Chapter 12 I Knew You’d Come…
Everett
Claire looks wild. Her chest rises and falls as she stares down at me, eyes wide and dark. Her hair falls messily around her shoulders. At this moment, I have one goal—to let her use me until it’s my name she’s screaming and his she’s forgotten.
I unmute the phone and place a finger across my lips, warning her to stay quiet. Tapping the speaker button, I set it on the entry table to her right.
“Are you even listening to me?” Raph bites out, frustrated.
“I’m busy. What do you want?” she asks, her voice more steady than before.
The pink lights are still dancing across the night sky outside and bleed through the blinds, casting a soft glow on her and the surrounding space.
Her pussy glistens with her arousal in the dim light, and my cock aches at the thought of how turned on she is. How badly she wants this—wants me.
My hands run over the smooth skin of her hips, ripping the fabric of her tights more and rolling them out of the way.
Her breath catches, and I give her a warning stare, returning my finger to my lip.
“Fuck, would you pay attention,” Raph snaps, as I kiss her thigh right above the top of her boot. “I want to know why you texted me to lose your number. You can’t be serious, baby. You know you’re mine.”
I pause, stopping myself from interjecting. If she needs me to step in I will, but I know she can do this. I place a few more kisses on her soft skin, inching my way closer to her center.
“I’m not yours,” she says, doing her best to maintain her composure.
“You know that’s not true,” Raph tries.
I chuckle against her. What a fucking douchebag. Laying it on thick like he wasn’t sleeping with multiple women.
In one long, languid stroke, I move my tongue up her slit, taking her into my mouth. Her body shudders under the feeling, and a moan escapes past her lips.
“What are you doing?” Raph questions.
My tongue toys with her clit for a few moments, and she goes silent. When I peer up, she’s biting her hand, trying to not make a sound, and her eyes have fallen shut.
“Speak,” he shouts, causing them to shoot open.
“I…um…it’s none of your business.” Her voice quivers as I continue to work between her legs. Her hands find my hair, and the heel of her boot digs into my back, pulling me closer.
“Whatever. I don’t want to lose you, so can we just put this behind us and move on. I’ll see you when I get home from Pittsburgh in a few days.”
“No,” she snaps. Her breaths are heavy.
“No?”
My mouth engulfs her, and I suck hard, causing her hips to buck.
“Yessss,” she calls out, causing me to chuckle against her.
“Yes?” he questions. “I knew you’d come—”
“No!” she yells, realizing her mistake. “I meant no.”
“No?”
My tongue continues to circle her bundle of nerves, and her body threatens to fold above me.
In one movement, I position her other leg over my shoulder, grip her ass with both hands, and stand, lifting her with me.
My mouth doesn’t leave her pussy, and she lets out a squeal.
The heels of her boots bite my skin, and my cock grows harder.
“What was that?”
“Nothing…I…um…oh god…” She moans as I continue to devour her, drinking her in. She tastes so fucking sweet, and based on the way her body is writhing against me, I can tell she’s close.
“Are you fucking someone?” he shouts, just as my mouth finds her clit one more time. Her fingers knot in my hair, and she rocks her hips forward.
“Fuck…yes…don’t stop…” she pants out. My hands dig into her perfect ass, and all it takes is a few more flicks of my tongue for her to come apart above me.
Her body shakes as she falls, and Raph is screaming something through the phone, but I can’t hear him.
I’m too distracted by the sounds coming from her mouth and the way my name sounds on her lips.
I carry her through her climax, and then when I’m sure she’s completely unraveled, I carefully lower her to the floor, my mouth finding hers.
“Everett?” Raph screams. “You’re fucking Nuttall?
Claire breaks our kiss and inhales deeply.
“Raph, I know it’s really hard for you to accept that someone would want nothing to do with you, but just because your ego is fragile, doesn’t mean I have to give you a second chance.
If you haven’t put it together, we’re done.
” Her shoulders are held high, and despite still trying to catch her breath, she sounds so strong.
My heart expands in my chest as I listen to her speak.
“I meant what I said,” she continues. “Lose my number and leave me the fuck alone. I have no interest in being anyone’s other woman, especially yours.”
“You really are just some puck slut,” he spits. “So desperate to fuck anyone with a stick, you don’t care whose bed your climbing into. Good luck to Nuttall. I hope he’s enjoying my sloppy seconds. I don’t—”
“That’s enough,” I bark. “Don’t speak to her like that.”
“Fuck you,” he shouts. The line goes silent, and when I look down at the phone, it’s Claire’s finger resting on the screen. She ended the call.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah.” Her fingers intertwine with mine, and she begins walking toward an open door, tugging me behind her.
The pink lights continue to glimmer around us, making the moment feel like a dream. We walk through the open door to her bedroom, and I take her in. She really is stunning.
The fact that this might only last for one night slams me in the chest. I’ve spent so long wishing we had another chance, but I have no idea where her head’s at, and that’s sobering.
Spinning around to meet me, her body presses up against mine, and my hands trail down her back to unzip her dress. She removes it, letting it pool on the floor. Her breasts are covered by a sheer lace bralette, and her tights are torn to pieces, hanging from her body above her boots.
Walking her backwards, she falls onto her mattress.
Carefully, I unzip a boot, taking my time to remove it before moving to the other one.
A soft smile covers her face as she watches me.
She’s leaned back on her elbows, and her eyes are full of need.
Pulling her tattered tights off, I reveal her long, smooth legs.
“Those were my favorite pair of tights,” she says, smirking.
