Jade Crew: Forgotten Bear (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Ridgeback Bears Book 3) (10 page)

They got out, he went left, they went right, and Russell almost broke the handle on her door he turned it so quickly once the card was swept through the reader and the light flashed green.

“Easy. Gently,” she teased, her hands saying the opposite as she all but pushed him into the room.

Her winter jacket was already undone and it slid off at the same time that she deposited her boots on the floor. Russell took slightly longer, just enough to earn a reproachful glare at his tardiness.

“Slowpoke,” she said, pirouetting slowly to show off her figure to him, before stripping her shirt off as she slowly walked toward the bed.

“Coming,” he said as he watched her bra land next to it.

His shirt and pants flew across the room as he pursued his mate, catching up to her quickly and wrapping his long arms around her, pulling her back into him. The feel of her soft flesh against him was like exquisite agony, it felt so perfect, but it only left him wanting more of it. Russell knew he would never get tired of feeling her pressed up against him, and his cock agreed mightily as it strained to be set free of his boxers.

“Your hands are so warm,” she gasped as he softly cupped her breasts from behind. He nipped gently at her ear, eliciting a small moan of appreciation at his attention to her whole body. “Actually, everything about you is warm,” she said as he pressed into her more.

Gwen melded her body to his as he gently ran his fingers in circles around the hard buds of her nipples, teasing them the way she had done to him earlier. Meanwhile, his hot breath washed over her neck as he kissed his way along her shoulders, every so often taking a slight bite of the smooth, soft skin there. Each time she jolted in his arms, but he held her tight, refusing to let her turn to face him.

Her hand reached back, grabbing his cock. As she got it, Gwen spun within his arms, and made to drop down to her knees.

“Wait,” he commanded, using his strength to bring her back to her feet until they were once again staring almost eye to eye.

“What?” she said, confusion and insecurity waging war in her eyes, the desire banished for the moment.

“You had several drinks tonight, to the point where you couldn’t drive,” he said, starting to say that perhaps they should wait until morning.

“Oh,” she said, smiling. “I thought you were going another route. I probably
could
have driven, but I did the smart thing, since you were there. As for this,” she said, glancing down at his state of undress and hers, which was less far along, since her pants still remained on. “This was planned, or at least hoped for, before I touched any alcohol.”

“Are you—”

“And I’m a grown woman. Three drinks don’t affect me, although I do appreciate your concern.”

He did, reminding himself that she was almost six feet in height, a perfect match in size for him, but also consisting of enough body mass that she was unlikely to be experiencing clouded judgment.

“Now,” she said, a mischievous grin playing across her face as she allowed her hormones to flow once more. “Do you have any other objections?”

She dropped smoothly to her knees in one motion, putting her face so close to his cock he could feel her breathing on it.

“None at all,” he said promptly.

“Good.” She pulled the front of his boxers out and over his cock, letting them fall to the floor on their own. He removed them from his legs entirely, because Gwen was too entranced with his cock.

“Wow.”

Russell smiled. “Well, if you wanted to inflate my ego to massive proportions, I think you just did.”

“I don’t think it’s your ego that’s the only thing of massive proportions,” she said, reaching out to grasp the shaft of his cock.

“I’ll go slowly,” he promised as she suddenly looked apprehensive for a moment, no doubt contemplating how he would fit inside of her.

“It’ll work,” she agreed. “Just go
really
slow.”

“Of course,” he said, the last word turning into a hiss as she took the tip of him into her mouth. Her warm tongue flicked across the underside, right where his head joined to his shaft, finding the ultra-sensitive spot. He groaned loudly, unafraid to show his pleasure with her.

Gwen renewed her attack as he continued to do so. Russell had never felt shy about expressing himself during sex, and Gwen appeared to appreciate that. He grunted in surprise as she suddenly shoved him as far down her throat as possible. It was only a little more than halfway, but he had to admire her gusto.

“That’s going to take some practice,” she commented, removing him.

“You can practice as often as you want,” he said dryly as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft. “Holy hell woman, that feels good.”

Her moan of approval drove him wild. Sensing that all of the teasing from earlier had left him with a short fuse, she grabbed his hips and without taking her mouth off his cock, pulled him around until she could sit him on the edge of the bed.

“Gwen,” he groaned as she worked his shaft, adding in one, then both hands as her saliva covered him entirely. He encouraged her along, making affirmative noises as he told her he was getting close, but never once did she remove him from her mouth.

