Chapter 42 – Claire
FORTY-TWO
CLAIRE
When we walk in the door, I’m already undoing my jean shorts, pushing them down, and letting them fall to my feet with my panties. I take a few steps toward the stairs and cross my arms over my chest and tug off my shirt and bra in one go.
Miles is smiling at me, locking the door as he tosses his shirt onto the couch. I head for the stairs fully naked as he kicks off his shoes and then takes off his shorts. His cock bobs up, already hard, and my steps falter.
“Eager, are we?” he asks, and I nod, my eyes on his cock as my legs turn to jelly.
“Very,” I whisper, licking my lips and turning toward him. He continues moving toward me, slow as can be, and my heart pounds with each step he takes. “You’ve earned your prize.”
I expect heat, but his face goes soft as he steps closer to me, a hand on my bare waist pulling me to him. “We really don’t have to do that, Claire,” he says, a hand moving to brush hair back.
I reach up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his and groaning at the feel of him hard against me. The entire drive I thought about this, about tonight, and I’m already wet because of it.
When the kiss breaks, I whisper, “I really, really want to, Miles.” And then because he deserves an extra prize, I sink to my knees and look up at him, my hand wrapping around his cock and tugging once, twice, three times.
“Claire,” he says.
I smile wider, letting my tongue slide along the leaking slit at the end of his cock.
“Your prize, but I decide how you get it.” His eyes go hazy at that, at the memory of when he said those same words to me, when he teased me to no end. I smile, put my tongue out, and tap the head of his cock on it once, then twice.
“Claire,” he says through gritted teeth.
“I’m a kind torturer,” I say with a smile before wrapping my lips around the tip and sucking hard.
With that, he lets out a deep groan that throbs right between my legs. He wraps my hair around his fist and tugs, and my eyes meet his. I’m sure he can see the lust reflected there as he pushes the back of my head so a few inches of him go into my mouth before he pulls back, then repeats the move. Teasing himself, but also me.
“Get it nice and wet for me, baby,” he says, picking up the speed and fucking my face quicker, his hand in my hair guiding me along his hard length. ”Because tonight I‘m sliding into that ass of yours.”
My eyes drift shut as I moan at the thought, taking him deep until my nose touches his stomach. My legs shift, my thighs clenching as I try to get some kind of friction, some kind of relief from the need coursing through me. I think I could come like this, his cock down my throat, his hand in my hair, his growly moans filling the air around me.
He uses me for his pleasure, and I never— never —thought I’d be into that, into a man taking over like this, but here we are. I can feel my own wetness coating my legs, I’m so wet just from this alone.
“Fingers between your legs, Claire,” he says in a growl. “Play with yourself while you suck me off.”
My eyes go wide, and a near-pained smile spreads on his lips, but I waste no time at all, moving one hand from his hips to between my legs.
I’m soaked .
I moan around him as I swipe over my swollen, aching clit before I slide two fingers inside myself and start to ride them, fucking myself as I suck him off. The sounds in this room are absolutely feral: the wet of my mouth around his cock, his heavy breaths, the sound of my drenched fingers inside of myself.
It’s my own personal version of heaven.
Even more so when he starts to move my head at the same pace I fuck myself, making me moan around him.
“God, you look so pretty like this, mouth full of my cock, pussy full of your fingers. I bet you could make yourself come like this, couldn’t you? Barely a minute in, and you could come for me.”
I nod as well as I can, already tipping on the edge and knowing it would be the first of many tonight. He smiles then, looking almost devious when he’s looking down at me before he nods.
“Okay, baby. Make yourself come.”
With his words, I start to move in earnest, not having to be told twice. The sounds become even more explicit, my mouth getting sloppy as I moan around him, whimpering as I take myself there, his thrusts getting more uneven, small groans of his own leaving his lips and sending me tighter, my legs starting to quiver.
