Chapter Six

 

Claire

 

I felt more than a little awkward as I picked my way in the dark, up the steps of Jonah’s front porch.  I hesitated, and then knocked lightly on the door as I looked around.  The houses on either side of Jonah’s place were both dark, and I cursed my paranoia as he opened the front door.

“Hello, Claire.  Come in.”

I followed him inside and slipped off my heels.  Despite the late hour, the house smelled delicious and my stomach growled loudly.  I blushed when Jonah laughed and took my jacket.  “I guess I don’t need to ask if you’ve eaten dinner.”

“You don’t have to feed me.”  I followed him into the kitchen.  I’d been too nervous to eat, too freaked out by the thought of being seen walking into Jonah’s house that I couldn’t eat.

Now, standing in Jonah’s warm kitchen with his gaze lingering first on my breasts and then my hips, my nerves dropped away, and I felt nothing but an overwhelming need for him.  I walked toward him and put my arms around his waist before kissing him on the mouth.

He returned my kiss, cupping my face and tasting me with slow, lingering licks that made me tingle all over.  I reached for his belt buckle and he captured my hands.  “Whoa, wait a minute.”

“I want you,” I pouted.

“Dinner first.”  He kissed the tip of my nose and took my hand, leading me to the table.  “Sit down, pet.”

I sat in the chair he pulled out for me.  He brought out a bottle of wine.  “Would you like a glass?”

“Yes, please.”

He poured the wine and I sipped at it as he returned to the oven.  He donned oven mitts and pulled out a roasting pan that he set on top of the stove.  He opened it and the delicious smell of chicken and lemon filled the air.

My stomach growled again, and he grinned at me over his shoulder.  “Almost ready.”

I watched as he set the chicken on a cutting board before stirring the rice that was in a pot on the back burner.

“Can I help you with something?”  I asked.

“Sure.  You can scoop out the vegetables and put them in that bowl, and put the rice in the bowl next to it.”

I stood next to him and transferred the vegetables and the rice to the serving bowls as he carved the chicken and laid it out on a small platter.  We placed the food on the table and he refilled my glass before pouring himself a glass.

“Help yourself.”  He passed me the chicken and I took a few pieces before handing it back to him.  As we dished out the rest of the food, I smiled at him.

“This looks really good, but you didn’t have to cook dinner.”

“I like to cook,” he said.  “How about you?  Do you like it?”

“I do.  I’ve taken a few cooking classes over at the Y with Luna.”  I took a bite of the chicken.  “This is delicious.”

“Thanks.  What else do you like to do for fun?”

I hesitated.  I had come to Jonah’s house expecting a few rounds of unbelievably good sex before I snuck home under the cover of darkness.  Instead, I was on a damn date.  I needed to nip it in the bud, needed to tell Jonah that this was sex and nothing else, but I couldn’t do it.  This Jonah was so different from who I believed him to be that I was utterly fascinated and dying to learn more about him.

“I do a lot of hiking in the warmer weather.”

He gave me a look of delight.  “Me too.  Have you hiked the trails at Elk Park?”

“I go to Elk Park almost every weekend in the summer.”

“I can’t believe we haven’t run into each other on the trails.”  He ate a bite of chicken.  “I’m participating in the Knox hike this spring.”

“Seriously?”  I put down my forkful of vegetables and gave him a look of admiration.  Knox was in reference to Knox Mountain, a small mountain range about forty miles west of our town.  Each spring, an event was held for people to hike up the mountain.  It was a brutal test of a hiker’s endurance and strength.  “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you.  Have you ever thought about doing it?”

“Oh God, no.  I hike for fun, not for torture.”

His laugh warmed me more than the wine, and I ate some more chicken.  “This really is very good.”

“I’m not as good of a cook as my mother, but she taught me well.”

“Is your mom a chef?”

He nodded.  “She’s the head chef at Baker’s Steakhouse.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that.  The food there is amazing.  I met her once.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded and took a sip of wine.  “Yes.  I was there with my parents when they were visiting last year, and apparently my mom and your mom were good friends in elementary school.  She came out to our table to say hello.  I had no idea she was your mother.”

“She doesn’t have the same last name as me,” Jonah said.  “My dad died when I was seven and she remarried when I was ten.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you get along with her husband?”

“For the most part.  He’s a good guy and loves my mother very much, so that’s what matters, right?”

“How did your dad die?”

“Cancer.”  He poked at his chicken.  “Do you get along with your parents?”

“I do.  They moved to Maine six years ago for my father’s job, so I don’t see them as much as I’d like, but we try to get together at least once a year.”

“Do you have any siblings?”

“Nope, only child.  You?”

“Same.”  He grinned at me and I could feel an answering smile on my lips.  It was a little scary how easy it was to talk to Jonah, and how much we seemed to have in common.

He took another sip of wine. “So, what kind of movies do you like?”

 

* * *

 

Claire

 

“Are you sure I can’t help you clean up?”  I called from the living room.

