Page 74 of The Grizzly Situation
My revenge was swift, and it came in the form of Eddie, who was telling me how he was swinging and kept pumping his legs, wanting to get higher. Of course, like a five-year-old, he was demonstrating and kicked Uly in the side of the head. He backed off real fast when Uly squawked. Eddie kept saying how sorry he was, and I had to keep from laughing at Uly’s frown.
“Did you find your fork?” I teased.
“Yes,” he grumped, rubbing a hand along his hairline.
“I’m sorry, Momma!” Eddie whimpered, then tears were streaming down his cheeks. Uly was there in a heartbeat, stroking a hand over his back and murmuring to him to calm down. He hadn’t hurt him, and he wasn’t angry. It took a few minutes to get him to realize Uly really wasn’t upset, and not long after he was mostly back to his usual self, though a bit more subdued. I think that’s what had him keyed up and needing extra stories.
I’ve never read so fast in my life.
After they finally drifted off, I went to Uly’s room. He wasn’t there. My heart thudded as I realized I knew where he was. Or hoped I did. I opened the door to my room, and there, laying back on the bed, naked, with his legs spread was Uly. And he was giving me the most stunning come hither smile. I stepped inside, closed and locked the door with a soft snick. He was up and on me before I could say anything. His hands were grabbing at my clothes, trying to tear me out of them while his mouth was claiming mine as his personal property. It was fucking heaven to feel his warm skin against me, but I needed to be naked too.
I put him on the floor, despite his pout, and peeled off my clothing, throwing it in a haphazard pile to be dealt with later. Uly’s gaze was transfixed on me, darting up and down, taking in what he’d only seen prior to a shift.
“Do I look okay?” I asked, my throat suddenly dry.
He got up and stalked toward me. I’d never been nervous before. At least not like this. I wanted to look good in Uly’s eyes, to let him see that I could care for him. Love him. Be his home. Be a home for our family. Daddy. Babies. And Momma. At least until the boys figured it out.
“Uly, I?—”
He reached where I was standing and cupped my balls in his hot hand, stroking them gently. I stared into that beautiful blue ocean and could see the storm rising in them.
“So we’re clear here, I’m nearly one hundred percent virgin. I’m going to ask you to hold off on going bear for a bit. At least until I’m used to these feelings I’m having. This isn’t about you at all. It’s me and my fear of pain. I want this, Brent. More than I think I wanted anything before. To be with you. Under you. But I need time to adjust. Is that okay?”
I reached out and stroked the pad of my thumb over his cheek. “As long as you need,” I swore. “I would no more hurt you than anyone else in my life.”
“Okay.”
Then he dropped to his knees and put the head of my cock into his mouth. It took everything in me to not thrust deep or grab his head and hammer away. I hadn’t had sex in so long, and my bear remembered how amazing it was. Instead of going wild, I focused on what Uly was doing. How good he was making me feel. I slid my fingers through his silky hair, then pumped gentle, shallow thrusts into that delicious heat. It would take a miracle to avoid shooting off in his mouth. Especially when he dipped his tongue into my slit, probably sampling the precum that was flowing from me.
“Mmm,” he moaned, staring up into my eyes.
He pulled off, and I wanted to protest, but then he started licking the head like it was an ice cream cone, a wicked grin on his face.
“This is delicious,” he said, swiping his tongue over it again. “Must be all the sweets you eat.”
Teasing little bastard. Time to give him a taste of his own medicine. I reached down, put my hands beneath his armpits, and hauled him up until he was staring in my eyes. Then I dumped him on the bed, and he gave a squeak of protest.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
I smirked at him. “Gonna eat me something sweet.”
Now I had never in my life sucked a dick. Thought about it plenty of times when I was younger, yeah, but never actually did the act. I marveled at Uly’s. About six slender inches with a flared top, it fit my hand perfectly. I leaned over and gave it a lick and a gasp escaped me. How’d it taste? Let’s just say chocolate was now my second favorite flavor.
I peered up and found Uly smiling at me. A wave of warmth washed through my body, knowing I was giving this man—my mate—pleasure.
“Am I doing okay?” I asked, nervous that I wasn’t living up to his ideals.
He reached a hand out, dropped it on the top of my head, and dragged it back down to his dick. I got the hint. Opening my mouth wide, I engulfed his cock, which led to my new favorite sound; Uly whimpering. It was so freeing hearing it. Knowing that he was enjoying what I was doing.
Now don’t get me wrong. Growing up, I had seen more than my fair share of gay and bi porn. I knew the basics of stuff, but never practiced it. Today that would change. I pulled off his dick and moved my head down to his balls, then popped one of them into my mouth and laved it gently.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “Brent, please don’t stop.”
I had no intention. I knew Uly had wanted to suck me, but I was aware he would have made me cum and I wanted that edge there to keep me focused on taking care of him. I movedto the other ball, following the same pattern. While I was giving his testicle some attention, I slipped a finger into my mouth and got it wet. This part had me nervous. I had thick digits, and the thought that I was about to slide one of them into Uly’s tiny, tight pucker had me worried I could hurt him.
Then it dawned on me. I had lube for my own masturbation sessions—which I’d been using a lot of since Uly arrived. I reached out and tugged open a drawer. There, on top, in a gold squeeze bottle was my favorite slick. If Uly noticed, he didn’t say anything. As I continued to swirl my tongue around his sac, I opened the tube and squeezed a dollop onto my fingers. Honestly, I really wanted to make this last, but I needed Uly too badly. Maybe I’d be able to go at a slower pace the second round. Or third. Fine, definitely the fourth.
“Uly, can I slip a finger into your hole? It might hurt, and if it does tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”
