The Big Blue by Anne Kane

Late Friday Night

I stalked across the bar and hauled myself up onto one of the few empty barstools. It looked like the entire neighborhood had decided to drown their sorrows at the same time. At least that meant there was a good selection of men available. Good thing, because right now I was feeling hornier than a werewolf during the full moon, and pissed enough not to be too picky about whom I chose to spend the night with. Talks with my self-appointed guardian Tyrone always had this effect on me. Make that monologues. I don’t think I’d managed to get in more than two words during the entire fiasco.

I waved my hand to catch Sam’s attention, and motioned him to bring me a drink. Sam had been bartending at Joe’s Bar long enough to know what I wanted. I swiveled the chair and surveyed the room, considering my options. The three guys at the pool table weren’t bad looking, and there were a few likely candidates at a table in the far corner, but they all looked just a tad too civilized for my taste tonight. I was in the mood for something wild.

A gust of wind drew my attention to the door. The man who entered sent heat curling deep in my gut. Civilized was the last word that came to mind. Hard. Wild. Uncivilized. Yeah, those described him to a T.

A riot of dark hair curled all the way to the blue uniform stretched tight across his huge shoulders. He reminded me of the football players at the inner city stadiums, wide and covered with thick ropes of muscle. A tingle of anticipation raced through me. His dark eyes swept the room with cynical disinterest as he shouldered his way through the noisy crowd, and I found myself holding my breath as I waited for him to notice me.

“He’s trouble, Tundra. Don’t even think about it.” Sam slapped the beer down in front of me, breaking the spell.

“You know him?” I ignored the bartender’s frown. I was way past needing someone to vet my dates. “I don’t remember seeing him in here before.”

Sam nodded. “Alex is a loner, a beat cop down at the precinct. He doesn’t come in here often. Last time he did, it took me two days to clean up the mess.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice so I had to strain to hear his words. “I heard a rumor that there’s a troll somewhere in his family tree, and I’m inclined to believe it.”

“Really.” I swept my tongue across my suddenly dry lips as I watched the slide of tight material over his ass. “That could make things very… interesting.”

Sam snorted and shook his head as I took a long pull on my drink. “That’s one word for it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

I laughed, throwing him a saucy grin as I slid off the barstool. “Warning duly noted. Wish me luck!” Turning my back on his disapproving frown, I wound my way through the dense crowd toward my target.

He’d taken a seat at a small table and was watching the trio at the pool table mangle a simple game of spots and stripes. One of the scantily clad waitresses swooped in to deposit a drink in front of him, bending forward so far that I fully expected her ample bosoms to fall out of the low-cut bodice of her dress. She had better not be under the impression that she stood a chance with him, because I was more than willing to get into a fight tonight. A little pre-coitus bloodshed would be just a bonus.

The man tossed some credits at her, and she flounced away to take orders from another table. I found myself feeling mildly disappointed. I hadn’t been in a good fight in at least two moons. Wouldn’t hurt to get in a little practice.

Reaching my destination, I pulled out the other chair at the table and sat down beside my target. I took my time assessing him close up, letting my gaze wander from the tips of his serviceable boots and up his muscular legs to the impressive bulge at his groin. Looked like I wouldn’t have to work too hard to get what I wanted.

I took another gulp of my beer and considered the vast expanse of his chest, barely covered by the tight uniform. A unicorn tattoo on his biceps seemed incongruous with the rough attitude, and being my usual tactful self, I decided not to mention it.

Yeah, right. Me? Tactful? “So what’s with the prissy little horse?” I nodded at the tattoo. “Lose a bet or something?”

I found myself staring into the darkest eyes I’d ever encountered; pools of liquid heat. For a moment, I thought I’d blown my chance of playing ride-em cowboy with him, but then the corners of his eyes crinkled and he let out a bellow of real, straight-from-the-gut laughter. It made him look even hotter, which I hadn’t thought possible. My libido kicked into high gear, and I could feel the liquid heat gathering at the apex of my thighs. Idly, I wondered if he’d go for the direct approach and save us both some time. I decided not to risk it.

“The prissy little horse has a certain sentimental value that I only share with close friends.” The man’s eyes swept over me with obvious interest. “Do I know you?”

I decided to play it cool and mysterious. Who knows? It worked on those old video flicks they showed on public TV. “Not yet, but the night is young.” Okay, that just sounded stupid. I smiled in what I hoped was a seductive manner. “My name is Tundra.”

A slow, sexy smile turned his face into an open invitation — one I had every intention of accepting. When he spoke, his voice had the smooth, deep inflection of a very old bottle of expensive whiskey. “That’s a very unusual name. Nice to meet you, Tundra.”

