Within half an hour, the Bear Bash ends and the bears leave. All except for Rook, who decides to wrap me in his arms on the sofa and breathe on my left earlobe in a tantalizing act.
“You’re still hard,” I say, groping the c**k between his legs. I give the mass a tug, two tugs, and listen to him gasp with satisfaction.
“I’m not done using it on you,” he admits, filled with some insatiable laughter.
His heart is so close to mine I can feel the two beating together as one. “I’m not that kind of guy.”
“You surely are.”
A heavy sigh escapes my lips and I become somewhat light-headed. Half of me doesn’t believe he enjoys my company as much as he does. If he doesn’t like our time together, though, I’m sure he would leave. “I don’t deserve you, Rook. Why do you like me so much?”
“I like ever