“Fuck, Claire, I could come just watching this, watching you fuck your fingers because you’re so turned on from sucking me off.” I loosen my jaw then, my eyes wide as he slides down my throat with ease. “Come for me, baby,” he says through gritted teeth, like holding himself back is actually paining him. “Make a mess. Drip onto that fucking floor for me.”
Some dirty thought runs over his face, and his cock grows harder in my mouth, throbbing, and that’s what sends me over the edge, what has me moaning deep and shaking as he slides deep down my throat one last time as I come, my body falling apart with my orgasm.
His thrusts slow as my fingers do, as I come back to this universe, and when I do, he's smiling at me, using that hand in my hair to pull me back and then up before pressing a hard kiss to my lips. His cock presses between us, pinned against my belly.
The kiss is long and filled with need, tongues twining, and instantly, I need him again. Then he breaks the kiss, stepping back and slapping my ass.
“Upstairs. Get on the bed, belly down, hips up,” he says, and a shiver runs through me as I eagerly obey, moving up the stairs and to our room, scrambling onto the bed with a squeal and a giggle.
He follows me in slowly, and I can’t see, but instead, I feel him entering the room. Then I hear him, feet passing across the wood floor, then stopping not far from me next to the bed. When I look over, he’s standing a foot away. His hand slowly jacks his cock, and I let out a needy noise.
There is something so hot about watching Miles jack himself off, and my knees shift in the bed, my clit swollen from coming once already, but my pussy aching with the need to be filled. He steps closer, his hand going to the back of my neck, gently moving the hair to the side and over my shoulder. It’s ironic how gently he’s touching me when he just used a grip in my hair to fuck my face just minutes before.
“You want me to take your pretty ass, baby?” he asks, his hand running down my back, stopping on the swell of my ass, then moving back up to the center of my back.
I nod, a mewl leaving my lips at the mere thought of what we’re going to do. His hand moves down again, coasting gently before his fingers ghost over my ass and to my soaking pussy. He groans when he feels it, and I echo the sound, my hips moving up to get more of whatever he’ll give me.
I groan as he moves featherlight touches over my clit.
“You didn’t answer, Claire. I need you to use your words.” His fingers gather my arousal, one sliding in and then out and up to my ass again, waiting at the entrance without moving.
“Yes. Please. I need it. I want you in my ass tonight.”
He groans at my consent, at my plea, then his wet finger breaches the puckered hole, the tip sliding in, and I let out a breathy sigh. It’s foreign, but this isn’t the first time he’s touched me there. As he continues to push a single thick finger into me, I groan, my hips moving back to get more and pulling a chuckle from him.
“God, you’re perfect,” he says as he removes his finger then slides it back in, slowly fucking me, stretching me, filling me. But it’s not enough.
My hand travels down the bed toward my pussy to rub myself and take the edge away, but his words stop me. “No, no. Not yet. No touching yourself.”
“Miles—”
“Not until I say so.” And then his fingers are gone and he’s stepping away, padding across the room. I go to shift, but his head snaps to me. “No, stay.” I arch my back again, and he smiles, the look of it near devilish. “That’s a good girl.”
I let out an unintentional mewl, the praise sending heat through me, but he just keeps smiling, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle.
When he moves back, he’s putting some in his hand and pumping it over his cock, eliciting a moan from me. He shakes his head and lets out a laugh.
The man laughs .
“No, you’re not getting this yet. We’ve gotta stretch you out first, baby,” he says, climbing onto the bed and moving back to my ass in the air. This time when I feel the pressure, he's pushing two fingers into me.
“Ah—” I moan, my hip moving back to get him in deeper, the feeling exquisite. The stretch is tinged in discomfort, though not pain, and it adds to the pleasure, my clit throbbing. After a moment, once my body relaxes, he starts to move, slowly fucking me with his fingers.
“God, look at you,” he groans, and when I look back, I see his other hand tugging on his cock, making me tighten around him. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel that.”
