Chapter 50
Pen
We reach the first floor. Bear takes me onto the dance floor. Neither of us is much of a dancer, but he brings me to his arms. He leads us into a gentle sway but gazes around the space.
I lick my lips. We're close enough that I can feel how hard he is already.
"There has to be some private place around here," he says.
He's tall enough he can see above most people's heads much better than I can. He turns with me in his arms and stares toward the back.
"There," he says. "Let's be casual."
My heart beats fast. He leads me by the hand. We find a hallway I've never been to, marked with three washroom doors. We walk past them to the back, crossing a door that reads Employees Only.
"What do we do if someone catches us?" I ask.
He tries a couple doors in a dimly lit hall. "I give them a big tip for their silence, of course."
The third one is unlocked. It's mostly dark inside, with a very subtle source of light I don't see.
The small space looks like a storage room of some sort, holding mostly cleaning supplies, but I don't get to inspect it much.
Bear closes the door, locks it, and presses me against heavy duty wire furniture.
He kisses me passionately. I melt against metal shelves, warmed up by the way his hands roam all over.
"I'm more nervous than I thought I'd be," I confess.
Part of this fantasy had to do with figuring out if I could do it at all. Could I relax enough with someone to do something like this?
He stops. "Do you still want to do this? We don't have to."
"Oh yeah, we're doing it." I bring him back to me. "Maybe only once. But at least once."
Because it's with him. If I'm going to relax enough with someone, it's going to be him. The man I have feelings for. My best friend.
Yeah, the butterflies are still here. They keep getting worse and worse.
He pulls back and studies me closely. Whatever he sees, it helps.
The look on his face goes from focused to something ancient.
The kind of thing evolution was sure to protect through millenia.
His tongue peeks at me. His pupils dilate.
His eyebrow twitches. My lungs work like I've raced a mile, and my heart hammers against my breastbone, demanding I get him to do everything I thought would remain between me, an elaborate fantasy in my mind, and my own fingers before.
He takes my hand like he's going to pull me to him, but he doesn't. He's just admiring me in the dim light of this service room.
"You are sexy as hell, Pen." He falls to his knees. "And you said you wanted to be eaten out in a secluded corner of a public place."
"Holy shit."
He comes closer and caresses my thighs. "I have to be the one doing this with you."
"In a place we should not be doing it."
"Tonight I don't care." He lifts my skirt and kisses me through my underwear.
I hold on to the metal rods of the shelving unit behind me. He pulls my underwear aside, like that first time in the shower. I get ahead of him and put my leg on his shoulder.
"Do you want me to prolong this?" He sucks on me. "Should I take my time? We both know I can make you come within a few minutes."
"Fast. Get me off fast."
He's learned me well. He gets me riding his tongue within seconds.
I'm buckling against metal furniture like it's the mattress on our bed.
If words slip through my mouth, I let them.
If I whimper, it's how it needs to be. This is everything I wanted.
I couldn't care less about the noise we're making, because he's making me feel wanted.
I couldn't care less about where we are, because I'm with him.
Maybe that's why everything feels so different with Bear. I trust him like I've trusted no one else. Even here in a random storage space. Maybe safety is what makes the difference. I've always felt safe with him.
Even if we were caught tonight by a random staff member, I would be okay, because it's with him.
Fuck. I'm falling for him.
"I need you. Leon. Can you fuck me here?"
He gets up and undoes his pants.
"Hold on to what you can," he says.
He's been saying that to me a lot since we started this, and now I've created some sort of Pavlovian response to it. I hold on to the doorjamb, locking my arm. The other hangs as much as I can from the metal rod next to me. Bear grabs me by the thighs, wedges my ass on a shelf, and opens my legs.
He enters me in a swift roll of his hips and I gasp.
"That's right, Pen. Take me. Take all of me."
He pumps into me. I'm sensitized from his mouth, tongue, fingers, and the thrill of being in this place.
"I love the way you move in me," I whisper into his ear.
"Fuck, Pen." He thrusts harder. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."
"Tell me."
"You're changing me."
I moan.
He covers my mouth with one hand and talks to my ear. "I changed the moment we met. Twenty years on, and I'm still discovering what that means."
He doesn't slow down. I'm trembling already, at the edge of my climax.
"Every time you speak, I change," he says. "Your existence itself affects who I am. Who I've become. Who I want to be."
I'm getting closer.
"Even now," he growls. "Feeling your pussy tremble around me. The way your body goes soft and taut under my hands. The way you fit me. My cock and my heart in equal measure."
I'm starting to clench around him.
"Fuck, Pen. Come. Right here."
I do. I pull away from his hand on my face and he lets me go. My mouth opens in a silent scream. I bite one of his fingers in the height of my orgasm.
"Shit. Fuck," he says. "I can't come. There's nothing to clean—"
Metal and boxes rattle behind me. I can barely open my eyes. My strength is gone and, if I'm still fixed against the shelves, it's because of Bear's strength.
He slows down, like he's trying to prevent his own climax but is fighting with himself, because I'm still coming.
"Let go," I manage. "Come. Use me. Take me. I'll be happy to have your cum dripping into my panties on the way home."
"Holy— fuck— fuck—"
He groans. Pride runs through me that I can make him lose it this way. That my best friend, the person I trust most, can break for me. And still, he holds me.
He will never let go.
I smile— until someone walks by at the other side of the door. I can't hear the steps, but I can hear them speak, and drop something heavy nearby.
This time, when I gasp, it's in a totally different way.
"Oh no." I push him back and pull my panties, and my skirt back in place. "Put yourself together. So much for the fun."
"Damn," he mutters, doing as told. "I can't speak for you, Pen, but I've never had to test my body quite like this."
"You're a pro-athlete."
"I know what I'm saying. You're not the only one doing things they've never done before. Including worrying that we've been caught."
I run my fingers through my hair, just in case it's a mess.
"You're lovely." He smiles and finishes buttoning himself up.
Ready now, he unlocks the door.
"Well, thank you." I put a hand on his arm. "But how are we going to get out of here without being seen?"
"Crossing our fingers and praying to some deity, I think."
"Okay. Maybe we won't try this one fantasy again."
"Might be a good idea. Come on." He opens the door and peeks through. "Let's get in the car before you give me the verdict."
"The verdict?" I whisper as he opens the door wide.
No one is in the hall, and we run towards the door.
"Your score," he says at the same volume. "Right now we have bigger issues at hand."
As soon as we open our last obstacle, we come face to face with a staff person I don't recognize.
"So sorry," I say.
"We got lost," Bear echoes.
The staff person stares at us with panicked eyes.
We don't say anything else, but Bear grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dancing group of people.
We laugh as he texts for our car. We laugh as we get in.
"Seven out of ten," I say. "That was what I dreamed of, but wouldn't do it again."
"Ouch. Lowest score yet."
"Don't get me wrong. It was brilliant while it lasted. But right after? No thanks."
"We can have more fun at home, can't we? Or in the cabin, once it's ours."
"Please, like they'd sell it to us, after the bed debacle."
"Maybe they'll sell it to us because of the bed problem."
"We didn't wreck the shower after all," I say, and we laugh again.
The whole time, we hold hands.
The next morning when we say goodbye, Bear makes more promises.
"You'll come home on Sunday." He caresses my hair, like he so often does. "I'll go with you all to the hospital on Monday. We'll do that together, okay? You know I'll be there."
I nod. Kiss him. Yes, I know he'll be there. That's the best part of being married to my best friend. After twenty years, I know what to expect.
All I have to do is find a way to be smart about it and keep it safe.