Page 67 of Mark Us Little Bear
“Did I break something?” Ronnie mumbles.
“No, you’re good.” I situate him on the mattress and tug off his shoes. “I would’ve spanked you for this but you’re too sleepy.”
“You love spanking,” he whispers with eyes closed and two minutes away from falling asleep.
“Yes, I do.”
Amber disrobes her clothes and chucks them to the floor before she finds her spot in the center of the bed beside him and falls asleep as her head meets the pillow.
I never brought anyone here after that one time when my dad kicked that boy out. I wanted it to be with the right person, or two.
It sucks that he is not here to ask them the same question.
How much do I excite them?
Amber
My phone flashes nine-thirty at night as I lift it, my eyes adjusting to the strong light it projects. I blink long and hard, setting it aside. Ronnie sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing his head and yawning.
Bradley.The realization dawns on me like a nightmare.
I channeled my anger into that slap but kept some of my rage at bay. It struck me the moment it was over and all I could think of was “How could I do this to him?” Him. They are the two rays of sunshine who lit up my darkness and grabbed me tightly by the throat so I couldn’t escape. When I hurt one, I hurt the other. I never want to do that.
“What are we doing tonight?” Bradley breaks our comfortable silence.
I jump out of bed and attack him. “I’m so sorry,” I pull his head down and pepper him with kisses, every speck of skin across his face gets that treatment.
“I’m okay but I’m not going to stop you.” He groans softly, body sagging into mine. “Since my plans are ruined for today do you want to see me play the drums?”
“Yes.” I happily clap my hands.
A blank expression is all he gets from Ronnie who is still trying to figure out what happened since his day drinking.
Jogging down the stairs, the house is quiet while everyone is still asleep. As we enter the basement my eyes scan it swiftly. Except for a few boxes that sit by the corner there’s only a drum set, two guitars, a pool table, and a mini-fridge.
Bradley drops himself on the stool next to the drum set, grabbing the drumsticks that rest on the snare. I can tell that he is one of those crazy drummers who play with their entire body and break sticks every few minutes. “Come here Bear, sit on my lap.” His finger moves in a “come here” motion.
A sheepish grin breaks across my face, excitement tickling at my fingertips. The warm floor under my bare feet delivers me toward him. I straddle his lap, looping my limbs around his taut back—the little girl inside me giggles and sways from side to side.
A few lazy waves fall elegantly over his forehead as he gazes down to where my underwear presses against his bulge.Yes, I’m only wearing my underwear and a shirt, I borrowed from you.I nudge his chin upward, propelling him to lean into my kiss.
The warmth of our pressed lips instantly soothes me, and then when he hits the snare behind me without looking, the booming sound rolls, startling me a little. It starts slow and gradually increases, enveloping us with its force.
He cuts the sound abruptly, our kiss too, and my heart thunders against my ribcage. It quickly turns shaky with each bounce he takes. A satisfied grin stretches across his face. The way he makes it work without looking makes it seem so goddamn easy. Pushing me a tad farther, the snare vibrates against my ass as my lips crush Bradley’s again.
Our tongues roll together, tasting the carnal desire within us, craving the touch our souls thirst for. My body tingles. Clit pulsing rapidly.
The beat jolts through him and I’m fucking caught in the middle. Soaking it all up. Marveling at the feel of his impressive cock bouncing against my center repeatedly, the heat he exudes, and every hard cut of him.
Tiny gasps collide with mine. Whimpers and moans too.
The friction is so good against my sensitive clit that I think I will be able to come from that alone.
“Touch yourself.”
My lids unlocking—I can’t remember closing them in the first place.
“Do it,” Ronnie commands again, leaning against the wall beside us where I can see him. My body locks in an icy terror for a brief minute by the paralyzing energy around him. His eyes are like a beacon in my darkened world, heated with desire, longing for human touch.
