ROMANCE: Bear Naked Seduction (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 1) (59 page)

Chapter 7

When we left the bar Brie gave us an evil look but the tattooed woman gave me a look of encouragement. I didn't know where things were going to go with Ivy but I had wanted her for so long that it was burning me up inside and I knew that even if it only lasted one night it would have been worth it.

We rushed back to my apartment, hand in hand the whole way, and as I fumbled for the key I felt her hands exploring my body, reaching around my hips and waist, finding the edge of my top and infiltrating underneath. Arousal flushed through me as I felt her skin against mine, and I twisted my head so that she could kiss me as I inserted the key and twisted it.

We fell through the door.

“You have a...nice place,” she said, pushing me against the now-closed door and pressing her hips into mine. Our breaths were hot and heavy and we clawed at each other to get our clothes off.

“It just needs some work, I have only been here a few days remember,” I said, biting back against her kisses, catching her lip in between my teeth. It only seemed to spur her on. She took my hands and pinned me against the wall. Her hair was all over me as she kissed my neck and sucked on me like a vampire. I writhed under the strain of pleasure as all my fantasies were coming through. The new sensations were almost unbearable and I didn't know how I was going to cope with them. My heart was thundering out of my chest and my body was screaming in ecstasy. Goosebumps rippled over my skin as Ivy's breath and saliva dripped down me. She slithered down my body until she was on her knees. Her hands reached up to grope at my breasts, pinching my bullet nipples through my thin top, making my gasp and shudder. If she hadn't been pushing me against the door I would have fallen to me knees.

Then I felt her undo my jeans and slip them down.

“Ivy,” I began with a gasping breath, “there's something you should know I...I've never...” I said, not able to admit that I was a virgin.

“I know what it's like Selina, I know, I was the same when I left,” she said, which was a surprise, “But you're with me now, I've got you,” she added, and then my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt her delve in between my thighs and start to pleasure me with her tongue and her fingers. It was more intense than anything I had ever experienced before. First she teased my inner thigh by running her sharp nails down it, getting ever closer to my already-wet pussy. Then, she leaned in and rested her head against me leg so that I could feel her breath against me, inching ever closer. I heard her murmur with satisfaction as she breathed in my scent. Her hands fell down my body and started to stroke my lips, just as I had imagined her doing on all those lonely nights long ago, in another world.

The pleasure swept through me like wildfire and my mouth hung open. My legs trembled as she dipped a finger inside me and started curling it up and down, getting deeper and deeper inside until she had reached my sweetest spot and a silent scream came out of my mouth. Then another finger followed and an orchestra was crashing inside my head, with the big boom of a drum sounding as her tongue joined the action, sliding and swirling around me, making sweat pour out of my body. In a rare moment where my eyelids were not clamped shut I looked down to see her turquoise hair splayed out all across my thighs. My arms searched the walls for support and found the door handle, which I squeezed until  my knuckles went white as I tried to brace myself for the pleasure which surged within.

Outside I could barely see the stars but there were supernovas in my eyes as orgasmic ecstasy rushed through me. I was caught in all the anguished delights of my dreams and fantasies as Ivy reached deep inside me and pulled out all the remnants of my innocence, casting them aside because I did not need them anymore. My body jerked violently as the orgasm exploded and I gave Ivy everything I had, everything that had been hers from the very beginning. She remained in between my legs for a while after, kissing me softly and stroking my burning thighs before she rose again. I could taste myself on her lips, and it was strangely comforting. We lovingly caressed each other and stripped each other of our remaining clothes. She looked glorious naked. The tattoos curled around her body, making her skin seem alive and shifting. She turned around and beckoned me with one finger to the bed. I followed willingly, and when we were there she threw her arms around me and showered me in kisses.

“It's funny,” she said as we lay looking out of the window, “we come from the same place but we could never have had this there.”

“No,  we would have just been half-alive,” and as I felt her naked body against mine I knew that I had made the right decision in leaving home, and that I would never regret it.

I don't know where it's going to end up, but wherever she leads I will follow.

THE END

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Teach Me Love

Teach Me Love

Chapter 1

I watched her every day with such adoring glances that I wondered if anyone else knew. Sometimes it seemed so obvious that I was in love with her that I flushed with embarrassment. I heard the students whisper and imagined that they must have been whispering about her and me. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. It was like she had stepped out of one of my dreams and I still remember the day when I first stepped into her class. She teaches English Literature. I once harbored hopes of being a writer until I read more books and realized that I would never come close to the greats. And if I couldn't be the best then what was the point? A few scathing replies from publishers and agents didn't help either. It was a business in which you need a thick skin, and unfortunately I do not have that.

I did a lot of research and it seemed that a lot of writers went into teaching, so I did the next best thing to that and became a teaching assistant. The first time I ever walked into a lesson, Lucy Mills must have thought that I was an imbecile because I saw her and was stunned. I literally stopped in my tracks, paralyzed by her beauty. She was in her mid-40s, a little under twenty years older than me, but unless you looked closely at creases appearing around her eyes, you'd never know it. She was in great shape... and what a shape. Her body curved down in a sweet hourglass shape that just sent my body into a crazy haze. She had long, dark hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall, and whenever she waltzed around the room it swayed as one being, almost as though it had a mind of its own.

