BEAR GREASE
A Liquid Courage Bonus

“I need you to come out to my office.” I hang up on Teddy without waiting for him to answer. I know exactly how long we have in between him pulling in from work and Piper coming back from the bowling alley with our kids. 

I hear the door alarm chirp as Teddy rushes into the office, a little sweaty. “What’s up, Chlo?”

I spin around in my office chair to face him, very serious. “I need you to help me test some lube.”

He sputters. He tugs on his tie. “Come again?”

“Exactly.” I grin and point to a series of glass jars lined up on my desk. “I’ve been doing some research and these are the different substances my characters might have used for lube in the 1800s.” Teddy arches a brow. I continue, saying, “I’d like to see which one feels the nicest. It’s for research, Bear.” He starts nodding slowly as I stand from the desk, placing my hands on his shoulders. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You don’t even have to take off your jacket if you don’t want.” I tug him deeper into the guest cottage we’ve transformed into the offices for Scandal Sheets Press.

Over the past few years, we’ve hosted his parents once or twice in the Murphy Bed that pulls down from the wall in the room I use as a meeting space when I bring in designers or VoiceOver artists. Today, the space is all set up for sex.

Rapid, exploratory “sex before the babysitter gets home” action. With a gentle shove, I push a befuddled Teddy onto the edge of the bed. “I put on fresh sheets,” I whisper as I kneel between his legs, reaching for his belt. He leans back on his hands, eyes wide. 

The tiny glass jars rattle as I set them on the rug beside me. “I’m going to massage your cock with each of these oils, and I’ll wipe it clean in between, and you tell me which feels the nicest. Sound good?”

Teddy sputters again, searching for an answer as he lifts his hips, allowing me to tug down his slacks and boxers together. “Chloe, I don’t know what to say right now.”

“Oh, babe, you don’t have to say anything! This is for work. It’s fine.” I hold up the first jar. “Now, this is sunflower oil. It would have been expensive.” I pour a few drops into my palm and set the bottle to the side, then rub my palms together to warm the oil. I place one oily hand on Teddy’s thigh and squeeze while I reach for his dick with the other. He responds with a gasp and then a low moan. 

I nod as I massage him, slowly, with long strokes, making sure to avoid his hairy balls since I don’t think they’ll be easy to wipe clean and I don’t want to impact my research. “Fuck, Chloe, fuuuuuck.” Teddy’s head drops back and his breath comes in short pants. I release his shaft and grab the diaper wipes. The crinkle of the packet has a Pavlovian response and Teddy snaps to attention. 

He yelps when I start dabbing at him with the cold wipe. “Sorry. It seemed like you enjoyed the sunflower oil?” I raise a brow. He growls at me. 

I use a second wipe on his leg where my palm had been massaging, make a mental note about the oil, and open the lid of the second jar. “Okay, so this one is bear grease.”

“Bear grease? Chloe where in the hell did you get that?”

I shrug. “I order a lot of weird stuff. The people at the sporting goods store think I hunt.”

His face twists in horror. “I don’t actually hunt! But I did visit the shooting range a few weeks ago. Which is when I got the bear grease. He tried to give me a vial of buck lore but I passed.”

“Buck lore?” Teddy takes off his tie and jacket and tosses them across the room. 

I nod and scoop out some of the bear grease. “Buck lore is apparently deer period.”

Teddy freezes and then lowers a hand to my arm. “Babe, if we’re going to do this, you have to stop talking about gross stuff like that.” 

I wince. “Sorry.” I rub the grease around in my palms and reach for Teddy again, drawing a gasp and low moan. His cock twitches in my palm and quickly stiffens back up. Success, I think, giving Teddy an appreciative squeeze as I drag my hand up his length.

When I reach for the diaper wipes again, he startles me by leaping off the bed on top of me. “We still haven’t used the lard,” I whisper as Teddy lowers me to the carpet.

“We’re done with the lube tests.” He rummages around in my leggings, peeling them off as I try not to kick the jars. “Mmmm,” Teddy says, seeming satisfied as he reaches between my legs. “I don’t know that we need lube.”

“People always need lube, Teddy.” I almost start to tell him some of my ideas, but he bites my lower lip and then slips his tongue into my mouth as he spreads my legs apart, hooks my knees up over his shoulders, and slides his greased up cock inside me. “Oh!”

I love this feeling, the fullness of him swelling inside me. I love the rasp and slide as he moves, as we come together in a mess of sweat and skin and itchy carpet. My shirt rides up until I feel my spine digging into the floor, the weight of Teddy delicious as he pins me down. 

I’m very turned on at this point, seeking friction as I thrust up and try to rub against Teddy’s pelvis when he slams into me. Sensing my need, he reaches between our bodies, rubbing circles on my clit until I’m right there, right on the edge, gasping. “Yes, Teddy, harder!” I yell as he presses down and I come, squeezing him and pulsing until I’m spent. 

With my one remaining active brain cell, I reach around his hip with my greased up fingers and trace a path along his ass, biting his lip when I reach the pucker. I press gently against his heat and feel him shudder. 

“Oh, shit, Chloe, oh my god. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” Teddy spasms and jerks, coming inside me in hot bursts. When I ease my finger out he collapses on top of me, heaving.

Normally, we’d stay like this, breathing and then talking, ignoring the dog while we luxuriate in our sex cave. But we’ve got a babysitter coming back any minute and we are in quite a state. I push Teddy gently to the side and ease gradually to my feet, duck walking to use the bathroom before putting my leggings back on. “So, I’m going to go with the bear grease in the book,” I explain as I return to the room. 

“Mmmm.” Teddy has not moved from the carpet except to drape an arm across his face. I nod and close the door as I hear a car pull into the driveway, immediately followed by the squeals of young children piling out of Piper’s SUV.