Chapter 11 Klaus #2
“Guess we’re both trouble, then, aren’t we?” Her fingers brushed against my chest through the open slit I’d left from not buttoning my shirt completely.
I laughed softly at her words. “Come. Let’s play Monopoly and drink fruity drinks.”
And that was it. I led her out of the club and into the waiting car.
“Woo! You owe me…” Rosalie counted her hotels as we sat at my table playing Monopoly. “Fourteen hundred. Pay up, money bags.”
I scrubbed my hand down my face before I fumbled around with the tiny Monopoly bills. This wasn’t going to plan. She really did want to play Monopoly. I had to get Frank to stop and get us the game on the way home.
I could say without hesitation that this was the strangest way I’d ever spent my time with a woman inside these walls.
“I don’t have that much,” I grumbled, looking at her.
She shrugged. “Mortgage.”
Fuck. Mortgage. I blew out a breath. She was too good at this game.
“I don’t like this game,” I muttered, shaking my head in irritation.
“What was your major in college when you were at Mayfair?” she asked, twirling a lock of her red hair around her finger.
“Finance,” I said with a sigh as I pushed my cash over to her.
“Good thing you didn’t pursue that career option. You’d be living in the bad neighborhood with Tommy Two Toes and splitting rent,” she said, reaching for the money.
I’d had enough. She was maddening. Too fucking beautiful, glorious, and just too goddamn desirable for me to hold back any longer.
Fuck Monopoly.
I reached out fast and wrapped my hands around her wrists. She stared up at me with big, surprised eyes, her lips parting.
The air shifted.
I made a decision. I wanted her. Badly.
And because of that, I was going to take her.
She let out a squeal as I tugged her across the table. The Monopoly board went sideways, the pieces and money flying. I didn’t stop pulling on her until I had her in my lap.
“What just happened?” she rasped.
“Hurricane,” I murmured, gripping her chin tightly. “Shouldn’t have built your hotels on the ocean.”
She stared into my eyes. My gut had butterflies flapping wildly. I’d never felt this way with a woman before.
“What are we doing?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
“Whatever you want,” I answered, running my thumb along her trembling bottom lip.
“I’m scared.” Her lashes fluttered.
“Of what?” I murmured, letting my hand trail along her jaw. Her skin was soft, and she shook so much for me. It truly was doing something to my head.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie,” I continued softly, tilting her chin up. “Tell me what you’re afraid of.”
“I-I don’t know what to do,” she said thickly.
“What are your options?”
“Um, I-I could run,” she replied.
“I don’t think you’d get far. What’s your other option?” I smiled at that. She wasn’t leaving this fucking apartment without me at least getting to taste her soft lips.
She bit her bottom lip for a moment. “I-I could kiss you.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” My heart pounded at her words.
She nodded, her eyes wide.
“One of those options is infinitely more fun than the other.”
She hesitated for a moment. I thought she’d lean in and kiss me, but she darted off my lap and made a beeline for the door.
Fuck, yes. A chase.
I loved a chase.
I caught her at the door, turned her quickly, and pushed her back against it.
Without another thought, I surged forward and crushed my lips against hers, claiming that pretty mouth.
It was instantaneous. She melted against me, her soft lips parting, allowing me to taste what I’d been craving since the moment I first saw her.
“You’re right,” she rasped against my lips. “This is more fun.”
It sure the hell was.
I lifted her tiny body with ease, and she was quick to wrap her legs around my waist. I didn’t hesitate. I took her straight to my bedroom. I’d made the decision and intended on following through as long as she continued to give me the green light.
I put her on my bed as she fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. I tore it open instead, taking in the way her eyes widened while the pinging of the buttons on the floor sounded out.
She wasted no time in running her hands down my chest and along my abs.
I groaned softly at her delicate, trembling touch.
She was driving me mad. The want, the desire, that rushed through me was untamable.
All I wanted to do was make her feel every inch of me.
Make her forget why she was ever sad, because a girl like my hummingbird didn’t deserve to have a tear taint her cheek.