He held his hand out and I stared at it like an idiot. He wanted to shake hands? Not exactly what I’d envisioned, but hey, it was a start. I took his hand and shook it. It was big. Real big. Heat crawled up my spine as I imagined it caressing my breasts. Or sliding across my naked ass. “Nice to meet you too…” I arched my eyebrow as it occurred to me I had no idea what his name was.

The smile widened. “Alex. But most people just call me Big Blue.”

I took a long drink, letting the silence stretch out. “Big Blue. How interesting. Referring to your uniform, I assume?”

He chuckled. “Well, that would be the Blue part.”

“And the Big?” It took all my self-control to keep my gaze from straying to that thick bulge at his groin.

He kept eye contact, the grin on his face taking on a mischievous look as he reached for my hand and drew it slowly toward his lap. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t have to. Under my questing fingers, that huge lump grew even bigger. Big Blue indeed! “Oh my.” I slid my fingers along the monster in his pants. “I think I’m going to have to see what’s under that lovely blue uniform of yours.”

He leaned forward, his warm breath teasing my ear. “How about we find somewhere a bit less public and I’ll let you see everything I’ve got.”

I turned my head, capturing his lips in a kiss that sent shivers straight through me. Damn, but this guy was seriously hot! I meant it to be a quick kiss, a mere brush of my mouth on his, but his lips were so seductively warm I found myself leaning into him, teasing the seam of his mouth with my tongue. He opened wide and our tongues met, dancing along each other in a seductive duel.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close against his massive chest. I lost myself in that kiss, my senses overwhelmed with the taste of his lips, the feel of his muscular chest pressing against me, the strength of his arms caging me, the masculine smell of him surrounding me.

It could have been seconds later, or hours. I had no idea. I just knew we needed to be somewhere else. Somewhere private. I broke off the kiss, staring at him with a dazed expression. “My place is across town.”

He caught on immediately, or maybe we were both just thinking the same thing. “My truck’s out back in the lot. Lead the way.”

He came to his feet in a single flowing movement, surprisingly graceful for such a large man. Keeping one arm around me, he tucked me under his shoulder as he maneuvered his way through the thick crowd.

“Tundra! Everything okay?” It was Sam, the barkeep. You’d think he was family, the way he kept an eye out for me. I stopped long enough to give him a thumbs up.

“Fine. Just getting a bit crowded in here. Talk to you later.” I could feel the impatience radiating from my companion, and I wasn’t feeling all that patient myself. Did I mention how long it had been since I’d gotten a good lay?

“Take good care of her, Big Blue.” The thinly veiled warning in Sam’s voice almost made me chuckle. He was no match for the man at my side, but he’d do his damnedest to maim anyone who hurt me.

“Yeah. I intend to take very good care of her.”

We resumed our journey to the exit, and within minutes the cool night air wafted across my face.

Blue’s truck was parked in the far back corner of the lot where the circle of light from the lone streetlight barely penetrated. I’d decided to call him Blue. Big just brought to mind too many images that kept my mind from processing simple instructions. Like walk. Or breathe.

It didn’t surprise me to find out he owned one of those big one-ton diesel trucks with the cab so high off the ground I had to practically jump to get my foot on the running board. Everything about this guy was big. I tripped over nothing as I clambered in. See why I wanted to call him Blue?

* * *

“Turn here. Second place on the left, the one with the blue trim.”

Blue wheeled his monster of a truck around the corner and swung it into my driveway without bothering to slow down. I held onto the dash with both hands as he hit the brakes, skidding to a halt with inches to spare.

“Got here safe and sound.” The sheepish grin on his face was endearing as he gestured at my home with a dramatic sweep of his arm.

He jumped out his side of the cab and came around to open my door, grasping my waist and swinging me to the ground as if I weighed less than a feather. His strong arms held me tight against him, and I leaned into his warm bulk, savoring every luscious inch of muscle. He used one finger to tilt my chin up and seared a kiss across my waiting lips, sending lust curling through me in heated waves. Then he bent down and scooped me up without breaking lip contact, striding up the stairs and kicking open the front door after I’d unlocked it.

We traversed the long hallway in record time, turning into a doorway to the left. I caught a glimpse of my oversized bed just before he ended the kiss with a sharp nip of his teeth to my bottom lip, and tossed me onto it.

Blue was busily undoing the buttons of his shirt, divesting himself of his clothing in quick order. The shirt. The pants. The shoes. The socks.

I propped myself up on one elbow to watch the show. I suppose I should have taken advantage of the lull in the action to tell him a bit about myself. Or at least tell him I’m not entirely human. Maybe he deserved to know that up front but it could put a damper on the night’s activities, and there was no way I was going to miss out on this. Time enough for show and tell if Big Blue was still around at breakfast.

