Page 11 of Four Bears Construction Bonus Scenes
My cock aches and heat pools in my gut as I drag my tongue along the side of his throat, tasting his salty, sweet skin before nipping at the hard edge of his jaw. Ev moans softly, digging his fingers into my hips and grinding his steel erection against mine. Even through the thin material of our underwear, I can feel the heat of his arousal.
Hooking my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, I shove them down and wrap one hand around the base of his throbbing erection. He threads his fingers through my hair and yanks me into another scorching, tongue-heavy kiss, whimpering and sighing into my mouth as I pump his cock. His hips twitch, a bead of precum rolling down his shaft and clinging to my fingers.
“Fuck, I need you,” he murmurs in a low voice between kisses, scraping his teeth against my bottom lip and then shoving his tongue back into my mouth before I can respond.
I walk him backward towards the bed until the back of his knees hit the mattress, then I break the kiss and land a quick slap against his ass.
“Get on the bed.”
“Bossy,” he says with a smirk, “I think I could find some fun in that.”
I playfully smack his ass again when he turns around and he gasps, shooting me a heated look over his shoulder as he gets onto the bed on all fours.
I climb onto the bed behind him, and it’s slightly reminiscent of the night I came to fish the vibrator out of his ass— his balls hanging heavy between his thighs, his hard cock swaying, the broad expanse of his back rippling and just a little sweaty. Except this time, I’m totally allowed to think about all the filthy things I want to do to him.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I groan, palming one of his taut, firm ass cheeks and kneading it in my fingers. Ev hums happily, wiggling his hips impatiently as he drops down to rest his head on his folded arms, opening himself up to me without hesitation.
I part his ass cheeks and look at his tight hole, just begging for my tongue, my fingers, my cock...or better yet, the fun new toy I got for him. I force my hands off of him so I can unbox the plug, setting it on the bed before stretching over to grab the lube out of the bedside table. It takes me a second to rummage to the back of the drawer where it’s stuffed, so Livi won’t open the drawer and find it.
Once I manage to grab it, I squirt a generous amount onto my fingers and then drop the bottle onto the bed for later. Using one hand to part his ass cheeks again, I drag my slicked finger over his hole, loving the way it twitches impatiently, the heat of his body radiating from him. His balls tighten and release, his cock twitching between his legs as I tease his puckered entrance with two fingers until it softens under my touch and I’m able to slip them inside.
Everett muffles his moan with the pillow, his hips flexing and his muscles tensing and then relaxing. I lean over him and kissalong his spine as I work my fingers in and out, his inner muscles tight around me, but loosening little by little.
“This plug is going to feel so good inside you while you fuck me,” I say, licking and gently biting the back of his shoulder. “You’re going to feel it pressing against your prostate every time you thrust inside me.”
He groans quietly, his channel tightening again and his hips twitching as he no doubt imagines how incredible it’s going to be.
“I’m ready, give it to me,” he pleads, pushing himself harder onto my fingers, fucking himself with them shamelessly.
My cock jerks eagerly, just as ready to get the show on the road as he is. I carefully pull my fingers out and make quick work of getting my boxers off, tossing them blindly onto the floor and then grabbing the plug and coating it with a generous amount of lube. I opted for a longer, not quite as thick option, figuring this would be a good starting point. If Ev likes it, we can experiment with some different sizes. After all, we have the rest of our lives to play.
I notch the smooth, round tip of the toy against his hole and Ev’s fingers flex around the pillow he’s clinging to for dear life. I circle his entrance just like I did with my fingers, giving him a second to relax before gently pushing it inside.
He muffles another moan with his pillow, his back heaving with his restrained, panting breaths, his toes curling as I ease the plug inside him, watching hungrily as his hole stretches to take it in. My cock throbs, a string of precum dripping from my slit and hanging from the tip until it finally lands against the back of his thigh.
Ev gasps as I work the widest part inside, leaving only the base nestled against his hole, keeping the plug from going anywhere. Grabbing the lube one more time, I make quick workof prepping myself, using one hand to continue to touch and tease Ev until I’m stretched and ready to go.
“Switch spots,” I say, easing my fingers out of my ass and wiping the excess lube onto the comforter to deal with later.
Ev sits up, gasping quietly as the plug moves inside of him. His skin is flushed, and his cock is dark with arousal and as wet with precum as mine is. I lay down on my back, my head on the pillow, and he moves between my legs, groping and squeezing my thighs and belly like he can’t get enough of my body. I wrap my legs around his hips, groaning softly as he gets into position with the head of his cock pressed against my hole.
He falls forward, caging me in with an arm on either side of my head, his gaze holding mine as he presses inside, stretching and filling me in a single thrust. His eyes roll back as he buries himself to the hilt, not an inch of space between us.
“Holy fuck,” he grunts, gritting his teeth to keep quiet.
I grin triumphantly, and then throw my head back and gasp as he pulls out and thrusts back in hard and fast. My hands find purchase on the back of his shoulders, digging my fingers in and tightening my legs around his hips as he fucks me deeper, faster, harder with every thrust. We both bite our own lips, using kisses to muffle our sounds, our sweat slicked skin sliding against each other, muscles trembling and skin slapping as he fills me over and over again.
“Watson, fuck, Watson,” he pants my name again and again, interspersed with curses and prayers, our foreheads and noses bumping, our mouths brushing against each other, our tongues tangling and our teeth clanking. My cock slaps against my stomach, leaving streaks of precum in the hair there and on my skin.
Everett’s cock swells inside me, his thrusts stuttering as he kisses me more feverishly, choppy grunts and desperate whimpers falling against my tongue. My balls tighten and I archmy back, clenching around him as I feel him lose control, the pulse of his orgasm throbbing against my inner muscles, against my prostate, the wet heat of his release filling me.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip, the coppery taste of blood hitting my tongue as I dig my fingers into his back, the tight coil of heat inside me exploding all at once. My cum paints us both, clinging to our skin in one sticky, hot rope after another until we both collapse in a breathless, boneless, messy heap.
“Wow,” Ev mutters into the side of my neck.
“Merry Christmas,” I chuckle, running a hand absently up and down his back.
We lay like that a little longer before he finally rolls off, flopping onto his back beside me with a dopey grin on his face.