I reached beneath her dress and tugged her panties off. Her breathing was heavy at the move. I was sure she was new to a real man since she’d only ever been with boys.
It took me hardly any time to strip her naked. I dropped her bra to the floor and went back on my knees to get a good look at her.
And fuck, what a masterpiece.
Sexy, dangerous curves, full, perky breasts, a bare pussy. She took care of herself. I loved it. I could look at her forever and never tire.
“Aren’t you a gorgeous little thing?” I murmured, working slowly on my belt.
“Klaus?” Her voice shook.
“Yes, hummingbird?” I removed my belt and let it fall to the floor as I continued to stare at her. She was nervous. I could tell by the way she stared back at me.
“What’s the square root of two hundred fifty-six?”
I smirked at her question. I liked how unpredictable she was. “Sixteen. Trying to make sure I’m smart enough to fuck you breathless?”
“Maybe.” She nibbled her bottom lip. “A-And nine hundred?”
“Thirty, which is about how many seconds it’s going to take me to make you come in my mouth.” It was a bold statement, but I had no doubts about my capabilities.
I didn’t give her a chance to ask me more questions. I dove in, my head between her legs, and let my tongue lash against her soaked pussy.
Fuck, she tasted like heaven. I could eat her forever and still want more.
She was incredibly responsive to me, her pussy soaked and her chest heaving as I played.
I slid two fingers deep into her pussy, grunting against her clit as I flicked and sucked. She was tight as hell. So fucking tight. Knowing my cock was going to be pushing deep inside her in only moments had me aching with so much desire I almost said fuck it and shoved my way into her.
She wiggled, a soft moan leaving her lips. I worked her harder. Faster. Desperate to make her come in my mouth.
She shifted, her pussy grinding against my face.
And then she was calling out my name, her back arched, her breathing heavy as her walls pulsed around my fingers. Her release rushed out.
She was a squirter.
Pride at a job well done rushed through me as she tangled her fingers in my hair and rode my face harder. Her thighs tightened around my head, making my dick painfully hard.
I continued my work until she was coming again. Weaving one orgasm into another with her was a piece of cake. She was made for me. I knew in that moment she was.
I slowed my work before I kissed her pussy. Sitting up, I stared down at her. She was breathing hard, looking so fucking sweet and ready for me.
Slowly, I removed my pants. My cock came out, and I watched as her eyes grew large.
I wasn’t a small man, and this may hurt her a little.
I didn’t want to have the birth control talk, so I opted to wrap it.
I always did anyway with any woman I was with.
Of course, I didn’t want to with Rosalie.
I wanted her raw, bare, and hot on my cock, but maybe I’d get to that eventually. For now, I’d take her this way.
I rolled the condom onto my dick, my eyes on her the entire time. She watched, her lips parted, her chest heaving.
I finished and balanced myself over her. She was incredibly tiny compared to my six-foot-eight frame.
She shook as I lined my dick up with her pussy.
I kissed her gently, our eyes locked on one another, as I pushed forward. Her breathing picked up, and she winced.
God. DAMN. She was tight as fuck.
“Fuck,” I rasped breathlessly, trying to hold my balance over her. “You’re so fucking tight. God, Rosalie.”
She whimpered, her hands on my shoulders as I hit rock bottom inside her.
She’d taken all of me. I really fucking liked that. Most women bitched and complained about my size, but she stared at me with complete trust.
I kissed her again. Gently. Slowly.
“Are you OK?” I whispered against her lips. That was a lot of cock she’d just taken.
“Y-Yes.”
“Tell me how you want it,” I murmured, needing to hear her tell me.
“Make me forget…”
I raked my fingers through her hair, her words hurting me. I knew what pain felt like when you tried and no one gave a damn. When they hurt you. Hell, I’d been hurting people my entire life, but I’d been hurt too.
Fuck, what was she doing to me? It was a question on repeat inside my head.
I pulled out and pushed back in. Out. In. Out. In. God, I could get so fucking deep. And she continued to take my cock.
Her nails dug into my back in such delicious pain.
I kissed her again, my hands traversing her sexy as hell body.
