Naughty But Nice: A Bear Shifter Christmas Romance Read online

  His hands were around my waist pulling me closer to him as his mouth massaged against mine, his tongue flicking in and out of me with exquisite skill tantalizing my own, as we sat on the edge of his bed. I wasn’t even sure how we got there. Everything happened so fast that I didn’t have time to think. Did I really want to have a fling with Tyler? This couldn’t possibly end up being more, could it?

  His mouth moved from my lips down to my chin, and then to my soft throat as he inched down my skin, soft peck after soft peck. His lips were so sweet, his touch so strong, but gentle at the same time.

  Tyler’s hands were moving up under my shirt now, grazing against the skin of my lower back. I was melting under his touch, my skin becoming hot as fire as the passion erupted inside of me. I wanted to go slow and take our time, to really embrace every single bit of the tension we could until we could no longer stand it, but it felt so amazing that I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t hold it back.

  His hands moved up my back then, until they came to the clasps of my bra. Then with one swift move, the clasp was undone and I felt the bra loosen around my breasts. Tyler began to push the straps towards the front and then slowly slid his long, strong fingers back and forth against the itchy spot where my bra had been a moment ago.

  His mouth moved back to my lips and his tongue invaded my mouth forcefully. Slight grunts echoed from him as he became overwhelmingly turned on. I could sense his urgency which attributed to his sweet intensity.

  Tyler quickly removed my blouse and let it slump to the bed. Then he took off the bra and now I was there totally topless, exposed for his viewing pleasure. My large, double D breasts were on full display. Tyler smiled as he looked into my eyes and then to my chest.

  He reached for my breasts, his hands almost trembling with the want and desire for me. I could only imagine how many times he’d fantasized about this moment, how often he’d thought about doing this to me, about touching my breasts, and now he was actually here with me. It was a huge turn on to know that Tyler used to want me far before I wanted him. It was so exciting.

  His hands fondled me slowly at first, kneading my fat, round breasts in his palms, the nipples being tweaked and sending shivers through my spine in rolling waves up and down me. I had to bite my lip hard to keep from screaming in pleasure.

  Tyler’s fingers gently strode up my inner thigh. He was tip toeing with them, letting the tips touch down and slide a little bit before moving along. The sensation was incredible. His fingers were so thick and masculine. It made me wonder about other thick and wonderful things he possessed…

  His mouth kissed me again firmly, this time his sweet, succulent tongue rolled around mine as I tried to push back, I tried to keep up with his. I loved it this way, how he was taking charge and being so dominant. I never would have thought he had it in him, but he had become an entirely new man. He was so far removed from the boy I’d known before. He made me feel truly as feminine as I could. I was putty in his hands and he could do with me as he wished.

  And he did.

  His fingers were now moving up my skirt, past my inner thigh, and nipping at the out edges of my panties. My breathing increased with the anticipation of what he was about to do. His fingers touched the edges, pulled at them gently, and then he slipped one of his meaty digits underneath the fabric.

  I gasped as he continued to kiss me. I opened my eyes right then, meeting his gaze as well. I could see the happiness in those eyes reflecting the happiness that I truly felt as well. He was there with me. He wanted me with a lust that was so pure that I’d never seen it before. I’d only been with a few men, but none of them had ever looked at me that way and it made my body melt. It made my lust burn harder, and I felt like I was going to go crazy without his hard cock inside of me soon.

  His index finger was now pushing against me, but oh so briefly. He touched me and then pulled away. Just enough to tease me. I was so wet. I could feel my moisture being shared with his dry finger as he touched the opening and then retracted his finger just out of reach.

  He kissed me harder, pulled back, and then licked my lower lip before slipping his tongue right back inside of me. I encircled his tongue with my own and sucked on him as my appendage went through its little dance.

  He sucked back on me as well and then touched me with his finger, this time plunging the tip just inside my wet, waiting lips. My opening contracted slightly with the anticipation of his body entering mine, and then he pulled out again.

