ROMANCE: Bear Naked Passion (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 2) (53 page)

“Fuck, Allison,” he moaned. “You keep on going like this and I swear there will be nothing left for you.” She began rolling her tongue on the head of his cock and he pulled himself out of her mouth. He settled in between her legs and she suddenly tensed up.

“It’s been a while…for me,” Allison whispered. “It’s been a really long while and you are so…” she exhaled as a single tear tolled down her cheek.

“I would never dream of hurting you like that,” he said as he reached down to feel her warm, wet pussy making her whimper silently. He reached for a condom from his bag and bit off the covering before he got the latex out and quickly rolled it onto his manhood. He went ahead to free her ankles so that she could spread herself wider for him before he began working his cock into her gently. He loved how tight she felt around his cock. It was like she was literally embracing him from inside.

“Oh…okay,” she moaned as he pushed in further inside her. She could feel him ripping through every tight muscle as he stretched her pussy out. She moaned as he kissed her neck and fondled her breasts, it was like he couldn’t get enough of her in that one sitting. He was ravaging her with everything he had: his cock, his mouth, his hands and without even knowing it, she was taking every inch of his twelve-inch girth.

“Oh fuck…slow down…please…” she begged as he moved in and out of her hard and fast. “I’m going to cum!” she cried out but he was not slowing down. If anything, her pleas only made him go faster and her walls gave way making her get the wildest orgasm she had ever had. The wild pressure inside her forced his cock out of her as she squirted her cum all over his thigh and the bedding. He quickly undid her cuffs and took her hands in his before pulling her up to a sitting position.

“Turn around. Get on all fours,” he commanded and she did as he asked as he got behind her. She held on to the headboard as he entered her from behind. A loud moan escaped her lips as she felt him get deeper than ever. He slammed into her over and over as he spanked her ass hard. Even though she was trying to keep her moans low, the way he was moving made it almost impossible for her to keep herself in check. Soon, the only sounds in the room were of his pelvis slamming against her ass and every so often his hand coming down on her ass cheek, hard. She suddenly felt him reaching for one of her breasts roughly as he exploded in her. Her moans had now turned into screams as he fucked her through his wild climax. She collapsed on the bed when his cock slipped out of her still wet pussy.

“That was…” she started as she panted for breath. “Amazing.”

“Yes, what you do to me is…indescribable,” he whispered as he gently laid next to her cradling her in his arms. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“There is no reason you would have to lose me,” she said, shivering in his arms.

“So, I can assume that it is safe to introduce you to the rest of my toys?” he asked and she shrugged.

“There are more?” she asked in a surprised tone and he smiled.

“I did bring my bag,” he said and she turned to look at him.

“Let’s just go slow with all this. Baby steps,” she said and he kissed her softly.

“Baby steps,” he said when he pulled away.

THE END

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Brute Pleasures

Brute Pleasures

Chapter 1

              “Get him!”

“Yeah!”

“Hold him down!”

Alex Andrews tried to block out the screams and shouts echoing all around her. It was always loud in underground rings like this, and it was something that she’d grown to expect, but tonight she was just trying to focus on Gloria.

“What do you think?” she yelled over the crowd, putting a hand on her friend’s shoulder to keep her close as the mass of people moved around them.

“I love it!” Gloria screamed, throwing her hands up as one man got an especially good punch in. “Oh my god, this is the coolest! Thank you so much for bringing me!”

“No problem,” Alex said, patting her shoulder before withdrawing her hand.

Honestly, she had no problem leading Gloria down there. The girl had long expressed an interest in underground fighting, and she had never asked Alex to shut up whenever she talked about it. No, it was simply the friends that Gloria had brought along that Alex had an issue with.

“Is it almost over?” she heard Jessica call to Andrea. The two were wearing black cocktail dresses and diamond jewelry, overdressed and undereducated about the kind of place Gloria had demanded they visit for her birthday. Alex almost felt embarrassed to be standing next to them, but she knew that if she left them alone then they’d probably end up robbed, or worse.

“Pin him!
Pin him
!” a man hollered.

One of the fighters, a man who was well versed in martial arts along with the essentials of boxing, hit his opponent square in the jaw and sent him crashing to the floor. People screamed their encouragement, the warehouse filling with voices as the man on the floor scrambled to get back up. His opponent was faster though, and he quickly dropped on top of him, grabbing one of the man’s legs as he put an elbow into his back.

It wasn’t long before the man on the ground surrendered, and the victor stood up to his well-earned cheer and applause.

“Ladies and gents!” the announcer, a man in a denim vest and black boots, said through a microphone. “Hector Herakles!”

“Wow, he shut that shit down quick!” Gloria giggled, clapping alongside Alex.

“He a regular winner,” Alex agreed, watching the man help his beaten opponent up. As they clapped their hands and the other man limped away, the announcer grabbed Hector’s hand and held it up.

“Stick around, folks, because Herakles isn’t done!” As the announcer rambled on and on, Alex couldn’t help but notice that Hector looked bored under the spotlight. His blue eyes were passive, like he was looking out at an empty room rather than a warehouse full of eager fans. She jumped when those eyes landed on her for a moment, but then they moved on, continuing their bored sweep of the room.

“C’mon,” Gloria said, suddenly tugging on her arm. “Let’s go grab a snack.”

Alex just snorted. “Good luck,” she said. “Everything in here is going to be overpriced as hell.”

“Gloria,” Jessica whined. “Let’s just leave. We’ve seen six fights already.”

“There’s not much else that’ll happen tonight,” Alex shrugged. “You won’t miss anything if you go.”

