Chapter 7

Hunter’s lips open to blow out smoke. The smell from the cigarette is strong, but I like the rich tobacco scent that lingers on his skin.

We’re still in his backyard. Fortunately, the wicked trio hasn’t bothered us again. The late morning sun is warm. A light breeze caresses my face sporadically. The beer in my hand feels cool and wet, the bitter aftertaste remains on my tongue.

So many things to feel. It’s a lot to handle after years of almost nothing. And yet, I want more.

He flips the beer cap between his fingers, and it hits the rim of the garbage can behind him before falling inside.

“Can I hold your hand?” I look at his strong profile.

He just turns his palm toward me. If I knew it’d be this easy, I’d have asked to hold something else.

I lace our fingers together, leaving my pinky against his palm to stroke his skin. The gesture feels right.

“What caused the numbness?” he asks abruptly.

“That’s a story for another time.” I’m still riding the afterglow train, don’t want to be pushed off yet.

His eyes skitter briefly across mine before looking away again.

“Powerful tool, the brain,” he finally states.

“Fascinating, my mother would say.”

“You have two, right?”

I smile at his partial knowledge of my life. I left some crumbs in case someone felt the need to stick their nose into my business—apart from my fans. Having no background at all would have been too suspicious.

“Foster mothers. And six foster brothers.”

“Brothers?” He didn’t know about them—few people do.

“Foster brothers. All with angel names.”

“Angel?” He makes an incredulous sound and then drinks from his bottle. The bobbing of his Adam’s apple is hypnotizing. Is wanting to suck on it a weird thing to crave?

“Hey, Papa Bear, you foster a wicked trio. ’Nuff said.” There must be a story there. I’m tempted to ask Serena to dig into it, but it can wait. “And it could have been worse than angels. We could have been called after the seven dwarfs,” I joke.

Hunter’s lips give a small twitch, but no smile. He puts out the cigarette in the ashtray on the small table. And I know it’s my cue to go.

I place my beer on the wooden surface and run my fingertips over the uneven grooves of the old table, trailing its contours as I tell myself to stand up and leave. I have things to check, work to do. I can come back later.

“Well, I have three tortoises and a mountain of food waiting for me to taste, so…” I chance a glance his way.

“Tortoises? Not an iguana person?”

My nose scrunches up. “Iguana?”

“Odd, rare, high maintenance,” he easily lists.

“Are you describing me or the iguana?”

“Maple seems to love you.” When I frown at him he adds, “My dog. You have the humping in common, and the drooling.”

Fucker! But I admit I like this teasing, carefree, relaxed bear. I could easily get used to him. The thought materializes out of nowhere.

“Your dick is humongous, drooling is inevitable.” I give him the sexiest pout I can muster, gazing up at him flirtatiously through my lashes.

He snorts, and I can’t help giving his lips a quick peck. He directs an unreadable look my way and then takes my beer to drink a sip since his is empty. He hands it back to me, and I finish it in one long gulp. The easy intimacy between us doesn’t quiet the sudden awkwardness I’m feeling.

“Any news on the case?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Malcom is still AWOL. But Serena is on it. I’m waiting for the vulture to call me back.”

“The vulture? The lead you were talking about?” He’s giving me his intense stare again.

“Yeah, but he’s a busy guy. He’ll contact me, and I’ll barter for the information.”

Hunter’s eyes have turned suspicious. “How?”

I pretend to think about it. “He likes men in colorful, tight suits.” I pull my lips inside my mouth, trying not to laugh at his confused face. “Rare comic books.”

“Did you fuck him?” His gaze has turned heated.

“And why is that of any importance? Um, I better go.” We are exclusive, but he has no right over my past actions. Even though the hint of possessiveness behind the rasp in his voice makes me shiver.

His fingers tighten around mine, halting my retreat. “I’m not done with you yet.” His firm tone does wicked things to my cock. The horny traitor.

I aim a long scrutinizing look at him. “Not even asking me if I have other plans?”

