Page 45 of Bear
They work themselves into a frenzy very quickly, and it’s arousing as hell to watch the way they experiment, figuring out what the other likes. I touch my fingers to my engorged clit again, enjoying the show way more than I ever thought I would. They’re hot enough to burn down the house.
Masculine grunts and groans of pleasure fill the air, mixing with my more feminine moans and cries. I’m really fucking close, but I don’t want to miss a second of their action, so I hang on.Oh god.
I don’t know what I was expecting, or maybe I was so into it I wasn’t thinking about the culmination of the action, but when Duke blows, his cum spurts all over me, thick jets of it hitting my hand where I play with myself, my stomach, and even as high as the underside of my breast. My lips drop open in surprised delight.
Duke works Mason’s cock in a way that has him groaning and swearing. “Fuck, Duke. Fucking hell. Fuuuck.” He hardly appears to realize he’s said anything, he’s so into it.
There’s an odd glint in Duke’s eyes as he watches his friend come undone, and when he unloads on me, Duke manages to aim it directly at my pussy.
Holy shit.All three of us are breathing hard by the end of their fun, and my stare is hot on the two of them. And fuck… now I’m all wound up again. I bite my lip, not able to foresee what’s next.
Mason’s breath still comes in fits and starts, heaving from him as he surveys my body. He rubs a hand over his jaw, sneaking a look at Duke. “That was impressive, man. All the way up to her tits.”
Duke closes his eyes and works a hard swallow. I’m the tiniest bit worried until a small huff of laughter, mixed with a subtle groan leaves his lips. He opens his eyes and points. “I wasn’t sure what the objective was. Distance or a target.”
I put a hand lightly over my face, stifling a laugh. Dudes are funny sometimes.
Mason leans over, kissing Duke’s jaw. “I think we did pretty good.” His lip catches between his teeth. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m going to go shower, let you two…”
My breath stutters. I bring my hand down and focus on him. “Let us what?”
Mason shrugs. “I think maybe you need some time alone.” He blinks, looking at us from under his hooded gaze. “Maybe you have unfinished business.”
Frozen, Duke and I both follow Mason with our eyes until he closes the door to the bathroom, effectively leaving us on our own. His absence creates an entirely new atmosphere in this room. We’re no longer a threesome with our job being to provide comfort and a distraction to Mason. He’s removed himself from the equation. And I wouldn’t take back a second of what we just did because it worked. Or I assume it did since he hasn’t taken off for the attic to ease his chaos.
So, that all seems like a win. Except now, I’m covered in jizz and fully exposed to my stepbrother’s eyes. It’s not that I wasn’t either of those two things before, it just felt different with Mason providing a buffer between us.
My throat feels so thick I don’t know if I can speak, and my mouth is dry, furthering the problem.
Duke’s gaze swings from the closed door back to me. He shakes his head slowly, exhaling sharply. The tormented expression on his face, the rigid way he’s holding his body… oh god. We fucked up.
My eyes crash shut, and I bring my arms up to cover my chest, then curl myself into a ball as best I can. I try to roll away from him, but Duke still has a hand on my thigh, and his fingers flex, digging into my flesh. He puts his other hand on my knee and spreads my legs open again.
“Don’t,” he bites out.
My eyes are screwed shut. “Don’t what?”
“Hide from me. I’m not close to done with you.” His heavy breaths are audible, and I can imagine the rise and fall of his chest as he looks down at my body. Lust is like a sharp-edged knife, and I teeter on the blade, not knowing which way I’ll fall. There’s something about his tone that is unnerving, making me wonder what’s in his head, but I can’t deny the heady, potent desire I feel with his eyes drinking me in and how dangerously right it feels when his hands are on me.
His finger trails through the folds of my pussy, made extra slick by the combination of my wetness and Mason’s release. My chest jerks when he pushes one cum-covered finger inside me. “Fuuuck.” The rumbled word rips from his throat, like he was doing his best to hold it in but lost the fight. He fucks me slowly with that finger, and still, I can’t look at him. My chest jerks, and tension coils in my belly with every new sensation. It’s not until he removes his finger and trails it down to my ass that my eyes fly open.
I suck in a startled breath as he touches me there. “What are you doing?”
He bites his lip, one brow raising a fraction. “You like it.” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, and I hardly register what he’s about to do when he dips down and tentatively flicks his tongue over my pussy. He lets out a guttural moan and pauses, his chest rising and falling fast. I can’t tell from the expression on his face what he’s thinking, but I can imagine. His breath hitches before he growls out, “Fuck. The taste of you both on my tongue.” He inhales deeply, then goes back for more. He’s like a wild animal between my thighs, licking and sucking my skin until he’s had his fill. I’m writhing, clutching the sheets in my fists.
Duke and I have such a volatile relationship, I’m all spun up, not knowing what to think or how to feel about what’s happening. And fuck, it’s too much to decipher with his tongue swirling around my clit. I’m so swollen down there and already on the verge that I’m almost as out of control as he is.Fuck it.I grab handfuls of his hair, grinding my pussy against his mouth. I don’t know what’s behind that tormented ice-blue gaze, but I’m too far lost to stop now.
“You want this,” he grunts out, then sucks on my clit for a moment. Mumbling against my sensitive skin, he murmurs, “You want me.”
On a hard exhale, I cry, “Ye-e-es.” My admission has another orgasm ripping right through me, splitting me open with the violence of it. I shake and moan until it’s over and I’m nothing more than a quivering mess on the mattress.
While I’m still coming down, he kneels over me, running his hands over the cum he left on my stomach and rubbing it into my skin. Like he wants to make sure he’s a part of me, so I won’t forget what we’ve done. My brow furrows. No, wait. That’s stupid. Duke and I— This can’t be right.
But he’s hovering over me, distracting me from my thoughts as he supports himself with his forearms on either side of my head. He stares into my eyes, but I don’t understand what I see there. His voice is rough, thick with emotion. “Stella baby…”
Before I can argue over the usage ofStella, his eyes slam shut. Each breath he draws in is ragged. My mind tumbles, unable to read the quickly morphing expressions on his face. He catches my mouth with his and kisses me so fiercely I forget why I wanted to yell at him in the first place.
And then, something splashes on my cheek. I become very still, not even daring to breathe. The truth weighs heavily on me—that was a teardrop.
