Chapter 32 Flowers
Claire
December Twenty-Second
“Morning,” Everett says as I nestle back into him.
“Morning.”
His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me in tight as he nuzzles against my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt down my arms and legs.
My mostly bare ass moves against his length, and lust gathers low in my core.
The memory of us making out in the hot tub yesterday assaults me.
The way he gripped my body with his hands, the way his mouth owned mine, and the feel of his cock grinding up into me.
I wanted him then and there, but that’s where it stopped.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks.
“Anything you want,” I reply, a little breathless.
“Good. I have an idea” he says. His lips find the side of my head, and he rolls away, jumping out of bed.
“Wait, where are you going?” I ask, sitting up.
“I’m gonna jump in the shower since you took one last night. Want to get ready and then we can head into town?”
“Head into town?”
That’s not what I wanted to do.
“Yeah.” He walks away, disappearing into the bathroom, and I fall back into the bed feeling incredibly sexually frustrated and a little crazy that I might be reading all the signals I thought he was sending me wrong.
The shower turns on, and I roll from the bed to get dressed.
It doesn’t take me long, and when I finish, the shower is still running. Maybe I should go join him, but then again, he didn’t invite me, so I probably shouldn’t.
Grabbing my phone, I shuffle into the living room and sit on the couch. Opening the text thread I’ve been ignoring for days, my fingers hover above the screen as I consider whether or not I should respond.
Deciding it’s better not to muddle things this late in the game, I close out of it and put the phone on the coffee table.
“Oh, good, you’re ready,” Everett says, walking out of the bedroom.
Looking over to where he stands, my mouth falls open.
The towel is hung low on his hips. Black ink is visible on the lower half of his leg.
Small droplets of water bead in his chest hair, and he casually runs his hand through his damp locks, like the movement alone couldn’t risk getting me pregnant.
Needless to say, I need his dick and I need it soon or I might combust.
“Hey, did you hear me?” he asks.
“No, sorry. I got distracted.”
He chuckles.
“I was wondering what you thought about going skating with me?” he asks.
“Skating?”
“Yeah, I have that hockey practice later today, but I’ve been wanting to take you since we got here. We have nothing to do, so I thought it might be fun. Do you know how to skate?”
“I’m from New York and my favorite holiday is Christmas; of course I know how to ice skate. My dad used to take Andi and me to Rockefeller Center every year.”
“Another tradition?”
I nod, my eyes raking down his body again as he walks further into the living room. “Could you get dressed? Seeing you in just a towel is really, really…”
“Claire?”
“Distracting. It’s distracting.”
“Is that so?” He smirks.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Please, you know why. Look at you.”
He glances down at his body and then back to me.
“Look at me? Look at you.”
“What are you doing?” I huff out.
“I was trying to flirt with you. Is it not working?”
Standing from the couch, I massage my temples. “That’s the problem. It’s working too well,” I groan. “I mean, fuck! Do you all of a sudden not want to have sex with me or something?”
“What are you talking about?”
I begin to pace in front of the couch, and my hands fly out in every direction as I speak.
“I mean yesterday, I was sure the snow would lead somewhere, and then we got in the hot tub, and don’t get me wrong, I like making out as much as anyone, but we just kinda ended it there. And then I thought maybe when we went to bed, but no, it didn’t happen then either.”
Meeting me, he grabs both of my hands and causes me to still.
“Are you done?”
“No, I’m not done. I haven’t even talked about the shower we took the other day.
Or all of those kisses that made me feel like I was on fire.
It’s infuriating having to be around you when you look like that and not getting to do what I want to do.
I just don’t understand what’s changed. The sex part is what we were always good at, and the not having it is driving me crazy. ”
“Are you done now?”
“I think so. Yes. That’s all I had to say.”
Stepping closer to me, he lifts his hand and runs it over the side of my neck and then through my hair. Gripping the back of my head tenderly, he says, “Do you really think I don’t want to have sex with you?”
“Well…it’s just…I…”
He bends forward, kissing my pulse point softly. Goosebumps erupt across my body, and my eyes flutter closed.
“Sugar, all I can think about…” he whispers before placing a kiss on my eyelid.
