A Very Furry Christmas
Chapter Five

"I want a great big cuddly bear to take to bed with me." Caitlin rubbed a hand over Jason's leg to reach his inner thigh. The firm possessive hold from such a dainty hand took him and his libido both by surprise.

His cock stirred and threatened to split the seam of his suit when she inched ever closer to his crotch. The mixed signals were now converging into one very clear neon sign. 'I want you.' He wouldn't usually get aroused by a woman taking the lead but apparently Caitlin was breaking all his rules. If he listened to the one part of his body now taking control, he wasn't averse to the proposition.

"I'll have to see what Santa's got in his sack."

"It's not Santa's sack I'm interested in." The whispered breath in his ear made him stand completely to attention. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair, but Caitlin teased him by shuffling her butt further along his knee. If they hadn't been in public, he'd have been tempted to bend her over his lap, pull her panties down and spank her bare backside for being so forward. However, he couldn't do that here and now, and not without getting her permission for that sort of behavior in advance. It didn't mean he wasn't getting turned on thinking about it.

Sweat formed on his brow. Thank heavens her position on his lap shielded him from whatever audience remained in the room. With the party almost wrapped up, the idea of a hook up wasn't beyond the realms of possibility. It had been a while since he'd shared anyone's bed and judging by the long fingers exploring the length of his cock through his costume, she certainly wasn't asking for a sweet courtship.

"You look hot. Why don't we go outside and get some fresh air?" She slid her hand slowly along his shaft and back down his thigh before taking his hand.

They both got to their feet, with Jason pulling at his costume to disguise the tenting of material. He let her lead him outside like one of those pathetic bears in captivity totally dependent on its keeper. How the tables had turned when he was at the mercy of his partner's needs. It was a novelty, he supposed, and at the end of the night he'd still get to fuck her. That was the end game, wasn't it?

The crisp night saw many of the party leavers wrap their coats and scarves tighter to deny Jack Frost his icy embrace. For Jason, it provided cool relief for his fevered body. This wasn't how he usually did things, but he was still horny and needed a release for all of this pent-up arousal. Sometimes it took a while to replace a partner willing to get involved in his lifestyle and he wasn't a bloody monk.

Caitlin trailed him behind the dingy building, away from streetlights and departing guests. The unromantic rendezvous spot fit perfectly with their ridiculous beauty and the beast appearance, but as a hot-blooded male chasing his sure thing, the ridiculous garb no longer mattered. She was still going to be his tonight, even if couldn't possess her completely just yet.

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In a recess along the outer wall of the building, Caitlin backed against a fire exit and allowed Jason to take charge. Caged in by her bear, liquid lust consumed her body and made her his for the taking.

When his lips found hers, she sighed her contentment. Soft and strong, he was everything she'd dreamed of. Clutching his head to hers, the hood of his costume tickled her cheek and another shiver of awareness branched out to every sensitive nub.

With every flick of his tongue on hers, every brush of fleece against her skin, she grew restless for more. He cupped her breast and she stopped him when he tried to remove the glove-like paw covering his hand. Instead, she tucked it inside her dress and guided him under her bra until the soft rubber pads touched her naked breast.

She moaned and arched into him, letting the steely rod of his erection tease her soaking wet pussy through the thin cover of her dress. Impatient for the real deal, she unzipped him and plundered the layers of clothes to uncover his distinctly human appendage.

He lost his deep intonation through shallow breath as Caitlin encircled his silky girth with her fingers. "I don't have any condoms."

Thank you, Shannon. She sent her silent gratitude to her friend and extracted a foil packet from her bag. One slick motion saw him sheathed in rubber. Rubber and fleece, a deadly combination for someone as sensitive as Caitlin.

The clutch and release of her pelvic muscles staved off the building pressure within for now, but she needed him to take her before the white heat engulfed her completely. Jason ripped off her panties with ease and she imagined his claws ripping through the fabric. Another shudder ripped through her body.

"Please." She couldn't say anymore, the over-whelming sensations robbing her of speech. The buttons of his shirt popped open at her behest so she could enjoy the hard muscle under her hands, defining the sheer power behind the fuzziness. He hoisted her up and anchored her to his waist, the plush fabric of his suit rubbing against her inner thighs to drive her crazy.

The first aggressive fill of his thick cock parted her lips forcefully, but she needed him to keep pace with the dizzying speed of her impending climax. The pleasure in hearing his guttural grunts in tandem with his hard and fast thrusts, banished the pain of the rough brick scraping her back and shredding her dress.

"Fuck, that's good. I'm going to come. I'm going to come." She narrated every thought that came to her, driving him harder, faster, and louder.

As she came, he latched his mouth onto her nipple, sucking and biting until her orgasm reached every part of her. Her giant plushie bear roared his fierce release and drew another ripple of bliss from her in response. Satisfaction crashed over her to leave her drained and draped around Jason like a second skin.

It took all her energy to stay upright when he withdrew and eased her back onto solid ground. Despite hardly knowing her lover or having to pick up the ravaged remains of her underwear, neither regret nor remorse barged in to ruin her moment.

Jason fixed his clothes and Caitlin zipped him back into his suit, even though it gaped a little at the crotch where she'd ripped it in her lusty frenzy. Only then did she blush.

"Sorry."

"Hey. I'm not complaining." He reached out to stroke her face. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" He pulled the fake paws off in a temper, and then brushed his knuckles across her cheek. "That's better."

Caitlin burrowed into the skin on skin contact while he leaned in to plant a tender kiss on her lips. His tongue dipped to stroke across her lower lip and his now human hands circled her waist. The languorous exploration of her mouth made her forget all about what he was wearing and enjoy the experience for what it was - a sexy man kissing a woman senseless.

It ended sooner than she liked.

"We should go before someone sees us." Jason called time on the best night of her life.

"I suppose so." If she put her selfish pleasures aside, she knew he couldn't afford to get caught in such a compromising position. Yet, he didn't make a move to leave. Dare she hope for more than a one-night stand?

"Will I see you again?" She heard the nervous tremor in her voice and wondered why it suddenly mattered to her that this wasn't the end.

"We have another match soon if you want to come?" Jason offered her a blossom of hope and she nurtured it.

"I would love to. Save me a rink side seat."

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