Chapter 14
Maynard
“Drink?” I asked, neatly folding my suit jacket over a chair at the bar. It was a short drive back to where we were staying, my family had a hotel across town from Anthony's office. We arrived in Chicago this morning and Claire had been intermittently tense all day. I was hoping that a drink might allow her to relax and open up.
“All of them yes, please,” Claire blurted as if gasping for air. She hadn't said much since arriving at our suite. Something was definitely on her mind and it was killing me not to know what it was.
Another new emotion, I mused. I never would've cared before. I'd come to understand that empathy was a good thing, but it was painful sometimes.
“Sex on the beach?” The corner of my mouth wrinkled into a subtle smile as I made the suggestion. It was the first cocktail I'd ever made her and she still had yet to actually try it.
“Sure,” Claire's thumbs tapped in quick succession as she typed something into her cellphone. She fell into the couch and curled her knees up to her chest in the fetal position. She thought about pulling the linen couch cover over herself but decided against it.
What was she trying to hide from?
“What's in that?” She asked.
“Vodka, cranberry, orange and—”
“That would be great,” Claire interrupted impatiently. “But can you make it a double and skip the cranberry and orange?”
Her urgency gave me pause. I grabbed the whiskey sour I'd just made for myself, a shot glass and the bottle of vodka then walked to the back of the couch. I placed my drink down on the end table and poured her a shot of the vodka. At least it was good vodka.
“Sex on the beach a la carte for—” Claire interrupted me by taking the shot glass from my hand and draining it before I could finish. “—the lady.”
“Thanks.” Claire grabbed the bottle and filled up her shot glass, then drained it again. I had a feeling she was only using the glass for my benefit. I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to massage her.
“Are you going to tell me what's on your mind or will I have to use other methods?” I smoothed my fingers between her shoulder blades and soothed the knots there. I always wondered if I could make a girl come by touching only non-erotic zones. I tabled the thought, tonight wasn't the time. I wanted to relieve some of her tension and encourage her to tell me what was bothering her.
“God, that's good.” Claire moaned, letting her head sag forward. “Is there anything you can't do?”
“I'm no good at letting pretty girls change the subject,” I whispered into her ear after a few seconds of slow thumb circles over the nape of her neck. “And my crochet skills are shit.
“I'm sorry,” Claire said with a heavy sigh. “Between my parents and your meeting with Anthony, it's just been a stressful day. I'm probably just jet lagged, I don't know.”
I let her words sink in. That could be all it was, but for some reason I felt there was more going on. I could call her out on it and demand she tell me the whole truth, but that didn't feel right. What are regular boyfriends supposed to do in this situation? A book might tell me to say something compassionate and kind.
“Take your blouse off.”
“Excuse me?” Claire craned her head around to look at me.
“You heard me.” I walked around the couch to face her, grabbing the remote control on my way. I wasn't a regular boyfriend. “Then lie on your stomach.”
The couches were set around a fireplace similar to the style that her parents had, except much grander and electrically-started. The remote controlled the large TV and the hearth beneath it. With the press of a button a fire crackled to life and all the room’s lights dimmed.
Instant ambiance. Did they build this feature with me in mind?
“I don't know. Dealing with my parents doesn't exactly put me in the mood.” Claire hesitated.
“The mood for a massage?” I feigned disbelief. “What kind of man do you think I am?”
“The kind of man that is determined to make me walk crooked for the rest of my life.” Claire eyed me, a hint of smile crept along her lips.
She was right. Every time I touched her I wanted to ruin her. I had taken her so many times since we started dating and each fuck left me only wanting more. Every time we had sex it was with a condom on; I'd begun fantasizing what her tight pussy would feel like against my naked cock.
“Walking is overrated. I'll buy you a Segway.” I teased in a low voice. “Lay down, this is just a massage.” I stared at her expectantly, sipping at my drink.
“Just a massage,” She repeated, stripping her blouse off.
Claire laid down. The flickering yellow firelight painted her in warm tones, robbing her of some of her paleness. Her skin was hypnotizing.
“When I'm done, you're going to beg for me to touch you deeper and harder.”