He groaned loudly and then his legs began to shake as she took him over the edge, her movements never ceasing. She didn’t speed up either, and in fact kept the same rhythmic pace to her motions as he exploded within her mouth.

A moan from between his legs as he came for her drove him wild. It was so incredibly unexpected and sexy that the moment she pulled back gasping for breath, he reached down and picked her up, using his strength to manhandle her with an ease he knew she had never before experienced.

“These need to be off, now,” he commanded, removing her pants none-too-gently. He was
almost
positive that they didn’t rip, but he didn’t stop to check.

“What are you—”

Her voice cut off as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue searching, exploring her swollen, soaking flesh. Taking his time, he ensured that he kissed, licked, or touched everywhere before focusing in on her clit. He wanted to return the favor as best he could.

In moments his face was delightfully coated with wetness as he found and began to excite her most sensitive spot. At the same time, he slipped one, then two fingers inside of her, curling them up to find the soft spot of ecstasy within her.

“Just like that, Russell,” she said.

Hands ran through his hair, pulling him tight into her so that he would be forced to continue. Tremors ran through them so violently that he could feel it. Her entire body began to shake as he continued his savage yet ultimately restrained and constant attack on her. He increased speed slightly as she got closer, and then once more, until he could tell that she was rushing full-speed to climax.

His cock hardened as he glanced up at her, watching her eyes fly open as her walls tightened around his fingers. It was the most beautiful thing he could imagine at that moment, and intensely arousing. She froze for just a second, and then she exploded into motion and sound, her moans and cries bouncing off the walls, filling the room with noise as she orgasmed under his attention.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” she said, her lungs heaving as she spoke for the first time as her senses returned to her.

“Do you need a moment?” he asked, rising to his feet, still between her legs. “Or?” he looked down.

“Already?” she said in disbelief.

He pressed his hard cock softly between her legs, letting it become covered in her wetness. “If that’s okay with you?” he asked.

Gwen

She nodded, whimpering with nervous delight as he slid her back into the center of the bed and mounted her slowly.

Mouth dry, she locked eyes with him once more, feeling the power of his stare as his cock came to rest against her. His hips pressed forward slightly, pushing aside the swollen folds of flesh and entering inside.

Her eyes flew open. “Oh,” she said with a gasp as the first few inches slid inside. “Holy shit.”

She bit her lip and looked down between them. There was still quite a ways to go, but she couldn’t help but watch as his cock slowly disappeared inside of her. She stopped him twice more, waiting to adjust around his girth, shocked almost by his thickness as she was the length.

“Are you okay?” he asked, freezing after she let out a small noise of pain.

Gwen nodded. “You’re big, but it feels oh so good,” she told him, thrusting her hips at him slightly to prove her point.

Finally, after an eternity of slow, constant inching, his hips met hers, and he was fully inside of her. They didn’t move for several minutes as she became used to him.

“Okay,” she whispered into his ear.

Slowly, with excruciating deliberateness, Russell withdrew. Her throbbing insides missed each and every inch of him as he pulled back, leaving her feeling empty and unfulfilled.

“Not nice,” she said with a hiss.

“I know,” he told her, before smothering her lips with his as he thrust back inside in one slow motion, never stopping until their hips touched again.

Her nails dug into his back as the pleasure of having him within overwhelmed her senses. As Russell continued his slow, methodical onslaught, she heard a voice—one that sounded suspiciously like her own—ordering him to move faster, to
fuck
her. Gwen didn’t want him to make love to her, she wanted him to give it to her hard, and fast.

Russell, being a male, was more than eager to show her what he had.

“Hold on,” he commanded, forcing her to wrap her hands around his neck and keep her legs clinging to his body. Sliding over, he brought her to the edge of the bed, then stood up next to it.

Then with casual ease he leaned forward, picked up her waist, and held her there. Gwen’s back arched so that her shoulders were still on the bed, but the rest of her was at his hip height, a foot or two above the bed.

She wasn’t sure how it would work, but Russell’s first stroke almost sent her into oblivion as it rubbed perfectly against her insides.

“Holy hell!” she cried as he picked up speed. Her hands shot out to either side, fingertips splayed at first. They slowly closed into fists, grabbing onto the comforter for dear life as Russell proceeded to pick up speed, slamming into her repeatedly. He reached a frenzy and then he stayed there, not changing anything, letting her fall into the rhythm of his thrusts.

