Chapter 27 Holly #2
When Jake left, he didn’t just shatter my heart and take all of my future plans with him.
He seemed determined to break me. It wasn’t enough that he was leaving to start an amazing future, no, that would have been a perfectly legitimate reason to end a relationship.
Jake listed reasons not to be with me that had never previously come up, but played on all of my insecurities.
My weight, how unattractive he found me, my lack of education, my lack of desire to ever leave Hinton Grove.
Every single one of these was thrown back in my face.
This has caused more damage than I realised, as I am unconsciously trying not to crush Bear under my weight.
“Anyone who has told you otherwise was clearly an idiot. A blind idiot, at that.” His hands continue to skim my curves.
My body tingles where he touches and I feel the slow burn of desire low in my abdomen.
I am suddenly reminded that I am pressed up against him, laid out on the sofa, all alone in my flat.
There is nothing to stop the two of us from exploring each other’s bodies like I know we both want to.
“You already know my love for you, Holly. Can you not feel the strength of my desire?”
Putting pressure on my hips, he presses my pelvis against his. A gasp catches in my throat as I feel his hard cock against me, with only our clothes separating us.
I know how much he wants me, especially after our first date when we almost fucked in the stairwell of my flat.
Not to mention that Clay has never made it a secret that he desires me.
With two gorgeous, sexy men wanting after me, you would’ve thought that there would be no room for doubt.
However, it is in these moments that my fears make themselves known.
I need to push past this, to embrace this feeling and begin to see myself as they see me.
“Why don’t you show me?”
I expect the words to sound cheesy, like I’m trying to mimic those flawless girls in the pornography movies. Although I feel my cheeks flush, I don’t feel the embarrassment that I assumed I might. In fact, seeing his reaction to my words reassures something within me.
His eyes light up like I just told him he’s won the lottery, and the smile he gives me in return is full of male satisfaction. “It would be my pleasure.”
His voice is practically a purr and sends a thrill pulsing through my body.
Before I even have a chance to consider what to do next, he shifts his left leg, bending at the knee and creating a gap that my lower body slips into.
My torso is still pressed against his, but this new position has me cradled by his body.
It makes me feel small, dainty, and he touches me in a way that makes me feel treasured.
I want him to feel the same when I touch him, not to mention that I need to feel his bare skin against my fingers.
I reach for his shirt, and slowly start working on buttons, revealing his muscular chest an inch at a time.
In reality, all I want to do is rip open the shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere and revelling in his glory.
However, I’m not in a movie, and knowing my luck it wouldn’t be strong enough to break the threads.
Biting down on my lip, I force myself to slowly and methodically remove his shirt.
He seems to be enjoying the process, his breath hitching every time my fingers ‘accidentally’ brush against him.
Finally, his chest is unobstructed by the fabric and I can run my fingers over the ridges of his muscles.
I’m never going to get over the feeling of his abs beneath my fingers; the smooth, warm skin that shifts under my touch.
Bear makes a low noise in the back of his throat and I look up in response, catching his reaction a second before he moves towards me.
His expression is intense, and everything about him screams predator about to pounce on his dinner.
If that’s what it is about to happen, then I will willingly be his prey.
Pulling me down the rest of the way, our lips meet in a clash of tongues and teeth as we desperately seek out the taste of each other.
I groan into his mouth, hooked on the taste of him, his touch, the way he smells.
I want it all. As our lips move against each other, my hands move of their own volition.
I want to scratch down his chest with my nails, to sink my teeth into his biceps and the muscle that joins his shoulder to his neck.
The desire to mark him as mine is so strong that it almost brings me out of the moment.
He awakens something primal in me, a side of me that I buried long ago.
I never felt this way with Jake. Our sexual encounters were predictable, vanilla and rarely ended in pleasure for me.
Jake filled my head with nonsense about how most women don’t reach climax during sex.
Of course, I now know that this is bullshit, things he would tell me to make himself feel better and to keep me from wanting more than he could give me.
Even in this short encounter with Bear, I have felt more arousal and love than I ever did with my ex.
Bear’s fingers thread into the hair at the back of my head, gently controlling our kisses with light pressure. It sends a thrill through me, letting him take the lead and allowing me to simply enjoy this, yet I have no doubt in my mind that he would stop if I wanted him to.
The waistband of my skirt gives way, and before I have even fully registered this in my mind, I feel his hand skating down the curve of my hips, over my ample ass, and skimming around to the apex of my thighs.
His mouth pulls away from mine and he lifts his head to peek over my shoulder to where his hands are resting on my underwear.
“Hmm,” he murmurs in my ear, his breath tickling against my ear as his fingers trace over the lace covering my most intimate areas. “I like these, very much.” Closer and closer, he moves towards my entrance, my skin tingling with anticipation. “It’s a shame they’re getting away.”
When I chose to put on my matching lacy rose underwear today instead of my usual comfortable ones, was I hoping that it might get seen?
Guilty. I certainly didn’t plan on this happening, though, the underwear was purely to make me feel sexy and confident.
Now, though, I’m glad that I made this choice.
I need to move if I’m going to remove the offending item, but as I do he puts his hands over mine, stopping me in my tracks.
“Never mind, keep them on. I’ll find a way around them.” The grin he gives me is feral and makes my breath catch in my throat.
I’m so desperate for him, and I know that he’s stretching this out on purpose, edging me, making me want more.
It’s working. At this point, I would probably do anything that he asked for.
Nodding jerkily, I put my hands back on his shoulders and lean down to kiss his neck.
I need something to do, something to focus on while his fingers trace over the shape of my mound through the lace, putting pressure in all the right places.
Something about it turns me on even more, but I can’t place my finger on why.
The lace of the underwear adds an additional texture, awakening my clit as he moves around it in slow circles.
I kiss against his neck, sucking at the pulse point and biting down on the skin.
Not enough to draw blood, but an expression of my carnal passion for him, and how much I need him.
It feels like a lifetime, but his fingers finally slip underneath the lace, coming into contact with my wet heat.
If I believed in a god, I would be singing their praises, his touch like an answered prayer.
Skimming the edges of my cunt, an exploring finger slips in.
Not for long, teasing me with what’s to come.
“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever known.”
His words are whispered, but that doesn’t take away from the intensity of his voice. As if to punctuate his words, he slides that finger back inside me, not just the tip, but the whole thing. My pussy clenches, as though trying to keep it there, needing more.
“It’s more than what’s on the outside, though.
” He pulls back his finger, and before I can fully feel its loss, he adds a second one as he speaks.
“Your beauty shines from within.” With each sentence, his hand moves, giving me pleasure with every compliment.
“You’re kind, ambitious, and you think the best of everyone. ”
If he was just saying this to me in conversation, then I’d probably just write it off as him sweet-talking me.
However, with the way he looks at me, and how he’s gives me pleasure without receiving any of his own, he makes me believe.
He makes me feel truly beautiful. With all of this combined, I feel able to fully enjoy this moment and let go of the insecurities I carry around with me on a daily basis.
I can feel myself changing, evolving within, and there’s something incredibly sexy about that.
Allowing my body to move, and simply feel, I realise that with the position we’re in, I’m almost riding his fingers, my hips rocking each time he thrusts inside me.
From the corner of my eye, I spot his other hand moving, sliding between us and before I can fully process, his thumb is against my clit, his movements in sync with his words.
My pleasure starts to build, the culmination of his physical actions and whispered words coming together and truly showing me just how he feels.
“I want to be on my knees before you every day, treating you like the queen you are.”
Holy soufflé. If I wasn’t about to climax, his words would probably make me cry. In fact, they might make me do both. Such sweet, dirty fucking words.