Chapter 38 Gimme Three
Claire
Tonight has been everything I could have ever imagined. I feel myself falling hard for Everett, and I know there’s no going back. The kiss we shared under the tree lit something within me, and I know he wants me like that too. I can feel it.
“Thank you for making tonight so magical,” I say, crawling under the covers next to him.
“I’d do anything for you,” he assures me, pulling me back into him tightly and causing my ass to brush up against his crotch.
“Claire,” he warns, his voice dripping with desire. I love that I have this effect on him. That all it takes to turn him on is an innocent, or not so innocent, graze of my ass against his cock.
“What?” I feign, need already rippling through me as I anticipate what he’ll do next.
“Didn’t you just turn off that Christmas movie because you were tired. You move like that again, and you won’t be falling asleep anytime soon.”
“Promise?” I purr, pushing my hips back again. In one swift movement, he tangles my legs with his, completely restricting my movement and giving him access to all of me.
He presses his lips to my neck, and his hand trails down my abdomen toward the top of my underwear.
“You have no idea what you just started,” he teases.
“Oh, I think I do.”
His fingers toy with the silky fabric, and I push back again, finding his erection. Tilting my head, I expose more of my neck to him. His mouth sucks gently on my sensitive skin, and I guide his hand lower.
“Touch me,” I beg.
He chuckles against me and spreads my legs a little further apart using his. My breaths grow heavy as I anticipate his touch. Gliding his hand down, his fingers tease my wet slit, and I let out a moan as he finds my clit. Circling it gently, I writhe my hips back again.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he says.
I begin to pant under his touch as he continues to apply the perfect pressure, sliding two fingers deep inside me, curling them at the perfect angle.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, his voice firm and low. “Want me to play with your perfect pussy until you soak my hand.”
Fuck, I like when he talks like this. I like when he takes control and makes me beg.
“No,” I breathe out.
“No?” he questions, pushing deeper inside me.
“I want more than…” His thumb presses against my clit, and my head lolls back. “I want more than just your hand.”
“Patience,” he says. “I’m just getting started.”
He curls his fingers inside me, and pressure begins to build between my legs.
“Everett,” I moan, as he removes his hand, stopping my climax in its tracks, and leaving me desperate and frustrated. Slowly, he runs his hand up and under my sleep shirt and grinds his hips forward.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, desperate for more. “Touch me again.”
Running his thumb and finger over my peaked nipple, he pinches gently, and his warm breath tickles the back of my neck, causing me to shudder underneath him.
“I don’t want you to let go until I tell you to,” he commands.
“Okay,” I pant, as his hand starts to trail down my body again. “I can listen.”
He groans behind me, and his hand dips below the fabric of my thong once more.
“I want to fuck you with my hand,” he says, pushing one finger inside of me.
“Then, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.” He adds a second finger, curling them upwards, and my breath hitches.
“And then, when you don’t think you have anything left to give me, I’m going to fuck your perfect cunt with my cock.” He adds a third finger, stretching me wide. My hips buck, and he stills me with his strong legs.
Holy fuck, I think he could honestly make me come with the shit he says to me.
“Yesss,” I breathe.
He continues to pump his fingers inside me, and his thumb applies the perfect amount of pressure to my sensitive bud. I do my best to hold on, trying not to fall until he tells me to, but with every movement, pressure begins to build low in my belly.
My body heats at the thought that I’m at his complete disposal. I’m his to play with, and fuck I like it.
“Come for me,” he says.
My legs shake as I fall, my body naturally wanting to squeeze my thighs together around his hand, but he doesn’t allow it.
Instead, he uses his legs to hold mine slightly apart, adding to the intensity of my release.
He continues to finger me through the waves of my orgasm, and when I’m done, he rolls to his back.
“Fuck,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“Get up here,” he says.
“What?” I ask, breathless and not entirely sure how he just made something as simple as fingering me that hot. Or how I just came that hard.
“Sugar, I told you I wanted to fuck you with my tongue, so I’m going to need you to take off those panties you just soaked and sit on my face.”
