Chapter 12: I Knew You’d Come…
Everett
Claire looks wild. Her chest rises and falls as she stares down at me, eyes wide and dark. Her hair falls messily around her shoulders. At this moment, I have one goal—to let her use me until it’s my name she’s screaming and his she’s forgotten.
I unmute the phone and place a finger across my lips, warning her to stay quiet. Tapping the speaker button, I set it on the entry table to her right.
“Are you even listening to me?” Raph bites out, frustrated.
“I’m busy. What do you want?” she asks, her voice more steady than before.
The pink lights are still dancing across the night sky outside and bleed through the blinds, casting a soft glow on her and the surrounding space.
Her pussy glistens with her arousal in the dim light, and my cock aches at the thought of how turned on she is. How badly she wants this—wants me.
My hands run over the smooth skin of her hips, ripping the fabric of her tights more and rolling them out of the way.
Her breath catches, and I give her a warning stare, returning my finger to my lip.
“Fuck, would you pay attention,” Raph snaps, as I kiss her thigh right above the top of her boot. “I want to know why you texted me to lose your number. You can’t be serious, baby. You know you’re mine.”
I pause, stopping myself from interjecting. If she needs me to step in I will, but I know she can do this. I place a few more kisses on her soft skin, inching my way closer to her center.
“I’m not yours,” she says, doing her best to maintain her composure.
“You know that’s not true,” Raph tries.
I chuckle against her. What a fucking douchebag. Laying it on thick like he wasn’t sleeping with multiple women.
In one long, languid stroke, I move my tongue up her slit, taking her into my mouth. Her body shudders under the feeling, and a moan escapes past her lips.
“What are you doing?” Raph questions.
My tongue toys with her clit for a few moments, and she goes silent. When I peer up, she’s biting her hand, trying to not make a sound, and her eyes have fallen shut.
“Speak,” he shouts, causing them to shoot open.
“I…um…it’s none of your business.” Her voice quivers as I continue to work between her legs. Her hands find my hair, and the heel of her boot digs into my back, pulling me closer.
“Whatever. I don’t want to lose you, so can we just put this behind us and move on. I’ll see you when I get home from Pittsburgh in a few days.”
“No,” she snaps. Her breaths are heavy.
“No?”
My mouth engulfs her, and I suck hard, causing her hips to buck.
“Yessss,” she calls out, causing me to chuckle against her.
“Yes?” he questions. “I knew you’d come?—”
“No!” she yells, realizing her mistake. “I meant no.”
“No?”
My tongue continues to circle her bundle of nerves, and her body threatens to fold above me. In one movement, I position her other leg over my shoulder, grip her ass with both hands, and stand, lifting her with me. My mouth doesn’t leave her pussy, and she lets out a squeal. The heels of her boots bite my skin, and my cock grows harder.
“What was that?”
