Bella's Tease: Blue Collar Wolves #4 (Mating Season Collection) (3 page)

To give truth to his earlier words, it didn’t take long for his cock to start perking up, to realize the heaven it was in and decide it needed to play again.

Still keeping it slow and easy, she coaxed him with tongue and teeth and mouth back to full hardness without letting him slip back into the mad desperation that drove him earlier. A final kiss to the head and she pushed back, out of his grasp, before saying, “You can let go now, but stay in that seat.”

He’d just come, and he knew from experience that listening to her was always a good idea, but
damn
if he didn’t want to say fuck it and toss her over his shoulder. Instead he sat there like a good boy, cock hard and ready, and he slouched in his seat, spreading his legs so she could get the best view of what was waiting for her.

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T
here was no
more fucking glorious sight than Bella when she let her body move to the music. Screw master painters and natural wonders.
She
was proof of heaven, because nothing less than divine could have created her.

When she danced, she was seductive and oh she
knew
it. Every flick of her hips teased and tormented and damn near sent him into a frenzy of lust.

Yet there was the other side, when she raised her hands high and tilted her head back, and that peaceful look told how this was part of her. She experienced the rhythm and vibration to the core of her, brought them inside herself and while there, they transformed to create this goddess before him.

Thought she didn’t require it, his fingers curled around the chair arms again, anchoring him and reminding him to stay where he was, because without it, he’d move before she was done.

It was the damndest push-fucking-pull of his
life
, wanting to sit here and watch his sexy mate dance forever and wanting to get up right this fucking second to bring her into his arms and start tasting that sweet body.

But then she turned so her back was to him, and that slinky red dress came down way too easily from her body, so easily she’d never wear it in public again, and all fucking thoughts immediately left his head when she bent over to drag the dress down, which left her ass in the air and pointing at him, and she straightened, back still to him, now only in a red thong and a devilish smile she threw over her shoulder.

All air left his body, concaving his chest and stopping his heart, and fucking shit her hips were moving again, her ass mesmerizing as her hands came to caress it, run her fingers down that thin red line that fell between her cheeks.

“Fuck, baby,”
and how did he still have breath to speak? How did he have brain cells that worked enough to let him form sentences?

She gave a small spin, her gorgeous breasts visible for a moment, and as much as he fucking loved them, right now all he wanted was her ass.

Which she knew. Which she
planned
. Because his woman was brilliant and evil and knew how to fucking drive him out his ever loving mind.

She moved to the pool tables, and hell yeah, they hadn’t had a chance to play on those in a long time, and fucking her on top of it was still one of his favorite memories.

But…she had something in her hands, and when had she grabbed that? When she placed it on the table he found the willpower to take his eyes from her and look at the small plastic bottle she left.

His blood pounded in his ears, everything else in the world blocked out and his senses narrowing to that one tiny bottle.

A bottle of
lube
. A bottle that had been brought up, here and there, but they’d never quite took the next step.

She’d never been shy talking about how much she loved her ass getting played with, and he always showed his appreciation of the finest ass ever created, but somehow it never happened, nothing bought and readied when they wanted to, and too much fun doing so many other things.

Tonight, it seemed that would change.

Iron’s eyes swung back to her, to her mischievous smile and glowing eyes, then to the red thong where even now, she was playing with the straps on her hips.

Now that he knew the score, Bella did nothing but direct his attention to those round, luscious, delectable globes, and he burned from the inside out to go to her, to get his hands and mouth on her.

The song ended, and Bella was leaning over the pool table, legs far apart and ass presented. He was up and out of the chair and leaning over her. Pre-come leaked from the head, and when it brushed against her ass it jumped.

Down boy.
He had to get her ready first, and as fucking in love with this thong as he was, it needed to go. He didn’t rip it from her body, but only because next time he was fucking her while she was wearing it.

This time though, he wanted nothing but skin. And those fucking sex shoes.

Iron placed his hand on her back to keep her still, and he took a moment to see her spread out before him. She made little panting noises, the sweat covering her making her skin dewy and delectable and he fucking leaned down to lick a long line down her spine.

More.
He needed more, because that ass was displayed so nicely, waiting for him, and who was he to ignore the invitation? He rubbed his face against the one firm globe, smiling at the surprised squeal Bella emitted, earning her a nip in response.

Except one nip became two, which became three, which became he was covering every inch of that fine ass, with kisses and nips and long strokes of his tongue, absorbing her cries of surprise which were becoming deeper and more breathy as he went from teasing to determined.

Now he palmed her ass, rubbing those amazing globes before parting, opening up so her asshole was in view. Using the flat of his tongue, he leaned forward and licked.

She jerked up and only his hands on her kept her steady. “Like that baby?”

In response, she wriggled. “You don’t scare me. Come on, baby. I’ve been telling you, I like it being played with,” and then she pushed back, pushed his face into her, demanding he satisfy her every need.

Fucking hell, his bitch was a spitfire. He smacked that ass, keeping her still. “We do this my way. This ass is
mine
to own.”

If she was planning on saying anything else, it was lost when he leaned forward and devoured her, using his fingers to play with her pussy and clit while he kept tonguing her ass. Bella went
nuts
, arching and crying and demanding and pleading, but he held her where he wanted her, earning more cries and pleas to let her move.

The lube was grabbed and a more than generous amount was poured over his fingers. Bella stilled at the sound of the cap opening, and as his fingers began spreading the thick liquid around that little bud, she stilled, her rapid panting making it obvious how excited she was about what was coming next.

