My Grumpy Old Bear - Jayda Marx Page 0,24

to shake, but my grumpy man just huffed and crossed his arms.

“I know,” was all Brooks said. Well, that and “Goodbye.”

The man tipped his fake hat to me again. “Have a good evening.”

“Thanks, you too.”

Bush-beard sauntered away and Brooks’ scowl was back, taking the place of that dreamy grin I loved so much. “Can you believe that guy? You watched me the entire time you were singing. You’re sitting with me to eat dinner. What the hell made him think it was okay to come over here and ask you to go fuck in a closet or something?”

I bit my cheek to keep from laughing. God, he was sexy when he got all worked up. “Well, if they didn’t get the hint from the song, I’ve got another way to show everyone here who I belong to.” Brooks cocked an eyebrow as I stood up from the booth and held a hand out to him. “Dance with me?” Patsy Cline’s slow and smooth song Crazy was playing over the speakers.

Brooks said nothing, but scooted to the edge of the booth and hoisted himself up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head on his shoulder as he hugged me around the waist. We slowly rocked back and forth together, our bodies pulled as close together as possible. No one else was dancing, and many people were watching us, but I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was the feel of Brooks’ warm, soft body in my arms.

I trailed a slow line of open mouthed kisses up his neck and his answering groan vibrated against my lips. He gasped when I sucked his earlobe into my mouth and flicked against it with the tip of my tongue. When I bit down gently, his hands tightened around my back and a lump hardened against my thigh.

“Sunshine, you drive me crazy,” he whispered. “But...everybody’s watching.”

I picked my head up off of his shoulder and gave him a wink. “I can fix that.” I grabbed his hand and turned around, pulling him toward the restroom. I looked back to see him comically trying to cover himself with his free hand while he walked, which only made what we were doing more obvious.

I tugged Brooks into the single stall bathroom and locked the door behind us. I put my hands on his shoulders and walked him two steps backward until his back gently bumped the wall. And then I attacked.

I crashed my lips to his and sank my tongue into his mouth. The flavor of his beer clung to his skin and burst across my tastebuds. I licked wildly against his tongue and cheeks, greedy for the bitter flavor. Brooks’ hands slid down my back and onto my ass, gripping two heaping handfuls and pulling me forward. We both moaned when my hard dick rubbed against his.

I ripped my lips from his and slapped my hands onto the wall on either side of his head. I rolled my hips, grinding our erections together as Brooks squeezed the flesh of my ass.

“Oh my god, Brooks, you feel so good,” I moaned between the swift, fierce kisses I dropped to the entire surface of his mouth. I rocked against him, gasping at the friction of my dick against my jeans. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this; how many times I’ve imagined us together.” Brooks keened and squeezed my cheeks tighter. “Can I touch you, baby?” I loved calling Brooks ‘honeybear’, but this moment seemed too dirty and intense for the cute name.

“Fuck yes,” Brooks answered, clawing at his shorts. He popped the button and the zipper lowered by itself, unable to hold back the size of his dick. The material of his boxer briefs was stretched by the massive bulge they held. I couldn’t wait anymore; I had to see him.

I peeled down the elastic top of his underwear, tucking the band under his heavy, furry balls. “Look at you,” I whispered, hungrily eyeballing his cock. “Beautiful.” He was average length; about six or seven inches long, but I’d never seen a dick so fat in my life; it was like he had a damn beer can between his legs. He was circumcised, thick and veiny, and my mouth watered at the sight. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him off, but this wasn’t the cleanest bathroom I’d ever been in.

Instead, I tickled my fingers down his length, feeling every bump and ridge in his skin. I