My breath hitches, and I remove my thong, then turn to face him. His eyes are dark, and his pupils are blown.
I run my hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs, but his hand grips my wrist gently, stopping me.
“I don’t think you understand how badly I need to taste you,” he says, shaking his head.
“What if I want your cock first,” I quip.
“Soon,” he says. “Now. Come. Here.”
Crawling up his body, I straddle his head and grasp the top of the headboard.
His hands trail up my thighs, bunching the shirt around my hips.
Gripping them firmly, he pulls me down, taking my entire pussy into his mouth.
His tongue works up my center, and I grind my hips against the rough hair that covers his face.
Pressure immediately starts to coil low in my spine as he devours me, gripping my ass tighter with every lick of his tongue. My hips buck against him as he toys with my clit, and I grow more and more desperate for his cock.
“Fuck me,” I beg as he works me with his mouth. “Fuck, I need you.”
He groans into me, vibrating my core, but doesn’t give in to my plea. All it takes is a few more flicks of his tongue against my clit for me to fall again. Liquid pools between my legs, and he drinks in every drop I give him.
I roll off the top of him, attempting to catch my breath again.
He turns to meet me, taking my mouth into a filthy kiss of clashing tongues and teeth, and I frantically attempt to pull his boxers away and free his cock.
I manage to get them over his hips, and he kicks them the rest of the way off, and then he pulls the shirt over my head.
“Condom,” he says. “We need a condom.”
“I can’t wait,” I say. “I need you bare.”
“You sure.”
I nod my head eagerly.
“Please,” I beg again. “I have an IUD, and you can pull out for all I care, but I want you bare.”
Rolling to my back, he moves over me, lining up his shaft between my legs. In one movement, he pushes his hips forward so that we’re flush against each other.
“Oh my, Everett…” I moan as his thick cock stretches me.
“Shit,” he says, “you feel too good.”
Pushing my hips upward, we begin to move against each other. The metal balls of his piercing make contact with my most sensitive spot, and I scream out his name again.
His mouth finds mine as we continue to match each other’s pace. Tonight feels more intense than ever before. It’s rough, but gentle. Naughty, but nice. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted with him, but nothing like we’ve ever had before.
“I need you to let go again,” he says, pulling his mouth away from mine. “I’m so fucking close, but I need to feel you come undone one more time.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Gimme three,” he says, rotating his hips perfectly.
He pumps into me a few more times, and I’m gone.
Falling again over the edge. His mouth meets mine, and he swallows my screams as my orgasm rips through me.
Liquid floods between my legs as he continues to chase his own release and carries me through mine.
He groans into me, pulling out and painting my stomach and chest with his cum. The look on his face is feral as he comes down from his high.
“Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.” His eyes rake down my body, following the trail he left. My chest rises and falls, and I’ve never felt sexier than I do right now painted in him.
Without warning, he slowly moves down my body. His tongue glides up my center in a long, languid stroke before trailing across my stomach, through his own release.
My breath becomes more rapid as I watch in awe of him. His mouth finds mine, and the mix of our releases dance across my tongue, causing me to moan into him. The kiss is erotic. Our tongues tangle and our teeth clash. I can’t get enough.
He pulls away, and his mouth grazes just below my ear. “Did you taste that, Sugar?”
Swallowing hard, a small moan escapes me.
“Did you taste how good we are together?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
Rolling off the bed, he goes into the bathroom and returns a moment later with a warm towel. Gently, he cleans me up, something he’s never done before. There’s a tenderness to his gaze, and my heart flutters as I watch him.
“I’ve never come that hard,” I admit.
“I knew I could make you squirt,” he says, trailing the towel down my abdomen and over my thighs. “Fuck, you look beautiful.”
Bending down, he kisses me gently. He helps me out of bed, and I disappear into the bathroom to finish getting cleaned up while he remakes the bed.
I crawl back under the freshly changed sheets and melt into his embrace, certain in this moment that no matter what happens, I never want to know a world where he and I don’t exist together.