Joel (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 5) (5 page)

It seemed as if Joel, however, had other plans entirely. He knelt down, pushing her legs up till her feet were planted on the counter and her dress was hiked up above her knees. She was wearing white cotton panties underneath, and he quickly pushed her legs apart and pressed his nose against her, inhaling deeply. She tried her hardest not to moan too loudly, not wanting to give away their deviancy to anyone in the next room, but it was a Herculean effort- feeling the warmth of his mouth so close to her pussy was almost painfully pleasurable. But even that wasn't as good as what came next.
 

He hooked his fingers around her panties, and hastily pushed them aside, exposing her entirely. She spread her legs even further, lewdly displaying herself for him, and he didn't need telling twice. He instantly pressed his mouth against her, his mouth immediate and passionate and everywhere. His tongue skimmed across her outer lips and his hands reached round to grope at her ass, pulling her on to his mouth. He flicked his tongue against her clit, once, twice, more times than she could count, and she let her head drop back as the feeling overwhelmed her. He pulled one hand away from her ass, and slipped two fingers straight into her. She practically convulsed at his touch, squirming beneath him as he moved his tongue mercilessly across her most sensitive spot and curled his fingers into a beckoning motion inside her, hitting her g-spot within seconds. She gripped the sides of the counter for support, her breath coming quicker than before, as she felt the orgasm finally, finally building, finally ready to provide her some relief-

And then he stopped. He didn't remove his finger from her, and his mouth was still hovering a few inches from her pussy, but he left her teetering right on the edge of an orgasm, unable to do much more than moan lightly and stare down at him with a confused expression.

"What do you want?" He asked softly, stirring his fingers gently inside of her once again, leaving her shivering above him. She couldn't do anything but mew quietly, but he was relentless.

"Tell me," he continued, and she could feel his hot breath on her pussy every time he opened his mouth.

"I want you to fuck me," she finally replied. Hearing the words coming out of her mouth, she knew they were true- knew how much she wanted him, how much she desired him in that moment. He pulled a condom from his pocket, and hastily pulled down his slacks, exposing his cock for the first time. Lisa's breath had returned by then, her body cooling off enough to speak coherently once more.

"Here, let me," Lisa grabbed the condom off him, biting the foil open and reaching down to take his sizeable erection in her hand. God, he was hard- she didn't realize how much he was enjoying bringing her right to the edge like that, and leaving her begging for his cock. She rolled the latex down on to him, and felt him shudder at her touch. It was satisfying to know that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
 

Laying back a little, and placing both her feet on his shoulders, Lisa pulled her skirts up as high as they would go and closed her eyes. She felt him nudging at her entrance, positioning himself, before he eased himself inside her. Fuck, it was almost too much-she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She reached down and skimmed her hand across her clit, opening one eye to watch him watching her. Being observed had always been a turn-on for her, and taking in his slightly furrowed brow intense stare was beyond erotic. He slammed into her, the position allowing him to get even deeper than normal. Lisa groaned, scrunching up her feet in her heels above him, and moved her fingers with more definition against her clit.
 

"You look so good like that," he growled, and she looked at him again- he had that darkness in his eyes, that intensity again. It was a good look on him.

"Not so bad yourself," she giggled in return, immediately closing her eyes and stretching out her back as she drew small circles across her pussy. She wouldn't take much longer now- she could feel the orgasm building inside her, urged on by her fingers and the thrusting of his cock, her body aching for some kind of release, a cap on the hellish and heavenly day she'd had.
 

He finished first- slamming himself inside of her so hard that she shifted back a few inches, his cock twitching and throbbing so hard she could feel it through the condom. She opened her eyes to watch him, and the look on his face as he came was enough to push her over the edge. She couldn't hold back her cry this time, her body finally letting go as her pussy tightened over and over again around his cock. She slowly allowed her legs to fall down around his waist, and propped herself up on her elbows as he leaned down to kiss her one more time, a conversely chaste kiss considering he was still inside her. He slowly withdrew, and she rearranged herself, pulling her skirt down and slipping the straps up over her arms. She looked at him as he did the same- maybe she was being ridiculous and post-coital, but something about Joel seemed to promise more than just this weekend.

He glanced up, and grinned at her.

"What?"

"Nothing," she shook her head. "We should get back, they'll be waiting for us."

"Or we could sneak back up to my room and do that all again," he suggested, cocking an eyebrow at her. Lisa scanned his face, and wondered if she was making a mistake or the best decision of her life. She felt her heart swell in her chest, and hopped down off the counter.

"Sounds good," she grinned, unable to keep the bubble of excitement from her voice, and Joel took her hand as the two of them hurried back off to his room. As weddings went, Lisa thought to herself, this one had been pretty much the strangest imaginable. But she had a feeling the best was yet to come.
 

