and slammed in again.

Gillian could feel him moving throughout her body, felt him pounding into her, felt her clit burn, her ass clench, her pussy erupt in wet delight. And he pounded her still.

Finally it was too much! She tore her lips from his and screamed, her eyes closing, her body arching up sharply as all her muscles stiffened.

The clenching heaves of her orgasm tore a groan from his lips, and he moved faster, prolonging her release, tearing more screams from her mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck --” He punctuated each thrust with a curse, his body shuddering over hers.

“I can’t!” Gillian gasped, as the orgasm went on and on. “I can’t!”

“Fucking take it! Take me!” Declan growled, and Gillian’s eyes slid open to see his face, teeth bared above her as sweat shined his face and dripped down her neck. God, he looked so dangerous, so perfect, so -- She could take no more!

She threw her head back as her body convulsed once more. Three? Four? How many orgasms? She couldn’t keep count, but her body arched helplessly under the onslaught of another.

And Declan was pounding into her, grinding, thrusting, baring his teeth and snarling as he moved faster and faster.

Finally he slammed so deep that she felt him in her throat. He wrapped those huge arms around her, lifting her, squeezing her as his hips thrust up one last time. A low bellow tore itself from his mouth.

His cock hardened further, swelling within her clenching inner walls, as he froze, a spate of fast Russian pouring from his lips before she could feel his ass clench beneath her calves.

“Come on,” she found it in herself to urge him, her head dropping to his neck, her teeth clenching into the tight flesh.

He groaned again as his climax was torn from his body. She could feel the rush of heat from his seed as it filled the condom. He carefully fell forward, being sure not to crush her as he settled on his knees above her, his head dropping down to rest on her neck.

The sound of their panting filled the room as Gillian held onto his trembling body, her own too wrecked to do much more.

After a few moments of rest, Declan lifted his head, gently detaching her arms and legs from his body as his hand went between them. He held onto the condom as he slowly pulled from her. Gillian was too wiped to do much more than try to breathe and stare at her perfect specimen of a man.

He gave her a sweet but tired smile as he looked around her bedroom, finally spying the open door to her en suite bathroom. He padded there, his muscular body still trembling, and Gillian heard the sound of the toilet flushing and the sink turning on.

He returned in a few moments with a washcloth in his hands before he pressed it against her aching pussy.

Yeah, she decided as she allowed him to tend her. She was well and truly used.

“So fine,” he was muttering as he carefully wiped her down. He disappeared and again, and she heard the sink running before he returned, this time to wipe down her body before he tossed the cloth aside and snuggled into bed beside her.

She could not find it in her to protest his lack of neatness when those hard muscular arms surrounded her.

“We do this again later, yes?”

She looked up into his lazy green eyes and smiled.

“Yes,” she breathed, knowing what he said was true. He was a demanding lover. She couldn’t wait to see what he came up with next.

Chapter Three

It was a powerful thirst that woke Gillian. She had been sated and sleepy, with a high that only a good, hard session could give a woman, so it was kind of a chore to move.

She would have ignored the minor discomfort and drifted back to sleep, but along with the thirst came a need to empty her bladder, a need that could no longer be denied.

So frustrating, she thought, knowing she would never find that nice, warm, comfortable spot against her bear again. So, with a frown on her face, she opened bleary eyes and eased her reluctant body out from under the covers.

For one peevish moment of sheer maliciousness, she contemplated whipping back the covers and letting the cooler air of the room caress Declan’s naked skin -- just to make him suffer with her.

After glaring at his curled up, softly snoring form, she decided that was just too mean to do to the man who had given her such a memorable night. Besides, she wanted him warm and toasty and missing her enough to cuddle her back into his huge arms when she returned from the trek of frigid discomfort to her bathroom and its cold, tiled floors. The thought of her cold feet against his nicely heated flesh made her want to be sure of her welcome when she returned. She had slippers, true, but it would take someone a bit more conscious than her to find them and even get them on her feet before she navigated her way to the bathroom. It was better if she just made a fast break for it.