Matthew (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 1) (113 page)

“Hmmph!” Kylie pouted, obviously not liking where this was going. “Well, maybe I can find someone to teach me how to play pinball,” she said as she slammed back another shot and made her way to the pinball machine. Shortly another guy began talking to her there.

“Up for a game of pool?” Craig asked, flashing those perfect white teeth.

“You bet!” Bella said.

“Don’t be afraid to get in there to line up your shot,” Craig whispered in her ear.  She was practically sprawled across the table, trying to land the last shot of the game.  Craig’s hands were on her hips, his pelvis pressing into her gorgeous rump.

Bella pulled back to take her shot, held her breath, and felt something large shift against her backside.  She blew her shot wide, sending the cueball careening off the table to the jeers of the crowd.  She turned around and poked him in the chest. “You did that on purpose with your…thing!”

“Have a heart, he can barely control that thing,” Jerry said, laughing.  He took his shot, winning the game. “That’s game.”

“Oops. Maybe I can make it up to you,” Craig said, leaning in close to Bella and stealing a kiss. His clean-shaven face had that micro stubble that drove Bella wild.  She couldn’t see it but she could feel it.

“Mmm, what did you have in mind?” Bella asked, the liquor and men arousing her.  She leaned fully into Craig, feeling his hard body pressed against her.

“Let’s head to the private room. You can start with Jerry. I like to watch,” Craig said, grinning.

“I should check on Kaylie,” Bella said turning around and looking for her roommate.

Kylie was at the pinball machine, getting eager instruction from the man behind her.  While her hands were on the flipper buttons, his were slipped under the front of her jeans.  Her eyes were closed, and she began to lean over the machine as the man continued his “instruction”.

Shrugging, Bella threw back another shot and took both men by the hands and walked to the closed door at the back of the clubhouse.  Inside a black leather couch and loveseat combo were the only furniture.  Jerry pushed her down onto the couch and jumped on top of her while Craig sat in the loveseat to watch.

Jerry’s peeled off her blouse and his mouth went to her breast.  She threw her head back and closed her eyes as he suckled.  As his tongue swirled against her nipple, she felt each taste bud press against her swollen areola.  His teeth began  to playfully nibble, first on the breast as a whole, then working their way down to her erect nipple.  She began panting, her chest rising and falling.  He used his teeth to hold her nipple in place, then assaulted the sensitive tip with his tongue.  He prodded, jabbed and caressed it until she was near the edge of orgasm, then released her sore breast.  Without looking up at her he attacked her other one, carrying out the same torturous ministrations.  He brought her to the cusp of release, but when he felt her body tense up, he released her breast.

“Very nice.  Let’s see the rest of her,” Craig said from his seat.  His massive cock was snaked down his pant leg and was visibly bulging against the denim.  He squeezed it, running his hand down it’s considerable length.  Enjoying the show and taking his time, he was focused on Jerry and Bella.

Bella laid down on the couch and unbuttoned her pants.  Jerry undid her shoes, and she lifted lifted her hips as he slid her pants off.  He looked down at her green form fitting panties, and she wished she’d worn a different color, something with some lace.  Jerry’s hand began at her knee and moved up toward his prize.  As he leaned down to kiss her, his hand cupped her ass cheek.  His eager tongue sought out hers, and he roughly massaged her ass. Without missing a beat, his hand on her ass gripped her panties and pulled them down her legs and off.  Instead of letting Bella’s legs fall open, Jerry held her ankles together and lifted her legs straight up into the air.

“Keep your legs up, you horny little thing,” Jerry said.

“I think she’s already wet for us,” Craig said, leaning forward to leer at Bella’s pussy.

“What’s this?  A single dewdrop,” Jerry said as he flicked his tongue out and stole the bead of lust that had formed on Bella’s sex.  He gently pinched the skin around Bella’s clit and tugged it back and forth, squeezing her button.  Bella arched her neck back against the couch.  Jerry’s tongue traced the outline of Bella’s mound, skipping over her clit.  Soon the single dewdrop had formed a small brook, a damp line running along her entrance down her ass to the black leather of the couch.

