Brody
I get into position, going on all fours. Feeling playful, I wiggle my ass suggestively at Jim. I turn my head over my shoulder to see his hand rising. Jim delivers a stinging slap, making me jump. More, I utter, wordless. Jim’s hand comes down in even successions—each smack heavy and calculated. My skin burns, feverishly hot. I’m panting, wanting to see Jim’s handprints all over my skin. Yummy souvenirs.
“Will you behave now?” Jim asks, voice controlled.
He palms the new welts on my ass, the motion gentle, caring, and unexpected. Would I like another repeat of that unexpected spanking session? Hell yeah, but I want next time to be different. Mix it up. Me over his knees, with Jim’s huge hand pinning my hands down, while his other dishes out the punishment I crave.
“I’ll try,” I answer, the brat within me contained for now. Jim walks away and comes back with a tube of lube. I decide to play nice. “Please?”
He chuckles, clearly not fooled, but nonetheless positions himself behind me. Jim pushes my legs wider, exposing my striped ass and waiting hole. Just like that, I’m getting hard again. Incredibly horny—the strange things this man does to me. I can’t put a name to these feelings yet. I’m afraid to know. All I want to do now is enjoy the ride.
Jim drizzles a generous amount of lube down my crack, and slides a wet finger in, all the way to his knuckle. I breathe in anticipation. Bastard takes his time, banging me with one finger. Two. He curls and twists them in me, until I’m buckling and begging him to get on with it.
“You need to learn patience.” He grunts.
“Teach me then,” I dare say. The implication of my words isn’t hard to miss—will there be a next time?
Jim says nothing, but continues readying me for his access. His answer can wait. When I feel his tip brushing against my puckered opening, I let out a sigh.
“Finally. Ride me rough, baby.”
Jim miraculously complies. He fastens his hands around my hips, and enters me in one smooth motion. A moan ripples out of me. Jim fills me completely, eliminating any other logical thought left in my head, helping me forget Josh completely. This, I think, is the reason I came back home—to meet Jim. For him to lock our bodies together in a tight fit.
“Fuck,” Jim hisses, balls brushing against my ass.
“Yeah,” I agree, breathless. Jim begins to move, slow at first, before building a rhythm. I urge my muscles to clench, to pull him further inside each time he breaches me.
“You’re so fucking tight, Brody.”
Jim. Ever the romantic werebear, but who needs poetry when our bodies can do all the talking?
“And you feel so fucking amazing,” I reply.
I can almost imagine Jim shaking his head.
“Crass pup.”
“Just the way you like me, you do like me don’t you?”
Jim grunts in answer. My interest in our conversation wanes when Jim begins picking up speed. My balls draw in tight against me. Jim worsens the pressure building inside me by reaching to my throbbing prick. He glides his fist up and down my shaft, in tune with his thrusts. My wolf hovers on the surface of my skin, fever hot, seeking to tangle itself with Jim’s spiritual bear.
Mine. Yours. The beasts seem to say, wiser than us humans who can’t seem to make up our minds.
Jim shifts his hips and his next entry makes me gasp, renders every muscle in my body tense. God. Before I can catch my breath, Jim hammers into my prostate again, unforgiving and unrelenting. Jim increases his hand movements, strokes my cock until I’m ready to burst.
“Come all over my fingers, Brody. Do it,” he says.
The domineering bear is so damn cute. He closes his fingers over my captive cock and enters me again. I can feel the swell of his knot pushing outwards, tangling deep in me, and binding us in the most intimate way only shifters are capable of.
I let out a long shuddering sigh. My head reels. The pressure inside me cracks open, and I explode once again into his fingers. Fuck, what a rush, having someone control me like this—my reactions, my body. My heart—okay, Brody, let’s not go into that territory right now.
Not long after, Jim follows. He lets out a triumphant roar capable of shaking the very walls of the cabin and making the floors vibrate—I kid you not. Jim empties his load in me, eventually unknotting me. I wonder if his seed will catch, because the sex was unbelievably mind-blowing and nothing that awesome comes without a price.
