Fearless Bond (Bears of Beauville #1)

Chapter 21

21

BARCLAY

Yesterday, we’d gone grocery shopping and made burgers with smashed, oven-baked potatoes. I watched Calvin closely. I was worried the stress would come out somehow, but he seemed content. He slept for the entire night, clinging to me in the cutest way.

I’d promised him a day naked in bed, and I wasn’t going to disappoint him. When he woke up, I brought him breakfast on a tray, wearing only an apron. It made him laugh so hard he had tears in his eyes, and I was ridiculously proud of myself. I let him use the bathroom in private, but as soon as he came back to the bedroom, all bare skin and flushed cheeks, I was all over him.

After I’d rimmed him through two screaming orgasms, he took a nap. I had nothing better to do than watch him sleep. He stirred after a while, and with a playful smile on his face, he reached under the blanket for my cock. He began stroking me to hardness.

“You’re insatiable,” I told him.

“Do you mind?” he asked sleepily.

“Not at all. Keep going.”

Calvin tore the blanket off me. Suddenly, he didn’t look sleepy at all. He straddled my hips and thrust against me, stroking us both together. Seeing the difference between his little pink cock and my rearing dick made me hot all over. Protective instincts battled with possessive lust inside me, and I dug my fingers into his hips.

“Ride me, c’mon. Fuck yourself on my dick.”

He grinned, his tongue peeking out. Then he rose on his knees and lined up my cockhead with his opening.

Holding my gaze, he began sinking lower and lower. I groaned as his slippery flesh slid down my shaft.

“You’re all soft inside. Feels incredible.”

Calvin moaned, lips curved up in a joyous smile. “It’s so easy. You fit right in.”

I kneaded his ass cheeks, savoring the tendrils of pleasure spreading from my cock to my balls. He rolled his hips and circled them, then he leaned back, bracing himself on my thighs. We both stared at how his belly protruded as he moved his pelvis up and down sinuously.

“Fuck, Barclay. That’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Seeing my dick make your tummy bulge? Oh yeah. And this is beautiful too.” I fisted his cock as I said that and milked it in time with his thrusts. Calvin threw his head back.

“I’ll come. Oh, Barclay. I’m coming so hard. Yes!”

I couldn’t hold it either. I bucked into him, and Calvin bounced on top of me, sobbing with pleasure. His clenching hole around my cock was absolute heaven. Calvin’s body seemed to grip me with love and gratitude, and I felt like the king of the universe, watching my mate come undone on my cock.

“Give me your cum. Give it to me!”

His face was a picture of ecstasy when I thrust up, filling him with everything I had.

After his climax abated, Calvin slowed down but didn’t stop. With languorous thrusts, he kept fucking himself, humming contentedly. I scooped his cum from my stomach and licked my fingers. Most of it had got stuck in my chest hair, but I didn’t mind. I loved smelling of his pleasure. I’d shower later.

Calvin peered at me with heavy-lidded eyes and licked his lips. “Barclay.”

“Yes, love?”

“I think I’m still loose after the heat… I like that.”

“I like it too. You take my dick in your tiny ass like it’s nothing.”

“Can you do that thing with your fingers?”

“What thing?”

He lifted his leg and climbed off me. My softening dick flopped out. Bending over, he stuck his ass up in the air.

“Can you put your fingers in me and stretch me?”

I scrambled to sit behind him. “Oh yeah.”

His ass was full of my cum and so slippery it squelched when I worked my fingers in. I used four and widened his rim.

Calvin moaned and sank onto his elbows.

“It feels so good.”

I rotated my fingers, stroking his inner walls. “Your body is changing with the pregnancy.”

“Try more. Oh… Oh God, yes.”

A dark hole opened between my fingers when I pulled. Calvin groaned from deep within.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I could put my fist in you.”

The idea must have made him as excited as I was. He cried out and rocked back, trying to fuck himself on my hand. “Aah! Do it! Please.”

He was pregnant, sure, but was it too soon? He’d had my knot in him only a few days ago, and the pregnancy hormones would make him flexible. It could work. “We’ll try, and if it gets too tight, we’ll stop.”

Calvin nodded, rubbing his face against the pillow. “Please!”

