Chapter Thirteen
For the second time that evening, Nick froze.
He had a stunning woman, naked and on all fours, on a bed in front of him. She was making it perfectly clear she wanted to do very dirty things to him. God only knew he was on board with that plan.
Making Claire orgasm had easily been one of the sexual highlights of his life. It was right up there with his first hand job under the bleachers in high school and losing his virginity.
No, wait. It was better, so much better.
Because it was Claire. She drove him wild.
Steady on, sport. You have no idea how this will play out.
“Are you sure?” asked Nick. “Because I’d be happy to make this all about you.”
She leaned back, taking a kneeling position, her hands on her voluptuous thighs. “I’d really like to make you come too. Would that be okay?”
How on earth could he say no? Look at her. She was bare and beautiful, like something out of a raunchy work of art. Her hair was mussed. Her nipples were erect. And the adorable hairs of her sweet little morsel of a pussy were playing peekaboo from between her thighs.
He was harder than a rock, just thinking about sinking into her heat.
But what if it happened again? What if he disappointed her?
For some strange reason, the idea of disappointing Claire was intolerable. He couldn’t bear to do it.
Maybe it would be better to leave now, while she was on a high.
If she ended up looking at him the way Kristy had looked at him, her eyes full of sympathy and a measure of annoyance, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.
Claire crept forward, right to the edge of the bed. “Slowly, right?”
“That, uh, would be great.”
“And like you said, we don’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
Nick sat next to her, already defeated. Sure enough, his dick followed suit. “I want to do it all. I’m just worried about leaving you in the lurch.”
She placed a hand on his thigh. “Nick, let’s get one thing straight. I know you’re good at this. It’s not even in question. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Wow. I’m glad, and a little shocked.”
From the way she bit her bottom lip, she was shocked too. “Yeah. So, we’re already ahead of the game here. Instead of concentrating on the destination, let’s focus on the journey.”
“The journey.”
“Yes. I just want you to tell me what feels good, and we’ll take it from there. Deal?”
His cock leapt again. “Deal.”
“Okay, then.” She stood in front of him, between his legs. “We should probably get you out of these clothes.”
“You must be tired of being the only naked one.”
“Want to know a secret?”
“Okay.”
She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Being naked in front of you turns me on. I like being nude. Sometimes I even walk around the house like this.”
“Fuck.” His cock wasn’t just leaping now. It was straining. “You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?”
Her sultry smile wobbled. “Just making up for lost time.”
Nick couldn’t bear the pain behind her smile. So help him, he would make this the best night of her life, or he’d die trying.
Claire had been honest about her needs. He owed her the same courtesy. And maybe, in the process, he’d actually find a way to function the way he used to. “I want you to lie down. On your back.”
She scrambled onto the bed. Her willingness to obey appeased a primal need in him. He didn’t get off on telling people what to do in other situations, but in the bedroom, it could be fun.
Nick slipped off his blazer. “Touch yourself.”
On a sigh, she slipped her hand between her legs. Right away, she began to wiggle in that way she had before. Her sensual movements were hypnotic. He couldn’t look away. “How’s this?”
“Perfect.” He unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it free from his belt. “Spread your legs for me. That’s it, nice and wide. I want to see you.”
She obeyed. As he removed his shirt, she licked at her lips. Did she like what she saw? Good.
He began to work on his belt buckle.
Claire leaned back on her elbows. “Would you like some help with that?”
“Actually, yeah. Come here and do it for me, dirty girl.”
Grinning, she scooted toward him. As long as he lived, Nick knew he would never forget the sight of Claire Brewer rolling around on a bed. It was literally the greatest sight in the world.
Her gaze locked on his, she slowly loosened his belt and pulled it from its loops. “By any chance, did you bring a condom?”
He would embarrass himself if he admitted he’d actually tucked several into his wallet. It bulged with them. One can live in hope. “Always be prepared.”
“Good.” She unzipped his chinos.
The light friction over his cock was excruciatingly good. He hoped Claire understood the effect she had on him. He wasn’t sure how long his hard-on would last, but he’d never been more relieved to see it.
“You should step out of these,” she suggested.
Saying a quick prayer to the patron saint of stamina, Nick did. He removed his socks and got rid of his chinos, making sure to grab a condom from his wallet. Wearing only his boxer briefs, he stood before her again.
