Chapter 30 – Miles
THIRTY
MILES
“Miles, what are you doing?” She giggles as we walk out of the Seabreeze, Claire over my shoulder.
Never in my life have I ever been more grateful for that stupid fucking fishing competition. Because of it, the truck is right outside for me to put Claire into before jogging around the front and getting in. Gravel ricochets along the underside of the truck as I back out and then make my way to my destination.
“Miles,” she says with a louder laugh. “What is happening? What are you doing?”
“You wanna be a bad girl? I’m going to make it happen,” I say low, reaching over as I drive faster than I should and gripping her thigh, pulling one to the side. “Be good and widen your legs for me.”
She looks at me, and when I glance at her, her lips are parted, and she is panting.
“What?”
My fingers dig into her thigh. “Open your legs for me, Claire. Give me some room.” I’m grateful when she doesn’t argue, instead parting her legs as I slide further up her skirt and then down the front of her underwear, finding them already soaked against the back of my hand.
“So wet already,” I groan, my fingers sliding through her sweet, wet pussy with ease.
“Miles,” she whispers, but doesn’t stop me. Instead, she sits back further, legs parting wider, and she slightly shifts to give me better access as I drive on a mission. I groan at her acceptance and her eagerness for me to slip a single finger inside. I don't finger her, just hold it at her entrance, her hips rocking gently, shifting the heel of my palm against her clit.
By the time I get us to the other side of town, where there’s less foot traffic on the beach this time of night, my hand is soaked.
Once parked, I take my hand out of her, then I slip the wet finger in my mouth to clean it off as I leave the car and jog to her side. I open her door and grab her hand to pull her out. Then I press her back against the car and pin her there with my body.
“What are you doing?” she whispers into the night.
“You won. You get a prize now.”
A low moan leaves her lips, and her breathing gets heavier as I press my lips to hers. The kiss is wet and needy, filled with lust and the subtle hint of naughtiness at the thought of what I’m about to do. Our tongues twine, and I taste the wine she was drinking mixed with her pussy, and I push my hard cock into her belly.
Her hand twines into my hair, and I realize she would let me fuck her here against the car if I asked. That has me pulling myself together, stepping back, and taking her hand. I lead her to the beach, giving her barely enough time to kick off her sandals as we continue to move toward our destination.
I’m so grateful she wore a flowy skirt tonight. As we approach the lifeguard chair, I’m also relieved that this wasn’t a night when they put them away.
“Miles.” She stumbles in the sand before I catch her, her body against mine. I steal another kiss. “What are we doing here?” she asks when I break the kiss.
“Fucking on a lifeguard chair,” I whisper into her neck, sucking the skin beneath her ear. “On your list. Now it’s on our list.” I pull back and then move up the steps, brushing off the bench, then sitting.
“Miles—” she says, cheeks flushed in the moonlight, the waves crashing in the distance. Her lips part as she stands beneath me.
My dick jumps at the sight of her.
“Come on, Claire.” I take myself out of my loose shorts, stroking my cock once, twice, and letting out a low groan. “Now.”
Her eyes go wide when she registers what I’m doing, and then she’s moving up the stairs quickly. Soon, she’s standing in the small space between us, my hand still slowly working my cock. I slide my free hand under her skirt, stopping at the seam of her panties between her pussy and thigh and moaning when I realize she’d soaked through them.
“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you? Does this turn you on, Claire? The idea of me fucking you outside, where anyone could see?”
“Yes,” she whispers instantly, and I bite back a moan. This woman was made for me, you can’t convince me otherwise.
“Or maybe it’s the idea that I can’t even bear to waste the time to go home; I need to be inside you so bad.”
A mewl leaves her lips as I slide a finger underneath her underwear and glide it along her wet slit.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me.” Her eyes drift shut as I slide a finger inside, her hips shifting to get more as soon as I do.
My greedy girl.
“Gotta make sure you’re ready first.”
She moans quietly as I slide out, then in, then slide my thumb over her clit. Her panties dig into my hand and probably cut into her hip, but somehow, that adds to this even more. I slide in and then out, slowly finger fucking her, bending them to graze along her G-spot, and making her hips buck.
“Fuck,” she groans. “I need you.” Those words always do something to me, especially when my own hand is still wrapped around my cock.
“Think you can stay quiet?”
“What?” she asks, her eyes going wide, but when I swipe my thumb across her clit again, she lets out another little mewl.
“Can you stay quiet, Claire? We can’t have you out here screaming my name when I’m deep inside of you.” Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and I swallow a moan of my own.
“Miles—”
“Can.” I brush over her clit. “You.” Another swipe. “Stay.” Another. “Quiet?” This time, I pinch the bundle of nerves, and she lets out a shaky breath before nodding. “Or else I’m going to have to get creative.”
