14 - Lane #2
His mouth on my skin and on my nipples. His warm, calloused palms dragging down my skin and leaving goosebumps where they trailed. I was dissolving in the feeling, drowning in his focus.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered and I bit my lip, determined not to let out any more embarrassing sounds.
But Bear was relentless. He read my body with the same concentrated intensity he utilized to read blueprints, and seemed determined to execute this goal the same way he did his renovation timeline.
I ran a hand through his dark curls, closing my eyes as he moved from one nipple to the other. I pulled him closer to me and he groaned low and deep into my chest. I was sure he could hear my heart beating out of control. It certainly felt like it.
But I wanted more, still.
I tugged at his clothes, my silent demand immediately kicking him into gear as he shrugged off his jacket. It seemed like he was just as good at following orders as he was giving them. I stopped to really look at him once I got his undershirt off.
The man was beautiful.
I remembered during the card game, after probably too many drinks, that he mentioned working as a military engineer for some time and it showed.
I’d already picked up on the tell-tale iron-clad discipline that he used to run his site.
And then there was his walk, too; naturally squared, upright spine and purposeful.
But his body was where it showed the most. He was corded with muscle everywhere, thick-shouldered and broad-chested with a light dusting of dark hair that travelled lower, past his abs and beyond his belt.
My mouth salivated. “You look so good right now.”
Adorably, Bear actually blushed. He reached out for me. “Come here.”
The kiss this time had slowed a bit, surprising considering the fact that we were significantly less clothed than before. But now we took the time to savor each other, our hands going back to exploring the canvas of bare skin we made available.
My hands fumbled with his belt, desperate to get my mouth on him, to please him and hear him lose control. I wanted that facade to break, the same way I’d wanted Dax’s walls to come down.
He helped me shuck his pants off and his erection sprung free. My eyes popped wide at the sight of his dick. He wasn’t abnormally huge but the girth…I swallowed hard before kissing him deeply, then dropped another kiss on his chest.
“I want to taste you,” I mumbled, sliding my hand down his stomach. He sucked a breath in, tangling a hand in my hair. “I need it.”
He nodded, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as I continued to trail my mouth down and down until I fit my mouth around his cock. Bear’s loud groan took me aback, then instantly turned me on even more. So he was vocal, way more vocal than Dax had been.
I let my mouth do its thing, dripping enough saliva down his shaft so I could work a hand over him in tandem with the blowjob.
I could barely fit my fingers around him.
Bear was a mess, low moans and grunts of pleasure puncturing the air every time I hit a really good spot and I could feel myself getting even wetter.
To think that a man like him, someone usually so constrained was capable of being reduced to this under my hands and tongue?
This power trip had to be studied. It only made me want to work harder for more of those sounds.
I arched my back up, not so much as a suggestion as it was a way to get better access within the awkward logistics of the truck’s cabin.
But my ass poking in the air seemed to give Bear other ideas.
I was so focused on pleasuring him that I didn’t realize his hand had started moving in that direction until I felt my skirt being hiked up. He paused to squeeze my ass before slipping his hand down my sheer tights and panties, seeking out the warmth of my now dripping pussy.
I heard someone walk nearby, their steps closer than any of the others we’d been hearing in the background and a combination of anxiety and arousal spiked my pulse.
“You like the idea of getting caught?” Bear panted, perceptive as ever even when he was in the middle of getting blown. Instead of waiting for an answer, he went searching for one himself.
My body buckled as his fingers teased me from behind, just barely dipping inside before retreating back again. I moaned around him and the vibrations caused his hips to buck under my mouth.
When he laughed darkly, I understood that we’d discovered a little game together. Every time he’d tease me, I’d respond by intentionally moaning around his cock, and then we’d both pull off. It was a torturously delicious back-and-forth, but he was the one to stop it.
He pulled his hand back and slipped it into his mouth.
“You taste so perfect,” he said, reaching out for me and I shrieked in surprise as he put his hands around my hips and literally hoisted me from my bent position, lifting me high enough for me to ensure my legs could clear the console.
He dropped me in his lap, instantly bringing me in for a kiss I could taste myself in. When he broke it, he brushed his nose against mine.
“I know going down on you could make me come just from that,” he whispered.
“I want you inside me,” I said, running my hands down his chest. Bear growled, kissing me again. “Please,” I murmured against his mouth, my tongue snaking out across his bottom lip. “Please.”
“Let’s get these off you,” he said, tugging at my tights and it was an awkward thing to try and wiggle out of them while on someone else’s lap.
It was so awkward, in fact, that he gave up trying to help me at some point and just ripped straight through both my tights and panties with his bare hands.
“Bear!” I exclaimed. “Those were expens—”
He pressed his mouth to mine again, effectively cutting off my words.