“For the time being, you are mine to do with whatever the fuck I want, when I want, where I want,” he states darkly.

And cue the lava running into my bloodstream.

“I’m pretty sure the deal implied the other way around, Yogi,” I fight back.

He lets go of my hand to grip my nape and growls viciously in my face. I growl right back, tilting my head up and showing him I’m not afraid of his domineering, animalistic ways.

He abruptly tugs me out of the chair and toward the French doors. The fact that he can move my two-hundred-pound body this easily turns the lava inside my veins into…what’s hotter than lava? A burning star.

We enter a large great room that makes up the living room, kitchen, and dining room, but I don’t have time to really appreciate it as Hunter drags me into a hallway.

“I don’t need to give you anything in exchange since you’re getting a sex slave out of it!” I scoff, peeking inside a very messy room. I get the sense that this is the rude one’s dirty realm. There’s even a hairless demon cat sleeping on a chair.

“Are you going back on your word?” He hauls me forward, his hand on my neck is leaving a burning imprint on my skin. It feels like a brand.

“No!” I retort.

Hollywood blond is sitting on a bed in the next room—the immaculateness would make Monica Geller proud—is that a snake in the tank on the left?

“But you are supposed to be at my mercy, Bear,” I grunt. Why am I fighting? I actually like to be his sex toy. Although, having Grizzly on a leash at my feet doesn’t sound so bad.

We pass a closed door, the silent one’s, I deduce, and then Hunter pushes me inside the last room. His room. And locks it behind us.

I only have time to glance at some shelves filled with books and more books before he talks again, “I’ll make you feel so fucking much you’ll beg for more.”

It should be a promise, but it sounds more like a threat to me. The most delicious threat ever.

“I already did!” I stupidly remind him.

A growl tears from his mouth just before he yanks my body against his.

There’s nothing tentative when he kisses me. He dominates my mouth, his full lips and teasing tongue are exploring mine with deep sucks, licks, and thrusts. My body arches against his, a leg curls around his hip, and I can’t remember what we were talking about anymore.

I slide my palms over the heated skin of his shoulders and back, and it’s his turn to shiver. He releases the grip on my neck to fist my hair and deepens the kiss, holding me still. One hand in my locks, the other molding my ass.

I don’t realize he’s backing me up to the bed until we fall down on the sheets together. I land on my back with him on top of me. He doesn’t try to hold himself up, but pushes me down into the mattress.

It’s like he knows I want his hard weight on me. I need him to crush me, need to feel every bulging muscle and thick bone pressing down on my body.

He shifts as his lips slide down my neck, creating goose bumps all over my arms. His hands are pushing my shirt up, and soon it’s gone, somewhere on the floor. The sparse hair on his pecs strokes against my bare chest as he slowly unzips my jeans and slides them down my thighs, never stopping his sucking assault.

His tongue traces my taut nipple. Wet. Then he blows air on it. Cold. Then he pinches it. Pain. Insane pleasure. And repeat.

“Fuck!” He’s bombarding me with sensations. He’s the sensory master. And a fucking tease.

He gives my other bud the same treatment, and then his tongue surfs down my ripped abs, licking every single line of muscle. My fists are gripping the cool sheets while my body keeps arching toward Hunter’s magical mouth and fingers. I’m quivering jelly under him when he finally reaches my throbbing dick.

His teeth close around my blue thong, and the growl he releases turns me into a whimpering mess.

“This stays on,” he huskily orders.

“You like?” I look down at him with a beaming smile.

“Wasn’t I obvious the last time I rammed your cunt?”

It’s incredible how I fucking love to have my ass treated like it’s a man pussy. Hunter made me discover it while I was sucking him off. And after researching it a bit, I took the next step and bought lingerie. Never thought about it before. But there’s something about wearing beautiful undies. The feel of delicate, soft, expensive lace wrapped snugly around my dick, cradling it, holding it in place, stroking erotically against my skin every time I move. It makes me feel like a sex-bomb, all confidence and sensuality.