Jerry placed his whole mouth around Bella’s sex and sucked in a pulsing rhythm.  She felt like a leaf floating in an ocean tide.  Each time her drew her into his mouth, she let out a small labored breath.  His hands gripped the undersides of her thighs and kept them pointing upwards.  She knew she would have bruises there in the morning, and the thought of post-sex aches the next day made her more excited. She looked sideways and locked eyes with Craig.

“I think she’s warmed up enough,” Craig said, joining her on the couch.  He leaned in close to Bella as Jerry continued working her clit. 

She kissed him, first on the mouth then down his chest.  She stopped to stick her tongue in his belly button.  She was delighted that he was torn between being ticklish and horny, but she didn’t torture him for long.  Her ass out of his reach, he rested his hands on her shoulders, his gently pressure downward an obvious cue.  

She undid his button fly and pulled his long cock out.  She made a tight grip around the base and pulled toward the tip.  A dribble of pre-cum came out as she took the head in her mouth.  The saltiness of his need was a pure sexual thrill for Bella.  Her lips stretched around his shaft, and she bobbed her head up and down.  Her tongue lapped the underside of cock and swirled the head.  She heard his groans and moved her mouth faster.  The deep musk of his cock mixed with the earthy scent of the horse stall.  She felt him tense up.

“Not so fast, partner,” Bella said while gasping for air.  She got on all fours on the couch and resumed sucking Craig, but slowing down her rhythm.  Her fanny up in the air, it was an invitation Jerry couldn’t refuse.

Unbuckling his jeans, Jerry pulled his pants down to his thighs.  He pressed the head of his hard cock against Bella’s entrance.  His copious pre-cum eased his slide into Bella’s wet pussy. He began pounding her as she filled her mouth and throat with Craig.  Jerry’s big arm curled back and smacked her hard on the ass.

“Oomph!” Bella complained, her eyes near watering from the pain.  The more she sucked Craig, the more he grew in her mouth. Her tongue lay across the bottom of his cock, and she swore she could take his pulse.  With every heartbeat his manhood surged, pulsing larger and larger.

Jerry continued his thrusting, pounding her tight wet snatch for all he was worth.  His pace quickened, and he started grunting.  Thrusting one last time as deep as he could go, his cock began throbbing inside Bella.

Bella felt her womb fill with his hot sticky seed.  His dick pulsed four or five times, each time sending more ropes of come into her. She felt him slip out of her and fall back to sit on the couch.  Taking her mouth off Craig’s now full engorged meat, she swapped around and sank her mouth on Jerry’s messy dick.  She admired the thick coating of pearl jam that covered his genitals, and began cleaning him off with her tongue.

Craig mounted her from behind, his massive rod slowing spreading her lips to give her time to adjust to his girth.  He was eager, pushing her to her limit.  The head of his dick plunged into her ribbed canal, no air or light between their skin.

“Holy shit you’re tight. Thank God Jerry already warmed you up,” Craig said, beginning to fuck her in earnest now.

“Yeah, you would’ve split her in half if I wasn’t here,” Jerry said, smiling down at Bella as she sucked on the end of his prick.

Bella’s pussy was on fire, this massive beast of a man ramming into her like a bitch in heat.  The cock in her mouth was just a bonus, and the idea of this firefighter sandwich was too much for her to hold back.  The orgasm that came over her was all-encompassing.  She shuddered as Craig continued to pound into her, stuffing her with his hard hot cock.  Her pussy began spasming, trying to milk the seed from this impressive alpha male mounting her.

“Unnnnh!” Craig cried, throwing his head back and rapidly slamming into Bella while he came.  His massive balls heaved up, the muscle running under his manhood throbbed and gouts of his seed flooded into Bella.  She could feel it squeezing out of her, no more room left considering the amount of cock and semen already inside her.  Globs of it dropped to the leather sofa and began to make a small pool.

When Craig pulled out of her, she felt like some rigid bone in her waist was suddenly gone, and she collapsed.  She let Jerry’s now sparkling clean cock slip out of her mouth.  Craig’s seed oozed out of her onto the couch, but she didn’t even care.  Sleep came for her, and between the thundering fuck and the liquor, she surrendered to it.

