14 - Lane #3
“I’ll buy you a new pair of both,” he said harshly, cupping my face. “I’ll buy you a hundred, a thousand pairs if you want. Just let me touch you. Let me make you feel good.”
How could I ever decline that offer?
I was now fully exposed but instead of just immediately going for it, like I thought he would, Bear paused.
He reached out to my ponytail and gently started pulling at the band that kept it in place.
When my hair was loose, he drove his fingers into my hair and softly caressed my scalp, his lips kissing my jaw.
The tension I didn’t realize I was still holding in from the day, immediately melted behind his ministrations. His strong fingers provided just enough pressure to release the dull remnants of the headache I’d been ignoring until now, and the gesture made my throat ache.
His fingers massaged further down, working out the tension in my neck and shoulders, then palming my breasts and with every stroke and squeeze of his hands on my body, I could feel myself falling apart.
This was deeper than just foreplay. He was inviting me to let go, asking me to relax.
I pressed my forehead to his, then took one of his hands and guided it between my thighs. We both gasped as his fingers entered me. I threw my head back and Bear started leaving open-mouthed kisses on my chest again, focusing on the places that had me tugging on his curls.
I gasped his name over and over again, and with every repetition, Bear’s fingers grew more and more confident.
I started rolling my hips, riding his fingers and tugging on his hair even harder.
The windows were fogged up by now, but anyone could’ve walked right past and peered in and seen this and I wouldn’t have given a single damn.
Not when he was curling his fingers perfectly and running his tongue over my nipples and looking up at me through those dark eyelashes with that look and—
I cried out, gripping his shoulders so hard that I was sure I drew blood. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him against me as my body spasmed around him. He held me through it, curling his fingers into my g-spot even through the aftershocks.
I was practically sobbing, all pretense of my own control now evaporated in the heat of this truck.
I felt Bear grind his hips up against my dripping core and I groaned out loud. “Are you gonna…”
“Yes, baby,” he groaned. “I need to be inside you.”
I kissed him again, sloppy and desperate and so out of it that I felt drunk. “Then take me.”
I needed him to guide me through the whole process because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do anything on my own until I recovered. And that wouldn’t be for a while if the look on his face was anything to go by.
But he was patient, his hands trembling on my thighs as he helped me lower myself onto his cock. When he slipped inside, he grabbed the back of my head and claimed my lips with another kiss that swallowed both of our moans as I sank down fully.
I took a second to adjust to the stretch, the pleasure of my first orgasm combining with the slight pain of his sheer size to form a brain-numbing cocktail of pleasure.
My hands scraped against the window, grabbed at the headrest, then at his shoulders, just trying to find purchase somewhere as he started to thrust up.
The pain started to blur into full pleasure and my mouth fell open. Bear’s hands were on my breasts, then slid to my hips. I let my head fall against his neck, letting out pathetic whines in his ear that deepened each thrust.
I felt that beautiful, perfect white wall of nothingness approach again and finally, finally it consumed me. I came for the second time, on Bear’s cock and my orgasm triggered his. He held me tight, his hands dragging down my back as we both tried to catch our breath.
My whole body felt like a livewire of pleasure, and my thoughts were pleasantly quiet as I rode the high with him. We stayed like that for as long as it took me to stop trembling.
When I pulled back, Bear’s dark eyes were filled with awe and slaked satisfaction.
But there was also fear there, the recognition that what we did had just irrevocably crossed a boundary.
He opened his mouth to say something and I knew for a fact it was going to be something sensible so instead I just kissed him.
He gave up immediately, his hands stroking my sides. I ruffled his hair, then gingerly climbed off his seat and almost tumbled back over into the passenger’s side. We collected ourselves in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It was peaceful, content in a strange way.
But of course, my luck would never sustain that.
Once I was fully dressed, I heard a text notification come through my phone.
“Everything okay?” Bear asked, his brow furrowing.
“Yeah,” I said, opening up the message. “It’s just from Nance. Probably some work stuff.”
But when I read the message, I could feel the physical change in my whole countenance and so could Bear.
“Lane?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s…it’s my mother,” I said, shock flatlining my voice. “Nancy just gave me a heads up. She’s legally contesting my uncle’s will.”