What started off as gentle pecks quickly evolved into a frenzy of tongues. His weight was all around as he crashed to the bed, forcing my legs apart. His hand was still snaked in my hair, leaving no doubt who was in charge, making quick work of the chignon, the pins no match for his demands.
His hardness pressed between my legs, the fabric of his briefs the only thing between us as he rubbed against my flesh. With each roll of his hips, the pressure built, coiling deep inside. A feral hunger flashed from within, focused only on the primal need to have him inside of me.
He adjusted, and soon nothing was between us, those pesky briefs thrown aside with the rest of our problems. I gasped for air, greedily gobbling up what I could between kisses as a familiar snap of a condom echoed around us. Somewhere low and deep within me clenched, sensing the long-sought gift seconds away.
He leaned up, splaying a hand across my stomach, using the other to rub his sheathed tip against my clit in circles, beginning the torture all over again.
I was helpless, forced to observe him satisfying needs I hadn't realized I had. He applied enough pressure where it mattered to reduce me to a pool of whimpers, so close yet so far from where I needed him most.
His attention was entirely on the task at hand, the occasional grunt escaping. Just watching was enough to leave me convinced I would explode again, the knot low in my stomach close to unraveling.
“Please!” I gasped, hands gripping the bedspread beneath, desperate for relief.
Just like that, he stopped his teasing and took what he wanted, entering with a hard thrust as I cried out at the size of him. It had been a while, but damn.
He froze, brows snapped together. “Are you okay?”
“Yes!” I choked out, pulling him close.
Another hoarse laugh rippled through him as he moved inward, grinding against me once embedded.
“You're huge!” I gasped.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, freezing again.
It wasn't pain, but a definite strain that would need some soaking to sooth later on. I shook my head, wrapping my legs around his waist to prove my point.
He chuckled, beginning his rhythm, pumping in and out in slow, melodic waves. Our bodies were one, his hunger ravaging me with no amount enough for either of us. Our passion paved the way for destruction with each slow slide of skin.
With a grunt, he hauled my hips in the air, picking up the pace until he was slamming into me. I clutched the space above my head to keep from scooting across the bed, our moans and the slap of skin creating a symphony of desire.
The knot deep below began to fray again, threatening to snap a final time. My legs trembled around his waist in the first flutters of warning. He sensed it, snaking a hand between us to tease my clit, quickening his thrusts as he sought the final frontier.
Everything was too much. The subtle toying with my nub. The continuous slide and pull of his cock.
“Let it go, baby,” he murmured huskily, and I was there.
My hips bucked as I came around him, a sob escaping as I thrashed in his grasp, riding the wave wherever it would take me. “Fuck!” I choked out, trembling from head to toe.
“There you go, baby! Enjoy it!” he ordered, watching me come undone.
He slowed his pace as I recovered before flipping me over, hauling my hips up high and plunging in. I screamed, another wave of orgasm crashing down. The angle was more invasive, so wild and raw. I was so exposed, so easily accessible, and he exploited it, pumping without abandon.
“Look at me!” he ordered.
I whimpered, trying to lift my head before being forced down by another hard thrust.
“Look at me!” he repeated, louder.
I propped up on shaky elbows, daring to meet his eyes, his chest gleaming with sweat, muscles flexing with each thrust.
“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded.
I couldn't answer, breathless. He slammed forward in response, drilling with everything he had. “Fuck!” I choked out, finding my voice. “It's yours! It's fucking yours!”
“Fucking right, it's mine!” he ground out, giving one last thrust before losing control, groaning as he gave in to the pleasure.
We laid there for an eternity, gasping for air until he rolled to face me.“How are you feeling over there?” he asked, a coy grin breaking through, a reminder he was still the boyish flirt I found in Bear.
My body was still humming all over. “Amazing.”
“Not the outercourse you were expecting?” he chuckled.
“Nope.” I offered a weak grin, reaching out and stroking his cheek. “I am really disappointed in you as a boss, however.”
His face fell, and he propped up on an elbow. “Why?” he asked, brows creased.
“You don't follow any of your own rules. It's disgustingly hypocritical.”
He swallowed hard, a panicked look striking his face. “What are you talking about?”
“You crucified me for eating at my desk.”
Elena
I stayed in Jason's suite until the early morning hours after falling asleep on his chest, a few more rounds of fun wearing us out. It wasn’t a smooth move for a one-night stand, but hey, sex was exhausting. Especially with someone who rocked my body with more orgasms than I thought possible.
He drove me home, fatigue and satisfaction robbing us both of words, shared smiles and a phenomenal kiss capping off the night. Just as soon as he appeared in my life, he was gone, leaving me swollen-lipped and starry-eyed in my doorway.
And that was that.
I spent Sunday cuddling with Hank and watching Forensics, as usual, checking my phone each time it went off, only to be disappointed it wasn’t him. I didn’t want to expect something, but I did. We agreed to one night, but I was hoping for a peep. Something to let me know I hadn’t imagined