Lucy had an olive complexion and there was a small mole that sat just above her collarbone. That mole had always entranced me, teased me, mocked me, for it taunted me with things that lay below her top, things that I had always dreamed of seeing. Her dark eyes burned me and her lilting voice was a melody inside my heart. Ordinarily she wore conservative clothes but sometimes in the summer she would wear tight tops. I had to make an extra effort to concentrate in those classes.

Often she was stern. She was only about five-foot-five in height, but she was one of those people who projected such an aura of authority that they seemed larger than life. She was magnetic and whenever I was around her I found it incredibly difficult to take my eyes off her. So did many of her students.

I saw the way the hungry young men licked their lips at her in a wolfish manner, imagining themselves tainting her immaculate body with their slobbering kisses and clumsy fondling. It made me angry to think that they even considered themselves worthy of such a goddess. And yet Lucy handled them all with a delicate grace, smiling wryly at their ungainly attempts at flirtation, making it clear that they didn't stand a chance, and not only because she was their teacher.

I didn't worry about them so much because as far as I knew she had never expressed an interest in men. And that's something that tormented me even more. At least if she was straight then I could console myself with the fact that it was never going to happen but she was a lesbian just like me, and I was forced to gaze longingly at her, knowing that f we had met at another time in our lives things may have been different. I could have been the one sliding into bed with her at night. I could have been the one sitting opposite her at the dinner table, watching her lips press together as she ate, siding my foot up her slender calf, feeling the simmering attraction between us boil over as we give in to our lustful needs.

Some of  the girls in her classes looked at her the same way I did. All fresh-faced with their perky breasts and innocent wide eyes. In a way I pitied them because we were a part of the same club, the lonely hearts that had had the misfortune of encountering the most beautiful, the most intoxicating woman in the world.

Chapter 2

You may be wondering why none of us stand any chance with Lucy, well, that's because on her finger sits a gold band. She's been married (happily, as far as I know) for about six years now. I've met her wife a few times, a pleasant lady named Wendy, and I was struck by how plain-looking she was. I know that sounds incredibly bitchy of me, and it's probably just my own jealousy talking, but she just seemed so... undeserving of Lucy. What had she done to win Lucy's heart? II asked Lucy that once and all she had said to me was that Wendy had been there for her when she needed her.

She made falling in love sound so simple but it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It's painful and torturous. Every day I feel like my heart is going to rip open and all the sadness is going to pour out and flood the world, sending it into years of darkness. Some nights I lay in bed and look out at the stars and feel the melancholy consume me. I stretch out across the empty sheets and close my eyes, imagining so hard that Lucy is in the same bed as me that I can almost feel my skin brush hers. But then I'm reminded that it's all make-believe and the illusion is dispelled. I sigh as I look around at the shadows that surround me and my body is wounded by the agonies of loneliness.

On those nights I curled up into a ball, wishing that I would disappear from existence because the pain of not being able to have what I wanted was just too much. Lucy plagued my thoughts. My mind raced with fantasies of us running away together. I thought endlessly off what it would be like to be scorched by a kiss from her, or even just to feel her warm embrace. Sometimes in class our hands would brush and I would feel a spark of electricity. Did she feel it too? Surely she must have... and there was often playfulness in her eyes. But she was married and she was too good of a woman to transgress against the promise that she made.

I didn't blame her either, because my love for her was of my own doing, and she wasn't malicious in any way. I imagine she was the type of woman that was used to people loving her, and she merely saw it as a natural way of life. There are people who love, and there are people who are loved. The sad thing is that most love in the world is unrequited, an impossibility dreamed by people who should know better and yet are powerless to struggle against the forces tearing them apart.

I have tried to forget Lucy and push her to the back of my mind, but it seems to be a futile endeavor. Lovers came and went. I tried to kindle a flame similar to the one that burned in my heart for Lucy, but they all just fizzled out. I even entered into a torrid affair with a student that led to a very disapproving lecture from Lucy. I almost lost my job because of it but Lucy stepped in to save me. Losing my job wasn't the worst part, it was the look on Lucy's face when she realized what I had done. I don't even know what possessed me to do it in the first place. I could see the way Mandy was looking at Lucy, the way she always went up to her after class and stood next to her, pushing her breasts together and letting her blonde hair fall over her face, always asking to see Lucy in her office. I burned inside and I knew that Mandy knew it. So I seduced her first, making sure that she wouldn't get into Lucy's bed. It was stupid and immature and the sex was angry, and it probably pushed me further away from Lucy but I was a wreck.

Sadly it only proved to me how empty and hopeless my life was. I tried not to compare everyone to Lucy but it was difficult because the feelings were raw inside me, and I didn't want to enter into a relationship where I felt like I was deceiving the other woman. I always felt strongly that the person you are with should be the person you want above all others, and with Lucy on the scene it was always going to be her, such was my misfortune.

So I decided to do my job to the best of my ability and hope that one day someone would come into my life who would rival my affection for Lucy, else I knew that I would be alone forever.