What kind of babies would we have—pups or bear cubs, both? What the hell is happening to me? I’m a young, virile Omega. Breeding isn’t what I should be thinking of right now. For one, most shifters don’t approve of interspecies mating. Second, I’m too young to be thinking about kids. This has just been one crazy night.
Jim surprises me by catching me before I fall to the floor. He wraps strong arms around me. I want to say he carries me in his arms like a groom, but Jim tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Well, maybe Jim needs a lesson or two in romance. Still, it’s a little sweet he didn’t leave me to snooze on the floor. Jim places me back on his bed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take the couch,” the grumpy bear mumbles, but I grab his arm before he can lumber away.
“Stay with me, be my blanket.”
He growls at that, but nonetheless my charms work. I hear the shower running, and Jim’s huge bulk joining me after. Jim pulls me against his body and I sigh, feeling his thick cock pressed up against my ass. Fucking perfect. That night, I dream of hybrid bear-wolf puppies who look like Jim and I. Good looking bunch of cuties, because let’s face it, the combination of our DNA would be a gift to the world. Snuggling close to my honey bear, I sigh and let my imagination take root.
The next morning, I wake up alone. The sound of the shower soothes me. Yawning, I stretch. Feeling languid, I flop back in bed and wait for Jim to come out. By the time Jim steps out, gorgeous body still dripping wet and only wearing a towel around his waist, I’m still lying down.
“Yummy bear for breakfast,” I say, licking my lips.
Jim glowers at me. “You’re not up yet?”
“Don’t be such a grumpy bear. It’s early, plus you didn’t invite me to join you in the shower.”
Jim ignores my suggestive statement. “It’s nearly eleven. Don’t you have things to do? Like go back to school?”
I snort. “Please. I’m on vacation, and my friends probably told my mom where I am.”
“Aren’t you leaving?” Jim asks, finally running out of excuses.
“Why? Kicking me out already?” I wiggle my brows suggestively at Jim. In a dramatic voice, I say, “I thought we had something special, honey bear.”
“Don’t call me that.” Jim snarls. “So you’re staying?”
“I figured you could use some company. Maybe I can even persuade you to head back to town with me. Have some breakfast?”
“What part of one-stand night don’t you understand, pup?” Jim demands. I enjoy the sight of my bear lumbering to his drawer to dress. Nice.
“Yum yum,” I say when he tugs on a pair of jeans. He ignores me and pulls a shirt over.
“I have work to do,” Jim says shortly.
“Am I a bother?” I ask in an innocent voice.
He glares at me. “Shoo, pup.”
I stick a tongue out at him. “Throw me out then.”
He glowers at me. Stamps his foot and makes threatening growling noises, but I stubbornly stay put. “Look, big guy. I want to know you better, and deep down, you want to know me better too.”
“I don’t,” Jim says automatically.
“Of course you do. Otherwise, you would have tried harder to toss me out.” I hit a point. After some more grumbling, Jim consents. Goody. I’m working my magic on my honey bear.
“Don’t get in my way.” He says.
Of course, I plan on following him around and annoying him. Maybe insert a couple of sexy times in between. I rise from the bed, noticing Jim’s gaze on my body. Flashing him a grin, I show Jim my half-erect cock.
“What do you say to another shower, big bear?”
“I’ve already had one,” Jim says, not getting it.
I sigh. “Come on. I can wash your back and you can do mine. I’ve always imagined what it’s like, getting fucked against the shower tiles.”
That catches Jim’s attention. I grin at the bulge in his jeans. “Come on, bear. Don’t you like some of this hot stuff?”
“I should stuff my cock in that mouth of yours,” Jim threatens.
“Ooh. Sexy and dominating, I like.”
“You’re impossible.” Jim says, regarding me. He tugs off his shirt, making my heart beat a little faster. “Get in, pup. You’re going to regret this.”
“That’s what you think, because I’m pretty sure I’m going to enjoy it.” Jim’s bathroom is surprisingly modern and huge, and comes with complete sanitary ware and killer tub and shower. Damn. I can get used to this.
Jim joins me in the generous shower enclosure soon after.
“This dirty pup needs a good scrubbing.” I smirk at his frown. Laughing, I turn the shower on, spraying both of us with water. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. Jim pulls me to his broad, hard chest a second later. Feeling his slick skin against mine, I groan. Jim’s hand wanders between our bodies. He squeezes my member, gliding his fist up and down. Slow and fast.
