Shifters of Grrr 1 (25 page)

Dropping to her knees in front of him, Harley pulled clothing away until his rock hard cock was hanging right in front of her face. It was long and so thick she could barely wrap her hand around the base of it. He moaned in anticipation as she looked up at him, licking her lips and preparing to take him into her mouth. As she wrapped her now moist lips around the tip of his head, she tasted him for the first time. She thought it impossible, but he seemed to grow harder as she took more and more of him into her mouth.

It had been a long time since she had pleasured a man, and when he eventually pushed her back, a brief flash of disappointment flashed through her. With a start, she realized she had been having
fun
. That revelation kept her mind occupied while her body moved according to Calan's instructions. So when he pressed up against her from behind,
 
she gasped out loud. Taking that as a sign to continue, he pushed inside of her for the first time.
 

If Harley had forgotten how much fun it was to please a man, she had definitely forgotten just how good it felt to have one inside of her. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he slid more of his length into her. She was practically on fire, begging and pleading for him to take her completely. The wait was too much, she couldn't handle it. Tightening her arms on the counter she was bent over, Harley thrust her hips back against him hard, impaling herself completely on his cock.

Lightning exploded between her eyes. Her legs gave out as the wave of pleasure thundered through her body, the orgasm ripping out from her wet cunt as he filled her to the brim, stretching her to accommodate his large cock. Wave after wave of ecstasy pounded into her, overwhelming her senses as she tried to control the writhing of her body.

Calan helped, his strong hands wrapped tightly around her waist, fondling her breasts as he held her hips pressed up against his, unmoving.
 

"That was unbelievable," she whispered eventually as feeling returned to the rest of her body.
 

"I'm just getting started," he purred, pulling his hips back slightly from hers. He held himself like that just long enough for her to feel empty and crave his cock. Then he thrust back into her, filling her up once more. This game repeated itself several times until she had cum all over his cock twice more. Her legs were threatening to give out at that point, so he picked her up and held her against the wall. With long, smooth strokes he fucked her hard for as long as she could take it. His strength must be more immense than she had figured, for he held her pinned against the wall without faltering, until he unloaded his seed.

At that point, she had dropped to her knees once more, taking him into her mouth just as he began to erupt, jets of molten-liquid shooting into her. She stroked him until he stopped, doing her best to leave no trace of a mess.
 

"Now we can shower," he murmured, helping her up until she could stand on her own feet again.
 

"I thought we were going to shower, you know, before," she asked, somewhat surprised.
 

"That was just the start, my sweetness." He grinned, nudging her forward with his cock, which she noticed was already hard. As if in response, her canal flooded with warm honey all over again, eager for what he had in store for her.

In the shower, he carefully washed her entire body down, being far more gentle and caressing than she had thought possible for a man of his size. He ran his hands across every inch of her body as she rinsed, turning her on immensely, to the point that she couldn't even finish washing him before her hands wrapped themselves around his cock. Using the soap as lubricant she stroked his shaft slowly until he was the one begging for her to stop.
 

"Okay," she said with a smile, bending over and wiggling herself ever so slightly in front of him.
 

"With pleasure," he said, stepping forward and pushing his cock between until it slipped back inside of her wet cunt.
 

"No, not there," she said to both her surprise and his. Pulling forward, she let his cock slide out of her, now coated completely in her honey. Reaching back with one hand, she guided him until he was pressed up tightly against her ass, the tip of it so slick it was already beginning to slip inside of her. Pushing back against him, Harley took him into her ass. She moaned in pleasure as more and more of him slid slowly into her. He was so large, but her body adjusted to him, the moisture from her pussy letting him move easily.
 

It wasn't long until he grunted behind her, his cock spasming as her tight asshole wrapped around it, milking him completely until he slipped out. Feeling oddly satisfied, she proceeded to wash him off.
 

"You've got to be kidding me," she exclaimed as he began to harden in her hand once again.
 

"You're bloody insatiable you know!"

"For you, my dear, always." He wiggled it back and forth, the grin on his face showing he knew just what kind of effect it was having on her.

"You had better have a bed or couch in here," she stated as they dried off, her hand occasionally finding his hard cock, just as his fingers seemed to always be slipping between her legs and flicking across her clit, leaving it throbbing with need.

"Definitely," he replied, picking her up once more, carrying her to a bedroom, where he proceeded to do everything he could to help her with that particular problem.

They stopped briefly to make some food, though even then Calan couldn't keep his hands off of her. She delighted in the light grabs and smacks on her rear, or the constant attempts to engulf her breasts in his hands. The attention he gave her worked wonders to help ease the doubts about her body that constantly floated in her head. Harley knew she might never feel completely secure, but with Calan around, she knew it would be okay.
 

Although she would have been okay with it, they weren't going to stay in bed all day. Eventually, the two of them made their way into town. She had a craving for ice cream, which they both eagerly anticipated indulging in when they arrived at his apartment. He was still living there, for the most part, so that's where they planned to stay the night. Although she hadn't anticipated having him eat his share of the ice cream off her body, her shrieks turned into cries of pleasure as he warmed her back up afterward.

She foggily remembered falling asleep in the little bed next to him, but she definitely remembered his warmth pressed against her all night.
 

***

In the morning, she awoke slowly, reaching out to find his warmth to help ward off the cold. Her hand encountered nothing but cold blankets.