He licks the edge of the thong, and his hot tongue brushes against my slit, making me tremble.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” I gasp, squeezing his shoulder. He suddenly moves back to take off his jeans, no underwear again. Why is going commando so damn hot on him?

Then he stands before me, naked as the day he was born. A dark, powerful predator eager to pounce on his prey. Willing prey.

“Hands behind your head, Red. Spread your thighs for me.” I do as he says, and then a moan catches in my chest at the sight of him wrapping his long fingers around his cock. He strokes himself with long, hard pumps while his eyes sweep hungrily over my body.

“You look like a horny mess. Eager to be touched. Fucked. Used,” he rumbles with that gravelly voice of his. Oh, dear Satan. His eyes are like flaming black holes ready to suck me in.

“You think you deserve my mouth on your cock?” He licks his lower lip, and I almost cry with desperation.

But I force out a huff of annoyance. Because this willing prey deserves every-fucking-thing. “Yes, I fucking do.”

My heart is racing, my skin is cool all over, my body can’t stay still. All my blood is concentrated south, in my boiling balls and aching cock. It’s dangerously tenting my thong, and I can almost hear the tearing sound of the fabric against my twitching length.

I want to pull him to me, to touch him. But I keep my hands behind my head, eager to see what he’ll do next. His hand continues the slow pumping of his long, delicious cock as the fire in his eyes increases. There’s too much distance between us, it’s turning me insane.

“Open those legs more, I want to see that cunt,” he demands. And I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to explode if he doesn’t touch me in the next instant.

“Make me,” I almost growl, pushing as much force as I can into the words. A deep grunt comes out of him, and then he’s on me. His hands and shoulders force my legs wide open. His mouth is an inch from my erect cock, which jerks eagerly toward him. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and his grip on my thighs turns bruising.

“Tell me how much you want this,” he whispers hotly over my sensitive tip. Oh, God.

“I feel like I’ll die if I can’t have it,” I sob.

“Keep your hands there,” he tells me just before moving the thong slightly down and diving onto my free cock, swallowing it whole.

“Ahhhh!” I scream at the incredible new sensation. Blazing hot, strangling tight, orgasm-producing. He’s sucking me so hard, like a damn Hoover. Using a fast, steady tempo while one of his hands pulls rhythmically on my balls.

I’m thrashing under him, trying like crazy to thrust my hips upward, but his shoulders and arms hold me down. Keeping my hands behind my head is becoming impossible. I just need to come. The pleasure is too much, too intense.

And watching him gorging on my cock with those big lips doesn’t help. All that dark, brawny power between my legs, forcing me to take it, it’s exhilarating. His throat tightens around my dick as he takes me so fucking deep, my head feels light and a rushing sound fills my ears.

The orgasm is torn from me. My body arches toward the ceiling, and I scream his name as I shoot my cum down his throat. His lips don’t let go until the last spurt. Then he gives my head one last hard suck, making me whimper, and pulls back.

Hollywood’s teasing voice ruins my after-orgasm seventh heaven. “Bravo! Nice ending! We are leaving the premises. Go nuts about it.”

“Like there’s more nuts than that?” The rude one makes a disgusted sound.

“We’ll be at the pet shelter,” the silent one adds.

I’m shocked my brain is still working after that out-of-this-world, meeting-green-aliens climax.

“Fuck! The boys,” Hunter groans, placing a hand on his face. Did I make him forget about them? Nice to see I affect him as much as he does me. I thought I lost my mojo for a second.

“Don’t sweat your dick off, old man. It’s nothing we haven’t heard before,” Hollywood says before I hear footsteps receding.

Grizzly climbs up next to me and drops himself down on the sheets. His forearm is covering his eyes, making his biceps bulge and his body stretch for my ogling pleasure. He’s so…big. His skin is caliginous beauty. It makes me think of a smooth, peaceful, vast night sky, or the dark, silent, mysterious depths of the ocean. I just want to dive right into him and get lost.

