Chapter 16 #2
But then she rolled her neck again, tilting her head to the left as she bared her throat and lifted her chin. It was a blatant tease. Pure temptation riding on a storm of her fresh scent. And not leaning forward to take a taste took every ounce of willpower I had.
I let her go, and immediately felt the loss of her warmth. I needed it back, needed to let go. Curling my hands around her biceps, I pushed her forward and dug my thumbs into her shoulder muscles again.
The little moan she let out went straight to my dick.
“Feel good?” I asked, unable to stop myself.
“So good,” she whispered, head hanging between her shoulders, causing her shirt to creep up at her waist.
That patch of skin was a tantalizing siren, calling my fingers to creep toward its warmth. Before long, I’d not only reached it, but I’d slipped my hands up underneath her shirt.
Clara rolled her shoulders, then let out another moan. “Oh, Zee. That feels so good.”
And fuck, if those words didn’t call forth a storm of their own. My blood swirled and pulsed, and my dick thickened in my pants.
“I want you to feel good,” I said, just a whisper against her shoulder. I pressed a kiss there, to the skin bared by her wide-necked shirt. She tilted her head, baring her throat again, and my fingers stuttered and stopped at the band of her bra. “Clara.”
I couldn’t say any more. Not because I didn’t want to, but because my mouth was on her shoulder, my tongue taking long, languid licks. I flicked through the latch on her bra, and she sucked in a sharp breath, her chest rising as I took her full breasts in my palms.
“Zee.” It was a whimper. A plea, if I’d ever heard one. And fuck if I wasn’t going to answer it, to give her what she deserved.
Running my thumbs over her tightened furls, I sucked along the length of her neck, pulling her back into me as I kneaded her breasts.
Her hands clamped down on my thighs, and she arched her back as I pinched her nipples, the gasp she let out calling to my already-straining dick.
Releasing her, I slid my hands down her stomach, pulling her harder against me until there could be no mistake.
Until she could feel what she did to me.
“Zee.” Her hands slipped between us, her delicate fingers grazing my length, and the feel of it coaxed my own fingers to move. To smooth down her stomach, to dip into the waistband of her shorts.
To find bare skin and a wetness I wanted to claim as my own.
I slid one finger inside her damp center, and I wanted so badly to swallow the gasp she let loose that I pressed at her face with my free hand, turning her until she was facing me and I could devour her next breath as I shoved another finger inside her.
She was honey and sunshine and sweet flowers.
She was a storm cloud and heavy rain.
She was possibility.
I swallowed each noise she let loose as she rode my hand. Our tongues swirled and danced, and I fell in love with the taste of her. With the little sounds. With the feel of her skin.
Her mouth dropped open and her entire body stiffened in my grip as her sweet pussy fluttered and gripped my curled fingers. Then she went slack, drooping against my chest, completely spent.
Pulling my hand from her shorts, I dragged her wetness across her stomach. I cupped her breasts again, returning my thumbs to her nipples and rubbing the furled peaks.
Chest heaving, Clara turned her head to look up at me. I swore, I’d never seen anything as beautiful as her.
“Zee—” My name barely left her lips before my mouth covered hers in another brutal kiss. Clara twisted in my grip. Climbed up my body. Settled herself across my lap as she gripped my face, then slid her fingers into my hair.
I let out a low moan as she moved her body along mine, as her weight shifted the open fabric of my pants. As she tore her face from mine and her mouth descended to my throat, that moan turned to an all-out possession as a storm of want slammed through me.
“Fuck!” The word tumbled out as I tore Clara’s shirt over her head, and it wanted to perform an encore as she did the same thing to me. As her bare chest pressed to mine, as her wicked tongue lapped at my throat, I could no longer hold back.
I lifted her. Tossed her onto her back. Felt stabbed by the hurt in her eyes before she realized where I was going with this.
Before I tore her tiny little shorts from her long, long legs.
Before I paused, only briefly, gaze caught on her pretty pink pussy as I finished what she’d started and ripped my pants from my legs.
That pained look was gone as she watched my cock bob heavily between us. It morphed into something akin to fear as I grabbed her ankle and yanked her to me. And that fear fell away into a blissful curse as I swiped my tongue across her slit.
I wanted to capture her curse, hold it close, but my mouth was otherwise occupied. I drove my tongue into her sweet center, letting her taste coat me, soothe me, cover me in my own kind of bliss.
With teeth and tongue, I drove Clara into a frenzy. Until the storm between us raged and roared. Until her poor, swollen clit could take no more, and I shoved two fingers inside her, pulling from her a scream as she bucked and convulsed against my hand.
She had tears in her eyes when I dropped her leg and crawled over her. Those sweet little doe eyes, staring up at me like I was a dream.
I was her fucking nightmare, just like she was mine.
Because I couldn’t stop wanting her.
“Zee?” She said my name like a plea, and it broke me from the spell she cast over me. I lowered my body to hers, captured her mouth once more, gave her a taste of her pussy on my lips and tongue.
My favorite thing in the world.
Her hands smoothed over my bare skin, gripping, scratching, pulling at me like she would rip me to shreds. And she would, I knew. She’d tear me to pieces.
And I’d let her.
I’d let her keep every piece of me.
As long as I could keep her.
Warm, delicate fingers wrapped around my cock, and I froze in place, the sensation too much. I stared down into Clara’s pretty brown eyes, then watched them darken as I covered her hand with mine.
I guided the tip of my cock to her center. Slid it along the mess that covered her front to back. The mess I’d made of her.
The mess I’d caused, as I took the one thing I knew I couldn’t have.
My eyes dropped shut, and I curled my head into the warmth at the crook of her neck. Without entering her, I stroked our hands over my dick, each forward motion nudging into the dark cavern I so desperately wanted to disappear inside.
I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
But I couldn’t stop myself from jerking off. From tightening my grip. From squeezing and stroking until the feel of her palm and her pussy was too much.
Lightning zipped along my spine, and my cum shot out of me with little to no warning at all, covering every inch of her pussy as sharp breaths heaved from my chest. She tightened her own grip, pulled and clawed and moaned as she tore into me, begging me without words to give her what I could not.
I couldn’t fill her with my cock.
I couldn’t shoot my cum into her tight cunt.
That didn’t stop me from spreading it all over her, though.
From gathering my cum and smearing it across her, from the sweet haven between her legs to her stomach and her breasts.
I kissed her like not doing so would kill me.
I held her like letting go meant losing the one thing in the world I truly loved.
I loved this girl, in ways I knew I shouldn’t.
I loved her, and I always would.
Clara fell asleep in my arms, her body spent and covered in my release, nothing but a light blanket over us to keep the cool air from tickling our naked skin.
I slept soundly at her side until the morning light trickled in the small windows, rousing me from dreams I didn’t want to let go of.
I pulled her closer to my chest, only for those dreams to turn into a solid thumping of my heart.
She wasn’t there.
Instead of my pretty little hurricane, there was nothing but a throw pillow held in my arms. Instead of her warm, naked body beneath mine, there was nothing but the white smear of our release, covering the dark fabric of my couch.
She’d left me.
All the hurt I’d seen in her eyes last night pounded through me.
I’d wanted my Clara back, but all I got was a taste of happiness before it was torn away.