“Nothing…I…um…oh god…” She moans as I continue to devour her, drinking her in. She tastes so fucking sweet, and based on the way her body is writhing against me, I can tell she’s close.
“Are you fucking someone?” he shouts, just as my mouth finds her clit one more time. Her fingers knot in my hair, and she rocks her hips forward.
“Fuck…yes…don’t stop…” she pants out. My hands dig into her perfect ass, and all it takes is a few more flicks of my tongue for her to come apart above me. Her body shakes as she falls, and Raph is screaming something through the phone, but I can’t hear him. I’m too distracted by the sounds coming from her mouth and the way my name sounds on her lips. I carry her through her climax, and then when I’m sure she’s completely unraveled, I carefully lower her to the floor, my mouth finding hers.
“Everett?” Raph screams. “You’re fucking Nuttall?
Claire breaks our kiss and inhales deeply.
“Raph, I know it’s really hard for you to accept that someone would want nothing to do with you, but just because your ego is fragile, doesn’t mean I have to give you a second chance. If you haven’t put it together, we’re done.” Her shoulders are held high, and despite still trying to catch her breath, she sounds so strong. My heart expands in my chest as I listen to her speak.
“I meant what I said,” she continues. “Lose my number and leave me the fuck alone. I have no interest in being anyone’s other woman, especially yours.”
“You really are just some puck slut,” he spits. “So desperate to fuck anyone with a stick, you don’t care whose bed your climbing into. Good luck to Nuttall. I hope he’s enjoying my sloppy seconds. I don’t?—”
“That’s enough,” I bark. “Don’t speak to her like that.”
“Fuck you,” he shouts. The line goes silent, and when I look down at the phone, it’s Claire’s finger resting on the screen. She ended the call.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah.” Her fingers intertwine with mine, and she begins walking toward an open door, tugging me behind her.
The pink lights continue to glimmer around us, making the moment feel like a dream. We walk through the open door to her bedroom, and I take her in. She really is stunning.
The fact that this might only last for one night slams me in the chest. I’ve spent so long wishing we had another chance, but I have no idea where her head’s at, and that’s sobering.
Spinning around to meet me, her body pressesup against mine, and my hands trail down her back to unzip her dress. She removes it, letting it pool on the floor. Her breasts are covered by a sheer lace bralette, and her tights are torn to pieces, hanging from her body above her boots.
Walking her backwards, she falls onto her mattress. Carefully, I unzip a boot, taking my time to remove it before moving to the other one. A soft smile covers her face as she watches me. She’s leaned back on her elbows, and her eyes are full of need. Pulling her tattered tights off, I reveal her long, smooth legs.
“Those were my favorite pair of tights,” she says, smirking.
“I think I like them better like this, ” I say, chuckling and dropping them to the floor.
“Of course you do,” she says, shaking her head.
My hands find the waistband of my pants, but Claire sits up and scoots closer to where I stand.
“Allow me,” she says, her hands finding the band of my pants and briefs. She pulls them both down simultaneously, and my cock springs free.
Her eyes drop to my dick and land on the silver barbell that’s pierced through the ridged edge of the head. Reaching out, she takes me into her hand and moves her palm down my shaft before stopping and running her thumb over the smooth metal balls on either side of the bar.
Her tongue juts out across her lower lip, and her gaze heats.
“Glad to see not everything has changed.” She smirks, massaging her hand down my length again. My dick throbs under her soft touch.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks, letting go.
“Yeah.” Bending down, I fumble to find my wallet in the pocket of my pants.
“Hurry,” she teases.
“Don’t be a brat,” I say, finally locating the little foil packet and ripping it open.
“If I remember correctly, you used to like when I was a little bratty.” Her lips curl upward, and she moves back on the bed, falling onto her elbows. I roll the condom down my shaft and crawl above her, pushing her legs further apart as I move.
“You look beautiful,” I say, tracing my hand over the curve of her hip and up to her breasts. My fingers trail over the thin fabriccovering her nipples. Rolling one between my finger and thumb, I pinch gently, causing her entire body to shudder.
