Page 2 of Four Bears Construction Bonus Scenes
“You have the greatest ass of all time,” I murmur, grabbing his cheeks in both hands and kneading them. I nip at the swell of his ass cheek and reach for the jar of honey on the floor next to me.
I dip my fingers into the its sticky depths, gathering a generous amount and pulling them out. Ren whimpers and wiggles his ass, as I plant chases kisses all over it. He gaspswhen I smear the stick honey along his skin, following it with my tongue. Sweetness bursts on my taste buds, and I moan.
Using my clean hand, I spread his ass cheeks apart, gathering more honey on my fingers and then dragging them along the crease of his ass, coating him in the sweet stickiness.
“Now there’s an interesting feeling,” he says, his laugh turning into a moan when I bury my face between his ample ass cheeks and lap hungrily at the honey. I lick him in long, full strokes, my mouth watering at the taste of the honey mixing with the earthy flavor of him.
I drag my tongue over his hole, and he leans forward to grab onto the counter for balance. Good thing we moved over after all. He shoves his ass back towards me greedily, and I tease his rim with the tip of my tongue, working my honey coated finger inside of him. His inner muscles tightening and then relaxing, as I continue to stroke his hole with my tongue.
Ren’s moans grow louder, his hips twitching as he grabs his cock and strokes himself, riding my tongue, trying to get it deeper. I pull my fingers out and dig them into his ass cheek, hard enough to leave bruises, thrusting my tongue inside him as deep as I can manage.
I shove my other hand into my boxers, soaked with my precum, and wrap my fingers around the hot, silky steel of my erection. I’m so hard I swear I can feel my heartbeat pulsing in my cock, my balls aching, pulled taut to my body.
Ren’s hole flutters around my tongue, clenching and relaxing with every thrust of his hips.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his body shuddering as he jerks himself faster. I match his pace, stroking my own cock with fast, hard tugs.
I fuck him with my tongue, my face sticky with the honey I smeared over his skin, my fingers dripping with the precumthat’s pouring from my cock. Ren gasps and groans, his legs trembling and his breath coming in harsh pants.
His hole clamps down around my tongue and he lets out a keening cry. Heat explodes through me, my balls clenching as my orgasm barrels over me. Thick spurts of cum coat my fingers, splattering on the kitchen floor, as I continue to work my tongue in and out of Ren’s ass, feeling every pulse of his pleasure as he rides it out.
He sags against the counter and I press one last kiss to the back of his thigh, before sitting back on my heels to catch my own breath.
Ren
“Come take a shower with me?” I ask, once we’ve both caught our breath. The bacon is probably a lost cause, but the honey biscuits should still be okay. I pull them out of the oven quickly and move the pan of charred bacon off the burner. I’ll make another batch, but first things first, I need to get the stickiness out of my body hair and ass crack.
“No shower, you’re yummy like this,” Cole teases, nipping at the skin on my stomach and then kissing the spot. I can feel the curve of a smile on his lips, and it makes my heart flutter.
“Sorry, but it has to happen,” I chuckle, darting away from him.
He grumbles before getting to his feet and following me, his hands wandering over my ass, groping and pinching all the way to the shower.
“You’re the worst,” I complain with a smile, turning around to kiss him before I start the shower.
“You can’t say that, it’s my birthday,” he argues.
“You said you weren’t recognizing your birthday, which means you can be the worst today,” I tease, pushing the showerdoor open and stepping inside. “Speaking of yournotbirthday, I texted the guys and your parents, everyone’s coming over for dinner tonight to celebrate. I found a recipe for a honey cake I thought I’d make.”
Cole grabs the body wash off the little shower ledge and fills his hands, rubbing them together to create a lather. I turn so my back is towards him, the hot soothing spray of the shower cascading over me. He presses a soft kiss to the side of my neck and then starts to wash me, his strong, sure hands digging into my muscles and washing away all traces of honey from my skin.
“That sounds perfect,” he admits. “If Ihaveto celebrate my birthday, that’s exactly what I want to do.”
“I thought eating honey out of my ass was what you wanted to do for your birthday,” I joke. His fingers stroke between my cheeks, grazing over my sensitive hole, a reminder of the pleasure he just rung from my body.
“Two for two,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “I love you, Honeybee.”
“I love you,” I say simply, turning around so I can wash him now. “And just to be clear, forty-three isn’t old. So what if you found a few gray hairs? Who cares if your back hurts more often than it did when you were twenty? This is the best part of our lives because we get to share it with each other. We have at least another sixty years of loving each other with everything we have.”
“Another sixty, huh?”
“Yup, and then we’ll die on the same day,” I explain with a shrug, becauseobviouslyI’m not going to live without him.
“Sounds like a plan,” he agrees with a laugh. He looks at me with tender eyes, filling me with a warm, happy,completesort of feeling that makes my heart feel too big for my chest.
For so many years I thought I knew what love was, but it turns out it’s a lot less flashy than I always thought. Love isn’tchanging things about yourself to make your partner happy, and it’s not everything being perfect all the time. Sometimes love is nothing more than a quiet moment when your heart justknowsit has found its match.
Cole pinches my ass again and I let out an indignant squeal.
