“Never.”
I make us a simple dinner and we watch more of her vampire show. I had something in mind for after we got back from Jad and May-Bell’s. It involved that bungee cord and some duct tape I found in the shed, but I know I’m too raw and still too pissed to do the scene right. A fuck up in the wrong headspace and I will hurt her. She says she’s going to change for bed and we’ll finish off the first season of Vampire Werewolf Bayou Blood Alliance. That’s what I’m calling it. I tell her to skip the pajamas and we both strip down to nothing.
I lay down on the couch and pull her whole body on top of mine. This is what I wanted the first night, every bit of her against me, skin to skin. I drape the blanket over us and spend the rest of the night running my hands up and down her bare back. My hands take periodic trips to her ass. I’m about to ask her what the fuck is going on with this teen witch girl when she tells me she is wet.
She lifts her head off my chest and looks me in the eyes. “Like really wet,” she says. My cock’s been behaving itself, but the moment she looks at me with those eyes my dick comes to life. I know she can feel it along her stomach. She squirms a little.
“You should see how wet I am,” she says.
“You want me to check?”
She nods.
I slip my hands down and grab her fully by the ass, and pull her body up so we’re face to face. I look down at her mouth and catch a glimpse of her tongue as it runs along the inside of her upper lip. I pull her ass cheeks apart with ease and I barely have to move my fingers an inch before I’m rubbing my hand in all this wetness. I’m a little shocked.
“When did this happen?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Last two hours or so.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. I was thinking about you and how nice it would feel to come just from rubbing my clit all over you.”
I slide the tip of my middle finger just inside her pussy. She’s soaking wet and perfectly hot. “I’m not sure if I know what you mean. You should probably show me.”
“’Kay.” She leans down and licks my bottom lip, then she slips her hands between our bodies and lines the hardness of my shaft up with her wet slit. She starts to move and then she kisses me.
Thirteen
Claudia
I’m lost. So lost to this moment between us. I’m doing so many things wrong. For one, even though he hasn’t even penetrated me yet, I know one of us needs to pause and grab a condom, but I can’t stop myself from sliding my clit along his cock. I don’t know how this feels for him, but he has no idea how good this feels for me. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, especially after that awkward as fuck dinner with the Tierneys. They exposed Shep in the most brutally honest, yet the most cruel way. I know I should be taking stock. I should be thinking about stepping back, but I can’t. I just want him more. I also want to go back down the hill and get those roses back from that nurse, Sarah.
Shep grips my ass harder and raises his hips. That feeling, when you know you’re so close to coming, that electricity that shoots up your clit, makes you crazy, sends you chasing the sensation over and over, that’s what I feel. I’m going to come. I rock against that friction. I move up a bit more so I can shove my tongue into his mouth. It’s warm under the blanket and I can feel our sweat starting to slick my body. His mustache tickles my face, but I don’t care. His tongue is so slick and dirty against mine.
I’m with Shep now, I keep telling myself. I’m with him and he’s not going to ask me to leave. He’s not going to tell me what we’re doing is wrong. He’s just as fucked up as I am, and in the back of my mind, I’ve started something I had no business starting. Something that’s going to fuck us both up even more, like forever.
I can’t decide whether or not I want to admit to Shep just how right he is. I want him. I want him all the time and he was right, I’m willing to beg for it. I can add that to the list of things I’ll eventually have to discuss with a future therapist. It’s not even the promise of sex that’s driving me. It’s his touch. It’s the way he looks at me. Damn those deep brown eyes that seem to focus on me everywhere I turn. Damn that perfectly crafted beard. And that cock.
“I’m gonna come,” I tell him, but before he can respond, say anything encouraging or nasty, I do come. I bury my face against his neck. He holds me closer, tries to hold me still, but my hips won’t stop. I want more.
“That’s it, baby,” he says against my forehead and then he kisses my scar. Kisses all along it again and I come again. I’m shaking, but he’s got me. He’s still holding me to his chest, both his massive arms wrapped around me. Jason would never.
“You want me to come?” he asks me. Of course, I do, but I can barely speak. I just nod. “There’s a condom in my pocket. Grab it.” I groan in disappointment, but he slaps my ass. “Go on.”
I use a surge of energy I can barely spare to toss off the blanket and make my shaky legs connect with the floor. I have to blink a few times before I can see properly but I find his jeans over by the TV. I’m ashamed and little disgusted at myself at the thought that crosses through my head as I dig the three condoms he has stashed from his back pocket. I don’t want to use them. I want to be safe. I’m on the pill, but it only takes one hormonal slip up for the pill to be rendered useless—but I also want to know what it feels like.
I turn back to the couch and find Shep sitting up on the edge of the cushion. I hand him one of the condoms. He looks at me as he rips open the wrapper. I can’t even think about looking away.
“You don’t want me to use it,” he says as he slips it on.
“Not in the stupid way though.”
“Oh, I know,” he says. He starts rubbing the palm of his hand over the swollen head of his cock. I swallow the drool that’s pooling in my mouth. “Can you wait?”
I nod my yes and my thighs seem to squeeze together on their own. I’ve just come twice, but something about his voice and what he’s suggesting has my clit aching again. He holds his hand out and I let him pull me close. He gathers me closer, bringing me down to straddle his lap. He grips his cock and pushes it inside me with shameful ease. He’s so big, but I am so ready for him. I close my eyes and suck in a breath as I gently swirl my hips. I suck in another breath as he palms my breast and takes my nipple in his mouth.
“I’m too close and it’s too risky,” he says. The sound of his voice kills me. So deep and gravelly.
