Page 49 of The Wedding Fake
I tilted up to look at her, my brow knit. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“Stop? I mean, I don’t want you to stop, but…” she pulled on my shoulder again, and I understood what she wanted, I just didn’t understand why. “I don’t do that,” she explained.
“You don’t want me to go down on you?”
“Right,” she agreed, and although I was curious as to why, it didn’t seem like the time to figure it out.
“May I touch?” I asked, my fingers hovering above her panties.
“Sure, yeah, but, like I said, you don’t have to worry about me.”
It was entirely possible I’d had sexual partners with no faith in my abilities prior to this, but this was the first time a woman had been quite so blunt. I rolled to one side of her, propping up on my elbow to look down at her.
“Hud, is something wrong?” she whispered.
“No,” I began, but hesitated, because something was wrong. I certainly couldn’t use Claire like she was suggesting. “I mean, kind of.” Distractedly, I ran the back of my index finger along the soft curve of one breast. She shivered, goosebumps popping up in the wake of my touch. “I know what the data says,” I began slowly, feeling foolish to be citing data I didn’t care about while caressing Claire, “but I want to touch you. I want to taste you, to feel you lose yourself in my arms. Claire, I know this is temporary, but while you’re mine, I want—” I shouldn’t say it, but her eyes were wide and eager, inviting me to say more. “I want to own you.” The air seemed to whoosh from her lungs in one great exhale, and I rushed to add, “Just in bed, or—” I gestured to the blankets around us. “On the floor, as it may be.”
“Okay,” she replied, her voice no more than a shaky whisper, and my lips dropped immediately to her breast.
“Show me how you touch yourself,” I requested, my voice low like hers, but so much more urgent. Claire’s brow knit, and I knew she was uncomfortable. “I won’t look. There are a thousand other spots I want to give my attention to, so let me get my fill of those while you use me to get off.” She was still hesitant, but her frown morphed until now she simply stared up at me with wide, green eyes. “One finger or two?” I asked, offering up my hand.
“One,” she replied, and I held up the digit, allowing her to take hold of my hand while my mouth fell to her breasts, as promised. A moment later, I felt the single digit slide through her folds, circling her clit before beginning what felt to me like strumming a guitar. My tongue lavished the underside of her breasts, but my attention was nearly entirely on the way her body arched and her stomach clenched as she straightened a second finger and began swirling in rhythm to her thrusting hips. I kissed her, hard and deep, my tongue matching the rhythm she’d set with our bodies. A tiny, muffled noise escaped her lips, caught in the kiss, and she tensed under me, unable to roll her hips or kiss me back or even cry out. Seconds went by in which she appeared trapped in a silent scream, and then she sagged, letting my hand drop to her waist as she gulped in breaths. “I want you now,” she whispered, emboldened by her orgasm, and I smiled, reaching into my pants pocket and grabbing the condom I’d stashed there.
“I want you every second of every damn day,” I growled, ripping open the package with my teeth as my free hand pushed down my pants. She lifted to help me, but my position, kneeling, placed my cock right at face level. I made to move back, but she wrapped a single hand around me, stroking a few times before drawing me into her mouth. It was unexpected and spectacular and I gasped as she leaned in until the head of my cock pressed against her throat. “Fuck,” I hissed. Claire smiled in reply—or, she attempted to smile, but the action made her choke around my dick and I pulled back quickly. She laughed, placing a hand on my hip to still me before deep throating me once more.
I couldn’t believe I was putting a stop to this, but if this was, in fact, the one-night stand Claire kept referring to it as, I needed to bury myself between her thighs before the night was over, and I couldn’t do that if I came during her blowjob. “Claire,” I ground out, nearly losing control as I ran my hand along her jaw and felt the hollows at her cheeks. “I’m too close. Lay down.”
I left her mouth with a sexy pop, and she lay back on the blankets. I had the condom rolled on only moments later, and I entered her in a single needy thrust. I paused, getting control of myself as pure sensation overtook me. Claire wrapped her legs around my waist, smoothing her hands over my shoulders and down my back in long strokes. I’d had sex many times before, but I couldn’t remember ever feeling as peaceful as I did in this moment, wrapped up in this woman.
The first thrust, slow and deliberate, was heaven, and I repeated it, just as slowly, reveling in the deep, throaty sigh that escaped her lips. I expected her eyes to flutter shut, but she remained focused on me, her eyes bright in the dim light of the bedside lamp. “You’re amazing,” I murmured, my movements speeding up.
“You—it feels—so good,” she stuttered breathily, and it made me grin. I sped up further, and her fingers dug into my shoulders, then I slowed, sitting up and resuming the long, deep strokes. From this angle, I had an excellent view of my cock sliding in and out of her, and the sight was sexy beyond reason.
I looped an arm around Claire’s back, drawing us both up to sitting and then moving my grasp to her hips to help her find a rhythm. “Look at us,” I whispered into her ear, my face tilted down to enjoy the view. An assortment of dirty descriptions flitted through my head, but I didn’t know how Claire would feel about actual dirty talk, and I didn’t want to give her any reason to make good on her one-night-stand intentions.
Her head angled down to watch as I helped her move up and down on my cock. “You're big,” she remarked, and I braced for some sort of statistic, but none was forthcoming. I had a very average length penis, I knew, but it was wider than most, an attribute more than one woman had admired.
Claire dropped a hand between us, her fingers finding the spot where we were joined and gliding along my penis as she moved. “Holy shit, Claire,” I moaned, and though I’d sincerely hoped to get her off one more time before I came, I was unsure I’d be able to. “Touch yourself. Use my body however you need and make yourself come.”
Her fingers moved deftly as her tempo increased, but my orgasm was barreling down on me. I needed her fast and hard and now, and I tipped her back into the blankets, pressing her legs up high but leaving enough room for her to keep touching herself. Holding her tightly, I thundered, my thrusts short and hard and fast, the slap of our skin audible, even though I knew we should be quiet.
My orgasm was nearly upon me when she tightened up, her hips bucking against me while her body drew me in closer, and the sensation of being drawn into her body was enough to push me over the edge entirely, pumping until I’d emptied myself completely and sagged forward exhaustedly.
24
CLAIRE
It couldn’t be just one time.
That had been my first thought when he stood and walked to the corner, stripping off the condom and dropping it in the garbage can. Then he returned, holding his hand out to help me up.
I accepted the help, a quick tug to my arms that pulled me up and sent me tumbling into his arms. He caught me easily, landing a kiss on my lips.
“You want to sneak out to the bathroom first?” he offered.
Had we been loud? This new thought burst into my head, but I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. Left to choose again, I would choose sex with Hudson over most anything, even if it meant every single member of my family knowing about it.
I shuddered, picturing Mom and Dad overhearing us, and I still hoped we’d been quiet. “Sure,” I replied. “Thanks. I’ll be right back.” I began to walk away, but my body snapped back toward his when he reached for my arm, catching me to land one more kiss on my lips.