30. Claire
30
CLAIRE
H e doesn’t join me that night. I stay up for longer than I should, tossing and turning, expecting him. No, that’s not right. Waiting for him to come. Wanting it.
The bastard stays in his room.
Mmmmm.
“So very wet.”
I’m floating a million miles away, enjoying the best of dreams. A dirty dream, but that doesn’t bother me. It’s hardly the first time. I don’t seem to get any other kind of dreams this week.
My hips are grinding, wanting, needing more of the soft pressure between my legs.
“Your cunt is strangling my fingers again.”
Slowly, lazily, my eyes flutter open.
“Oh, god !”
No wonder I was having the best of dreams. Keller’s bent over my breasts, licking every available inch, while his fingers move inside me. He’s also completely naked, his cock warm and heavy against my stomach.
I don’t know how long he’s played my body like a fiddle, but the familiar, visceral need for relief is at its peak already, so I’d guess for a while.
“Good morning,” he tells me, noticing my open eyes. “I brought something fun.”
Without further warning, he’s pushing that familiar, white, microphone-like device right at my clit, and I scream, losing it instantly.
Good morning indeed.
Keller sits up, a smug smirk lightening his features. “Do you know how rare it is, for a woman to come so very easily? You truly are made to be fucked, Claire.”
I roll my eyes. “Is that why you’re doing everything except fucking me?”
“Oh?” He’s delighted. “So, this isn’t fucking you, huh?”
His guides his cock to my asshole, pressing it in.
I’m getting tired of this. I move my hips so it aims higher instead.
It only makes him laugh.
“Oh, no, darling. I wouldn’t be so presumptuous as to pop that cherry. Remember my rule,” the jerk says, replacing his cock against my asshole.
He’s lubed it up today. When his hips jerk forward in one deep thrust, my ass lets him in, used to it by now.
“I don’t break toys that don’t belong to me.”
“You can break me,” I whine, half pleading, as he continues filling my ass, fast, my hips lifting to meet his. “ Please .”
“Out of the question, little ghost.” His thumb is back on my clit, circling it. “At least until you take care of that boyfriend of yours.”
It all comes down to that, doesn’t it? Keller made it clear he doesn’t intend to respect me while I have a boyfriend. And quite frankly, especially while his cock’s plowing into me, I can’t argue his point.
I’m a cum dumpster while I have a boyfriend.
I am only getting fucked in the ass while I have a boyfriend, no matter how much I want him everywhere.
That’s his line. He’s okay fucking a girl who’s technically taken, but he won’t be nice about it.
“Fine!” I croak.
“Fine, what?”
“I’ll call him. I’ll break up with me. Just please?—”
Taking my lower body with him, he leans in. “No.”
Fuck. The next thrust is punishing . Fast and deep and he unrelentingly keeps fucking me just like that.
“Unless you call him now ,” that is. “I think you enjoyed our last phone call. Would you like to talk to dear old Noah while I fuck your ass?”
I’m too busy panting and moaning to give a coherent response. I can’t make a phone call, with the bed creaking, his balls slapping my butt, and my drenched pussy soaking his stomach, and he knows that.
Instead, I take it in the ass like a good cum dumpster. It feels good. It makes me come a second time, and the muscles of my ass gripping his cock sends Keller over the edge with me. But through it all, I can feel my pussy begging for attention. This is where I want him, where I need him. He knows it, I know it.
Screw this.
I’m still breathing hard when I bring my phone to my ear.
Keller’s rolled to his back; he glances at me with one eyebrow cocked.
“Finally! What’s a guy supposed to do to talk to his girlfriend, huh?”
“Hey, Noah.” I do my best to not sound like I just ran a marathon. “Sorry about not getting in touch earlier. I’ve done a lot of thinking over the last few days, and I wanted to tell you—it’s not working. You and I.” I say it all in one go, before he can interrupt. “I already told you at the end of last year. Keeping a relationship like ours going with states of distance just doesn’t work. I’m sorry.”
“So, that’s how it is, huh?” He sounds cold. “One week over there, and you’ve decided you’re too good for me?”
I catch Keller’s eye.
He was right. This is when the insults are going to start. And the suggestions, too.
To be fair, he’s right. But if I had been completely innocent in this, he would have said the same thing.