He was gone.

She sat up with a start as that thought registered in her brain. Looking around, wondering if perhaps he had gotten up for food or to watch TV. A quick glance and listen told her that the place was empty. Even the washroom door was wide open, giving him no refuge.
 

"Calan?" she called out softly, wondering why he wasn't there. The night before had gone so well she had thought.

Night? Hell woman, the entire day!

So why had he left her now? Things just seemed to be getting better.

Unless...

Unless he had what he wanted now, and was ready to move on. That would explain it she knew, getting dressed in the sweats and shirt she had worn yesterday, stuffing her lingerie into a plastic grocery bag she found under a counter.
 

He had seemed so interested in her for so long because she kept pushing him off, not letting him have her. But now that he had taken what he wanted, he could move on to the next girl. Most likely he was already down at the Quencher hitting on Sandra or somebody like her. Thin waist, large breasts and not willing to put up a fight, that was the type he wanted, but his pride hadn't let her get away from him.
 

Her anger was starting to form, erasing any form of rational explanation as to his absence. Thankfully she didn't have to travel far, for she always kept a spare set of clothing or two at the fire-house. It would be embarrassing for sure to walk in there all disheveled, but she could work her anger out on cleaning the vehicles at least.

Opening the door, she noted that even his shoes were no longer there. He had most definitely left. Lifting her chin in disdain she slammed the door shut behind her and walked towards the firehouse. She wasn't looking forward to having to work with him, if he was even being serious about staying in town. For all she knew it had just been a big act for her benefit. Her anger doubled when she realized he had played her father as well. Jack was a nice man, and she hated it when people tried to take advantage of him like Calan had.
 

She rounded the corner of the open bay door and practically ran into him.
 

"Woah! Morning, Harley. Glad to see you're awake sleepyhead."
 

He tried to put a hand on her shoulder, but she violently shook it off. Sam was standing there with him, doing his best to look innocent. What had the two of them been talking about?

"I had to talk to Sam about something." That was all the answer he had when she glared at him, the question unspoken.
 

With a shock, she realized what he had been talking about. He had been telling Sam all about his conquest! Her cheeks flushed red as she realized Sam must now have the image of her bent over taking it up the ass in the shower in his head. She wanted to run away and cry, hiding until all the tears had fallen, but she couldn't. Her own pride was too strong to let that happen. Instead she stormed off to her locker, stuffing the silly costume inside and grabbing the bag with clothing in it.
 

"Hey, Harley, what the hell? What's wrong?" Calan came jogging over to her after giving Sam a confused look.

"Don't. Just don't. I don't want to hear it, so just keep it to yourself. I have to go to work." That was entirely true, her shift didn't start for almost two hours, but it was the best excuse she had at the moment.

His own anger flared at the dismissal as he grabbed her arm as she tried to flee again.

"Okay fine, you want to be like that? Be like that. But after your shift we have to talk."
 

We have to talk.

She knew what that meant. That was the breakup talk. Which was silly, since they weren't even dating. But she knew it was when he would tell her he couldn't actually stay in town, in fact, he was just getting the house ready to sell and he was leaving forever.
 

That was what he would say, and she went about her entire shift telling herself that. The fact that she had been betrayed again hit her hard with less than twenty minutes to go in her shift. Unable to keep the tears from finally falling, she walked up the steps to the office her dad inhabited, doing her best to blink them away.

"Chief, I need to ask a favor." In the three years since she had been here, Harley had never once asked for help while she was on the clock. It felt wrong even now, but she knew that it needed to be done. After three years of proving herself, of showing up early and staying late, she deserved a little show of help when she truly needed it.

"What is it?" her father asked, looking up sharply. He was no slouch, he understood just what those words cost her.

"I need to leave now."

"Absolutely," he said, not even hesitating as he saw the look in her eyes.
 

"Also, Dad. I don't have a car here."
 

"Take mine sweetheart." He tossed her the keys to his pickup. It was a relief to her that he didn't ask questions, simply helping out however he could.

She tried her best to give him a smile, but failed. She fled his office and the fire station as fast as she could. Calan was busy rewinding the hoses on one truck, so he didn't even see her leave. Once outside, the darkness quickly swallowed her, and she was gone.

***

Calan

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

He had screwed up, and screwed up bad with Harley. Things had been going so well, that he had gone and pushed it too far with her. She had come to him looking for sex, but he should have known better. Despite outward appearances, she wasn't ready for it. If Calan had been listening to his human half, he would have known that. Instead, he had given in to his bear and now she was pissed at him.

The way she had come storming out of his apartment had to mean that she regretted her actions the night before. If she needed space, Calan was going to give it to her until she came to the conclusion that this was meant to happen. That was something he was still unsure about.

Fated mates were not a thing, just a concept used in fairy tales about his kind. Shifters found love like any human, by trial and error until they found someone they could put up with for the rest of their lives. Or at least, that's what he had believed before he had met Harley. Perhaps it had just been one big coincidence that he had run across her the way he did. Or, could it be that something else was at work?

He shoved that thought aside though. However it had happened, it had, and he needed to focus on making sure he didn't screw it up any more than he already had. Their shift was already half over, but Harley had yet to acknowledge his presence, and only when she was forced to be in the same area as him for a job necessity had she even been seen. Otherwise, she had been busy cleaning, sorting and stacking things as far away from him as possible.