“Is getting you naked…”
He kisses my other eyelid, and I let out a moan.
“And worshipping every inch of this perfect body.”
His mouth finds mine in a chaste kiss.
“Then why haven’t you?” I ask, breathless.
“Because I want this to be more than we used to be.” His lips graze my jawline and move back down my neck. Lifting his head, his hazel eyes find mine.
My breath hitches with his words, and our lips connect. Slightly tugging on my hair, he tilts my head back, and I open, letting his tongue into my mouth.
Need floods my system. One of my hands finds the back of his head, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, and the other digs into the firm muscles of his back.
All the tension of the past couple days completely snaps, and the kiss turns filthier with every stroke of his tongue. I’ll be damned if this doesn’t lead to more. I need him. Fuck, I want him so badly it’s starting to hurt.
Pulling back, I find the brown and green swirls of his eyes. Without looking away, I drop to my knees before him.
“Claire,” he warns, swallowing hard.
“Shhhh,” I say. “You keep taking care of me, and now I want to take care of you.”
When I tug on the towel around his waist, it falls to the floor, and his cock comes into view. The stud on the tip teases me, and I bite my lower lip as I take in the sight before me.
“Is it okay if I touch you?”
“You better,” he grits out.
Running my hands over his hips, I explore his body under his gaze, noting the details of his tattoo like I’ve never done before.
A lion’s head is in the center of his thigh with a mix of flowers and greenery inked around it. I take note of each type of flower there—foxgloves, daisies, tulips, and…
I blink, not sure I’m seeing the fourth flower that’s hidden among them correctly.
“It’s an anemone,” he says, as I peer up at him.
“Why?”
“I think you know why.”
My hands trace the petals, and I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the center of the flower.
I don’t give myself time to try to figure out the meaning behind my favorite flower being tattooed on his body.
We can unpack that later. Right now, his hard cock is already glistening with pre-cum just from me being on my knees, and I want to make him feel good.
He shudders above me as I lay kisses along his thighs, inching closer to his shaft. Looking up at him, I circle my tongue around the head, playing with each of the little metal balls of his piercing before taking him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he says on a moan as my tongue glides down this shaft.
One of my hands finds the back of his leg and the other finds the base of his cock, working him in perfect unison with my mouth.
Watching him react above me is enough to do me in.
I like having control over him like this, like being able to make his knees buckle as I swirl my tongue around the tip of his length.
His hips thrust forward, pushing him deeper into the back of my throat and causing me to gag a little, but I don’t stop. I like this too much to care.
I like the way he tastes. The way he feels.
“God, you look so fucking hot on your knees like this for me,” he praises.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck hard and his legs buckle again.
“Careful,” he warns. “I’m not going to last…”
I cup his balls, massaging gently.
His head falls back, and a guttural groan escapes as his words stop mid sentence. Removing my mouth from his shaft, I continue to stroke him in my hand.
“What were you saying?” I croon.
“I was…uh…” He swallows hard, his eyes falling closed. “Sugar, you keep touching me like that, and I’m not going to last very long.”
“No? What if I touch you like this?”
Grinning, my head dips forward and I run my tongue over this piercing.
“Claire,” he warns, his eyes opening again.
“Or like this?” I ask, glancing upward.
Opening my mouth, I wrap my lips around his length, and a growl leaves him. His hands knot into my hair, holding me steady. Over and over, my hand and mouth work in perfect unison, bringing him closer to the edge.
Peering up at him, his eyes find mine as he watches me work.
“So pretty when you’re desperate to taste my cum. Is that what you want?”
Pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, I moan around him.
“Do you want me to coat the back of your pretty throat?”
I hum against him, nodding my head, taking him deeper. Saltiness moves across my tongue as his cock begins to leak, and tears stream from my eyes as I continue to work him, giving him everything I’ve got.
“Fuck…fuck…” he pants as his legs tremble. His hand tightens in my hair, and I can tell he’s almost there. Need coils in my own core as I become more desperate to taste him. His hips thrust forward at a punishing pace as he chases his climax and fucks my mouth.
Letting out a loud groan, he finds his release, and I drink down every drop he gives me, wanting more because holy shit I like having his cock in my mouth and his hand knotted in my hair.