  Tyler used both hands to pull my panties down to my ankles. He paused a moment before slipping them off. Then he undid my skirt leaving me totally bare and exposed. I was excited to be there for him, nude and wet for him. I leaned back on the bed and spread my legs so that he could see just how ready for him I really was. I was so wet and tight. He’d wanted me for so long. Well, now was his chance. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted any man, and I couldn’t believe how many times I had looked at him before and never once thought about what it might be like to actually be with him.

  Tyler stood up and removed shirt. I was shocked to see his tight, toned, athletic body. He was ripped, but in a very natural looking way. He was lean and muscular with great definition. He slowly removed his pants then, tossing them to the side. He was not wearing underwear surprisingly.

  There he stood totally naked in front of me. He was perhaps the most perfect looking man I’d ever seen. Every inch of his body was tight and hard. All I saw was cut upon cut of lean muscle.

  And then his cock came into view. I gasped as I saw it. He was fully stiff, hard as a rock, and beautiful. It was about ten inches long, and very thick. Wow… I could hardly believe my eyes. But I was ready for him. I wanted that sweet cock inside of me.

  I fingered myself as I waited for him. I couldn’t help it. My pussy was tight, wet, throbbing now, basically gushing for his sweet member.

  He crawled up on the bed, positioned himself between my legs. I wrapped myself around him to hold on tightly. “Fuck me hard… I need it so hard…please…” I begged him.

  He leaned down and kissed me. Then he pushed his hard cock into me slowly. It was so tight. I thought I was going to break at first. I’d never been stretched that far before. I closed my eyes and simply held on. And then he was inside of me, pushing against my back wall, his cock really pressing tightly against every single part of my inner walls.

  “Fuck…” he moaned. He looked into my eyes then and I could see the pent up relief of years finally having release with the two of us. He began to rock his hips and feed his cock into me. I started moaning loudly as he entered me with a hard thrust and then pulled out of me slowly. When he was all the way out, he pushed it right back inside of me. It felt amazing. I’d never had pleasure this extreme before. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take it. I held onto him and let him fuck me harder and harder with each thrust, the squishy sounds of our bodies coming together and the creaking of the bed were the only noises, except for our groans of pleasure as we both edged closer and closer to orgasm.

  His mouth found mine again and he kissed me. Between kisses I could feel his heavy breathing, his sweet breath mingling with mine as we gasped together, both of us enduring the amazing pleasure of this moment.

  Tyler pushed deeply into me then and held it, then he began to ram me hard and deeply with short thrusts of his beautiful cock. I reached around his back and held on as tightly as I could while he fucked me. This was everything I’d ever wanted from a man. To be taken to the highest highs of pure pleasure.

  “That feels so… fucking good…” Tyler grunted with each thrust.

  “Take it… it’s yours…oh fuck… shit!”

  He was ramming me so hard now that it was almost painful, but I didn’t dare wish him to stop. I found beauty and relief in the pain, in being taken to the limit. I was ready for the next step, the almighty orgasm that I could already feel coming.

  “Turn over,” Tyler growled.

  He pulled out of me. I unwrapped my legs
from his torso and stared at his hard, wet cock as I turned over with my back now to him. He positioned me where he needed me, placed one foot on the bed to position himself, and then quickly entered me from behind.

  My head lurched forward then and I almost hit the headboard, but I caught myself. Tyler pressed my head down on the pillow in front of me and held me there as he proceeded to pound me hard from behind. Fuck, it felt good to be taken by a real man. I loved to be dominated a bit in bed. I wasn’t sure how he knew that, or if this was just how he did things, but it was helping me climb higher to the sweet orgasm I knew was coming very soon.

  He grabbed my hair and tugged on it tightly as he pulled. His cock was penetrating me at breakneck speed, sliding in and out of my wetness. I could feel him getting harder by the second, his body stiffening behind me, and his groans getting louder by the second.