MOUNTED IN THE BOARDROOM TITLE PAGE

Mounted In The Boardroom

by

Becca Fanning

MOUNTED IN THE BOARDROOM

Carla sighed as Bill went on another tangent about sales this quarter.  She looked around the boardroom and saw all the old familiar faces.  Was it possible to be 23 and bored with your career?  She realized that the question answered itself. Two years here, hundreds of thousands of dollars in accounts, and no joy.  She adjusted the Bvlgari watch on her wrist, her go-to fidget when she needed a distraction.  It was a gift from her shitty ex Don, who was a year gone from her life.

Damn, had it been a year?  That had other...embarrassing implications.  She wasn't one for random hookups with strangers: there was just a disappointment in most single men in bars.  The more you got to know them, the less you wanted to.  She'd been on a few blind dates put up by friends, but in the end those were more of the same.  She'd gone through four vibrators in the past year, which gave her a sense of pride about her sexuality, but they really didn't satisfy her.  Nothing could match a man.  She felt a slight tingle between her legs.

As she was about to drift off into a daydream, she heard the boardroom door open behind her.

"Ahh, here is Michael Turner, the consultant I was just telling you about." Bill said, gesturing towards the person who just entered.

Shit!  Bill had been talking about a consultant?  A consultant for what?  Carla turned to look at the new arrival and felt her skin grow warmer.  All she saw was deep dark brown eyes scanning around the room.  A smile didn’t touch his lips.  His eyes stopped on hers and she had to look away.  She waited for him to take the open seat near the head of the conference tables, but instead she heard footsteps getting closer.

The chair next to her was pulled out, and Michael sat down.  Sitting next to her, she got a sense of his size.  He towered over her.  She was a petite five-foot-two, and he was easily over six feet.  He had wide Chicago shoulders that brushed against her as he pulled a notepad out of his briefcase.  His light olive skin was evidence of time spent outdoors, and she wondered what his pleasure was?  Surfing?  Rock climbing?  Football?  Carla bit her lower lip thinking about him doing any of these things.  Sweating, grunting, muscles tensing.  She had a feeling she’d need to replace a fifth vibrator before the weekend.

“Now where was I?  Oh yes…” Bill continued.

Carla closed her mouth and inhaled slowly, wanting to savor Michael’s smell.  A fresh clean sandalwood scent overcame her.  In a practiced maneuver, Carla ran her hands through her hair and pushed her flowing shoulder length brown locks behind her neck.  She knew her subtle jasmine perfume would waft over to Michael.  Wait, what was she doing?  She was in the middle of a quarterly sales meeting!  She gave her head a brief shake and tried to focus on the meeting.

“...and if we can bring in two additional distributors in the next year, the projections show that we can expect 9% revenue growth in the next year…” Bill said.  Carla forced herself to pay attention. She brought her latte to her lips and took a drink.  She felt pressure and heat go up against her left leg as Michael let his legs fall open.  His quads and calves were like iron from a furnace, burning with animal potential.  She sputtered coffee back into her cup and coughed as some of it went down the wrong pipe.  She quickly got up and excused herself from the meeting.

In the ladies’ room, Carla checked herself in the mirror.  Her black pants clung to her frame in a flattering way, showing off a rear paid for with a year of kettlebell workouts.  Her white button down blouse followed her hips up to her slim waist, then up to her C cup breasts.  Her makeup still looked great, accentuating her high cheekbones and pixie nose.  Her ruby red lipstick stood out on her pouty lips against her pale creamy skin.  Her hair had a natural lazy curl that let it drape and cascade down her neck.  Happy with what she saw, she stopped at the door, and in a moment of spontaneity, she undid the top button of her blouse.  Her grin lasted until she was pushing open the conference room door.

Quietly re-entering, she mouthed her apologies to Bill, who was still going on about something to do with asset depreciation.  Michael was looking at some paperwork and didn’t look up even as Carla retook her seat next to him.  For a brief moment, Carla saw a smirk appear on Michael’s chiseled face, then it vanished.  The asshole was toying with her!  She felt herself blushing and was relieved when the lights went out and a ceiling mounted projector kicked in.  A line graph appeared on the front wall, and all heads turned to look at it.  All save Michael, who was still nonchalantly looking down at the paperwork in front of him.  His confidence made Carla jealous and more than a little pissed off.  She carefully pulled her left foot close to her, undid the ankle strap on her black wedge shoe and slid her bare foot free.