Page 30 of Bedding The Best Man (Bedding the Bachelors)

Then why the hell were you with Eric?He held back the question, but he couldn’t help thinking it. Why did she stay with Gabe’s friend for so long, if she wanted him? What a waste of time. They could have been together, instead of spending all those years wanting each other.

But they were together now, he reminded himself. Kissing passionately. Potentially about to do much more.

And he wanted to do more. Although he knew there was a reason they shouldn’t, that reason kept eluding him until his whole existence focused on the feel and smell and taste of her. Suddenly, he swung her up in his arms. “This isn’t a fantasy, Brianne. It is real damn life. You and me. And this is about more than just sex for me. I’m going to fuck you hard, and I’m going to fulfill every fantasy you’ve ever had no matter how long it takes. I’m kind of hoping it will take a long, long time.”

She pulled his head down and kissed him again. As they kissed, he maneuvered her into the yurt and lowered her carefully onto the futon bed. She looked small and delicate, nestled amongst the cascade of cushions. He moved to the fire pit, and quickly fed it another couple of logs. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night, and he didn’t want her to get cold.

When he turned back to her she was sitting upright, but completely naked, her clothing scattered on the ground and a very naughty look on her face. He stared at her, his gaze running over every nook and cranny of her body, and his fists clenched with the need to touch her. When he took a step forward, however, she shook her head.

Confused, he halted.

“I want you to strip for me.” She lay back leaning on her elbows, her legs parting slightly so he could see her glistening pink lips. He wanted to push her back, shove his face between her slender legs, and bury his tongue inside until she screamed his name again, like she had done when they were together in her bed. But he did as he was told. He ripped of his t-shirt impatiently.

“No, Gabe, slowly. I want you to tease me,” she said in a sultry voice.

Holy hell, did she have any clue how horny she was making him? She had to, his cock was already trying to fight its way out of his pants. He slowly moved a hand to his fly, trying to give her what she wanted. He slipped the tips of his fingers inside the waistband, and threw the t-shirt at her. She put it straight to her nose, and inhaled deeply. Her hips began to writhe a little, her thighs pressing together. He had been wearing it all day. He didn’t doubt it stank of sweat, and he knew it was filthy, but it was a turn-on seeing her enjoy his scent so much.

He began to undo the buttons at his fly slowly, one by one, watching her face as he revealed his fully erect manhood. She gasped as its full length was revealed, but she stayed where she was, licking her lips hungrily. “You hungry, baby?” he asked as he pulled his jeans off and threw them to one side. She nodded eagerly and sat up. He sat beside her, and she pushed him down onto his back forcefully. She straddled him, eagerly rubbing herself up against him, but when he tried to caress her she pushed his hands away. “Bri, I want to touch you, I want to kiss you everywhere,” he moaned, aroused beyond belief as he felt the scratch of the tiny scrap of lace that was the only thing separating them.

“Do I have to tie you up? Because I have a fantasy I want to fulfill. If we have enough energy later then maybe we can let you have your way,” she said wickedly.

Gabe would never have thought Bri would be so dominant in bed, so utterly sure of what she wanted. But he liked it.

She scratched her immaculate nails down his chest, just hard enough to make him wince, then flicked at his nipples. The shock of it sent a pulse through him, and he felt his cock lift away from him, questing to find her. She eased herself up and down the length of him, but then returned her attention to his nipples. She bent her glorious head down and licked them both, then nipped gently. He cried out quietly, she smiled her coquettish smile and began to lick and nibble all the way down his torso.

As she moved her way down, he felt the coolness of the air on his cock, and it made him shiver, but it became an all-out, full-body shudder when she wrapped her tiny little hands around the base of his turgid member, then began to run her tongue around the tip. He watched as she licked at the tiny droplets of pre-come, her eyes not moving from his. She held his gaze constantly, and it was intoxicating. He wanted to roll her over, pin her down and enter her, show her who was in charge, but he forced himself to remain still. However, he couldn’t help but raise his hips toward her as her hands began to pump up and down. She kept the rhythm steady then took him into her mouth, slowly and deliberately.

The wetness and pressure had his breathing coming hot and heavy, panting as she began to increase the tempo. Fuck, he was going to come any second. “Bri, honey, I know you want to do it your way, but I’m not going to make it if you keep on doing that.” She looked at his contorted features, and parted her lips. The look alone was almost enough to push him over the edge, but she simply tugged his balls gently downwards and it helped to calm the pressure building up within him.

She moved up toward him, and kissed him passionately. He couldn’t stop himself, had to wrap his arms around her, and pull her against him. The kiss was deep, and curious, languid and exploratory. Her tongue flickered into his mouth, tasting and teasing. She suckled gently on his tongue when he probed inside her lips.

She stood up unexpectedly, turned and looked over her shoulder at him through her mane of hair. Then she planted her hands on her and bent slowly down, like a pole dancer only without a pole. He moaned aloud. Her ass was pert, smooth and silky. He longed to sink his fingers into the curvaceous flesh.

With a flick of her hair, she stood again, this time cupping her own breasts. She was perfect in every way, from her soft arms and luscious breasts to the perfectly waxed line of hair that drew his eye downwards.

She straddled him again, sitting up proudly.

He cupped her breasts tenderly, gently stroking her hardened nipples until she gasped with pleasure. “You like that, baby?” he asked. He flattened his tongue and lapped at her right nipple. He circled it, and teased it, enjoying the fact that she seemed to like it so much. He closed his lips around the entire areola and suckled, hard.

“Oh Gabe, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

Her hips were rocking rhythmically against his pelvis and he could feel how slick she was against his cock. He wanted to touch her there, to taste her, but she wasn’t having any of it. She rose up and put her hand between her thighs and guided him inside her. She impaled herself upon his full length, biting at her lip as she felt every solid inch of him fill her up. She flung her head back and began to rise up and down, rocking slightly forward and back to get maximum stimulation on her swollen clit. She pounded down on him as his hips rose to meet her.

They fit so perfectly, matching stroke for stroke. She rode him like a cowgirl, hard and fast and he could see that she came more than once as she just kept on, gasping with every stroke. Her mewling cries with each little orgasm made him hotter, and harder. Eventually he could take no more, his cock pumping into her with abandon as he rubbed her clit to make sure she called out his name.

“Gabe!” she cried as she collapsed against him, spent.

He cradled her in his arms. They were both slick with sweat, and he pushed her damp hair out of her face. “So, that was your fantasy?” he said with a grin.

She smacked him on the chest.

“That was just one of them.”

“Damn, I look forward to finding out all about the rest of them,” he quipped as he caressed her perfect butt.

Chapter Thirteen

Gabe only left Brianne long enough to put out the fire he’d started for the steaks and clean up the food they’d abandoned. Then he’d returned to her, and they spent the rest of the night making love, and snoozing in each other’s arms. Brianne was glad that though Gabe clearly liked things a little hard and fast, he also seemed to get just as much out of being tender and loving. The sexual compatibility she thought she had shared with Eric was barely even a flickering candle flame in comparison to the fiery inferno that seemed to burn constantly between she and Gabe.

---