One thick finger entered her, and she moaned, long and deep, and
fuck
if that wasn’t the sexiest sound ever created. He kept it to one finger until she started pushing back against him, twisting her hips to get him deeper, get him faster, until he entered two, and then three, with more lube and all the time she needed to bring him deep.

She reached back, clawing at his arm. “Now. Fuck my ass
now
. You own me? You better prove it and give me such a fucking I won’t sit for three days.”

He bit her ass cheek again. “Such a mouthy bitch.”

Her eyes glowed pure fire when she looked back at him. “Fucking
own
my ass
now
,” and thank fuck he had come earlier, or he would have spent himself with the raw fucking sexiness she exuded.

What Bella wanted, she got, and after more lube he pushed in, inch by inch, watching that hole swallow his dick, balls deep like he needed.

A different warmth, a different tightness than her pussy, and goddamn if it didn’t feel like he’d found a corner of heaven he’d somehow missed earlier. Bella threw her head back and let out a long, satisfied groan, reaching back to keep him tight to her.

Iron began moving, small, tight movements at first, but always going deep, always taking it as far as he could, and Bella handled it beautifully, her head twisting and turning and sending her hair flying, hair he wrapped in his fist to pull her head back, using the leverage to keep her still enough so he could kiss her mouth as he rolled his hips to keep driving into her.

She was panting into his mouth, and it was beyond
hot,
the little cries she gave and the tightness of her ass, that fucking
ass
, all his now. He
owned
it, now possessed every inch of her, and that was the right of it, because she owned every single
fucking part
of him.

“So tight, baby,” and his words were breathy, and like fuck if he cared as he pushed in again. “Such a tight ass, and all mine.”

“Fuck yes, yours,
yours.
” She was moving her hips on him, as she had before when she was dancing, using a rhythm only she heard to tease him and bring him deeper. “Do I feel good, baby?”

The question was asked as she rolled her hips, and fuck if he didn’t go cross-eyed.
“Fuck!”

“Yes,
fuck
. Fuck that ass.” Shit, now she was fingering her clit, using her own hand to play with herself while he pounded into her. He loved when she did that, how she took charge of her own pleasure, and those sexy cries while she worked herself and the extra spicy smell of sex had him going even faster, twisting higher. Slowing, he reached a hand under, pushing two fingers into her pussy while his cock still worked that sweet ass.

Tremors shook through her body at her climax, a violent cry torn from her throat, and damn if her body didn’t clamp down hard around him, forcing him to keep working her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” The words were a chant, falling from her mouth without thought, her body straining and stretching under the climax that refused to let her go and pushed her to the edge, and Iron had the fucking front row seats to Bella coming undone.

It took long moments before awareness returned to Bella, before her body became hers again, and Iron was
done
. “Show me, baby. Put those pretty hands on your ass and
spread
.”

Her eyes were still cloudy, but she understood what he was asking, bringing her hands back and spreading her ass cheeks, and he could see clear as fuck, his dick working her ass, driving in and out of that pretty hole. The way it clenched around him, fluttering each time he withdrew as though to bring him back.

And now he was riding that sweet ass, taking it hard and long, and Bella was chanting “Yes baby, fuck it, fuck it hard,” and it was hot and sweet around him, and fucking hell he could see every inch disappear and appear to disappear again, and how the fuck was he supposed to stay sane with something like this, and his bitch, his
bitch
under him moaning and gorgeous and words, “Love when you fuck me. Love it. Love you, baby, love you, love you, love you,” and that was
it
.

Iron pulled out, cock in hand, and with Bella’s hands still keeping that ass wide and cheeks apart, spurted all over her ass – over the cheeks and that sweet little asshole, the come running down to mark over her pussy and upper thighs, blowing the biggest load he’d ever produced, enough come to mark every inch of her, and “Bella, baby, fuck yes, yes, fuck
yesssss, Bella
.”

Iron damn near collapsed on her, catching himself in time to keep himself raised on his forearms above her. Bella was breathless and boneless and he wasn’t any better, and he moved her hair from her neck, kissing the sweat from her skin. “My Bella,” he whispered between kisses. “My
love
…”

Her hand reached forward so she could tangle her fingers with his, squeezing together hard enough he would feel the bruises tomorrow.

Worth it. Worth it.

Heartbeats and breathing returned to normal, and as sexy as she was under him, he needed to get her up and comfortable again. “Stay still for one more minute,” he whispered in her air before getting up to grab two towels from behind the bar, wetting one down in hot water.

By the time he returned to her, the hot towel was now the perfect warm, and Iron wiped his come from her body, drying her off before giving himself a quick clean-up.

As he was tucking himself back in his pants, he stopped to stare as she pulled those red panties back up her thighs before grabbing her dress and pulling it over her head.

If anything, she was sexier now than when he first saw her, skin flushed and hair wild and smelling so strongly of pussy and come and
him
.

“No, bad wolf!” She was smiling, but that finger she was pointing at him was serious. “You better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking.”

There was a simple truth in his life. It was that his mate was the sexiest fucking woman on the planet, and until the minute he died she would always be turning him on, even if it was the minute after he had one of the most satisfying orgasms in the history of the world. It was as true as the sun rising in the morning, and he better accept it now. Iron leaned against the bar and crossed his arms over his chest. “What? Burying my face in your pussy and eating you out until you’re hoarse from screaming so much?”