“Positive.  I’m almost done.  Just relax and I’ll be there in five,” Jonah replied.

I listened to the rattling of the dishes as he loaded the dishwasher.  After a couple of minutes, I leaned against the back of the couch and studied the painting that was mounted above the fireplace. 

“Do you like it?”  Jonah’s arm slid around my waist and he kissed the side of my neck.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Matt painted it.”

“Matt, your best friend?  I thought he was a paramedic.”

“He is.  He paints for fun.”

“He could make a career out of it,” I replied.

“He could,” Jonah agreed.  His hands smoothed over my stomach.  “I like your dress.”

“Thank you.”  Despite the coolness of the weather, I couldn’t resist wearing a dress.  Maybe to make it easier for Jonah to do what he was doing at this very moment.

I parted my legs shamelessly when Jonah slipped his hand under the hem of my dress and rubbed my thigh.  “Are you wearing stockings?”

“Yes.”

He sucked in his breath, his hands reaching for the zipper of my dress.  “I need to see this.”

“Shouldn’t we go to your bedroom?”

“What for?”

“We’re right in front of a window,” I said as he pulled the zipper down and tugged my dress down to my waist.

It was dark outside, and I couldn’t see anything but our reflection in the glass.  He pushed the dress past my hips and it pooled on the floor.  I stepped out of it and Jonah bent and picked it up before lying it across the arm of the couch.

He studied our reflection, his fully-clothed body next to my pale skin dressed in a bright red bra with matching thong and black stockings.  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Claire.”

“So are you,” I said.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.  He handed it to me as he stripped off his t-shirt and shoved his jeans and briefs down his legs before kicking them away.  His cock was rock hard, and I licked my lips in anticipation, making a small whine of disappointment when he stepped closer and nestled it between my ass cheeks.  It was beautiful, long and thick and already leaking precum, and I wanted to keep looking at it.

His warm hands unclipped my bra, and he removed it before taking my arms and pulling them back until my back arched a little.  “Look how hard your nipples are, pet.”

He cupped them, and I watched in the window reflection as he kneaded and rubbed them until I was moaning and rubbing against his cock.

“Does that feel good, Claire?”

“Yes.  Jonah, I want you to fuck me.”

“I know, pet.”  He reached down and curled his fingers into the waistband of my thong before pulling it down.  He knelt behind me and helped me out of it before kissing the backs of my thighs.  “I think we’ll keep the stockings on while I fuck you.”

I moaned when his mouth kissed my skin above the band of my stocking.  “Bend over and spread your legs, pet.”

“Jonah, the window, maybe we should close the blind.”

“Bend over,” he repeated before biting my right ass cheek.

I squealed and bent over the back of the couch, spreading my legs.  They were trembling with anticipation, and I almost screamed with pleasure when I felt Jonah’s warm breath on my throbbing pussy.

“You’re soaking wet already, pet.”  His tongue licked my slit, his hands tightening on my thighs when I tried to grind my pussy against his face. 

“Your clit is wet and,” he licked it with the tip of his tongue and this time I did shriek, “swollen.  You need to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I cried.  “Oh God, yes.”

“So greedy,” he said before diving into my soaking muff.

I cried out at the touch of his hot tongue stroking my clit.  My hands dug into the couch and I arched my back, pushing more of my pussy into his mouth as he flicked at my clit with his tongue.

“Oh God!”  I was embarrassed by how quickly Jonah could push me to the edge, but it didn’t stop me from cumming hard all over his face when he sucked on my clit.  My body stiffened and I trembled wildly before collapsing against the couch, my face buried in the cushions and my ass sticking up in the air.  I didn’t even care as I heaved in breath after breath of much-needed air. 

Vaguely, I was aware of Jonah taking the condom from my closed fist and the sound of the foil wrapper.  His hand smoothed over my ass and I straightened, trying to support myself on legs that felt like rubber.  He squeezed my ass before pushing on my lower back and bending me over the couch again.  My hair was hanging in my face and he gathered it into a ponytail in his fist.  He pulled until I was staring at the painting above the fireplace.

Fresh wetness dripped down my inner thigh.  I loved being fucked doggy-style and the way he held my hair in a tight grip, the way he pushed my legs wide with one strong thigh, was making me pant with anticipation.

The head of his cock pushed against my hole and then he was sliding in.  I moaned at the delicious fullness as my inner muscles stretched to accommodate his width.  His pelvis pressed up against my ass and I made a soft squeak when his finger traced around my pucker.

“Have you been fucked in the ass before, pet?”

“Yes, but it’s been awhile.”

“That’s a shame.”  He leaned over and kissed between my shoulder blades.  “At some point, I will fuck that delectable ass of yours.”

I clenched around him in response and he groaned before giving me two hard and heavy thrusts.  “Christ, you like that idea.”

“Maybe,” I said as I pushed back and forth over his dick.

