DALE
I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t want this with every fiber of my being, but the moment my fingertips felt Clare’s arousal, I knew I wouldn’t leave before we had fucked. I hadn’t lied about the way none of the women at the bar had compared to her. After three whiskeys, my inhibitions left me. So I’d downed a beer, grabbed a cab, and came straight here.
Twirling my tongue around her taught nipple, I moaned when her nails dug into my ass, a small whimper leaving her lips.
Yes, pretty lady. No matter what my mother said, I had come out tonight with a plan.
God, I needed my mouth where my fingers had been earlier, then I needed my dick buried inside of her.
I didn’t bother asking where the bedroom was or trying to steer her into the living room. Instead, I gently placed her on the stairs leading to the upper floor, knowing it wasn’t the most comfortable place, but it was the most convenient one.
She didn’t seem to mind as I nudged her to lift her hips, drawing her sweatpants and panties down in one move. The pale moonlight cascading through the windows was just enough to make me see her skin, yet I tried to tell myself I just needed to get my dick wet.
It wasn’t true.
I sucked her other nipple, my hand going back to her core. She breathed out another moan, the sound turning me on more than I thought possible.
As it was, my cock started leaking, demanding attention and not getting any.
It was better that way. I wanted Clare on the edge once I drove into her, and I definitely wanted her to take something good away from this, too, no matter how selfish my appearance at her door had been.
“Dale, I…I need…something. God… More. Just give me more,” she pleaded. I moved her up a few more steps before I positioned myself between her legs, sweeping my tongue across her middle.
“Fuck,” Clare muttered, her legs falling open wider. I let my fingers join the action, pushing two inside her while I licked and teased her clit, bit her thighs softly, then continued teasing her again. When I felt her tremble, I decided to torture myself and her just a little bit longer.
With my free hand, I reached into my jeans, squeezing my erection, hoping to tone down the feeling. I hadn’t even been touched, yet I was ready to explode just from the sounds she made, the way she writhed beneath me.
The tip of my tongue circled her clit. I made sure to keep the pressure light, barely there, causing her to whimper.
“Stop messing around, Dale,” she ordered, sounding angry.
I chuckled, kissing her again. It was funny how much I enjoyed toying with her, having my hands on her full breasts, feeling her shiver against me.
“You freaking ass,” she groaned. “I was so damn close!”
I laughed now, realizing how tender it sounded. It freaked me out. To turn all tenderness off, I pushed down my jeans and reached into the back pocket while holding myself up with one arm.
I held out the condom pack and she tore it open with her teeth, then reached between us to roll it on.
Holy shit. That alone almost made me come. I bit down on my lip, hoping to keep myself from ruining this before it really started.
She wrapped her legs around me, using her feet to push down my jeans farther until I could easily kick them off, then lifted her hips to nudge my erection.
“Bedroom?” I asked in an attempt to make this somewhat more comfortable. I was half-kneeling, half-lying on her, and I knew the steps pushing into her back had to be a little painful, but she just shook her head.
“Stairs. Now.”
I wanted to say something, gather her close, but realized how those gestures weren’t about a quick fuck. I tempered those feelings, along with the need to kiss her.
“This is just a fuck, right, Dale? We need to set the terms.”
I hesitated, my whiskey-riddled brain wanting to tell her maybe this could be more, but I reminded myself that this was Clare, my annoying neighbor, and I nodded.
“Just a fuck. We’re adults, right?”
Clare just wrapped her legs tighter around my hips, my tip meeting her wet entrance, my eyes nearly rolling back into my head. God, I wanted this, needed to be inside her, but I had to keep my emotional distance. Clare Delaney was the last complication I needed in my life.
“Just move already, Harris, before I finish myself,” she snapped. I didn’t need to be asked twice.
With one flex of my hips, I was inside of her, pausing to get used to the feeling, to swallow down the need to drive my dick in and out of her until I shot my load.
Damn. She’s so tight and warm…and feels like heaven.
“Hell yes,” she whispered, and I chuckled, moving my other knee up to have more leverage—and to bring a little more distance between us. I leaned in to bite down on one hard nipple while slowly rolling my hips, feeling her fingertips brushing across my arms before her nails dug into my skin.
I forced myself to set a steady rhythm, almost punishing, wondering what I was trying to prove. Part of me wanted to draw this out, to make sure it lasted, while the other part was ready to finish as quickly as possible, then bring her up to the bedroom and do it all over again, taking my time during the next round.
One of her hands slid between us. I felt her fingers brush against my cock as she started to tease her clit, her walls clenching around me, making me grit my teeth.
I’d slept with a few women in my life…hell, Jacky and I had a busy sex life even after Sally was born…but I couldn’t remember ever being as confused about sex as I was at that moment.
Suddenly, she sat up, forcing me to switch positions with her, then she started riding me, her breasts bouncing up and down. I caught one nipple between my lips, rolling the other between my fingers while she took the pleasure she needed, her wet middle taking me deeper.
“Fuck, Delaney. I’m close to coming. You’d better—”
She leaned down and bit my shoulder, her walls clenching around my dick, as if on a mission. I pushed into her twice more and came so hard, I nearly saw stars I was squeezing my eyes shut so tightly.
She rode out the waves, moving carefully, teasingly, until I couldn’t stand any movement anymore, my dick spent, my brain muddled.
This definitely had been my worst, yet best idea ever. When she sank against me, I refrained from wrapping my arms around her. That would be too intimate, too confusing, and definitely not something I’d do after just a fuck.
“Holy shit. Thank you. I hadn’t realized how much I needed that,” Clare stated, standing. I carefully removed the condom and tied it closed, then padded off into her kitchen to dispose of it, not seeing the garbage can.
She passed by, her skin cool, and opened a door underneath her sink, then stepped back.
Awkward didn’t even begin to cover the situation, especially as she pushed my clothes into my hands.
“Here.” She waited as I dressed in her dark kitchen. I hated myself at that moment. I should’ve at least taken her to the living room instead of ravaging her on the stairs.
“Thank you.”
I didn’t know what I was thanking her for, but heard her choke out a disbelieving cough. Maybe I should’ve said something, should’ve tried to make this less of a disaster, but I was a guy who used whiskey as his excuse for everything. So I gave her a peck on the cheek and walked out the door, not pausing until I stood on my own porch.
Holy shit, my mother was right. All a one-night stand would create was a mess, and I’d certainly created one of epic proportions.