Her full breasts. Pretty face. Her soft curls.
I pumped in and out of her, making love to her.
I never made love. I fucked, and I fucked hard, but with her, I wanted to feel every delicious inch of her body and relish in it.
I took it slow until she jutted her hips up for me, letting me know she wanted more.
So I gave it to her. I picked up my pace, my lips against her neck. I wanted to mark her. I wanted the world to know I’d been here and claimed her.
She nipped back at me, making me groan softly at the pinch of pain.
I moved faster. Harder. Desperately hoping she could continue to take me because I didn’t get to do this often with a woman. The headboard banged against the wall as I worked her pussy over.
She moaned loudly. Her body arched against mine, her pussy milking my cock as she came hard.
“K-Klaus. Oh my god. Kl-Klaus…”
God yes.
I continued to pound into her, stopping to grind and swivel a few times, which only made her moan louder for me.
I slammed into her a final time as my orgasm took hold. It was so fucking strong I saw stars as my body quivered and my cock unloaded inside her body.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I breathed heavy, my body damp with sweat.
My pleasure was too intense. I moved unevenly as I finished coming, then I pressed my forehead to hers.
“Du bist ein Meisterwerk,” I whispered breathlessly. “Mein Meisterwerk. Mein. Ich werde dich behalten.”
You are a masterpiece. My masterpiece. Mine. I will keep you.
I kissed her again, those words coming from somewhere deep inside me. I was drunk on her.
“I’ll be right back,” I whispered against her lips before I withdrew from her.
Quickly, I went naked into the bathroom and cleaned myself. I dropped the filled condom into the trash and took a moment to stare at myself in the mirror.
I looked alive for the first time in years. I almost didn’t recognize myself. My blue eyes sparkled, and my hair was a mess from her fingers tugging at it. Her nail marks were bright red on my chest. I imagined my back looked even more marked. I really loved that.
Pushing away from the sink, I returned to the bedroom to find Rosalie wrapped in my sheet as she sat on the edge of my bed, crying softly.
My heart fell.
No. No, baby, no. Please don’t fucking regret me. Please.
I went and kneeled in front of her. I tilted her chin up gently so she was looking at me.
“What can I do?” I asked.
“Hold me?” She sniffled.
She didn’t need to ask me twice. I moved her over before getting into bed with her. I brought her into my arms and held her tightly. She rested her head on my chest and fit against me like a missing puzzle piece.
We stayed that way for a long time before she spoke.
“I-I don’t do this stuff. You’re my first outside the guys—”
“I know,” I replied, tracing circles on her arm with my fingers.
“Do-Do you do this stuff often? With women?”
I did not want to lie.
“Sometimes. Not like this, though. Sex, yes. I do have sex. But this? This is different. You are different.”
She went up on her elbow and stared down at me, dried tears on her cheeks.
“How? I’m so broken—”
I cradled her face. “You are not broken in the way you think. You are a work of art. A painting in progress. I cannot wait to see who you are once you’re complete. This is but one step in finding your way.”
“You won’t hate me in the morning?”
“No, I will never hate you.” I brought her in for a kiss. I could never hate her. She was what I thought of as perfect. “Never think that.” I kissed her softly, and she was quick to return my affections.
“Sleep. I will be gone when you wake, but I promise to return as soon as I can. Wait for me,” I murmured.
I had to work in the morning. It would be a long day, like it always was, but the prospect of her being here waiting for me made me eager to start the day so I could get back to her that much sooner.
“Here?”
“Yes. Right here.” I kissed her again. “In my bed. Beneath my sheets. Your clothes off. Waiting.”
She smiled against my lips
“Not on the couch?”
“Mm, right here, Rosalie.” One more kiss.
I broke it off when we were both breathless. She rested her head back against my chest as I held her tightly.
I’d never had a woman be like this with me. Not even my wife would lie with me like this.
“Sweet dreams, little hummingbird,” I murmured as her breathing grew deeper.
I prayed every dream she had from here on out would be sweet. She deserved it. She deserved the world.
And I hoped I could give it to her.