Chapter 24 #2
Beside him, Mom perks up. “A week? Are you feeling all right? I’ve begged you for years to let us keep her for an entire week. What’s changed?” She presses the back of her hand against my forehead, dramatically checking for a fever.
I swat her hand away. “I’m fine. The guys are coming up to the camp, and it would be a nice break.”
“Mimi and Papa would love to,” she says with enough glee to land a job at Disney World.
“Great. She’ll be so excited.” Though not as elated as me.
While my sister and her new husband are having the time of their lives on the dance floor, we pull an Irish goodbye. Not that they’ll even notice.
The second I step into Claire’s suite, I work open the buttons of my shirt. “Mind if I shower?” Summers in the city are stifling, plus I want to wash away the club grime.
“Go for it,” she replies, leading me down the hall to her bedroom.
She switches on the shower, then closes the pocket door to the restroom behind her. Once I’ve stripped out of my clothes, I step inside and sit on the tiled bench. I must thank whoever invented the shower chair when I get to heaven.
While warm water cascades down my body, I rest, appreciating the way it relaxes my muscles.
When the glass door opens, I snap my head up. Steam swirls around Claire as she hesitates there, one foot poised at the entrance.
“This okay? It seems more efficient and better for the environment.”
I shake my head, smirking, then wrap one arm around her waist and gladly welcome her in.
My skin prickles with electricity when she stands between my legs, water sluicing over her belly and thighs.
Eyes closed, she tilts her head back, letting the water saturate her hair and face. As mascara runs down her cheeks, she reaches for a bottle and pumps an opaque soap into her palm, then rubs it on her face, washing the suds and residue away.
She’s beautiful when she’s bare. Both her body and her face.
“What did you do with the vibrator?” I ask, scanning her body.
“Oh, I took that sucker out a while ago.”
I arch a brow. “What did you do with it?”
“It wasn’t easy.” She giggles. “But I snuck it into my purse at the club.”
“That’s impressive,” I remark, joining in on the laughter. “Thank you for doing that for me, by the way.”
She peers down at me with a naughty look on her face. “You? I believe I was the one reaping all the benefits.”
I trail my fingers over her shoulders and down her arms, pausing at her wrists. “Trust me, I enjoyed that as much as you did.”
She purses her lips, like she doesn’t believe me, but I don’t let my serious expression waver. I mean it. Getting her off brings me immense pleasure.
“You’re pretty great, you know that?” She combs through the hair on my chest, her delicate touch causing my dick to stir. “I believe,” she says, taking notice of my situation, “I promised we’d take care of this.”
“Is that so? And what did you have in mind?”
When she carefully drops to her knees, I suck in a sharp breath, my muscles locking up.
She brushes her fingers along my cock, and my body responds immediately, swelling in anticipation.
She tugs gently, and goose bumps break out all over my skin.
Eyes shining up at me with desire, she shifts forward and rolls her tongue around my tip.
I hiss. “Fuck, Claire. That feels nice.”
She opens wide, sucking me in until I hit the back of her throat.
Instinctively, I grasp the back of her head, holding her in place.
She clutches my knees for stability and bobs up and down my length with expert care.
I cup her jaw with one hand and thrust into her, grazing my cock along her cheek.
She pops off, gulping in air, and circles both hands around my shaft.
With one hand anchored at the base, she twists her other wrist at the top.
The sensation is maddening. How does she know exactly how I like it?
When she adds her mouth to the movement, I push her back in haste, my heart skyrocketing.
She looks up at me, brow creased. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I grip my cock like it’s about to detonate and focus on my breathing. “Just. I don’t wanna come yet.”
Her lips curl up in a smirk, power flashing across her face. She’s a fucking minx and she knows it.
“Up,” I growl, and she obeys.
I suck a pert nipple into my mouth, greedily drinking the tepid water from her body like a parched man in the desert. She works her way closer, straddling me with her knees on either side of me on the bench, then rewards me with a passionate kiss.
She rocks her clit against my hard length, rolling over me in the most torturous of ways.
When my crown slips and notches at her entrance, I gasp. “Fuck. Claire.”
One small adjustment from either of us, and I’d be inside her.
And suddenly, I can’t think about anything else. “Please,” I plead, “can I slide it in? Just the tip. Just for a little bit. I promise I won’t come inside you.”
What the hell is wrong with me? It’s like I’m seventeen again, begging my high school girlfriend to do it “just a little bit” because I don’t have a condom.
“Sorry, I—” I say, embarrassed by my heathen urges.
Rather than back off or tell me to fuck off, she lowers herself down my length slowly.
