Page 18 of Poke the Bear

“Oh my god, of all the corny lines…”

Get ’em laughing, one of my dads always said. Sometimes you get ’em laughing, right up until their knickers came off.

Words to live by.

She seemed to relax then, her eyes becoming heavily lidded, a sultry light filling them.

“You think you can?”

“Ohh fuck…” I hissed. “You did the wrong thing right there. Issuing me a challenge? A Farrelly never backs down. What’s the record number of orgasms you’ve had by yourself?”

“Adam.”

“Two? Three? Four?”

“Four?” she yelped. “Is that even possible?”

“It is tonight.” I stopped fucking around, leaning in close and then kissing her again, not so sweetly. Her lips parted and she let me in, allowing me to claim her mouth, then her neck. I left a sucking trail of kisses there, my fangs grazing the skin, dying to snap down and mark her as mine, but the bear had to be content with sucking on her skin, leaving only temporary red marks. “Whatever you want. Whatever you’ve been fantasising about in secret. Tell me and I’ll do it, I promise. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to please you.”

She didn’t answer me, her back arching upwards, her breasts thrust up into the air. Sometimes body language is a whole lot more eloquent than words. I smiled to myself, scooping her up into my arms, right before I slid her zipper down.

Chapter 10

Freya

Just for tonight, I told myself over and over like a mantra. The relief I’d felt when we left the ballroom was dizzying, but then again, so was he.

Adam was not the guy I saw on the TV, playing in the background at my parents’ house. He was not the guy in the photos in the newspaper or on social media. There was something seriously… intense about him, and not just in those electric blue eyes. It was like this wasn’t a one-night stand for him or something. He’d said something about dating, about seeing where this took us, but surely if that was the case, we wouldn’t be here.

Yet somehow I couldn’t imagine sitting through dinner and a movie, not when this was on offer. He was golden brown and blond, palomino colouring, and so fucking beautiful.

It wasn’t his body, the very impressive muscles that he was low-key flexing, but the way he responded. He watched everywhere I touched him and made small involuntary sounds in response. I knew when he wanted my hand to slide lower by the flex of his hips, and then his hand had slapped over when I touched what were apparently sensitive nipples, stopping me from doing that. But most of all it was how much all of this was. I felt like I was drowning in him, in his kisses, in his responses and mine and I couldn’t let that happen.

The women in the bathroom, I hadn’t liked what they had to say, but I couldn’t help but agree with it. Not the gay part, that was clearly not true, but me. I wasn’t WAG material, not that I was looking down on someone who wanted that. Some people were great in the spotlight, but not me. I was much more comfortable kicking it in the background and that’s where I wanted to stay. I said Adam was like the sun and right now I was Icarus, flying too close to him. The wax on my wings was starting to melt, but I was sure I’d be able to pull back in time. So when he slid down my zipper, I wriggled free of the dress gladly, needing to get my fill of his golden glow, then slip free before I got burnt.

“What’s this?” he said, his eyes gleaming as he saw the bustier Jack had made me wear.

“Great for your tits, babe,” she’d assured me, “and ones like yours can’t just free ball it.” She grabbed her own breasts for emphasis. “And anyway, any guy that sees you in that…”

Will want to swallow his tongue, that’s what she’d said, and she was right. Adam looked at me in the way most people did things like the Mona Lisa or Michelangelo’s David.

“Freya, that’s… fuck.” He reached out to touch and then stopped himself and I wished he hadn’t. “That’s… fuck.”

I took pity on him, grabbing those massive hands and placing them on the lace-covered mounds, but he got the message real quick and took over. Somehow he managed to scan every inch of my breasts with those blazing blue eyes and then do this.

I was aware nipples worked to arouse people, but twiddling my own just didn’t do much. I felt like I was trying to tune an old-school radio, find that elusive signal, but the moment his thumbs pressed the points into his forefingers, the shot of pleasure had my whole body stiffening.

“Like that, huh?” He sounded confident, cocky and grinned down at me as he went to work. “So what about this?”

He pinched them tighter, just to the point of pain, but I couldn’t complain, because that intensity just made the pleasure flare brighter. My thighs spread and he shoved his massive body between them. I felt tiny, dwarfed by him, but that didn’t matter, because each slow rub of his thumbs over my nipples had me panting like an insane person.

“Freya?”

“Uh?” I wasn’t capable of conscious thought, the feel of him and the lace abrading my nipples driving me fucking insane.

“Freya?”

“Yes.”

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