Her hands move to my shoulders to hold herself steady as I start to move my fingers faster. I know I won’t last long, and truly, we can’t take too long out here, so I need her right on the edge when I slide into her.
“Miles,” she moans.
“You have to stay quiet, Claire, or we’re going home where you can be as loud as you want.”
She shakes her head, which has dropped to my neck, her arms on the wooden back of the chair behind us holding her up.
“Or I could have you on your knees, fucking your mouth and leaving you needy until we get back home. That would keep you quiet.” I think that would be a threat, leaving her unfinished, but the slight hesitation of her hips as if that’s the best course of action has me groaning. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you?”
She lifts her head, and her slight nod takes me higher, closer to the edge I know Claire is already dancing on.
“Maybe next time.” I start to fuck her faster with my fingers.
“Miles, please,” she groans, not even trying to temper her noises.
“Yeah, we’re getting creative.” I slide a hand out of her and up to her hip under her skirt, looping a thumb under her underwear and tugging.
“Miles—”
“Step out,” I whisper, and she does as I ask. When I have her panties in my hand, I ball them up and put a hand on each hip to help her straddle me, one of her knees resting on the wood on either side of me. I use one hand to line my cock up with her cunt but keep it wrapped there so she can’t lower herself onto me.
“Open,” I whisper.
She pulls her head back and looks at me, eyes dazed with lust. “What?”
“Open your mouth, Claire.”
Her eyes go wide as she understands and does as I ask before I shove her panties inside. Her eyes go even wider, and a soft, muffled moan leaves her lips. My cock throbs at the sound of it.
“My girl is so dirty, isn’t she?” I rub the head of my cock through her wetness, and her eyes close just a bit. “You like having your wet panties stuffed in your mouth, don't you?” She nods, and I reward her honesty, notching the head of my cock inside of her and giving her an inch of me. She’s tight and dripping onto my hand. I groan into her neck as she tenses over me.
“Mmm,” she mumbles through the panties, and I smile. In retribution, she tenses on me again, slamming on the head of my cock. The feeling is exquisite, but I want more, so I slide my hand down a few inches so she can take more of me.
“I like you like this, Claire,” I whisper into her ear. “At my mercy.” Her hips move, and I slide a hand up her back, tangling into her hair and tugging. “You only get what I let you have,”
She lets out a pleased, muffled moan.
“Your prize, but I decide how you get it.” I let her get another inch of me, biting back a moan of my own. She looks at me, pleading in her eyes, and I smile. “Is this torture, Claire?” I ask, and she nods. “Good. That’s what you do to me every moment of every fucking day. Any moment I’m not buried in you, when you’re teasing me, sending me dirty pictures while sitting in a bar? You’re torturing me.”
Her head rolls to the side, her hair tumbling as she lets out a soft sigh. And then my hand is gone, shifting to her hip and pushing her down so I fill her fast and hard. Her head snaps back, and I groan as I hold her down onto me, feeling her pulse around my cock. Once I’ve caught my breath, I speak.
“Ride it, Claire.” She lets out a heated breath against my neck. The fingers of my hand dig into her hip as she rises and falls, the other on her neck holding her face into the crook of mine. Her little moans are constant now, sending me higher with each muffled sound.
“God, you grip me so good,” I growl into her neck, my own sounds becoming too loud for comfort, despite the loud sound of the ocean waves and the lack of people and houses on this side of the shoreline. Her hips start moving faster, losing their precise rhythm, the noises coming from her going more frantic before she starts rocking on me, no longer riding and scraping her clit against my pelvis with each move, and I know she’s close.
Thank God, because I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
“I need you to come, Claire. Do it, and I’ll take you home and fuck you all night long; you can be as loud as you want there.”
After another moment, she tightens around me and comes all over my cock. I use a hand in her hair to push her face into my neck, the panties in her mouth only able to muffle so much as I do the same into hers, my hips bucking up as I spill inside her.
“Fuck, Claire,” I groan, my hips jerking with each clench of her pussy, each grind of her hips as she rides out her orgasm, forgetting everything except for squeezing every last drop of her own pleasure out.
I love that about her, the way she takes what she needs from me.
It makes me want her again already, though I know that’s not in the cards, at least not until I get her into our bed. Slowly, her hips stop rocking, her body stops quaking, and her head drops to my shoulder.
I move my hands to her mouth, tugging out the panties and smiling before I shift her and use the panties to clean her up. It’s not my normal aftercare, but it will do for now.
Then I press my lips to hers, her eyes still hazy as she smiles. “Can we check that one off?”
And when she laughs, it’s not quiet; instead, it fills up the night air.
And I somehow fall just a little bit harder for her.