Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
DECLAN
I help Claire shove my pants down, my fingers fumbling like they’ve forgotten how to work. My coat and shirt hit the floor in a careless heap, shoes kicked aside. Her hands are on me immediately, nails scraping down my chest, and then she’s sinking to her knees like she’s meant to be there.
And when she drags her tongue along her lips, I’m surprised I don’t come right away.
I’ve always found Claire gorgeous. You’d have to be blind not to.
But right now? On her knees in front of me with her wide eyes trained on mine, her lips parted slightly as she wraps her hand around my throbbing dick?
She’s never looked so damn irresistible.
The seconds seem to stretch as she slides her hand up and down my length, slow and methodical. As if she has all the time in the world.
As if she’s not driving me crazy with every delicious pull.
Finally, she parts her lips even more and takes me in her mouth. I can’t stop the sound that rips out of me. Low. Rough. Almost desperate. I tip my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as her tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, the kind that makes every muscle in my body lock tight.
I fist my hand in her hair, fighting the urge to hold her there and take control. It would be too easy to let go. To lose myself completely.
“You look so damn beautiful with your mouth full of cock.”
She moans, increasing her motions.
“Your mouth full of my cock,” I growl, my restraint slipping more and more with each tease of her tongue.
She closes her eyes and squirms, as if trying to dull the ache inside of her. I can only imagine how wet she is right now. What I wouldn’t give to slide my fingers through her dripping cunt. To bury my face between her legs.
The mere thought makes me even harder, that familiar sensation forming low in my stomach. I can feel the edge looming. Can sense my control slipping.
So I step back before it’s too late, my chest heaving.
She looks up, confused. “Did I do something wrong?”
I haul her up, my lips grazing her ear. “The opposite. You were doing everything right. But as much as I love fucking your mouth…” My hand drifts down, teasing her through the thin barrier of her shorts.
“I need to fuck your cunt.” I touch my forehead to hers, my voice dropping to a rasp. “Can I do that?”
“God, yes,” she exhales.
“Then I guess it’s my turn to unwrap my present.”
She gives me a flirtatious grin. “I guess it is.”
My lips find the slope of her neck, her pulse hammering beneath her skin, and I taste her. Warm. Sweet. Addictive.
“What are you doing?” she whines. “You’re supposed to unwrap your present.”
I smile against her, my fingers tracing idle circles over her hips. “I am. But unlike you, I like the anticipation of slowly unwrapping my gift. It makes the payoff even sweeter when I get to play with my new toy.”
Her nails dig into me. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”
That’s the idea. Watching her come undone like this is intoxicating. Too intoxicating. This is the part that’s dangerous. The part where I forget every reason I should stop.
And it’s not because of Joshua.
It’s because of the way Claire makes me feel.
I’ve been with plenty of women in my forty-two years.
Not a single one of them ever made me feel like this. Never made me feel like I was unraveling, piece by piece.
And I don’t know what to do about it.
I kiss her hard, pushing down the nagging feeling of doubt bubbling inside me. With my hand on her hip, I steer her toward the bed, tearing my lips from hers as I lay her down and settle between her legs.
“Time to play with my toy.” I waggle my brows. “But I have a confession.”
She tilts her head. “What’s that?”
“I used to have a bad habit of putting my toys in my mouth first.”
Her lips curve as she threads her fingers through my hair. “Is that right?”
I slowly nod. “It is.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
She places her hand on my shoulders, encouraging me to slide down her body. But just like when I undressed her, I take my time, relishing the feel of her soft skin.
I pull a nipple between my lips, circling my tongue, then bite softly. She moans, her nails digging harder into my scalp. But she doesn’t ask me to stop. Doesn’t ask me to hurry. She stays in the moment with me.
I move to her other breast, giving it the same treatment before snaking down her frame, tasting every single inch of skin. As I do, Claire grows even more needy, her hips circling in desperation, her chest heaving through her ragged breaths.
God, I love watching her unravel like this. Love seeing how much I turn her on. Love how damn responsive she is.
I’ve never been with another woman like her. Sure, they did all the right things. Moaned when I touched them. Cried out when I fucked them.
But it was never like this. Never felt like they were on the brink of combusting from just my touch.
And I never felt this sort of raw desperation like I do with Claire.
I hesitate as I reach her waist, lifting my eyes to meet hers. They’re fiery, full of hunger and want and need.
And I love that I do this to her.
“Go on, Declan,” she encourages as she slides a hand down her stomach and begins to rub her clit. “Put your toy in your mouth.”
I groan, pushing her thighs farther apart.
For several seconds, I watch as Claire touches herself.
It’s killing me not to taste her. Not to bury my face in her cunt, but I love watching her do this, too.
Love seeing how comfortable she is with me now, especially after how nervous she was doing this in front of me mere weeks ago.
“Tell me, Claire,” I rasp out, licking my lips as my tongue salivates with the promise of her taste.
“Yes, Declan,” she moans.
“Whenever you’ve touched yourself over the past few weeks, did you think of me?”
“God, yes.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Everything.” She rubs herself faster, and I press a hand to her wrist, preventing her from touching herself.
“Tell me,” I admonish. “Tell me exactly what you were thinking.”
“How incredible it felt when you fucked me. How you gave me what I needed. How you didn’t judge me for wanting you to spank me or bite me or pull my hair.”
I move up her body, cupping her cheeks. “I would never judge you for sharing your desires. There’s nothing wrong with liking what you do.” I give her a slight smile. “And it just so happens I like the same things.”
I press my lips back to hers, our tongues touching briefly before I pull away and settle back between her legs, pushing her thighs even wider.
“Now, I want you to come on my tongue, Claire.”
I slide my tongue up her center before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking. I can’t help the groan that escapes from the taste of her. It’s like I’ve been starving without even knowing it. Every sound she makes vibrates through me, each one pulling me deeper under.
I give her what she likes, what she needs, sucking and nibbling on her clit as I push a finger inside her, then another.
It doesn’t take long for her body to tense.
She grips my hair, as if needing something to keep her grounded, fighting the inevitable.
But it’s a losing battle. The last few weeks have taught me that.
“Come on, Claire.” I increase my motions, thrusting my fingers in and out of her with even more urgency. “Don’t fight it, baby. Come for me. Now.”
I give her pussy a light slap, and it’s like a hairpin trigger, her body spasming around me as she cries out my name. I should savor this, but I don’t. I need to be inside her. Now.
I climb back over her, bringing my erection up to her entrance. Then I thrust into her, her walls clenching around me like they never want to let me go. My hands cradle her face, our ragged breaths crashing in the space between us.
“How does my toy like to be played with?” My voice is low, uneven. “Should I take it easy? Or test her limits?”
Her nails rake down my back, and she catches my earlobe between her teeth. “Test her limits.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
I hook her legs over my shoulders and drive into her harder. Each thrust is brutal, deliberate. Nothing soft. Nothing tender. I tell myself it’s safer this way. If I treat her like every other woman, maybe she won’t be any different.
But I know it’s a lie.
I could tell Claire was different before I ever touched her. Before I felt her. Before I tasted her.
It’s why I haven’t been able to stay away.
Why I know it’s going to kill me when I have to.
Because there’s no future here.
She deserves more than I’m capable of giving her.
I just have to keep reminding myself of that.