It took no more than a couple of minutes for her body to begin to shake and tremble in anticipation. Russell, she saw, had been waiting for that moment. With his one hand holding her effortlessly under her lower back, his other hand began to slowly rub against her clit.

“I’m going to—” the rest of her words were lost in a cry of ecstasy as her back flexed into its fullest arch as pressure erupted from between her legs. She bucked and heaved as it flowed down her legs, through her core and up into her head. Yet Russell held her aloft, never wavering in his rhythm. Moments after the first climax rolled through her body she was assaulted with the waves of another.

“Okay, okay!” she cried, struggling for breath as he slowed to a halt, letting her bask fully in the warmth of yet another orgasm.

“I think—”

Gasp
.

“I need—”

Gasp
.

“To go—”

Gasp
.

“Slower.”

“Whatever you command,” he said, his rich voice filled with excitement.

Picking her up without ever leaving her, he swung around and lay back on the bed himself. Sensing what was coming, Gwen tucked her legs back so that she ended up straddling him, in full control of their movement now.

“Just give me a second,” she said with a tired smile, leaning in to kiss him briefly before simply resting herself on his broad, muscular chest.

“Take your time,” he whispered into her ear. “We have all night to explore each other.”

“But,” she told him, pulling back so that he could see the sly grin on her face. “I want to explore you now.” She moved her hips against his slightly, enjoying the way his face scrunched up with pleasure.

Still breathing rapidly but no longer heaving, she sat up, affording him a full view of her body. Russell’s eyes traveled to her chest where they paused for some time, before continuing down to where their bodies joined, and then moving back up.

As he came to her chest, she squeezed her arms together slightly, emphasizing them for him.

“Now that’s hot,” he told her, biting his own lip as his eyes devoured her.

She felt extra wetness erupt from within her at the fiery desire she could see boiling within his dark brown eyes. Pressing her weight down onto his chest, she lifted herself off of him slightly, then took him back in. She rotated her hips forward, then back, and repeated the whole motion.

“Fuck that feels good,” he said from under her, his hands under his head. She could see his fists squeezing tight as she moved. She wanted them to do that to her. Reaching down, taking command, she grabbed his hands and put them on her waist. The next time she moved, they squeezed down on her, pulling her tighter to him.

“I want you to cum for me,” she told him, moving herself slightly faster against him. “Please?” she said, giving him her best innocent look.

“Keep doing that, and it’ll take no time at all,” he said through gritted teeth as she continued to ride him, completely in charge of everything and loving it. His cock was hers to do with as she pleased. He’d already fucked her hard, now it was her turn.

Russell let out a warning grunt.

“Yes,” she told him, staring in his eyes, drowning in the sheer pleasure she saw wrought across his face. It was so powerful to know that
she
could bring him to such heights.

His wordless groan exploded from him at the same time as his hips shuddered. She felt his cock pulsing inside of her as warmth flooded between her legs. Gwen didn’t stop moving, continually grinding her hips against him until he came down off his high, completely finished within her.

“Fuck,” he managed to get out before her lips touched his once more. She kissed him vigorously for several minutes before relaxing onto his chest.

As afterglow settled over her, surrounding Gwen like a warm, comforting blanket, she felt her eyes grow heavy. It would be all too easy to simply fall asleep on top of him. Which, she thought dreamily to herself, was the plan. Just not yet.

Forcing herself upright, she gave him another gentler kiss, melting her body into him as he returned it passionately.

“Shower?” she asked between kisses.

His reply was less words than an agreeable sound.

On the way to the shower though, he stopped her.

She looked over her shoulder to see what he wanted. “Yes?”

“Is your shower big enough?” he asked.

“For?” Then her eyes traveled downward.

“We’ll have to find out,” she said with an evil grin, reaching her hand back until she found what she was looking for. “Come along then.”

Russell made a somewhat panicked-sounding noise as she tugged him along, but he followed her across the room to the bathroom without complaint.

She was sure he was going to take charge the moment she let go, but for the time being, Gwen was more than happy to show her man what she wanted.

Her man.

Neither of them had spoken about it, but the implication that they were now “with” each other was unspoken. There was no need to outright declare it, at least not to others. That would come in its own time, when Russell could figure out whatever it was that was truly bothering him about Garrett and his crew.