There’s another squirt of the lube when his fingers leave me, and then the stretch is back, this time three fingers.
“Oh, fuck, Miles,” I say, my hips shifting. It’s tighter this time, the discomfort more pronounced but not painful.
“Shhh, baby. Relax, okay?” he whispers, and I do until his finger slides all the way. He repeats the process again, waiting until I’m ready, until my body relaxes before he starts to fuck me with his fingers again until I’m mewling and bucking and begging.
Then his fingers are out, and he wipes them on a towel I didn’t realize he grabbed, before he’s lubing his cock up one last time and doing more to my ass before getting into place behind me.
I want a mirror next time. Right next to us so I can watch every flex of his hips, watch him disappear into me, watch the look that comes over his face as he slides in.
The thought is gone when the head of his cock lines up with my ass, pressing gently.
He’s so thick. So thick and so warm, and my breathing goes ragged.
“We’re going to go slow, okay?” he asks, and my hips shift backward, not wanting to deal with slow. He laughs at that. “Claire, I’m going to like this a fuck of a lot, that much I already know. I really fucking want you to like it, but if I just slam into you, you will not like it.”
I let out a loud laugh that turns into a moan when he presses the head of his cock inside me.
“Oh, god,” I moan, eyes dripping shut because it’s too much. Too good. Too thick. Too hot.
“Relax your body, baby,” Miles whispers, his hand sliding up and down my back, his words strained. “Let me in.”
I do as he asks, and he slides in a bit further, his hand moving up and down my back. He goes an inch, then lets my body relax, letting him in deeper, before going further. It’s almost sweet, the calm, easy way he’s working into me, the way I know he wants to slide in, but he’s finding the control not to.
Finally, he pushes up against the tight ring of muscle, and I force my body to go limp as he pushes. There’s a slight burst of discomfort tinged with pain before he’s in all the way, his hips against my ass, and then I’m full. So full.
Pleasure cascades over me as he waits there, letting my body get used to the size of him.
“Good?” he asks through gritted teeth, holding onto a thin grasp of control.
I nod into the bed, eyes drifting shut at the feeling. His hand pulls back, slapping my ass, and the movement jerks him a bit deeper. I let out a low moan, every moment of this too much, too much pleasure and feeling.
“I need your words, Claire. Are you good? Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?”
“Please.” I whisper the plea, barely able to get words out.
“Fuuuuuck,’ he groans as he slowly slides out.
My hips shift back instantly, missing him already, and my pussy makes a mess between my thighs. “Miles,” I cry out, the feeling overwhelming the pleasure too fucking much.
“I know,” he says, as he slides back in slowly, filling me. The low, deep groan he lets out tells me just how good this is for him, heightening my pleasure with that knowledge.
“Miles, Miles, Miles,” I say, a chant now as my hips tip back, as I try to get what I need, though I don’t know exactly what that is. “More. I need more.” The words are a plea, one he understands more than I do, because then he pulls out and thrusts in this time, deep and hard, and I scream .
“Yes!” His responding groan is everything, the grunts he makes every time he pulls out send me spiraling higher. His thumbs dig into my hips now as he pulls back and slams back in, my head snapping back as I moan.
“Rub your clit, Claire," he demands through gritted teeth, and I know that voice: he’s riding the edge and waiting for me to fall first. “Rub it and come with me deep in your ass.”
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” I chant as he fucks me. I move my hand between my legs, my pussy soaking wet as I slide over my clit, my hand instantly covered in my arousal as I do.
It’s too much.
It’s so good, and it’s too fucking much, the pleasure overwhelming me instantly. My back arches, my head falls forward into the bed, a guttural moan leaving my lips as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I think I’m screaming, my body shaking with the most intense orgasm of my life. One of Miles’s hands moves to my shoulder, and he thrusts deep inside and stays there, pulsing in my ass as he comes.
“Oh, we’re definitely doing that again,” I grumble into the bed, my body absolutely liquid, and Miles lets out a long, deep laugh.