Using only one hand, I tucked my thumb into my palm and pushed my fingers inside him. It was easy until his rim reached my knuckles. Despite the resistance, Calvin urged me on with groans of pleasure.

“Want you… in me… your hand. All of it. God, that’s good. Stretch me.”

I pumped, rotated my hand, and added one finger from my left hand. When I tugged, his opening widened, and he cried out. His ass was all but yawning.

Holy shit. It could work.

I grabbed his cock and stroked it while I pushed with my hand in and out. Calvin’s slick and the abundance of my cum eased the way, wetting my hand.

“Do it!” he cried, his voice guttural. “Put your hand in me. Do it.”

How was it even possible? Calvin was so small and slim. But after a few thrusts, his rim slid past my knuckles. His flesh engulfed my hand, and his hole sucked me in. The ring of muscle tightened around my wrist.

“Oh God! God!”

I didn’t dare to move, but he began rocking back and forth, fucking himself on my hand. His ass fluttered around me, and his cock spat drops of cum onto the covers.

His groans grew louder. He lay with his upper body on the bed and panted.

“Fuck me with your fist,” he demanded.

I pumped carefully, and he shouted.

“Yes! Barclay! Fuck me with it! Fuck me!”

Holy hell. My arm sticking out of his ass… Damn. I withdrew almost to the knuckles and sank back in. Again. And once more.

Calvin made animalistic sounds of raw joy.

His rim gave way on the next thrust, allowing me to pull out entirely and slide back in. The smacking sound his hole made… My dick was hard and throbbing as if I hadn’t come only a few minutes ago.

“Again!” Calvin shrieked.

It was insanely wrong and the hottest thing in the world.

I gave him seven full thrusts with my fist, and with each, he yelled so loudly the windowpanes seemed to shake. His inner muscles began clenching, and I felt the mouth to his womb against my fingers. I found the center of the soft bump and pressed my middle finger against it. It pulsated. Calvin mewled into the pillow, his hole squeezing my hand. Amid his seizure-like orgasm, I took my hand out and replaced it with my cock.

Seeing my wet, glistening hand on his pale ass, the line of slick past my wrist… I’d been in his body in so many ways.

The bear in me growled greedily.

“You’re all mine. Knocked up and mine.”

“Want it… hard…”

He seemed delirious already, but I couldn’t help myself either. I wanted to rail him so hard his teeth rattled. I grabbed his hips, staining his skin with smears of slick and seed, and fucked him relentlessly, my old cum frothing out of his hole.

Calvin’s knees slid apart, and he ended up flat on the bed. I followed, buried in him.

“Breed me,” he gasped. “Stuff me full.”

“You’re knocked up already. Been in there. All the way.”

“Give me more cum. Love your cum.”

My orgasm went on and on. My balls almost hurt toward the end. I rocked into him with slow thrusts, both of us shivering with aftershocks.

“I’m yours, Barclay,” Calvin murmured, panting for breath. “Pregnant with your baby. You can fuck me and fist my hole every day. When I give birth, you’ll breed me again. I want to have your cum in me all the time, want to be pregnant all the time…”

I rolled us to the side so I could stay inside him without crushing him. He pushed his ass out to keep me in. I put my hand on his belly, palming the bulge, and kissed his ear.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll take care of you, my horny animal. I’ll keep you well-fucked and knocked up.”

My little mate purred, the sound like distilled lust, and wriggled on my cock.

“Damn, Barclay. The pregnancy is such a turn-on.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

He chuckled, then moaned when I gently thrust with my still-hard cock, poking at his womb.

“We’re going to have fun fucking as your belly grows.”

Calvin sighed dreamily and stroked my hand where it rested over his belly.

When my softening dick slipped out, I took a look at his hole. It gaped, drooling cum along his crease. I wasn’t in a hurry to clean him up. I loved seeing him like this—thoroughly fucked and claimed.

Calvin seemed to be falling asleep. I spooned him, and he snuggled closer.

“Your fingers. In me,” he mumbled.

I slid two back inside him, and he hummed. “Want you in me all the time.”

“I am. You’re carrying my cub.”

“I love being pregnant.”

