Page 168 of Call the Shots
“Why don’t you ask the question you want to ask?” he whispered.
I traced his bottom lip. “What question?”
“If the first time was an accident, how many times did I do it on purpose?”
His lips crushed mine, his cock brushing against me, rock-hard again.
“You want to know, June?” He bit my lip and drew his tongue over it, soothing the sting. “How many times I got myself off thinking about you? How many sleepless nights I’ve been fucking hoping for this?” He kissed my neck. “I slept with your pillow and my morning wood was fucking painful, but it felt so good to wrap a hand around my dick. First thing I did was get off, thinking about you.”
“What were you thinking about?” I panted.
Bear moved fast, yanking a pillow over and tearing the condom wrapper open. Before I knew it, he was sliding the pillow underneath me.
“Getting to fuck the sweet pussy that ruined my life.”
I was so sensitive after the orgasm, I gulped in lungfuls of air while Bear pushed into me, swearing under his breath. He was too big. Bear couldn’t justpush.My hand went to his stomach, stopping him to give me some kind of breather.
“Oh,fuck—” I choked out. “Too big?—”
“You’ve taken me before,” he murmured.
“Sensitive—sensitive?—”
“That’s right, baby, feel every inch. All for you.”
Pleasure was a blinding-white fire, and every tremble sent a shiver through my body. It was so fuckinggood,I couldn’t handle it. Bear watched while I unwound beneath him, my body fighting to adjust. His fingers drifted down the side of my face before he kissed me, swallowing the gasps.
“Let me in, baby, this is where I’m supposed to be.”
Fuck, I wanted to, but I could barely think, much less move. “I—I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can.” His hands went to my thighs, nudging them apart until the new angle left me reeling.
My eyes welled with tears. “Bear?—”
“So gorgeous, so pretty, all mine,” he hummed, sinking deeper. “I don’t want to go.” Every time I tried to stop kissing,Bear wouldn’t let me, his lips catching mine again. “I don’t want to leave you ever.”
His words flew over my head as he started to fuck with long, leisurely strokes. If he would’ve fucked me like this on the rug, I would’ve been wearing his jersey all summer. The sensitivity peaked inside me, spilling tears down my cheeks.
I buried my face in his neck while he thrust me into the bed. “I’m going to cum?—”
“Cum on my cock,” he growled. “I need it.”
“I’m cumming—” I tightened my hold on him, my world falling to pieces. “I’m cumming?—”
“Fuck, you are—” He gathered me in his arms. “I can feel it—oh, fuck—keep going. So fucking tight, I need it—I need it?—”
His hips snapped against mine, ramming into me, fucking me faster, until he spilled into the condom. When he finally stilled, I was barely coherent. Bear was heavy on top of me and I couldn’t move. Couldn’t dream of it.
“Kiss,” he rasped.
I blinked. “Hm?”
“I want a kiss before I get up.” He kissed me and eased out, another sensation to leave me breathless.
Bear wasn’t gone for long. I had five or six seconds alone before he was on top of me again, kissing my neck, my cheek, my jaw, always shifting closer, like he could find a new way to bridge the distance between us.
“This part is fantastic,” he muttered.