Rather than submit myself to all the verbal abuse he’s no doubt gearing up to give me, I reply, “That’s all I had to say. Take care,” and I hang up.
Cowardly, yes. But truly, there is nothing else I need to tell him. I ended it. He can accept it or rage, it won’t matter. Not this time.
My phone rings—the alarm to start getting ready for my baking appointment next door. Instead of paying attention to it, I climb over Keller’s naked body, aligning myself over his lap, placing the tip at my entrance.
“You need to be prepped for this. You need lube. I should make you come another time,” he says, frowning.
For once, he seems a little lost, his usual confidence and amusement entirely vanished from his expression.
“No,” I tell him, before lowering myself on his cock, my hands on his hard abs.
Fuck .
It’s huge. He wasn’t kidding when he said it would break me. I’m not even halfway down the shaft and I feel him pushing things inside me, into my belly. I grind into it, which doesn’t lessen the overwhelming fullness, but it somehow seems to shift some of my insides to allow me to sink farther.
Keller just watches me, staying very still. I get the impression it takes a certain amount of effort for him to avoid moving, but he does it. He lets me fuck myself onto his cock, until my ass sits on his lap. It’s not comfortable, it’s too full, but I fit him in.
Keller sits up, bringing a hand to my cheek. “Tell me if it’s too much. Tell me if it hurts.”
His hips start swaying, moving slowly. Frustratingly so. Something inside me, tight and demanding, wants far, far more. “It doesn’t hurt.” There’s pressure, yes, but everything in me tells me the answer is more of him, not less. “Please, Keller.”
“Anything,” he assures me easily, like I could have had this, had him all along.
And I could. All it took was facing my demons in a three-minute phone call.
Keller anchors his feet on my bed, and lifts his hips, up and down, fucking me from underneath, his rhythm increasing in an unending crescendo. I hold on for dear life, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, my body doing its best to meet his, but I only match one thrust for every two or three of his, bouncing up and down with increasing desperation.
This is nothing like what I’ve experienced before. Sure, his penetration has always felt good, and my ignited core was appeased by the growing pressure and my orgasms, but this time, he seems to be smashing right into that core, each abrupt move of his cock drilling right at the core of the tense, molten need. I sob out nonsense, sucking in as much air as I can, feeling like I could die.
And then, Keller inverts us, pinning me under him, fucking me into the mattress. Legs in the air, all my muscles on fire, sweating, begging, I’ve lost sight of who and what I am past this. Nothing else matters.
“—so good,” I hear over my whines. “You feel so fucking perfect. My beautiful Claire. Just hold it a little longer. I won’t last. Fuck !”
His cock feels bigger inside me, each thrust making my eyes roll back in my skull.
His hands are everywhere. Cupping my breasts, my face, sliding along my legs. His mouth finds mine, swallowing my nonsensical series of pleas and pants.
“Now. Come with me now,” he demands, thumb finding my clit, and pinching it with that one last thrust that undoes the coiling nerves inside me.
All my body goes limp. I can’t think. The thought of moving is laughable.
Keller collapses on top of me, keeping his weight on his arms, either side of me.
His mouth finds the side of my face. “Damn, Claire. Give a man a warning.”
I manage a chuckle. “You never warn me .”
“You really did it. Got rid of the deadweight.”
That makes me grin. “So, do I upgrade from cum dumpster? What’s the next label?”
“What label do you want? Your call.”
I look up, taken aback. “I get to pick, huh?”
“Yep. Doesn’t matter what you call yourself. I know what you are.”
“And what’s that?” I’d bristle if I wasn’t this relaxed.
“ Mine ,” Keller retorts, rolling on top of me again, his lips falling on my knees, shoulders parting my exhausted limps.
“Already?”
“Oh yeah.” His cock’s back at my entrance, just as hard as usual.
“My poor pussy,” I complain halfheartedly. “I’d run away if I had the energy.”
“You can’t run.” His mouth presses against one of my nipples. “You can’t hide.” The other nipple. He lingers there long enough to wrap his tongue around it. “You won’t escape me,” Keller breathes against my ear. But Claire, if you must, feel free to scream.”
Then he rams in without warning, no longer holding back.
And I do scream.