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The bears were winded and the men were all smiling by the time everyone was out of the water. It was a great way to end their day at the resort, and the cubs were still talking about the race on the way home. Kip and Rayn also wondered why Orrin hadn’t stopped growling at Zak or why both their papas were grinning.
Chapter 22
Supper was served later than usual that evening, and the busy day had finally caught up with the children. Only Zuzu was missing, having gone for an another overnight with the Cunninghams, and the others were barely able to stay awake long enough to eat. Once they’d cleaned up after the meal, Orrin thought it best to skip story time and baths just this once and put the kids straight to bed. He was off duty tonight, but he and Zak helped Tasha get them settled, sitting with Kip and Rayn until they nodded off.
Eager to claim his reward, Orrin tugged Zak into the house, locked the connecting door, and herded him into the bathroom with a series of lusty growls.
“I’m going to take a quick shower in my room while you get ready. Everything you’ll need is in the third drawer. Don’t keep me waiting!”
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Orrin jumped Zak as soon as he stepped into the guest bedroom—pressing the naked, prepped, freshly cleaned man against the wall with punishing kisses. While passion had never been lacking since their first time together, Zak could tell Orrin was woundwaytoo tight.
“Slow down, love. Why don’t I relieve some of the pressure before we get to it?”
Orrin nodded, tugging his man toward the bed.
“Please. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Zak sat with his back against the headboard, spread his legs, and motioned for Orrin to rest against him, back to chest. Strong hands reached around—one to pluck at a perky nipple while the other grasped Orrin’s hefty cock. Warm lips and tongue worked the trembling shifter’s neck and ear as a tight fist stroked below. Orrin growled and thrashed: overstimulated, almost losing control of his bear, and desperate for release. With a one-two punch, Zak pinched the sensitive nipple and bit Orrin’s earlobe after issuing a command.
“Cum for me!”
Helpless to do otherwise, Orrin’s dick erupted with mighty pulses, sending a fountain of seed into the air. Deep, guttural growls vibrated both bodies, giving Zak goosebumps, and he noticed that Orrin’s claws had briefly appeared and retracted. He’d never seen the man’s bear so close to the surface before, and decided one orgasm might not be enough to take the edge off.
“Give me another one, babe.”
Orrin groaned, even as his cock returned to full mast in anticipation. Zak switched things up a little this time, going after the other nipple and reaching down between them to finger the sexy man’s pucker. Orrin grabbed his own cock, using fast, tight strokes to reach ignition faster. Zak whispered a string of naughty suggestions in his ear, interspersed with wet licks and nibbles that drove the poor man crazy. Orrin’s huffing was suddenly cut off with a gravelly shout—muscles contracting as the second release coated his chest and stomach with jizz.
Zak grabbed a hand towel to gently wipe Orrin down, complimenting his lover as he worked.
“Incredible, and so hot! I hope you saved some for me.”
Orrin’s sensuous chuckle gave Zak goose bumps, and he turned so they could kiss. Each warm, soft press of lips was a gift, and he savored the sensation and flavor.
“No worries. There’s plenty more where that came from, and I’m going to fill your gorgeous ass. Up on your hands and knees, sweetheart.”
Admittedly, Zak was nervous about bottoming in general, but specifically for Orrin. The man was, to put it mildly,gifted—as most shifters were. Zak had a bigger cock than most human men, but Orrin was larger still, and with the power and stamina of a bear. Now that his lover had cum twice, Zak was confident his experience would be more pleasant than painful, though Orrin would never hurt him purposely. He did as he was told and assumed the position, thus avoiding a face-to-face encounter that might trigger a claiming.
Orrin got right to work with his tongue—licking, kissing and probing Zak’s sensitive hole, with an occasional reach around to stroke his cock. Then came a breach with slim fingers, stretching and teasing until they found the prostate. Zak’s groans encouraged Orrin to insert three fingers, then four, relaxing the tight muscle bit by bit to make way for his dick. The distinctive ‘snick’ of lube being opened let Zak know they were getting close, and by this time he was ready to accept whatever Orrin wanted to give him.
“All right, love. I’m going to work in the head and leave it there for a minute while I distract you. Just bear down and take deep breaths.”
Zak felt the warm, spongy glans tap against the ring of muscle, and then grunted as it slipped inside and stopped. The deep breaths helped, but so did what Orrin’s hands were doing—one brushing his pierced nipple and the other jacking his dick. It hurt at first, and then the pain morphed into an unnatural fullness as he bore down. Orrin began light thrusts, gradually penetrating deeper and deeper, cockhead brushing over Zak’s prostate.
Damn! That felt better than he thought it would, and his moans of pleasure urged Orrin to slide all the way home—bristly pubic hair tickling Zak’s smooth ass cheeks. No pain, but incredible fullness.
“Move, Orrin. I need more.”
Orrin complied, slowly gliding in and almost completely out before moving forward again. Zak grunted each time Orrin filled him, and the dual sensations of having his dick stroked and prostate stimulated started a burning flame that promised a fantastic orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, Orrin pumped with vigor, eliciting shouts and moans from his lover with every stroke. Zak announced the approach of his climax.
“Almost there! Faster!”
Orrin finally let loose, giving his man what he asked for until they both tumbled over the edge with a grunty, growly, huffy, moany orgasm that would have won awards, had anyone been watching. Zak sprayed the sheets beneath him while Orrin pumped him full of cream—hard cock shoved in as far as it would go. Instead of pulling out, Orrin remained deep inside his lover, draped over his back while they caught their breath. His question for Zak was expected.
“Another round, love? I know you can go again.”
Zak chuckled, reaching up with one hand to tug on Orrin’s hair.