The smattering of dark hair across his chest becomes narrow on his belly, turning into a neat happy trail that points to his soft, but still very impressive dick. I make a mental note to lick, suck, and bite my way down that treasure trail next.

I turn on my side to face him. The feel of the cool sheets under my body, the light smell of sweat and sex, and the tingling still cruising inside my gut are assurance enough that my senses are working. But I need more.

“Can I explore?”

A knowing smirk dances on his lips as he tucks his hand under his pillow, making his other bicep twist and flex. I take that as an invitation.

My fingers start trailing down his large nose, red, shiny, puffed lips, and squared jaw. I feel the light shiver running through his body, and now it’s my time to smirk.

I’ve never done this. Touched someone without the purpose of sex, without being horny and lost to my desire. It’s different. There’s no fervor or impatience. I’m still filled with desire and intense yearning, but the sweet, slowly growing kind. I’m indulging in Hunter. Enjoying the calm pleasure that touching him and smelling him gives me.

“Are you sure the wicked trio left? The rude one’s glowering face isn’t going to pop up outside that window, right?” I’m circling his nipple when I realize that the fingers of my other hand are twined with his, stroking his palm with my pinky. I must have done it without thought.

“The rude one?” He moves his forearm, bringing our laced hands up, to look at me.

“Don’t know his name. He has a bedroom that looks like a bomb went off.”

“Ash.”

“And Hollywood, his clean doppelg?nger?” I move to the other, small nipple.

His chest rises and falls under my exploration. “Ren. And Dare is…”

“The silent one,” I finish for him. “Do they always spy on you fucking, Papa Bear?”

He grunts with displeasure. “No, I don’t bring people home.”

“I’m the first? I’m flattered.” My tone is teasing, but that new, possessive part of me likes it very much.

My fingers keep going down to his belly, and I can’t resist. I slide my body closer and stroke and rub my face all over it. Soft, smooth, and slightly hairy, it’s paradise. I moan in ecstasy as I take in Hunter’s rich smell. His hand twists in my hair, and I lift my head.

My mouth waters as my eyes are captured by the fully erect, ten inches—give or take—of uncut cock pointing up. It’s begging me to be licked, sucked, and fucked.

“I didn’t bring you here. You showed up unannounced.”

I need a minute to register his words. “Technicality. You have a virgin bed. We need to rectify that situation, pronto. Your angry, hungry dick looks on board.” I wrap my hand around it and give it a long pump from tip to base.

Just as I’m about to go down and feast on it, Hunter slides off the bed, pushing me off him, and walks to the other side of his bedroom, stopping in front of the beige dresser. His ass is perfection. High, round, peachy, with jiggling, curvy cheeks.

“I want to rim you so badly,” I confess.

The horny whimper never leaves my chest, because when he turns with lube and a condom in his hands, the sight of his spectacular, blinding smile steals all the air from my lungs.

He walks back and kneels on the bed. I don”t waste any time and impatiently hold out my hand. Hunter grabs it, and before pouring lube over my fingers, he moves them to his mouth and sucks them, hard. His wet tongue ruthlessly twists among my fingers while his warm lips pull them deeper inside his hot, slurping mouth. My sated cock turns half-hard, and my balls seem to grow against the lace as he lets my shiny fingers go with a pop. I open my mouth in a silent moan and then grit my teeth as I move the thong aside and push two slick fingers in.

It’s not going to take long before I’m ready for his cock. Hunter’s previous fingering opened me a bit already.

“Show me how you make that cunt loose for me.” His gravelly voice seems to have a direct line to my body. My legs bend as they widen, and I pull them toward my chest. I readjust my fingers and push three in now, scissoring and pumping them fast.

“So pink and tight. This pussy was born to take my dick,” he growls while staring at me fucking my hole. My head swims. I’m so fucking turned on.

“Ready to show me how good you are at taking a Black cock?” he asks, moving closer on his knees.