He fell asleep shortly after saying that, with my fingers in his loosened hole.

Calvin pushed the empty plate away and drank what was left in his water glass. He was wearing my hoodie and nothing else. Knowing he was bare-assed underneath it made me giddy. Easy access.

“I spent half of the day napping,” he said as he put the glass down. “Am I changing into a bear too? Will I be sleeping until spring?”

“Bear shifters don’t hibernate, as you well know. But you’ve been through a lot, sweetheart.”

“It doesn’t feel like it. I’m not tired. Just really, really mellow.”

“That’s good.”

He held my gaze, a small smile adorning his pretty lips.

“Is there something on your mind?”

He bit his lip and stood. Without replying, he rounded the table and climbed into my lap. Wrapping his arms around my neck and tucking his face under my jaw, he sighed.

“That’s better.”

I was grinning like a fool. I couldn’t help it. I stroked his bare thighs and hip, marveling at the softness.

“If you don’t want to nap anymore, what would you like to do for the rest of the day, my love?”

Calvin pressed a soft kiss just under my beard. “Cuddle, make love, and cuddle some more.”

“Mmm. Sounds like paradise.”

“You’ve turned me into a sex addict.”

“I’m proud of myself for that. It’s my greatest accomplishment.”

He giggled. “Being horny all the time definitely beats being anxious.”

The reminder made me pause. I put a finger under his chin and lifted his face. His luminous eyes gazed up at me with guileless trust.

I was composing the right question in my mind when he spoke.

“I’m great, Barclay. You don’t have to worry.”

“I need you to be happy, love.”

He gave me a small smile. “I know. This bond thing is kinda amazing, isn’t it? It’s not that I can read your thoughts, but I can feel them. Nobody has ever cared about me as much as you do.”

As I cradled him in my arms, the wave of tenderness nearly flattened me. I couldn’t speak through the lump in my throat.

Calvin caressed my jaw, fingers weaving through the short strands of my beard.

“I don’t know how I’ll feel when I’m away from you. I’ll have to work on that. But for now, let’s just enjoy this, okay?” He tugged on my beard, pulling me down for a kiss.

So sweet and gentle, so pretty, and all mine.

“I’m in love with you, Barclay,” he whispered. “I’m so happy I’m flying inside.”

I recaptured his lips and deepened the kiss. With one hand on his ass and the other cupping his head, I kissed him until he was breathless.

A short beep from his phone made him stiffen, but then he looked at the screen and smiled.

“It’s just Laure. He’s asking if I’ll be putting on clothes today.”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot. You were supposed to meet him today.”

Calvin looked conflicted. “I want to see him before he leaves, but…”

My mate had hinted that he was scared to be away from me, and I didn’t want to let him out of my sight either. “How about I come with you? We go to Jordy’s, but I stay by the bar. That way, you get to spend time with Laure alone without being alone.”

“We’ll have to put on clothes, though.”

“Then we’ll just have to do one more naked day tomorrow.”

He chuckled softly, then rested his head on my shoulder with a sigh. “Thank you, Barclay.”

Jordy eyed me knowingly as I sat at the bar, nursing one beer while Calvin and Laure chatted in a corner booth. I got a little bored waiting, but my mate looked so happy I didn’t mind. My only issue was I struggled to not stare at him like a stalker as he laughed with his friend.

When we got back from town, we took a bath together, I massaged his back, and then we rested in the living room. He told me stories from his college days and asked about my long-lost banking career.

The clouds broke up, and the sun peeked out, bathing the forest in an orange haze before it sank behind the horizon.

We made love in front of the fireplace while the colors of the sunset flooded the room around us. Calvin lay on his back with his legs spread wide open, taking me into his body, moaning, begging, and thanking me. I went slow, savoring every thrust, and I watched his face as he grew ecstatic with pleasure.

I’d never seen anything more beautiful than the expression of my pregnant mate orgasming for me. When his peak washed over him, he reopened his eyes and smiled.

“I love you, Barclay. Love you.”

I came inside him on a roar, overwhelmed, my entire body jerking, his soft declaration echoing in my mind. When I rolled off him so I wouldn’t crush him, he slid down my body and proceeded to lick my dick all over until it was clean.