Chapter 6 Claire #2
I can hear the strain in his voice. I’m embarrassed and turned on and desperate for more. I need to taste him as I fall apart.
As much as I’ve never even thought about it before, I suddenly need that like I need air.
Going for his jeans, I start to undo the button and zipper. My fingers are trembling. I’ve never done this before. Never wanted to. But with Alec, I want to try. I want to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel.
Alec’s hand stills between my thighs. “Claire. You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” I meet his eyes, hoping he can see how much I mean it. “Show me how?”
Something flickers across his face. Hunger and tenderness all tangled together.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “I can do that.”
I take the opportunity to change positions, straddling his face with him on his back so I can get at his erection. When I pop him free—Alec’s tongue already working me so magnificently that I’m seconds from climaxing—my jaw actually drops.
Jesus. He’s enormous.
It’s going to be a stretch to take him in my mouth. I have no idea how I’d ever be able to have sex with him.
In the back of my mind, a voice says we’d find a way.
Nervousness flutters through me. I want him too badly to quit, but I don’t know what I’m doing.
Just try. He’ll tell you if it’s wrong.
Tentatively, I lower my mouth to him. I start with a lick across the tip, tasting salt and something distinctly him. Alec groans against my pussy, and the vibration makes me gasp.
“That’s it, darling.” His voice is strained. “Just like that.”
Encouraged, I wrap my lips around his head and suck gently. His hips jerk, and his fingers dig into my thighs.
“Fuck. Your mouth feels incredible.”
I take him deeper, trying to remember what I’ve seen in porn. Rolling my mouth up and down. Using my hand to stroke what I can’t fit.
I may be a virgin, but I’m not completely na?ve.
“You’re doing so good,” Alec groans. “So fucking good for me.”
The praise sends heat rushing through me. I want more of it. Want to earn more of those sounds he’s making.
I try to take him deeper and gag a little. Tears spring to my eyes.
“Easy.” His hand comes up to stroke my hip. “Don’t force it. Just do what feels good.”
I pull back, catching my breath, then try again. Slower this time. Focusing on swirling my tongue around his head while my hand works his shaft.
“Yes.” His tongue plunges into me, and I moan around his cock. “That’s perfect. Don’t stop.”
We’re both licking and sucking and touching, and it doesn’t take long before I’m shattering apart, coming so hard I see stars. Apparently, that does it for Alec—along with the rough suction I use on his blunt head—because his cock thickens before he’s coming hard.
“Claire—fuck—”
I swallow him down as best I can, the taste strange but not unpleasant. Some of it escapes, dripping down my chin, and I feel my cheeks burn.
But Alec is groaning like I’ve just given him the best experience of his life, so maybe I didn’t mess it up too badly.
He helps me off him and carries me to the couch. We lie there together, catching our breath, and before I know it, we’ve fallen asleep.
At some point, Alec moved us into my bed. I wake up with his arm draped over my back. I roll over and stare up at the ceiling in shock.
I did that again. Again.
I’m still naked, lying next to Alec in my bed. He has his boxers on, and at some point, he ditched his shirt. I just stare at his sleeping face for a while.
It surprises me that Alec didn’t try to do anything else. I know he has to want sex, but he’s not forcing it.
I shudder as the memory of Theodore creeps up my spine and twists my stomach. Alec is a much better man, no matter what he does for a living.
I want to bask in the afterglow, but my phone rings, scaring the crap out of me. I sit up and snatch it off my nightstand, swiping the green circle to stop the noise.
“Hello?”
“Claire.”
My stomach drops. It’s Gary, my boss. He never calls this early. Hell, he never calls at all. And his tone is anything but pleasant.
“Hi, Mr. Carter. Is something wrong?”
Alec stirs beside me. I glance over my shoulder with a forced smile. I’d hoped I caught the ring quick enough, but it clearly woke him up.
“Yeah. Apparently, one of my girls has been pissing off a senator? Were you even going to tell me about this?”
Gary sounds furious. My heart races. I swallow hard, my hand shaking where I hold the phone.
“It’s a private matter, Mr. Carter. I—”
“The hell it is.” A tiny pause. “You’re fired. I won’t get caught up in this mess with a politician.”
Before I can say a single word, Gary hangs up.
I sit there as dead air plays on my phone until the call naturally closes. Utterly speechless, I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face.
How am I going to pay my rent? How am I going to pay for anything?
Other clubs won’t take me now. Gary will spread that news everywhere. I’m so screwed. I can’t get unemployment, and finding a different job will take forever.
I could bartend, but nothing will pay as much as dancing.
“Dammit.”
“What is it?”
I suddenly remember Alec is with me. “He fired me. I… I just lost my job.”
“Jesus fuck. Claire, I’m so sorry. I’ll—”
Another ring cuts him off. Alec looks down at the floor where his cell is buzzing in the pocket of his jeans. He reaches for it and puts it to his ear.
“Hey, Boss. What’s up?”
The volume on his phone is turned up—probably by accident—so I hear it when his boss says, “Why the fuck is Theodore McDowell Jr. threatening my business?”