She pulled at his waistband. “May I?”
He nodded, at a loss for words.
Claire eased the tight briefs over his hips, taking care not to snag them on his erection. He lowered them and kicked them into a corner.
She dragged a finger down the length of his cock. “Nick?”
“Yeah?”
“I’d like to give you a blow job, if that’s okay.” Her voice was so soft and sweet, as if she was asking for an extra sugar for her coffee.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear Claire had a little porn star in her.
What else did he need to learn about this woman? She was full of surprises.
“It’s more than okay.”
She leaned over and took him in his mouth. The smoothness of her tongue drew a string of curses from his lips. Claire looked up, her eyes lit with amusement.
Damn, he could get used to this.
She swirled the tip of her tongue in little circles, and he almost lost the ability to stand.
He put his hand behind her head, showing her what he liked.
Nick gently pulled her hair into a ponytail.
Whenever he felt himself ready to come, he gave her a little tug, warning her to ease up.
She was a quick learner, listening to all his cues.
When she crouched lower to torment his balls, he knew he needed to move things along. If they kept this up, he’d come all over her, and that wasn’t what he wanted right now. He wanted to be inside her luscious body, feeling the scrape of her nails on his back.
“Now, Claire. I want you to ride me.” Nick reached for his condom, unwrapped it and rolled it on.
“With pleasure.”
He got on his back, and pumped his cock a few times. Okay. Still hard. Good.
You can do this.
She climbed on top of him and eased it inside her.
God, she felt good. Warm and tight. The perfect sanctuary. He could lose himself in her body, in her scent. He wanted to stay like this forever.
As Nick’s mind spun, other thoughts began to weasel their way in. Out of nowhere, he thought of Kristy, of how she’d sighed in frustration when he couldn’t get hard. Worries about work manifested at the same time. Why had Lacey been so cagey before? It still didn’t sit right with him.
And what if his new job didn’t turn into the great adventure he envisioned?
Would he continue in this rudderless state?
Because he didn’t think he could handle another year of feeling adrift.
What if viewers lost interest because Michael and Eli weren’t there?
Would he be able to find new viewers? He had a whole crew relying on him to be successful.
If things went wrong, he’d be letting everyone down.
And, just like that, he began to go limp.
No!
Nick ground his pelvis upward, but no matter how hard he tried, he slipped out of her.
Fuck.
He grabbed her ass, guiding their movements, trying to hit her at the angle that always did the trick for him.
Only right now, his bag of tricks seemed to have a hole in it. All the magic had seeped out.
He waited for the sigh from Claire.
But it didn’t come, thank God for small mercies. Even still, there was no sense drawing this out.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t get out of my own head. Shit.”
“Nick, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s really not.”
“Let’s just take a breather.” She slid off him and lay next to him on the bed. She rested a hand on his chest. After a quiet minute or so, she swirled her fingers in the hairs there. “I like your chest hair. You have the perfect amount. You’re so sexy, Nick.”
Sexy, right. “I don’t feel that way at all.”
“You said you were caught up in your thoughts. Want to share them?”
“I just…” He rolled over to face her. “Every time I try to relax, I can’t stop my mind from racing.
All of a sudden, all these worries come at me, and I just can’t seem to make them go away.
It’s all stupid stuff. Work, my schedule, the thing with Kristy.
I can ignore all those things a hundred times over during the day. But in bed, I can’t seem to let it go.”
“I’m sorry. I know what it’s like to get overwhelmed by worry. Letting go isn’t as easy as some would have you believe.”
“You got that right.”
“Lie back for me.”
Nick rolled onto his back again, and she rested her head on the other pillow. He was about to pull his condom off, but Claire started rubbing his chest again and it distracted him.
“There,” she said. “Now, close your eyes.”
He did so, concentrating on her caresses—her very nice caresses.
“Try going to your happy place.”
“My happy place?”
“You must have one.”
“I have a few.”
“Tell me about them.”
“Well, I’ve been to Mexico a few times. I love it there. I could hang out on some of those beaches forever.”
“Hmm, I like the sound of that. What else?”
“I like going to cottage country. My friend has a cottage on Rice Lake. It’s really peaceful there, surrounded by trees. Of course, I like noise too. I’m pretty happy at a good rock concert.”
“Of course.”
“But you know what makes me really happy right now?”
“What?”