* * *
After Miles makes me eat and drink about a gallon of water, I’m lying on his chest in his bed—our bed—when I say it. “I’m happy this place is safe,” I say. “But for future reference, can we not bid the entire house on a silly game again?”
He smiles at me and shakes his head.
“I was never going to lose this house, Claire,” he says, pushing my hair back gently. I blink at him, my brow furrowing.
“What?”
He shakes his head at me. “He was never going to get this place. I’d already figured it out when you came home and didn’t have time to tell you my plan before you left in a tizzy.”
“A tizzy ?” I say, aghast. I try to sit up, but his arm firmly holds me in place against him.
“Baby, you ran out of this place like you were going to shoot someone.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I don’t even own a gun,” I say as if that makes any sense in this conversation.
“Thank God for that,” he mumbles, but I move right past that, needing to get to the heart of the matter.
“Can we go back to you weren’t going to lose the house ? I came home to you crying over papers and punching walls.”
He gives me an irritated look. “I was not crying, Claire.”
Now it’s my turn to look at him with disbelief. “Close enough to it.”
“Claire,” he warns, and even though I usually like what happens when I don’t heed his warning, my body can’t handle another orgasm.
“Fine, you weren’t crying, but that unpainted patch of dry way…”
“I was mad. That was when he had just left and it was better than punching him, because that would have gotten me arrested. But when you came home, I’d just gotten off the phone with my mom after I’d called my lawyer before that.”
“Okay…”
“The contract already in place set the price of the house and how much of it Paul even owned. Brad couldn’t ask for more than that. I already had most of the money saved up through the summer, and I called Mom to see if she could lend me the rest of the money.”
“Miles…” I whisper.
“I was upset because I hate asking for help, and even more, I hated having to tell my mom everything after I left her in the dark as much as I could about the shit with the house and what a hard time Paul was giving me. But it was a bit late to keep protecting him. So she was upset when I called and filled her in, and knowing I was responsible for it killed me, which was when you came home.”
“Oh,” I whisper, starting to understand. “So when I stormed into Surf…” It wasn’t even necessary, my mind fills in, but Miles just shrugs.
“I knew you needed that, to yell at Paul and finally get it off your chest, and honestly, it was fun to watch.” He smiles at my shocked face, then brushes his knuckles along my cheekbone. “Do you really think I couldn’t catch you when you were running in flip-flops?”
My nose crinkles because I never could figure that out. Miles runs every damn morning like a sociopath, and I, well…I don’t. It didn’t make sense that he hadn’t caught me before I stormed into the office, but I wasn’t really looking too closely at it at the time.
“But at Surf, you challenged him. You told him you’d give him the house.”
He shakes his head, a wide, devious smile on his lips.
“No, I said we would settle the ownership without having to go to court. Even the contract my lawyer drew up that Brad signed the next day said the same thing: that we would settle the ownership on the house as soon as the contest was over . It basically just clarified that neither of us would contest the contract that was already in place with me and Paul.”
“And he didn’t realize that when you had him sign it?”
He shrugs then. “Men like that…they’re all about whose balls are bigger. He thought he was going to win and thought that no matter what, he’d get the house. He thinks I’m just some dumb mechanic scraping pennies together, partially because I’m sure that’s the story Paul sold him. He didn’t think I’d be intelligent enough to sneak in something like that.”
“You’re sneaky,” I whisper with a smile.
“No, he’s an idiot and a shitty businessman.” He’s not wrong. “But now I got Paul's part of the house free and clear.”
“And his girl,” I say, jokingly.
Miles shakes his head then. “You were never his girl,” he says, rolling us until I’m on my back, him hovering over me. His lips trail kisses down my neck, stoking a fire I thought was long out.
“Yeah, I was always yours,” I whisper, my hips lifting.
And then he spends the rest of the night showing me just how much I’ve always been his.