  “Here it…comes!” He yelled.

  I felt him coming inside of me, his tight, hard cock delivering every ounce of his sweet seed deeply inside of me. I stiffened myself so that I could catch all of it. I wanted him to come in me. At that moment I didn’t even think if I got pregnant. The pleasure of him coming in me and the way it turned me on enough to trigger my own orgasm was worth it in that moment.

  I felt myself coming a second after him. My body rocked hard as could be as I quivered with the sensations of total bliss taking over my whole being. I felt like I was finally arriving into some special place of womanhood. I had achieved a feeling of peace and bliss like I never thought could be possible.

  Tyler pushed into me and held himself there as far inside of me as he could go. My body began to climax around his cock, quivering and pounding against his beautiful prick as my body shivered with bliss.

  I moaned loudly right then, screaming almost, the most exquisite vocalization of pleasure exiting my throat I’d ever experienced.

  And then it was all silence.

  Where was I?

  I… what?

  No way… I was in my bed. I was in my old bed in my parents’ house. I was not in fact in bed with Tyler. I was not at his place.

  What in the hell?

  I climbed out of the bed. I was covered in sweat. I felt like I was about to burst with excitement and orgasm. I was so horny. I’d dreamt about fucking Tyler, about the orgasm I’d finally achieved with him and how perfect that climax would have been, but now it was just me alone.

  I pulled off my clothes and laid back down in the bed. I dipped my fingers into my pussy and began to finger myself, using one hand for my pussy and one hand to intermittently touch my fully engorged clit. It did not take long. I was so close. I was almost there…

  I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that I was still in the dream, that Tyler was coming hard inside of me, filling me with squirt after squirt of his sweet cum. I wanted to take it all inside of me. I was his. We were becoming one. I wanted his essence inside of me and I wanted him to feel all of me around him as well.

  I came hard right then.

  I bit into a pillow to keep from screaming so loudly that I would wake others up. I waited until my body stopped shivering with the sweet pleasure as it echoed out of my pussy and up through my body. I imagined the entire time that I was with Tyler and he was holding me and loving me.

  Loving…?

  That was an interesting thought. I couldn’t say that I loved Tyler. But then where did that word come from? Why was I thinking it? Was I just feeling so good that I loved the perceived source of the pleasure? Most likely.

  But I did want that man. I wanted him more badly than I’d ever wanted any man before. He had become the perfect man in my eyes. I couldn’t wait to see him that night. I just hoped that our real date went as well as the one I’d just dreamt we’d had.

  I wanted Tyler to take me in his arms and make sweet love to me, to make me feel so good that I couldn’t stand it, and then hold me afterwards as I fell asleep.

  Chapter Ten

  Tyler

  I dialed the number and waited as it rang. Once… twice…three times…

  I checked my watch. The restaurant should have been open by now. Shit. Please… I needed to make this reservation and I needed to do it now.

  “Hello, thanks for calling Gibb’s restaurant. My name is Henry. How may I help you?”

  The voice answered with its canned greeting. I almost had to laugh. I never understood what business thought saying such idiotic canned greetings and responses were actually a good idea. Scripting didn’t work; it sounded very unnatural and really unprofessional in my opinion.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I need a reservation for two tonight.”

  “Ok,” he said. “What time?”

  “Seven-thirty,” I said.

  “Ok, I guess we can make that happen,” Henry said.

  “And I want the private room,” I replied.

  “Ah… sir, that is only designed for our parties and only available on the weekend,” Henry said.

  “I don’t care. I want that room. I’ll pay handsomely for it. Don’t argue with me about it,” I said.

  Henry was at a loss.

  “Ah…sir…I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

  “Put your supervisor on. I’ll make them do it. And I’ll tell them you refused to let me rent that room for three hundred dollars over the normal rate a party of five would pay.”

  Henry quickly changed his tune. “That won’t be necessary, sir. I’ll take care of it.”