I ran my hand up her nearly bare back, snapping her bra strap apart in one breezy motion. I worked my hands back down either side of her spine to just above her ass. Slipping a few fingers beneath her waistband, I reached between her and the couch to pop open the front button of her pants.
“Oh yeah?” Claire looked at me with playful indignation. “We'll see about that.”
Her pants were loose enough that I was able to abruptly jerk them down to her knees in one pull, then slide them off completely. I stood back for a moment, drinking in the sight of her light form splayed across the dark upholstered couch. Her curves and soft features were more delicious than any drink I could ever make.
“You are far too tense.” I massaged her arms, shoulders, then all the way down the back of her legs.
“It's been a tense day.” Claire's words slipped out in the breaths between her soft moans. Her heart raced with each of my flourishes and subtle nail drags.
Every touch and groove I wore into her skin made my blood pump a little faster. Claire was so fucking gorgeous. It took everything I had not to dive in and split her thighs.
“Oh...” Claire spiked in air as my hands slipped between her thighs and squeezed tightly. I kneaded her muscles less than an inch from her pussy. I was making her wet without touching anything I shouldn’t. It was cruel but still technically part of the agreement.
“Maynard.” Her voice had a slight quiver to it that made my cock rock hard. She glanced sidelong at me, her eyes flickering down to the massive bulge in my pants.
I ignored her and kept going. My hands sensually explored the entire back of her body. All her stress-induced tenseness was replaced with quick jolts of muscle spasms that came from deep within her core. Claire was so turned on that her skin was almost scalding. Her body squirmed closer to my touch, embracing the pleasure of it.
Then without warning I stopped.
“Wait,” Claire whined softly.
“Yes?” I draped myself over the back of her and growled in her ear. The vibration of my lips on her earlobe made her shiver. “Was there something else you wanted?”
“You are horrible!” She protested.
“No, I'm the fucking best at what I do.” I licked the crease of her jawbone. “Tell me what you really want.”
“Agh! You love to torture me!” Her head craned to the side, trying to protect the ticklish spot I had licked.
“I won’t touch you again unless you beg me for it.” I lifted myself completely off her so that only my lips grazed her ear. The muscles in my arms tensed from the strain, not of holding myself up but from holding myself back. The animalistic side of me was barely under control, I wanted to devour her.
Claire turned herself onto her back and reached for her pussy, but I caught her hand. “Oh, you fucking asshole! That wasn't part of the deal.”
“I don't always play fair.” My eyes narrowed seductively. “Say it.”
“Fuck me for fuck's sake!”
I tore my shirt off and exhaled in relief, growling like a beast let out of his cage. I ripped her panties and immediately dove into her pussy, my tongue pushed her lips aside and flicked against her clit.
She used to be really hesitant about me going down on her but now she couldn't get enough. I think it was an intimacy thing. When she realized that I wasn't going to abandon her like her last boyfriend she opened up to me more. That openness was a new experience for both of us.
“Yes, yes!” Claire cried. She was primed and ready from the foreplay, it didn't take long for her to come. Claire's body folded in half, her thighs pinned themselves together. I pried them apart and sucked at her inner folds, drinking in all her honey. I feasted like a starving man, I couldn't get enough. Each wave of orgasm only spurred me on further.
I plunged two fingers into her, then straightened and pressed my mouth onto hers. She would taste what I found so fucking intoxicating.
Claire clumsily fiddled with my belt, and the hook and eye on my pants. My cock couldn't wait any longer, I pulled out of her tight cunt then broke open my clasp and zipper. Her eyes lit up, as they always did when I unleashed my massive member.
“I always forget just how much meat you're packing. How haven't you split me in half yet?” She sat before me on the couch and wrapped her hands around my cock, which was already glossy from precome.
“I don't want to break my toys.” I said with a mischievous smile. “Especially because they're the only ones I ever want to play with again.”
Her eyes flashed with the thought that I might actually break her, then she smiled. The danger only fueled her excitement. She eagerly took as much of me as she could into her mouth, stroking and sucking.
“You have gotten much better at that,” I grunted with pleasure, through clenched teeth.
“Practice,” she said with a pop noise as she pulled away. Claire smiled, wickedly licking the tip of my engorged cockhead. “That's not the only thing I got better at.”