“I thought I already did. But who am I to argue?” I rasp, pulling my fingers out.

He grabs my glutes and holds them open, pulling me closer to his erect dick. “Put me in,” he commands, and I’m only happy to oblige.

I grab his length and feel the latex under the lube as I guide his tip to my hole. Don’t know when he put the condom on and don’t care. I just need this so fucking much.

I squeeze and pull his ass toward me as I bear down on his length. My entrance slowly opening up, stretching around his thickness. My body promptly accommodates him and sucks him in, gripping tight. The second his fat cockhead is swallowed inside, he lets out the sexiest gasp I’ve ever heard, and his face turns slack.

This face-to-face position is fucking amazing.

“Tighten your hole up more. Yeah, fuck, like that.” He snarls, gritting his teeth, and his hands fall on my knees, pushing them hard against my pecs. Bless yoga.

I want him to fuck me senseless, it drives me wild when he lets loose.

But he’s giving me only the head—even though I’m trying very hard to get more dick. It’s excruciatingly pleasurable and agonizingly painful. Sex has never been like this. I’ve never felt this desperate before.

I reach out to scratch his chest and his soft abdomen, but he still keeps using only the tip. In and out. In and out. Staring at our connection with unwavering concentration.

I decide to focus on the feeling of having my hole repeatedly pierced. A shiver runs down my spine every time he pushes the round tip through my puckered ring, loosening it up more and more.

The deliciously insane sensation only intensifies, and intensifies when I involve my other senses. The smell of his sweat and skin hitting my nose. His rumbly grunts and my uncontrollable moans flooding the room. I spot some blood on his chest from my scratching, and instead of feeling ashamed, the sudden urge to suck on my fingers to taste it overwhelms me. So much that I cannot resist.

“Shit!” His nostrils flare as he witnesses how deep my obsession with him is growing. Because I need to be honest with myself, I am obsessed with this man. And I need him to rail my ass. Now!

“I don’t think you fucked me hard enough yesterday.” I dig my nails into his ass drawing a hiss from him.

“Oh, really?” he drawls. My dick jerks helplessly on my belly, looking red, and shiny with pre-cum.

“Maybe I should go back to Sly Fox and look for Art,” I taunt him. Risky. Very risky, judging by the murderous glare he’s sending me now.

A loud ripping sound fills the air, followed by a second one and a burning sensation on my sides. I gape down at the torn material. “Did you just rip my thong off?”

Grizzly snarls. Yes, snarls and grabs my throat, holding me down as he pushes my legs on either side of his hips. Then he slams his dick all the way inside me, forcing all the air out of my lungs.

“Fffuuuccckkkk!”

His size is no joke. I make a godawful noise.

“Feel how loose you are for me. How drenched your pussy is. For. Me. I slipped right in.” His filthy words pour more gasoline on my fire.

Hunter is inside me. All the way inside me. Every inch of his cock snug inside me. I clench my walls around him and sigh blissfully.

He looks so powerful above me. So in control. In control of me.

So much of my life has me in control of other people. I’m the hacker, the one behind the scenes. But in reality, I take care of everything and everyone. The worry is constant. It’s a tough job, a twenty-four seven one, but I’m willing to do it to keep my family safe.

Right now though, I don’t have to. I can just let the fuck go and let Hunter guide me. And holy shit, it’s liberating.

He suddenly grinds his thick cock into my ass. Fuck, he’s going to split me in two.

“Remember, you asked for this,” he says darkly. He’s looking down at me with bottomless hunger. His hand slides under me and squeezes my ass cheek painfully hard, making me cry out.

Then he lets loose. He ruts into me like an animal unleashed. I’m helpless beneath him, my nails digging into his pecs as I can only scream and take it.

He’s merciless as he slams into me repeatedly, holding me in place with one hand around my neck. Pain and pleasure battle inside me. And fuck, how I love all of it.

“So damn tight. Best cunt I ever had,” he growls.

