Page 167 of Call the Shots
“You’re dripping on my bed.” His voice dropped to something huskier, rougher. “Thank you.”
Bear pressed his lips to me and a moan ripped out of my throat.
He tugged me closer, burying his tongue inside me. No prep time, no inching up to it, Bear’s eyes were half-mast as he devoured me, groaning.
I hit the bed and wove my fingers through his hair, gripping for something to hold on to. Listening to him brought me to a whole other level. I could hear him jerking himself off, grunting in pleasure. Bear’s noises turned harsher, he was close.
When he sucked on my clit, my muscles locked, I was so close, so fucking close too?—
“Bear!” I gasped, stars exploding in my vision as I came to the sounds of Bear cumming in his fist. He shuddered against me, his cheek to my thigh, and finally stilled, swearing under his breath. Neither of us moved. I gazed at the ceiling. “Holy shit.”
Bear stood up with his shirt, wiping the cum off his hand. “When does hockey start?”
“October?” I managed.
“Yeah. I’m fucking you until October.”
My cheeks burned while he traced the inside of my thigh. “That’ll be kind of hard with the transfer.”
“What’ll be hard is scheduling after October. Before October, I don’t give a fuck if I have to hitchhike. Your parents are going to claim me as a dependent for how often I’m dropping by.”
A giggle slipped out of me, so unexpected in the middle of sex, and I kept giggling when I caught sight of the spots on the blankets. “You weren’t fast enough. You got cum on the bed.”
“At least it wasn’t yours this time,” he chuckled.
I paused. “What?”
Bear shut his mouth. I didn’t imagine the mood shift, he froze.
“Bear?” I blinked. “You came on my bed?”
“The—I—” His words rushed out together. “I—I didn’t mean to. I went to take this photo with your plant, but your pillow smelled like you—” He flinched.
“My pillow?”
“I put my face in your pillow and beat myself off—but I washed the blankets?—”
While he fumbled through apologies, my body heated. If he would’ve told me in a regular conversation, maybe it would’ve been different, but all I could think about was Bear, who wanted me so badly my scent made him cum.
I wrapped a leg around him and pulled him closer. “Why’d you use my pillow?”
Surprise flashed across his face. “I’m not lying, June.”
“I don’t think you are.”
“I’m not saying this as some kind of fantasy, I did that shit.”
“I know you did.”
His eyes darkened and he touched my waist. They were slow movements, testing the waters to make sure this was what I wanted. He didn’t have to do that. Arousal tightened my body while I watched him. The air was thick with tension.
“I jacked off with my face in your pillow,” he said softly.
“Why?”
“Why do you think, June?” He tilted his head. “Because if I closed my eyes, I could picture stretching out that little pussy and fucking you how I’ve been dreaming about.”
Bear bent down but I touched his jaw, keeping that space between us. His breaths were shallow. He kept inching towards me, his eyes burning into mine, but I didn’t let him take what he wanted. I wanted to prolong the moment. Tease him until he couldn’t stand it. Because I could taste how much he wanted this, and it was a high like nothing else.