“What’s all this ‘you’ business?” Gloria asked, hands on her hips. “You’re my best friend, and if I’m leaving then you’re coming with me.”

Alex sighed, glancing back behind her at Hector. He was sitting down now, his black hair covered with a white towel as he downed a bottle of water. “Okay,” she said, motioning toward the exit. “We’ll miss most of the crowd if we go through here.”

The warehouse was on the outskirts of town near the docks, though the location of the fights changed on a weekly basis. They weren’t exactly legal per se, as none of it was traced or taxed, so they preferred to keep the cops out of it.

Jessica pulled out her keys and clicked for her car, pointing when a red four-door lit up near the back. Andrea slid into the passenger seat without a word, so Alex took the back with Gloria.

“So, birthday girl,” Jessica sighed, adjusting her rearview. “Where to next?”

“How about Lulu’s?” Andrea asked. “They have half-priced mimosas!”

“Let’s go,” Gloria giggled, giving her consent. Jessica whooped as she put the car in drive and backed up, cranking the wheel hard.

Alex stayed quiet, but inside she was groaning. She’d been made to tag along to Lulu’s before, and it was never a fun experience. The place was just an overpriced bar meant for women who liked pink and sparkles, a spot that looked down on her usual wardrobe of jeans and tanks.

“You think they’ll let me in like this?” Alex asked, tugging on her faded t-shirt.

“You’re with us,” Jessica waved her off. “You’ll be fine.”

Alex sighed and slumped back in her seat. She was definitely adding that to her list of things that she did not want to hear.

The drive back into town took a little less than twenty minutes, but finding a parking spot in the middle of downtown on a Friday night was the real nightmare. After ghosting around the same five blocks for thirty minutes, a car pulled away just as they turned onto its street, and Jessica floored the gas pedal to speed up into the spot. She snagged it in record time, already unbuckling her seat before she’d even put it in park.

“Nice!” Andrea high-fived her, linking arms with Jessica as they stepped onto the sidewalk and clip-clopped in their high heels.

Alex followed behind them, keeping an easy pace with Gloria in her ballet flats. As they turned onto Bay Street the lights blinded Alex for a moment, and she had to glare at the pavement to keep going. They passed the various shops—McCormick’s Irish Bar, Jenn’s and Friends Chocolate Bar, and Social Club—until finally, they were at Lulu’s.

Sure enough, as soon as the bouncer saw Jessica and Andrea he ushered their group over, removing the cheap red bit of fabric that was blocking everyone else’s entry as he let them cut the line and walk inside. He shot Alex an odd look when he noticed her among the dresses and jewels, but said nothing as Gloria giggled all over her. She’d seen his face, too.

“Told you,” Jessica said as soon as they were inside.

“You’re welcome,” Andrea added, giving Alex the once-over.

“Let’s find a booth,” Gloria said quickly, stepping between them as Alex balled her hands into fists. “Oh, look—there’s one in the corner.”

The booths were like everything else in the bar: pink and overstuffed. As she slid into it with Gloria, Alex scowled at the sea of glitter her sneakers were kicking beneath the table. She was going to end up tracking some home, she just knew it.

“We’ll take three molten mimosas,” Jessica ordered.

“I’ll get a root beer,” Alex waved a hand. The waiter, a cute little girl in white suspenders and a silver tube top, bowed slightly as she retreated to deliver their order.

“A root beer?” Gloria repeated. “Alex, it’s my birthday and you aren’t driving. Let loose a little.”

As the girl swiftly returned with their drinks and put the mimosas in front of Jessica, Andrea, and Gloria, Alex rolled her eyes. “Someone’s got to stay sober,” she muttered. Gloria rolled her eyes back and huffed, picking up her drink and toasting her friends.

“To good times and good laughs,” she said, knocking it back.

“So?” Jessica said, stirring her drink. “How does it feel to be twenty-seven?”

“Ugh,” Gloria laughed. “Way to just call me out on it.”

“Oh, come on. We’re all twenty-seven. Well, except Alex.”

Alex couldn’t even pretend to be offended, and she simply sipped on her soda as they talked about her like she wasn’t even there. She was the youngest, it was true. At twenty-five, she was the baby.

“Tell me, Alex, do they still card you?” Andrea asked with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“Oh yeah,” Alex said, a sarcastic sneer to her tone.

“Alex,” Gloria tried to stop her, but the bitches had asked for it.

“I get carded
all
the time,” she continued. “Can’t tell you how many times they complement me afterwards on not looking like a withered old crone.”

That made them mad. As Andrea’s face turned about six shades of red, Jessica rose up in her seat, puffing her chest out like a chicken. “You’re lucky you’re even here tonight,” she hissed. “Gloria only invited you here because she didn’t want her party ruined by the thought of poor little you sitting alone in your room.”

“Jessica!” Gloria glared, her mouth a thin line. “How dare you—”

“No, you know what?” Alex said, hands raised. “Fuck you. I wanted to pretend to get along with your fake ass for one night, but you just couldn’t let that happen. So, sorry Gloria, but I’m skipping out early.” Scooting herself to the edge of the booth, she dug through her purse and pulled out her wallet, grabbing cash to leave for her bill.

“Alex, please don’t go,” Gloria said, grabbing her arm.

“Don’t worry, Gloria,” Alex said hotly, throwing down a five. “We’ll meet up later, once these bitches have gone to bed.”

“Well, I never!” Jessica screeched while Andrea huffed in protest.

“Night, ladies,” Alex rolled her eyes, hopping to her feet among the glitter and the sleaze. “Hope you like your lives pathetic and alone.”

As she walked out, she couldn’t hear their comebacks over the terrible pop music pumping through the speakers.