“Go, Blue, go!” It might have been the beer I’d downed earlier but in the dimly lit room, his skin seemed to have a bluish cast to it. Amazing what an imagination can do. I worried my lower lip with my teeth as his hands went to the elastic waist of his boxers, the only thing left covering him. Time to get down to the payload.

He grinned, mischief sparkling in his eyes. He knew how horny I was, and he was going to make me wait. He didn’t know me very well.

Surging to my feet, I grasped the material and ripped it from his hips with a quick twist of my wrist. His cock sprang free and I stood staring at the impressive shaft curving up from his groin. By now, I was sure he really did have a blue tint to him, but I couldn’t recall what species that indicated. Elf? Fairy? Why did I care? That was one impressive cock! “Wow.” Again, I lacked the words to express myself. “Just wow!”

“Glad you’re impressed. Now it’s your turn.” He circled the shaft with one hand and gave it a long, slow pull, his voice lowered to a sexy impatient growl. “Strip.”

I’ve never been accused of being shy. Climbing on the bed, I stood and proceeded to give him the best damn strip show I was capable of. I danced and twirled, humming loudly in time to my own movements as I slowly shed each frilly bit of clothing, tossing garments right and left until I was stark naked. Collapsing on the bed under his heated gaze, I licked my lips and grinned up at Big Blue. “So. How do you like me now?”

He pounced on top of me, straddling my hips and pinning my arms to the mattress above my head with his big hands. He moved damn fast for such a big guy. “I like you just fine. I bet you taste even better than you look.” He lowered his head and kissed me again, not stopping until I gasped for air, then proceeded to lick and kiss his way from the corner of my mouth, across my cheek and down my neck, nuzzling the tender hollow of my throat. “I was right. Very tasty.” He flicked his tongue at my rapidly beating pulse before nibbling his way down to my breasts.

I’ve never been one of those skinny model types, and my breasts are one of my best features, if I do say so myself. In human form, they are large, with dark pointy nipples. Blue seemed to like them just fine, circling each nipple with his tongue, taking his time and licking avidly before he scored his teeth across one, and then sucking it into his mouth.

Darts of erotic fire raced down my spine with each long, slow swipe of his tongue. I let out a whimper of need, and Blue chuckled darkly around a mouthful of flesh. “That’s a start. I’ll have you begging before the night is out.”

“Got a pretty high opinion of yourself.” I squirmed as his talented tongue swiped across a particularly sensitive spot just below my left breast.

“Not an opinion. Fact.” His eyes darkened with lust as his hands wandered lower, leaving a trail of liquid heat burning in their wake. I made a mental note not to beg, no matter how good his technique.

And damn, it was good! His hands. His mouth. The way his body loomed over mine. The feel of his naked thighs sliding against me as his massive cock rested against my pussy. Forget the mental note. If I didn’t feel that lovely shaft sliding into me real soon, I’d be begging like a half-starved dog at the butcher’s back door.

As if he’d heard my thought, Blue reared up, braced himself over me on those incredibly muscular forearms. Without any further warning, he buried himself balls-deep with one powerful thrust of his hips, wiping out any chance I had of forming a coherent thought in the near future.

I don’t think my pussy had ever been stretched this wide before, or so deep. I bucked my hips up, making sure I had every inch of him buried inside me. Damn that felt good! Reaching up, I grabbed Blue’s shoulders and pulled him down toward me. I flicked my tongue across his flat nipples, watching them pucker into hard little nubs. The groan he let out let me know he’d felt it, and then it was my turn to groan as he started to shaft me with long, slow strokes of that big cock.

In and out. Hard and fast, if you’ll pardon the pun. I could feel myself being swept up by incredibly indescribable feelings as my orgasm started to build, erotic heat surging through every nerve in my body.

Blue stopped moving, and I opened my eyes, a whimper of protest escaping my lips. His eyes liquid pools of heat, he caught my gaze and stared directly into my eyes. Slowly, he rocked his hips, sending his cock plunging deep inside me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, bucking my hips up to match him thrust for thrust. Closing my eyes again, I savored the total lack of inhibition as we moved against each other, want and need building deep inside me until it exploded into the mother of all orgasms. Wave after wave of sensual heat ripped through me, and I dimly heard Blue’s yell of triumph as his cock jerked, spilling his hot seed inside me.

Blue collapsed beside me, his cock still buried deep as we both struggled to regain our breath. The driving need of the animal inside me was gone for now, satisfied by the incredible sex I’d just had. Oh, right. I didn’t finish telling you about that, did I? And I have no intention of telling Mr. Big Blue, at least until I find out a bit more about how he might react to finding out he’d just made love to a polar bear shifter.