BEARed to You(19)

He buried his nose in the crook between her neck and shoulder. “My place is back by your rental. Why?”

Battling a case of goose bumps, she tipped her head and scrunched up her shoulder. Why? Yes, that was a good question. What had they been talking about? Oh. Yeah. “You were going to get yourself some clothes, weren’t you?” She leaned back a bit, taking her neck out of the line of fire and motioned up and down his body with an index finger. “I’d think a guy dressed like Julius Caesar might stand out in a place like this. The only thing you’re missing is the olive branches or whatever those things were on his head.”

He screwed his perfect mouth into a playful scowl. “Funny.” One of his hands took a little tour of her body, starting at her waist and ending up under her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra.

Oh, what a naughty hand. Naughty in the nicest sense.

Her head dropped back and her eyelids fell over her eyes. She felt her nipple hardening, thanks to his gentle caresses. “If you went there—uh, I mean to your house—you could grab yourself some canned food or whatever it is you eat.” She had no idea how she’d managed to string together so many words, considering her head was spinning and her body was planning a party for the arrival of one hunky guest.

“I’m thinking there’s probably another guy named “Joe” sitting at my place waiting for me to come home so he can escort me back to my prison cell in the basement of Omega’s headquarters.”

That last part sobered her up a smidge. They’d held him prisoner? What was going on? “They were going to lock you up? Why?”

“So I couldn’t do this.” He removed his hand from her breast, cupped her chin and kissed the daylights out of her. His tongue did all those naughty, yummy things his tongue had a tendency to do. It flirted with hers then got all serious, plunging in and out and getting bossy. In response, she kissed him back. Wasn’t any way she could do anything but that.

For each thrust of his tongue, she gave him one in return. And while she was teaching his mouth a lesson or two, she let her hands go a-wanderin’ over the bumpy terrain that made up his absolutely drool-worthy upper body. She yanked until the toga came untied and then set both hands free to wander at will.

Based on the low rumbling growl he gave when one of her fingertips grazed a nipple, she guessed he appreciated the thorough attention she was lavishing on his chest and stomach. That was, she assumed as much until he broke the kiss and pushed her fanny off his lap. She ended up wedged between the chair’s arm and Tarik’s hip but that was no problem, especially when he caught one of her hands in his and gently set it atop one very prominent part of his anatomy.

Being all too eager to drive him as crazy as he was driving her, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly pumped up and down.

His gasp was followed by a husky murmur, “Suck my cock.”

Sounded like fun.

She sped up the pace a bit then slid off the chair and stood in front of it, straddling his outstretched legs. His cock stood front and center, looking big and tasty. She bent over, opened her mouth wide and took him in.

He tasted great, like outdoors and man and all things sexy and wild. She swirled her tongue round and round then traced a line down the underside to the curls coating his balls. She fondled them gently as she licked back up to the tip and took him as deeply as she could into her throat.

Under her forearm, she felt the muscles of his leg trembling. She felt the tug of his hand on her hair. The sting of his fingers digging into her shoulder. The sensations fueled the blaze burning inside her body.

Up and down, up and down he thrust his hips, fucking her mouth while holding her head still. Quite suddenly, he pushed her away.

Was something wrong?

She lifted her gaze to his face, saw the fierce hunger burning in his eyes. She didn’t know why but she whimpered.

He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with each gasping breath. The fine sheen coating his chest glistened in the flickering light of the fire and right then and there she decided she’d never, ever seen a sexier man. “Dammit woman,” he said, sitting forward, “what you do to me.” Looking like he might eat her up, he snatched up her hands in his and pulled, dragging her up against him again. Then he stood, taking her with him. Still holding her, he added, “It’s my turn now.”

What exactly did he have in mind?





Chapter Five



He was losing control again. The beast was gaining strength, being fed by the delightful sensation of Abby’s mouth on his cock. He had to stop it. Had to gather up his strength, hold off, even if there wasn’t a cell in his body that wasn’t screaming for a quick release.