Then he stops, frustrating the hell out of me. I groan, but Jim smiles a predatory smile. He points to his feet. Understanding, I kneel and service him. He fists my hair, and I fucking love this. The pressure of his insistent tugs, my knees kissing the cold tiles and Jim’s incredibly warm and aroused body. I bob my head up and down, marveling at how quickly Jim thickens. He pulls out and helps me to my feet.
“Hands on the wall,” he orders in that firm voice that makes me shudder.
I obey and feel him a second later. Jim steps out of the shower quickly and comes back with lube. He readies my asshole, widening it for his access with his wet fingers. After drizzling more lube down my crack, Jim wraps his arms around my waist and enters me.
He fucks me the way I want—hard and deep. Remembering my body the night before, Jim finds my sweet spot and locks in. He knots me again, binding our bodies in an incredibly intimate way. Jim wraps his fingers around my cock. We both come in a matter of minutes, with me screaming out Jim’s name. Jim empties his load in me and unknots me.
Boneless, I nearly slide against the wall, expiring out of pleasure, but Jim holds me against him, steadying me on my feet. I remember my dream the night before—the little cubs and pups running around in their animal forms. Oh fuck me.
Heaven can’t help me now, but I think I’m beginning to fall in love with this grumpy bear.
* * * *
Later, I plop myself beside Jim, wide awake. He groans when I poke at him. It takes a couple of times, but he wakes, grumbling. Jim opens bleary eyes at me, then mumbles, “oh hell, you’re not a dream, pup.”
“Hey! What, don’t tell me you regret last night.”
“No,” Jim automatically mutters. I squeak when he pulls me close. Feeling the hard warm mass of him, I let out a happy sigh and wiggle close to him.
“Stop moving and be quiet.”
I snort. “I’m not a pillow and besides, I can feel your woody pressing against the curve of my ass.”
“Bears need a proper eight hours of sleep.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble buddy, but it’s almost ten hours now.”
That jolts Jim awake. He mumbles some more... a habit of his? It’s pretty cute too, but it seems like our intense sexy times managed to break some barrier. At least he doesn’t seem to be interested in pushing me away anymore. Good, because I don’t plan on scooting over. Maybe we’re just two men, desperate and needy for company, but I think we’re the right sort of company for each other.
“Thinking much?” Jim finally asks, nuzzling my neck.
“About last night. That was some wild, unbelievable sex.” I feel him tightening his arms around my body. Was Jim afraid to put a label to what happened last night? It certainly wasn’t a fluke, if our beasts have anything to say about it. My wolf nudges his bear, and unlike us cowardly humans, they happily curl around each other. Perfect fit.
“It was,” Jim says cautiously.
“So...” I trail off, and then turn so I’m facing Jim. He looks me in the eye, bonus points to Jim for not running for the hills. “Is that it, just one wondrous bang?”
“I,” Jim falters. I can sense his hesitation, but at least he doesn’t close himself off completely.
“Look, I’m here for a couple more days. Let’s do this the traditional way.”
Jim raises his eyebrow, as if he doubts I do anything the old way. Well, I did worm my way into his life.
“Let’s date. Spend some time with each other. Do the things humans do, like wake up late, head to town for waffles—”
“No waffles or town,” Jim says shortly. Seeing my hurt look, he says, “yes to everything else.”
“Well,” I let out a sigh of relief. “We can slowly work towards that goal.”
Jim glowers.
“Come on, big bear. Admit I’m the most exciting thing that ever happened to you in a long time,” I whine.
He sighs. “I can’t deny you make...a certain impression.”
“Good or bad?” I press, drawing circles on his chest with my fingertips, aware of his cock and mine thickening.
“I don’t know yet.” Jim grunts when I reach below and begin pumping his shaft. Then I draw away, laughing as he snarls at the unfinished business.
“Come catch me!” I playfully tease, running to the shower again.
Hearing him lumber after me while he grumbles about hyper pups needing to behave, I grin. It’s going to be an interesting next few days. Naturally, Jim finds me waiting in the shower, and decides to have me for breakfast.