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Ian

Grizzly Groomsmen IV

by

Becca Fanning

Iris looked over at the man sitting opposite her. Well, this wasn't exactly how she'd imagined spending this weekend.
 

When Dina had announced that her wedding would be taking place on an island, Iris had imagined sun, sea, sand, sex, sangrias, the whole nine yards. Dina had asked Iris to be her bridesmaid almost as soon as she got engaged-they'd known each other for years, childhood best friends, and even though they'd drifted apart in the intervening decade, there was no way Iris was turning her down. When it turned out she'd get a tropical trip as part of the bargain, it was just a bonus.
 

And, God, the island had looked so beautiful when she'd arrived, just as she'd imagined. Dina had shown her the brochures on the flight over, and Iris immediately pictured herself laid out on the beach in her bikini, maybe drinking some extra-strong cocktail out of a coconut or something appropriately tropical. It had been way too long since she'd travelled anywhere, and this trip had felt like a chance to start something fresh.
 

Pressing her forehead up against the glass of the bedroom window, Iris closed her eyes. Even despite everything that had happened, she couldn't help but think this was better than what had come before. At least it was
something
. While Dina had gone to college and got a good job and met an awesome guy to marry, Iris…well, Iris had not. She'd gotten pregnant almost straight out of high school, she couldn't be sure, but she was pretty certain that she had been carrying her baby daughter when she graduated. She'd been planning on taking a year out to travel before she left for college, but, as it turned out, that never came to pass. She had sworn that she wouldn't let Abby, her daughter, get in the way of her fulfilling her dreams, but life had a way of slipping away from you, especially when you were working two jobs just to support you and your daughter because her father didn't want a thing to do with you.
 

And she was proud of herself for that, for succeeding, at least this far. She knew it was a different kind of success to Dina's, but she had (so far, at least), successfully raised a daughter. And it had been hell at times, desperately trying to scrape together the money to pay rent and cover the cost of Abby's school uniform, but she didn't regret it. Abby was smart, sweet, and talented, and that was all that mattered to Iris. She loved her daughter, fiercely, and even as she thought about her now she felt a stab of sadness as she realized how far apart they were. She had a sudden urge to cradle her daughter in her arms, just like she did when Abby was a toddler and had a bad dream, but she was too big for that now, even if she had been right there with her. Iris prayed that none of the news about what was happening on the island had travelled back to her sister, who was currently taking care of Abby, the last thing she wanted was for either of them to spend the next couple of days in a full-out panic, wondering if Iris was going to come back in a body bag.

Iris shivered at the thought. All of this had been terrifying for everybody, of course it had, but every time Abby flashed through her mind, Iris felt a stab of resolution. She couldn't leave her daughter behind, not just because she wanted to take a few days out to sun herself at a tropical wedding. That wasn't how this was going to go down.
 

Still, as she reminded herself, this was something. And she knew that was a terrible way to think of it. It's just that she had done nothing but work, work, raise Abby, and work some more for the last seven, eight years, she hadn't so much as strayed past the boundaries of her hometown in longer than she cared to remember. It was typical that the first time she did, she ended up stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere attempting to fight off a group of psycho shifters, but still. This was the first thing she'd done purely for herself in years, and it felt…special. Memorable. As long as she got out of it, of course. There would be no story to tell if she didn't make it off the island alive.
 

She looked over at the man once again, he was staring grimly out the window, squinting through the rain as if trying to make out something on the distant horizon. Iris had only met him the day before, but she was glad he was here. Something about his presence loosened her tension a little, made her feel safer, even though she knew he was probably just as frightened as she was. What was his name again? Toby? Yes, that sounded about right.
 

When Iris had woken up that morning, she'd heard the rain and wind battering against the window, and she'd known that she would probably have to be stuck on the island a little longer, the airstrip was the only way off, and it would be shut down in the bad weather. A quick trip to reception confirmed her suspicions, and she immediately got on the phone to her sister.

"Iris? What's up?" Her sister's harried voice came down the line. "I saw the weather reports today, is everything-"

"Ellie, I'm going to be stuck here for at least another couple of days," Iris cut across her, her tone apologetic. She knew this would be a pain for her sister, but there was no way out of it.
 

"Seriously?" Her voice was tinged with fear. "Everything's okay, though, it's just the weather?"

"Yeah," Iris screwed up her face with confusion and glanced out the window. "Why? Did you hear something?"

"No, no," Ellie brushed off the question. "Just a feeling I got."

"Are you okay to look after Abby for an extra day or so?" Iris replied, blinking at her reflection in the glass.
 

"Of course, of course, don't worry," Ellie's voice notably relaxed. "I love having her here, it's no bother."