Once Upon a Shifter (16 page)

She gently nudged him over onto his back and sat up on her knees. His erection was hard as steel in her hands. Her mouth watered as she played with it, stroked it.

Grace leaned down and took him in her mouth. He groaned as she massaged his shaft with her tongue. She squeezed her lips around him as she glided her mouth up and down on his dick. She loved sucking cock. There was nothing better than a big dick in her mouth, slapping her tonsils around like a pinata. Women in her circles never talked about this kind of thing. That would be unladylike but Grace loved a good dick sucking.

His hand slid up the back of her thigh and crept up under her bathing suit bottom. His fingers crawled between her legs and he slid a finger into her wet pussy.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and smiled at him, jacking him off with her slick saliva. “What’s going on back there?” she asked. “I don’t usually go past first base on the first date.”

He slid another finger inside her and she gasped.

“Not much of a talker are you?” She stroked him harder, squeezing her grip.

He let his fingers do the talking. His hand was swift and firm, soft yet strong.

“Good,” she said, her voice getting deeper. “Keep this to yourself.”

He rubbed her burning clit as he worked and Grace started to wonder what else he could do. She moaned and swayed her hips to the rhythm of his hand.

She turned back to his cock, sucking it with a new sense of urgency, stopping only to moan and cry out when he hit the right spot with his fingers.

Edwin picked her up by her thighs and lowered her hips onto his face. Her body convulsed as he peeled her bathing suit bottom to the side and raised his tongue to her pussy. She pulled her mouth off his cock and whined as he licked her aching lips and flicked her clit with his tongue.

She was so wet. So horny. She pushed her hips down onto his hungry mouth, trembling as he worked.

Maybe
she could forgive Becca. This wasn’t going too bad after all.

He slid his hips up from under her and positioned himself behind her. Grace went to turn but he held her hips in place with a strong grip. He was silent behind her. Just grunts and heavy breathing as he pulled her bottoms to the side and got ready to fuck her doggy style.

She glanced back at his fit chest and model abs as he slid his cock inside her.
God damn it!
It had been months since she had been fucked and she forgot how good it felt.

She pulled up her bathing suit top under her shirt and massaged her breast as he sped up his pace, thrusting inside her with his thick cock.

Grace dug her nails into the dirt as he slammed into her. They grunted together with every hit, drowning out the slap of their skins.

She reached down under her and rubbed her clit. She was so close.

Her clit was on fire. She massaged it in quick, hard circles as Edwin filled her from behind.

Cries shot out of her mouth like waves, coming faster and faster with every second. Her other hand curled into the earth and she squeezed her fingers around a fistful of dirt, yanking it out of the ground.

Grunts and the grumbling of a bear came from Edwin, louder and more frequent as he was on the verge as well.

Grace’s back burned as she arched it more than it was supposed to bend. She hammered her clit and felt the familiar shocks that swelled before she came.

“Yes!” she screamed as her body unraveled, the orgasm surging through her.

Edwin squeezed her hips until it hurt as he came deep inside her.

Her head dropped down as she panted for breath. She straightened her aching back out as he slowly thrust inside her a couple more times.

She moaned as he pulled out, feeling empty. Vacant. Cold.

His wetness dripped down her inner thigh. She turned towards him and he was holding his softening erection in his hand with a smile on his face.

That was fun.

It was a exciting secret between just the two of them. But something nagging in the back of her mind was telling her that she would be back for more.

ANGIE AND SIDNEY

nine

“Not like that!” Sidney yelled from behind Angie’s kayak. He was in the water, hanging on the tail, dragging her down and making it impossible to steer.

“I know what I’m doing,” she screamed back. The rain was pelting her in the face. They were flying down the river. She had learned how to kayak in the past few days by studying online videos but nothing had prepared her for this shit storm.

“Turn the paddle ov-” Sidney got dunked under the water by the swirling current. “Over,” he said when he popped back up.

“You should know right?” she yelled back. “Mr. I fell out of my kayak after thirty fucking seconds.”

Her kayak was heading for a rock the size of a wrecking ball up ahead. She dug the paddle into the water and tried to turn the kayak with all of her strength. All of her measly, little, lab rat, muscle-less strength.

She couldn’t move it with Sidney’s tremendous weight dragging her down.

“Let go,” she yelled, trying to smack him off with the paddle.

He took the shots in the head but held on. “Stop hitting m-” A wave crashed into his face.

Angie turned back and gasped when she saw the huge rock quickly gaining in size. They were heading right for it. She closed her eyes and held her breath as the kayak smashed into it.

It happened so fast. There was a loud cracking sound, she flew through the air, and opened her eyes just as she belly flopped into the water. She looked around frantically as the river carried her helpless, little body down the river like an ant being flushed down the toilet.

“Help!” Sidney screamed as his head popped out of the water an arm’s length from her. He was slapping the water, trying to stay up.

A piece of the broken yellow kayak floated between them and they both grabbed on to it.

“Can you swim?” she asked. She didn’t want the guy drowning.

