Page 193 of Call the Shots
My heart kicked up a notch when I realized he was watching me, unfazed.
Unfazed?
“Something’s off,” I mumbled.
“So tight,” he murmured. “I love stretching you out.”
His words scorched. It was hard to remember why I’d been so upset with him. It was hard to focus at all. I put my hands on his shoulders, flustered. “You’re breaking my concentration.”
“Aw.” Bear trailed his fingers up my spine. “You’re so cute when you’re upset.”
What the fuck is happening?
Bear kissed my neck like we were just making out in the Colo and he wasn’t halfway inside me, breaking me down. My pantingwasembarrassing—did I always sound like this? Why wasn’t Bear joining me?
“Have you ever cum from riding?” he asked.
“No—no.”
“We’ll find your spot.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about until Bear coaxed me to grind on him. Fuck, it was so much better. It had everything to do with howfullI was, melting on top of him, where reality separated from the dreamworld on his lap.
“Oh,fuck,” I cried out. “Oh—oh my god?—”
“There you go, baby. Fuck yourself with my cock.”
I could feel how intense the orgasm would be. My eyelids fluttered and I gripped him, breathless from my impending climax.
“Done,” he said, and all motion came to a halt.
My muscles clenched without release and I flailed, thrown back to reality. “What?”
“Finished. Stop.”
“I didn’t finish?—”
“You’re not going to finish. Have you heard of cock warming?”
My hips rocked, trying desperately to get back to heaven, but his huge hands splayed across my thighs, holding me down. I couldn’t get the friction I was desperate for—I couldn’tmove.
“What the fuck?” I gasped.
“Cock warming is something I haven’t tried yet,” he continued, unperturbed. “The only thing you’ll be is my cock sleeve for the next hour.” I didn’t understand, I just wanted to cum. I tried grinding on him, but he smiled. “Bad girl, don’t move.”
“I—I can’t move?”
“You’re my toy. You don’t do anything without my permission.”
I was breathing so hard, I could see spots in my vision. “Bear—” Tears welled up. “I—I?—”
“I read about it online. Most people do this after they cum together, but I figured this would be more interesting.”
“Please, fuck me,” I begged. “Please, I—I can’t?—”
“Keep talking like that, it turns me on.”
My eyes widened and I pushed back on shaky hands. Bear was supposed to be spiralingwithme. “What the fuck is happening?”
