Chapter 11
Eleven
Claire
How did we get here? We went from trying not to touch to Seth going down on me. My fingers pull on his hair as he brings me closer to the edge. He flicks his tongue before pressing it flat against me—alternating the pressure and the pace.
Shivers run up my limbs and back down my spine and it feels like I can barely control my body. My hips lift and tilt, my back arches, and my hands can’t do anything but touch him. Seth feeds on me, and all these cues, and doesn’t stop.
Even when he’s stealing looks at me—which is ironic, because I’m doing the same to him—he doesn’t quit. His eyes are fierce, a perfect match for the sly grin that keeps his lips dragging up. The man is smiling literally into me and this whole thing is spontaneous and ridiculously hot.
He turns his head and bites the inside of my thigh. I’m sure it’s going to leave a mark and I sort of love it.
“Fuck!” The whine slips out of my mouth and a hand flies up to cover it.
“Don’t cover that mouth. Let me hear you, baby.” Seth coaxes me, cheers me on.
I glance at him and he’s looking at me like a man obsessed, making me feel worthy of this attention. Fuck, I don’t ever want him to look at me any other way.
The hand not filling me finds my thigh and he digs into it, grabbing, like he needs all of it. I put both my hands back in his hair and can’t believe how good it feels. My nerves are fried but I chase my orgasm, like it’s the only thing that will soothe the burns.
I can’t help but whine and whimper as my climax is within reach and I pull Seth’s hair like it will help me get over the finish line. He clues in and moans into me, the vibration pushing the tip of the wave over, and the world falls away.
It’s like I’m flying—stars passing me by—and Seth keeps it up. My back arches off the bed and I’m holding onto his hair like it’s a lifeline, keeping his mouth on me. The shocks keep coming, rocking me from the inside out, cracking me open and sending me falling into the abyss.
My chest rises and falls as I fight for oxygen and then Seth’s hovering over me. He’s kissing my neck, soft and slow, as his erection pushes into me. I’m so sensitive that I flinch when he touches me—but I can’t get enough of it.
His smile is bright and a little bit ‘I told you so,’ and as I come back to the world around us, I know it’s my turn to take control. For a second, doubt tries to push to the front of my mind, but I tell it to get lost—now’s not the time.
Lightly, I push his shoulder until he takes the hint and lays on his back. The lingerie is too much for my skin so I pull the hem up and over, tossing it. Bare for him, I catalog his expression—one seemingly of awe. It makes me feel like I can do anything.
“Fuck, Claire.” He groans while reaching his hand into his shorts, like he’s going to stroke himself.
I don’t think so.
Instead, I’m standing at the foot of the bed, and I reach up, pulling on the elastic band of his shorts. Once I pull them down and throw them on the floor, I catch my first glimpse of him. His cock stands at full attention, thick and veiny.
The just-fed need roars again and I’m hungry for him. I put one knee on the bed, in between his legs, and slowly crawl up on the bed. He watches me like it’s his job; when I’m in front of him, I take another look at his length and the shiny bead of precum on the head.
Slowly, I situate myself on all fours, leaning on one hand and using the other to grab hold of him. The pressure is light, delicate, like I’m holding something that could break. His dick is heavy in my hand as I give it a squeeze and he licks his lips while watching me.
We don’t break eye contact as I wrap my fingers around him and tip my mouth to that drop of wetness. Sticking out my tongue, I slowly lap it up before placing a kiss where it used to be. His muscles clench and I love that I can make him react like this.
My hand covers him at his base, my pinky close to his balls, and I take the tip of my tongue, pressing just enough for him to feel it, from the tip, down to my fingers, and back up again.
“Fuck,” he growls and tips his head back, closing his eyes.
I do it again, top to bottom, squeezing my hand when my tongue is close.
Next, I flatten my tongue a bit and taste more of him in the same pattern.
Letting go, I brace myself on his thighs, kissing the head of his dick with a closed mouth.
I plant a few kisses and then I catch his eyes, needing to know if he’s watching me.
He is.
Just like I wanted him to.
I open my lips and take him in my mouth, as much as I can fit. His hands cover mine, still holding onto his thighs, and I try to take more of him the second time. And a third. Then I’m licking the veins, bulging, and making myself wet all over again.
This time, I’m going to push the limit as I put him in my mouth and try to get aggressive with how much of it I can cover. When I go too far, a gag comes from me and he whimpers.
Seth sits up and grabs my face, pulling our lips together. Crashing. Tasting. He’s frantic and the way he devours me sends a shock to my core. It’s like I’m air and he hasn’t had a full breath ever, until right now, and I’m fucking eating it up.
But I’m still not satisfied. I want him. More of him.
I straddle him, my knees on each side of his hips, and he holds my ass, letting me take the lead. He seems to know I need it. He smacks my ass with one hand, playfully, and I let my entrance rub against his dick.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, sitting up and taking one of my nipples in his mouth, his hands at my back.
“Yes.” The word from my mouth doesn't sound like me.
He lays back and uses his hands to lift me over him. His cock nudges my entrance and I have no idea how much of him I’ll be able to take. Inch by inch, he fills me.
“You’re so tight. Still wet for me.” His arms flex as he controls me on top of him and I don’t know if I’ve ever been with someone this strong.
He’s as gentle as he can be; it stings, but in a way that might kill me if we don’t keep going. I move my hips, needing more, and can feel my walls stretch for him.
I breathe through it, deep and slow, my body tingling from the pressure. And then I’m taking all of him and he just stops, waiting for me to make the next call.
Slowly, I ride him, moving my hips forward, still stretching with his length. Seth’s hands find my ass and he digs his fingers into my cheeks—hard enough to leave a mark. I throw my head back, finding my rhythm, my hands pushing into his chest.
He takes a thumb and puts it in front of my clit.
When I rock forward, it hits me just right and I can’t believe how close I am to coming again.
My breathing is shallow, quick, and I can’t help but chew my lip.
I lift my chest, my hands finding my hair and pulling it, as Seth grips my hips with his other hand.
I’m obsessed with the way his fingers dig into me, keeping the rhythm and pushing us closer together.
Seth pants, “I’m close. I’m—” His eyes are on me and I’m back to putting my hands on him, feeling his muscles flex underneath my fingers.
The slight lean forward, plus his thumb with the pressure, is all it takes for me to come again. This time it’s slow and it drags me with it. My arms shake as I hold myself up, trying to keep my screams to myself, because we’re not in someone’s apartment—we’re at a fucking inn.
Seth speeds up, causing my orgasm to hit me like a tidal wave, and then he’s whimpering right alongside me. I feel him contract and flex deeper into me, the veins showing themselves on his neck as both of his hands find my ass.
He sits up, riding out his own shocks as I continue to push into him, needing more. Wanting everything he has to give. When the shivers leave my skin and I’m brought back to the two of us in this bed, I can’t help but fall into him.
His hand wraps around me. “I like my rule,” Seth whispers while rubbing my skin. I’m too spent to do anything.
Or even tell him he’s right.