  “Good. If you do well, there will be a nice tip in it especially for you, Henry.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  I ended the call. That was harder than it needed to be, but again money talks. I’d yet met someone who did not have a price. When people said no, it was usually to say that you just hadn’t started talking their currency yet. Everyone had a price they were willing and not willing to pay.

  I stood up from the couch and stretched. I’d slept poorly, and I had woke up way later than I meant to. That was fine. I was out late last night and had what could only be described as one of the best nights of my life. So many things I’d been thinking about for a long time had finally come to pass. I’d punched out Oren, my nemesis, and I’d finally gotten a date with my high school crush.

  I could barely sleep last night. I was so wired after I got home. Even after polishing off several whiskeys when I got back home, I was still rearing to go. I’d finally fallen asleep about three and I was up at eight. I typically like to get about six or seven hours of sleep, but it was what it was. I had a lot I wanted to do today, most of it just keeping my mind off the date tonight so I wouldn’t stare at the clock and go completely nuts.

  I ran upstairs and changed into my workout clothes. Then I filled up my water bottle and headed to the closest martial arts gym. There was a new place called Marko’s just a few blocks from me. I paid for a week’s trial membership and quickly got to work.

  I warmed up on the heavy bag for a few rounds of combos mixed up with shadowboxing. I was just starting to get a good pump in when I noticed out of the corner of my eye someone I recognized. I had to do a double take, but sure enough there he was. I was looking at Chip Mathews. Chip was one of Oren’s friends in high school and he also used to push me around a bit. I hated the guy almost as much as I hated Oren, but I kind of got the impression that he only bullied people because it made him look cool in Oren’s eyes. I wasn’t sure he was really that guy anymore. Last I heard he went to Ohio University on some wrestling scholarship.

  He spotted me and jogged over. Shit. I braced myself for something uncomfortable. But Chip did not appear threatening. He was actually relaxed and smiling.

  “Holy shit! It’s Tyler! How’s it going, man?”

  “It’s good,” I said. “How are you?” I did not give a shit at all, but I was surprised by Chip’s friendly demeanor. Still, I did not drop my guard down.

  “Damn, you got some moves. I saw you working out the bag over here.”

  “Yeah, thanks,” I said.

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p; “I also heard you laid out Oren last night. That is sweet, man,” Chip said.

  “Well, he had that shit coming for a long time.”

  “For sure. I have no idea why I ever even liked that dude. I actually manage this gym now. I’m glad to see you back in town. I got to run, but it was good to see you.”

  “Likewise,” I said as I had the urge to bash his head against my knee several times. Had he forgotten all the times he’d punched me in the stomach or the time he gave me a swirly in the toilet when I was a freshman? The prick.

  I let it go and got back into my workout. It felt good to get some anger out on the heavy bag. After working the bag for about a half hour, I moved onto some weights on the machines, and then headed home to shower up.

  I finished my shower, fixed a breakfast of two whole eggs with a cup of egg whites, a bowl of oatmeal, and a couple cups of coffee. After that I picked up the laptop and sat back down at the kitchen table to get right to work. I wanted to work less this week and see my grandmother as much as possible, but it was still early, and I’ve always had a problem letting work go during the day. If there is daylight then there is work to be done, as my father used to be fond of saying. I guess I’d inherited a bit of his work ethic as well as his hair. Besides, it was all a great way to keep my mind off Angie and the date we had that night.

  I was way too excited. And that sort of excitement could easily turn into nervousness, which could creep someone out and make you seem desperate and lonely, which I wasn’t really. Not anymore. I didn’t like to think of myself this way, but the past few years I’d had no problem getting women interested in me. In fact, I had the exact opposite problem sometimes. But I’ve always been old fashioned. I don’t like to date if I don’t feel there is something there that will lead to anything later. Usually, I can tell this within one date and sometimes right after meeting someone. There has to be a romantic spark, and then there has to be that something extra. A lot of people seem confused as to what that is and they will waste so much of their life trying to find it.