“I think I like them better like this, ” I say, chuckling and dropping them to the floor.
“Of course you do,” she says, shaking her head.
My hands find the waistband of my pants, but Claire sits up and scoots closer to where I stand.
“Allow me,” she says, her hands finding the band of my pants and briefs. She pulls them both down simultaneously, and my cock springs free.
Her eyes drop to my dick and land on the silver barbell that’s pierced through the ridged edge of the head. Reaching out, she takes me into her hand and moves her palm down my shaft before stopping and running her thumb over the smooth metal balls on either side of the bar.
Her tongue juts out across her lower lip, and her gaze heats.
“Glad to see not everything has changed.” She smirks, massaging her hand down my length again. My dick throbs under her soft touch.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks, letting go.
“Yeah.” Bending down, I fumble to find my wallet in the pocket of my pants.
“Hurry,” she teases.
“Don’t be a brat,” I say, finally locating the little foil packet and ripping it open.
“If I remember correctly, you used to like when I was a little bratty.” Her lips curl upward, and she moves back on the bed, falling onto her elbows. I roll the condom down my shaft and crawl above her, pushing her legs further apart as I move.
“You look beautiful,” I say, tracing my hand over the curve of her hip and up to her breasts. My fingers trail over the thin fabric covering her nipples. Rolling one between my finger and thumb, I pinch gently, causing her entire body to shudder.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she says, her hands exploring the cut lines of my chest and abs.
My skin ignites under her touch, and I bend down, taking her mouth in mine.
The tension between us snaps the minute our lips meet, and the kiss turns into a filthy mix of clashing teeth and twisting tongues.
Moaning, she pulls back. “Fuck me, Ev,” she begs. “I don’t want to wait.”
“Gladly. How do you want me?”
She hesitates for a moment, and my cock pulses in anticipation with what she’s going to say. It feels as if no time has passed, like we do this all the time.
“From behind,” she says, rolling out from underneath me and positioning herself flat on her stomach with her head on her pillow.
Following her lead, I grip her hips firmly, pulling upward so that her ass is in the air. She gasps when I touch her, and a feral need overtakes me as I rake my hands over her soft skin, reveling in the view.
“Don’t be gentle,” she demands as I line myself up.
With one hand remaining firmly on her hip, I pull her back into me and let out a low groan as I slowly sink into her. Pushing forward, I gasp as her tight, perfect cunt strangles my cock.
“Fuck,” she breathes out, drawing out the ending sound of the word. “You feel so fucking good.”
This is nothing like it was four years ago. It’s better, which I didn’t think was possible. Sex with Claire was always good, but this—this is magic.
She pushes her hips into me as I pump forward.
“Is that all you got?” she asks, peering back at me over her shoulder. A smirk paints her face, and wild lust pulses through me.
This isn’t the first time she’s challenged me, but just like it did four years ago, it ignites something within me. My free hand knots in her hair, tugging a little harder than I should, and my hips continue to drive forward.
“More,” she says. “Give me more.”
I pull on her hair a little harder, causing her back to arch and her ass to grind against me. The moan that leaves her mouth threatens to end the fun we’re having prematurely, so I slow down because I don’t want this to end.
Letting go of her hair, I bend forward. Covering her body with mine, I pause my movements and try to regain control. She needs to come again.
Raking my teeth along her ear, I whisper, “You always looked so pretty when you let me fuck you like this.”
Another moan falls past her lips, and she pushes back into me again, desperate for movement. One of my hands wraps under her waist. Finding her clit, I begin to toy with it.
“Please,” she begs, attempting to writhe underneath me.
“I always liked how needy your cunt was when it came to me,” I say. “How no matter what, you were desperate for me to fuck you. Desperate for me to play with you like this.”
I quicken my circles, and she rocks back into me.
“Well, then give me what I want,” she says, her voice breathy.
I sit up and run my free hand down her spine. Her skin erupts with goosebumps, and she throws her hips backward into me again.
Continuing to tease her sensitive nub, I push my hips forward, tilting them slightly so that I can create the pressure I know she craves.
Her hand finds mine. “Harder,” she insists, replacing my hand with hers and beginning to play with herself. “Fuck me harder.”
Her fingers move in precise circles, and I grip both of her hips, pulling her tightly against me.
Pressure builds as I watch her pleasure herself while I fuck her. Her face is buried in her pillow. Her dark waves are strung all around her.
“Yes, Everett,” she yells, her voice muffled. “I’m so close.”
In the past, I knew that there was no future between us, but as I watch her body move underneath me—watch her take me so well—I question if that still holds true today. The thought of being able to repeat this again, with her, pushes me closer to the edge, and I do my best to shake the thought.
Over and over, I thrust my hips forward, fighting the feelings I’ve had for four years.
The sound of the creaking bed frame and the headboard knocking against the wall distracts me, but when my eyes rake over her and I see the look of euphoria painting her face in the dim light, thoughts of what could be come rushing back, threatening to catapult me over the finish line.
“Come with me, Sugar,” I say, driving my hips forward, and that’s all it takes.
Her pussy tightens around my shaft, and we ride out our orgasms together.
Collapsing, we’re both nothing but heavy breaths and moans.
My body engulfs hers, and I nestle my face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her sugary scent.
For a moment, I forget there’s a chance she doesn’t feel the same way as me.
That whatever just happened was another blip, and as much as I liked it, she was just trying to forget the asshole who hurt her, but maybe there’s a chance this time will be different.