Bear Roberts

Chapter Twenty One

Bear and I leave the reception, getting into the elevator. Once the doors shut, Bear pushes me against the wall and claims my mouth in a hungry kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist, as his hands grabbed my ass. My hands were getting his shirt untucked from his slacks, so I could feel up his chest.

The elevator dings and Bear pulls away from the kiss, but picks me up and walks me out of the elevator.

We get to my room, where we kiss outside of the door for a bit as he struggles to open it. When he finally gets the door opened, we tumble inside, making ourselves over to the bed.

Bear pulls away from the passionate kiss and places soft ones down my neck to my collarbone. He turns me around and I shiver as his fingers touch my back, while pulling the zipper down on my dress.

It falls to the floor and I hear Bear intake his breath. I slowly turn around and start unbuttoning his shirt, while he takes off his jacket and tie. I watch the shirt fall to the floor, admiring his toned chest, covered in tattoos. I lean forward and kiss at his neck, slowing making my way down his chest, till I was on my knees.

I unbutton his slacks and pull them down, along with his boxers.

Holy shit.

He was big. He was average in length, but width-

I pray for my vagina.

I kiss the tip looking up at him. He strokes my hair out of my face, and holds it behind.

I wrap my mouth around it and slowly take as much as I can. Bear's pleasured grunts and groans encouraged me.

I gasp as he yanks my hair, pulling me away. He then pulls me up and pushes me down onto the bed. He kisses at my thigh, as he drags my white thong off me. I gasp as his tongue teasingly flicks my clit.

He then starts sucking my clit, while his hand came up and one finger entered me.

"Fuck," I pant moaning, gripping his hair. It burned my hand, but I did not care.

This was not stopping.

The pleasure was undeniable. His mouth was torturing my clit, while three of his fingers thrust into me.

"Please," i whine.

Bear groans and pulls away. He grabs my legs and pulls me towards him, smashing his lips on mine.

It should've been weird, since he was just down in my pussy. 

But it wasn't.

Kinda hot.

"Fuck," he swears, pulling away from me.

"What?" I murmur. He unclasps my bra and chucks it away, starting to play with my breasts.

"I don't have a condom," he says.

"You don't need it," I state.

"Dani-"

"I'm on birth control," I claim. "I don't care, Bear, I just want to be with you."

He smirks and grips my neck. "You know what to call me, when we are alone, Daniella."

"I don't think I do Bear," I whisper.

He glares at me and I shiver as he starts rubbing the tip of his dick against my clit. "Beg."

I whimper, gripping his shoulders.

"I can finish myself off," Bear murmurs, against my neck.

"No," I whisper.

"You know what to do, Danny," he whispers, biting my earlobe.

"Please Mitchell," I whine.

I scream in pleasure as he thrusts into me. It was hard, it was passionate.

I was in pure bliss.

My hands scraped against his back, as one of his gripped my hip and the other yanked my hair, as he kissed and sucked at my neck.

Soon enough I was there and screaming his name. "MITCHELL!!"

"Yes," he groans. His thrusts starting to become rapid, as his hand came to my neck and squeezed. I moan in pleasure my body shaking. He groans and I feel him filling me with his seed.

He slumps his head onto my shoulder, before falling to my side. "I love you, Daniella," he whispers, kissing my shoulder.

I snuggle into his chest. "I love you too, Mitchell."

*
"Yes," Jay squeals.

"How was It?" Mac questions.

I flip through the tattoo book humming. "The best."

"I'm both proud and disgusted that the same time," Jay chirps.

I giggle. "Sorry."

"And he told you he loved you?" Mac questions.

"Yeah," I sigh, dreamily.

"He hasn't even told me that," Jay whines.

"Dude he's does it through physicality," Mac states. "Remember when he bashed up that punk at the skate park, for calling you the f word."

"Oh yeah," Jay says. "He does love me."

Darren comes out of the bathroom, wiping his hands. "You ready, Danny?"

I nod. "I'm ready."

I sit down on the chair and he grabs my wrist, wiping it down with an alcoholic wipe. "Do you have any ideas what you want?" He asks.

"What do you think I should have?" I ask him.

He hums. "I have something in mind."

"Go ahead then," I say, closing my eyes.

"Okay," Darren sighs. I hear him fiddle around for a minute, before he starts the needle up.

I hiss as the needle digs into my stomach. It didn't hurt as much as I thought. It was sought of like a burn, except constant.