The sound of his cock being repeatedly sucked in by my hole is accompanied by the desperate noises I’m making.

“Louder, Red. Let me know how much you like to be used like a fuck toy.” Hunter is pounding me into the mattress. At this rate, we’ll make a hole in it, but I don’t care.

He leans down, his hot body covering mine, crushing me. My arms go around his neck, pulling him more into me, while both his hands are now on my ass, opening it painfully wide as he keeps hammering those hips. His round belly strokes my dick perfectly with every hard thrust. His big balls slapping against me make me shiver with the thought of all the cum they will let out.

Our lips fuse together in a long, bruising kiss. His tongue ruthlessly slashes inside my mouth over and over. His intoxicating taste quickly goes to my head.

“Hard enough?” he asks a minute later. His lips brushing mine, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, stubble scratching my chin.

I attempt a smirk and roll my hips as much as I can in this position. “I want more Black cock. Hurt me. Break me.”

The sound escaping Hunter’s chest is savage. He pulls himself back onto his knees, yanks me onto my side, and then roughly stuffs me full again. His hand pushes my face into the pillow as he drives his dick right against my prostate, making all my nerves sing. His other hand spanks my ass one, two, three, four times.

“I’ll fucking wreck you!” Five, six, seven, eight, nine.

He fills me so good. “I want your cock to live inside of me,” I gasp out with a lot of effort.

He snarls again and presses his palm harder against my cheek. “It can be arranged, Red.” Fuck, yes!

“Tell me how good my pussy feels,” I mindlessly beg. I need to hear that raw desire in his voice. I crave it. Don”t care how submissive and pathetic I sound.

He fists my hair and drops his weight on his arm, falling over me as his hips keep pumping. His mouth is close to my ear when he whispers hotly, “This tight.” He gives me a hard thrust. “Hot as fuck.” Harder thrust, making me cry out. “Slutty and greedy.” Thrust. Thrust. “Sucking-me-so-good, wet cunt is my current heaven and hell,” he pants.

My eyes roll back inside my head as he impales me relentlessly. My hand is in a tight grip on his arm while I’m jerking off with the other with rough, fast strokes.

I come suddenly with a shout. The climax strikes just before something akin to pain slides through my gut, and rapture explodes. I see actual stars.

Hunter groans, “Fucking milking me dry,” and pumps his release into the condom. He keeps rocking into me slower and slower, drawing out my orgasm.

He is so handsome, with his face lost in pleasure and a light sheen on his forehead and arms. He circles his hips. Grinds and thrusts. I moan like the slut I am and clench hard around him. His uncontrollable grunts make me happy. Love to steal them from his lips.

My heart is still racing, and my whole body feels hot.

“I don’t want a condom between us next time,” I tell him. His glassy eyes jump to mine. He doesn’t say anything. He’s just studying me with his deep stare. “I’m clean. Are you?” I ask. I’ve never fucked without protection and test regularly.

He nods.

“Take off that condom and stuff me with your cock again. I want to feel you getting soft inside me.” Maybe this is after-O rambling. Or maybe these new mushy feelings inside me mean something. Right now, the idea of seeing where they take me doesn’t sound so bad.

His gaze quickly darkens, and he pulls out of me a little too fast. I whimper. My sore hole clenches around nothing, feeling so damn empty. I hear the sound of latex snapping, and then Hunter slides on his side in front of me. He positions my hands on his pecs and my leg high on his hip before slowly entering me again.

“Fucking hell!” he growls, pushing deeper inside me. And fucking hell is right.

The difference of having his cock bare inside me is so damn marvelous that a little cum spurts out of my dick and onto his stomach. I spread it on his skin, loving the thought of scenting him.

I sigh contently again as he keeps thrusting leisurely in and out of me, his lips on my forehead, fingers brushing my lower back and ass. As we slowly calm down, it feels like our bodies have melted together.

It’s official, I’m a muscular bottom, who adores having his man pussy used by his grizzly.

And the mushy feelings grow deeper.