“I’m an excellent swimmer,” he said, between deep breaths. “I wasn’t calling for help. I was asking you if you needed help.”

Angie rolled her eyes. Even in an emergency situation like this he still couldn’t keep his ego in check.

They floated down the river, passing around bends and barely missing jutting rocks. Sidney was holding onto the broken kayak with white knuckles. Eventually, the rain began to let up and the current began to slow down. “I think we can swim to the shore now,” she said.

“Okay,” he replied with wide eyes.

She let go and headed for the shore using her perfect front crawl. When she sat down on the river bank she was breathing heavily and wiping the water out of her eyes. Sidney was still half way out swimming a doggy paddle towards her.

He finally arrived on the shore, panting for breath. “I was holding back, making sure that you got out safely.”

Angie rolled her eyes. “How noble of you.”

Angie glanced up at the sun. It was already starting to dim. They would have to spend the night in the forest. There was no way that they could hike back before the sun set.

“Tomorrow we’ll follow the river back up to the cabins.” She looked around the dense trees. “I don’t know where we are.”

Sidney stood up with his chest sticking out like a dominant gorilla. His wet shirt was plastered to his muscular chest, displaying the round shape of his pecs right in front of her nose. She tried not to look.

He glanced up at the sun. “Mmmhmmm,” he said nodding his head. He ripped a leaf off of a nearby tree and placed it in his mouth, nibbling on it. “I see…” he said thinking, well, pretending to think. “I know the coordinates of where we are. Roughly eighty three degrees east by one hundred and forty two degrees south.”

“That would be in Antartica,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Let’s just go find somewhere to sleep Walker, Texas Ranger.”

She thought she had seen a tree chopped down a little ways up the river as they were drifting by. If they were cut down maybe there was a logger in the area, maybe a cottage. It was their best hope for having a dry night.

“I think we should head that way,” he said, pointing in the opposite direction.

“Great,” she said waving her hand up and walking back up the river. “Bring a snowsuit. And send me a postcard with a penguin on it.”

She walked up the river cursing. She had to be stuck with him? Connor was a gentleman and even the naked guy would at least have kept his mouth shut. She had to be stuck with this know-it-all-except-the-correct-answer.

She could hear his footsteps on the rocks following her. She made an effort not too turn around. But that didn’t stop her imagination. His massive chest thrust itself back into her mind.

She continued the walk, repeating a new mantra in her head.

I like my guys nerdy.

I like my guys nerdy.

I like my guys nerdy.

There was no way that she would be attracted to a dumb jock. She heard a slapping sound behind her which could only be him taking off his shirt, and gulped.

I like my guys nerdy.

I like my guys nerdy.

Sidney had been enjoying the view of Angie walking ahead of him. Those little shoulders held up and out in a defiant way, her wet, red hair bouncing around, slapping her back, and that ass. God that ass was perfect.

Every time that he increased his pace to walk beside her she increased hers.
Fine, I’ll just enjoy the view from back here.

The sky was starting to get dark and his stomach was rumbling. He wanted to change into his bear form and go hunt but he didn’t want to scare this beauty in front of him. It wasn’t every day that he got such eye candy around him.

Back when he was a famous football player it was different. He went to all of the parties with the biggest celebrities. The girls were hot and plentiful and willing.

Well, it was only two games, and there was only one party, with the only celebrity being the local weather girl, and she slapped him when he hit on her. But still. It was the glory days. And it was awesome.

“Good idea,” he said, when he approached her. Angie was leaning over a tree trunk staring at it. “Let’s take a break.”

“No this tree has been cut by humans,” she said.

Sidney held his chin and shook his head. “No. That was done by beavers.”

She rolled her eyes. “That one too?” she asked pointing at another stump in the forest. “And that one?”

“Yup.”

She bent over and picked up an empty beer can. “Do beavers drink beer too?”

“You’ve never been partying with beavers?” he asked with a sly smile. “They’re wild.”

She tossed the beer can at him and headed into the woods.

“Where are you going?” He rushed to catch up with her.

“If these trees were cut then there might be shelter around here.”

He snorted. “This is the middle of the wilderness. There’s nobody living around here.” He held his belly and laughed as he caught a glimpse of a cabin through the trees.

Crap.

“We should head back to the river,” he said. He’d rather sleep on the cold dirt than be proved wrong. “We can get lost out here and-”

“Right there,” she said, pointing to the cabin. She squealed in delight. “I knew it!”

Sidney held his tongue and they headed over. It was a little log cabin that hadn’t been used for some time. The roof was made out of sheets of corrugated metal and the sides were constructed with logs. Sidney could smell a family of raccoons living under the small front porch.

The windows were smudged with dirt and covered in spiderwebs. There was a metal chimney popping out of the roof, which meant there was a stove or a cast iron fireplace inside. Old, dried up fox skins hung from hooks over the porch.

“What was it?” she asked.

Sidney pointed to the skins. “An old trapper’s cabin most likely.”

She pushed open the door. “Let’s see if there’s any food inside. I’m starving.”