He moaned again, his hand tightening in my hair before he forced me to turn it to the side.  “Look, pet.”

I stared at our reflection, my lust growing in leaps and bounds as I watched his thick cock slide in and out of my pussy.  His hand grabbed my hip and he lifted me a little, adjusting me slightly so he could slide in deeper.  I groaned, rising up on my tiptoes as I watched him fuck me hard and rough.

My eyes widened when the light next door flicked on and I had the perfect view into Jonah’s neighbour’s living room through the window.  A dark-haired woman and a blonde man carrying a bowl of popcorn, walked in and sat down on their couch.  The man picked up the remote sitting on the coffee table and grinned when the woman plucked it from his hand.

“Jonah, stop!”  I gasped.  “Your neighbours – they can see us.”

“They’re not looking.”  He refused to let me up, instead pressing me deeper into the couch and fucking me even harder.

“Oh God,” I moaned when he reached under me and cupped my tit, pinching my nipple.  “But they might.  If they look out the window, they’ll – oh God!”

He had pinched my nipple again and the pain mixed with pleasure as he pounded into me.

“Jonah!”

He hooked his right arm around both of my arms just above my elbows and pulled me into a standing position.  I was trapped against him, my back arched and my pussy full of his cock as he kissed my back before nuzzling my ear.  His left hand cupped my breast and he toyed with my nipple. 

“Jonah,” I moaned, “if they look…”

“If they look, they’ll see a gorgeous woman being fucked the way she should be.  They’ll see your smooth skin, your beautiful tits,” his fingers tweaked my nipple, “and your hard nipples.  They’ll watch your little pussy taking my cock like the good girl you are.  Isn’t that right, pet?”

Oh fuck, I was so turned on, I could barely breathe let alone answer him.

“In fact.”  He suddenly turned my body so I was facing the window straight on, before hooking his arm around my left thigh and lifting my leg.  He slid his cock inside my pussy again, holding me captive against him as he fucked me with a deep, slow rhythm.  “Let’s give them an even better view of your beautiful pussy.”

“Oh God,” I moaned, and stared wide-eyed at the couple.  They were both watching the tv, sharing the bowl of popcorn between them, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.  At any moment, one or both would look over and they would see me being fucked by Jonah.

“You’re stunning, my love,” Jonah whispered in my ear as he fucked me with that same slow rhythm.  He released my arms and slid his hand around to rest on my belly.  I should have been pushing him away, I should have been fighting my way free and closing the goddamn blinds on his window.  Instead, I arched my back and thrust out my chest as Jonah kissed my neck again.

“That’s right, pet.  Show them your sexy tits, how hard your nipples get for me.”  His hand reached between my legs, and I didn’t object when he used two fingers to push the lips of my pussy apart and exposed my throbbing clit.

“They should get to see your pretty little clit if they look over, don’t you agree, my love?”

“Yes, Jonah,” I moaned.

“Do you know what I think, my love?”

I shook my head, my body vibrating and pulsing with every thrust of Jonah’s cock.  “I think if they did look over and saw you being fucked, they wouldn’t be able to look away.  I think,” his fingers brushed over my clit and I cried out as pleasure raced up my spine like flickering lightning, “they’d find it so fucking hot, they’d start fucking.  Would you like that, Claire?  Would you like knowing that people are watching you be fucked, and that it makes them want to fuck too?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

I heard his sharp inhale, and then he was fucking me so hard I would have fallen over if not for his hand wrapped around my leg.  He pinched my clit and I threw my hand over my mouth to muffle my scream of pure pleasure as I came so hard, I almost passed out.

Jonah groaned into my ear, his cock thrusting hard and fast as he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me steady.  When he came only seconds later, he buried his face into my neck to muffle his own loud shout.  Our bodies shook and swayed together as we came down from our high.  I was panting harshly, my body slick with sweat, and I moaned in disappointment when Jonah pulled out of me.

“Shh, pet,” he whispered before kissing my forehead.  He turned me toward the couch.  “Hang onto this.”

I gripped the back of the couch, watching as he crossed to the window.  I had one last glimpse of his neighbours still engrossed in the TV and eating popcorn before he closed the blind. 

He pulled the condom off and disappeared into the kitchen.  He returned in less than a minute, carrying two bottles of water.  He handed them to me and then picked me up.  I buried my face in his neck as he carried me to his bedroom.

“Climb in, Claire.”  He set me down next to the bed and pulled the covers back.

“I don’t have to stay, if you’d rather I didn’t.”  I yawned as he took the water from me and set one on the nightstand before opening the other and handing it to me.

“You’re not going anywhere.  Drink.”

I drank some water before handing the bottle to him and climbing into the bed.  His bed was sinfully comfortable, and I tucked my arm under the pillow, curling onto my side as he slid in behind me.  He spooned me, his hand cupping my breast and his head on the pillow behind mine.

“I have to leave before dawn,” I murmured.

“I know.  I set the alarm.  Sleep, my love.”