I drop my head to her shoulder, damn near blacking out, and rope my arms around her waist, anchoring her to me. Or myself to her?
A wave of déjà vu drowns me, like I’ve experienced this before. But I don’t have the capacity to work out what that means. Because right now, this vision of a woman is riding my cock. Raw. I’ve only ever done this with one other woman, and it’s been years.
This was a terrible idea. Why give a mouse a cookie, knowing he’s going to want some milk?
As she lifts and lowers again, I home in on the place we’re joined, mesmerized. Fuck. I want to burn the sensual image in my brain.
“What do you need, baby? How can I make you feel good?” I ask.
Though her pleasure is always my priority, I may have an ulterior motive. It’s imperative now that I get her to the finish line before I cross it myself.
“Play with my clit,” she breathes.
I press my thumb to her mouth until she opens. “Suck on it.”
Nope. Shit. Terrible idea again. I ought to have my head checked. My logical thinking abilities are seriously disturbed. If only I knew a doctor…
This combination of her tongue dancing around my thumb, the ferocity with which she sucks, and the slow, tormenting way she rides me, may be my carnage.
When I tenderly rub circles over her clit, Claire throws her head back. Without her eyes on me, I’m afforded time to think about anything but prematurely coming inside her.
Like what color Bea will paint my nails next.
And sending Zion’s husband a birthday present.
Or playing golf with my dad, Ezra, and Kane.
Yeah, that’ll do it.
Until a sexy mewl escapes her lips.
“Baby, you’re going to kill me if you keep moaning like that,” I growl. With a shaky hand, I pluck a loofah—with tags still attached, I notice—from the shelf in the wall and shove it into her wide-open mouth, effectively gagging her.
Up and down my dick she goes.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly. When her face pinches, I know she’s close. I pray she’s close.
You can do it, Greer. Hang in there, buddy. Just a little longer.
She picks up her pace, and my confidence drops.
Painted nails.
Zion’s husband.
Golf and Ezra.
She grasps for purchase on my back, the sting of her nails on my skin a welcome distraction, and drops her head to my shoulder, her climactic cries garbled because of the loofah.
Her pussy flutters around me. Fuckfuckfuck. I can’t take it anymore.
Heart thundering, I lift her off my lap. She braces herself with her hands on my shoulders just as I shoot off my load. I paint her lower belly with cum, thus creating the prettiest masterpiece in history. I’d commission this work of art and display it on my wall if I could.
She moisturizes her midsection with the evidence of my orgasm, and I trace a heart with my finger before the water washes it away, like the ocean to the shore.
On my back in bed, I’m freaking out, my mind racing a mile a minute. Claire’s quiet to my left, flat on her back as well. I’d give up my left testicle to read her mind right about now. Was tonight too much for her? Did I push her too far?
WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE THINKING?!
“Claire, I—” I begin.
“Ash, I—” she says at the same time.
Our nervous chuckles mingle between us and we turn onto our sides to face one another.
“You first,” I say.
“No, you.”
Taking a deep breath, I admit, “That was reckless. I don’t know what came over me.”
“I’m pretty sure I know what came over me,” she quips, eyes sparkling.
“Ha ha.” I playfully pinch her waist.
She giggles and her nose briefly brushes mine before she settles in closer.
“God,” I sigh. “You make me do things I normally wouldn’t do.”
She tenses. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Shit. No. That came out wrong.” I squeeze her side in reassurance. “What I mean to say is you make me feel alive.”
The glow from the bathroom light highlights the smug smile she can’t quite hide.
Threading her arm under mine, she rests her hand on my lower back. “I do?”
“Yeah.” I leave it at that because my emotions are a little out of whack and I’m feeling mighty damn exposed. “But I am sorry. I shouldn’t have lost control like that. We do need to be careful. I already have a kid and I… I… Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. Forget it.”
She rubs soothing circles on my skin. “Do you want more kids?” Her hand comes to an abrupt halt, her muscles going rigid again. “Sorry. That’s none of my business. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“It’s fine.” I wave her off, dragging a hand along her hip until she relaxes. “I’m so thankful I had a sibling growing up, and I want that for Bea too. But…”
“But what?”
I roll onto my back, my right hand tucked behind my head, the other on my abdomen. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Let’s just go to sleep.” Her tone is even, though I suspect she’s frustrated that I’m avoiding her question.
But how can I tell her that when I think about having more children, the mother I visualize is some obscure, clouded figure? I don’t see Daisy anymore; that reality will never exist. It’s as if the woman is a mirage, an ignis fatuus.
And how can I tell the woman breathing serenely beside me that for a split second when she asked if I wanted more kids, the ambiguous fantasy woman was her?