Page 194 of Call the Shots
“I jacked off four times to make sure I could do this.”
“What?!”
“Once after practice, once between classes, and I thought I was fine with the third, but I finished number four in the shower to make sure. I’m shooting blanks.” He grinned wide. “My dick’s sore.”
“You’re—you’re kidding?—”
Bear squeezed my hair between his fingers, and the pinpricks brought stars. Gently, he pulled me to him, his lips to my ear. “You’re so gorgeous, I love fucking you. I can feel you dripping to my balls, I love when you’re a mess on my cock?—”
More tears fell. I trembled, overwhelmed. “Bear?—”
“You want to hear me fucking somebody else?”
I froze, but that didn’t change anything. Not his hard cock buried inside me, throbbing for my attention, and certainly not my stalled thought process, shut off with how much of a sensory overload this was.
“Don’t lie to me,” he warned, tugging me back to gaze into my eyes.
Lie, lie, lie.
“June?”
“No,” I confessed, tears rolling down my cheeks.
“You think I like the idea of someone touching you?”
My lower lip wobbled. “No.”
“Then why are you bringing it up?”
“Because—because—”What the hell is the answer?“It’s the right thing to?—”
Bear pushed me away. “Ride me.”
The end of the sentence disappeared as I clutched him, desperate to follow. I rolled my hips, searching for that angle until I found it. I focused on grinding on him, eyes rolling to the back of my head. Bear kept me on this teetering edge, too close to an orgasm and so fucking far away. If I could cum, I could think again.
Close, close, close?—
“Done,” he said, and I tried to push his hands away when he stopped me.
“No!No!”
“You want off?”
“No! That’s not what I said!”
“Do you know why I’m doing this?" He dug his fingers into my hip. "Because this is what it feels like being attached to you. It’s intense. It’s overstimulating. It’s un-fucking-bearable and theonlyrelief I get is from you.”
My head was swimming from the failed orgasms. “Bear?—”
“Why don’t you want me to be with somebody else?”
Lying took the ability to think, an ability I didn’t have anymore. “Because I—I don’t want to share?—”
“That’s what I want to hear,” he murmured.
“I—I shouldn’t be jealous?—”
“Iwantyou jealous.” He drew me closer, hunger in his eyes. “I want you possessive. You have my leash, baby. I don’t want you to give me away.”
