Page 64 of Grin and Bear It

“Like how?” Fascinated as well as nervous and ready to be a little bit repelled, she stared into my eyes as I undid my belt and then jerked down my zipper, fishing my cock out.

Jesus fucking Christ, I was hard. My thumb slipped through a drool of pre-cum, because we were all ready to go, wanting to claim Ellie as ours. But I closed the gap between us, grabbing her hand and then sliding it up the sensitive underside. I was watching her the whole time, catching the moments her pupils blew wide, her lips falling open.

“Just… there,” I ground out, as I forced her fingers against the hard bone.

“It’s hard.”

Yeah, it is, I thought furiously, trying to count back by fours from twenty thousand, anything to keep myself from taking this anatomy lesson further.

“It’s a bone,” I told her.

“A bone?” she yelped, trying to pull away, but I wrapped her fingers tighter, the ripple of pleasure washing through me almost enough to bring me to my knees.

“Just give it a little squeeze and I’ll show you.”

Of course she did just that and my teeth sank into my bottom lip, every muscle locking down tight as my baculum jutted out.

“No fucking way!” She dropped to her knees full of childlike curiosity and I just stared, the juxtaposition of her mouth and my dick so close to each other frying what brain cells I had left. “Like blow jobs mustn’t be a thing because urk!” She mimicked violently choking, which helped take the edge off for me. Never a sound I liked much.

“It doesn’t come out during head, or so I’ve been told,” I said. “It takes a bit of conscious effort to unleash.”

“So you just shred some chick’s cervix instead?”

I let out a sigh. “Have a feel of the end. It’s not sharp.”

I could feel the vibrations of the hook on the end all the way through me, something that made me shiver and want to throw her down on the bed and show her how good it would be. The paintbrush in my pocket reminded me of just how that might go.

“Whoa, it's like one of my G-spot vibes.”

So my girl liked a little internal stimulation? Good to know.

“That’s it,” I told her. “It locks me down inside you when we’re fucking. I can’t thrust much when it juts out, so instead I just rock back and forward, tugging at your G-spot.” This was all entirely academic for me, but hey, confidence is sexy, right? “And while you’re coming and keep on coming, I’ll fill you up until you’re dripping with all of the seed I deposit in you.”

She gazed up at me, pupils blown, and it was like she was under a spell, but if she was going under, so was I. This room seemed to get smaller and smaller, a cocoon filled only with the two of us. I reached down, offering her my hand with one, before tucking my dick away with the other.

“Not to get you pregnant, if you don’t want, but the sight of your little pussy full of all of us?” I smiled slowly, edging closer. “Yeah, I want that a whole lot. I want you, Ellie.”

And she wanted me, I could smell it, rich and bittersweet, but scent doesn’t equal consent. I felt like I was dancing around her, closing the gap between us in increments until I could feel her breath on my skin.

“And I think you want me too. I’m all yours. Just reach out and take me.”

When her hands moved, it felt like my heart skipped a beat and time stopped, as I watched them hover in the air.

“You are so hot and your muscles are so big,” she said. “Like how are you that ripped? Do you like never eat carbs or something?”

She was still a little drunk, the words just spilling out of her until I had to chuckle, placing a hand over hers when she finally let herself touch me.

“Bears love honey, baby, so there’s no chance of us going keto and I gotta admit, I really, really want to taste yours.”

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“Bears love honey, baby, so there’s no chance of us going keto and I gotta admit, I really, really want to taste yours.”

I just stared at Cole then, unable to believe the words that had just come out of his mouth. No, actually it was more that I was unable to believe all of it. He looked like he deserved to be the permanent cover model for Men’s Health magazine, and my fingers twitched, wanting to run my fingers through the channels between his taut abs. And then there was his dick. I rubbed my fingertips together, still able to feel the thick, heavy weight of it there, right before that bone jutted out. My brain was fighting waves of exhaustion, betrayal, shock, desire, need, that kept flowing in cycles, but right now it was tired. At the sound of his words, something seemed to flatline inside me, going perfectly quiet.

And that’s when I stepped forward.

Maybe it was because I had been drinking, maybe because I was sleep deprived, or maybe, just maybe, because I was sick of fighting this. I should have kept my boundaries up, kept my distance, ordered Cole out of my damn room and away from my damn house. He might’ve been grumpily painting my house, but I knew part of his evil plan was getting closer to me, just in case this happened.

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