by Hope Stone
“Claire,” I murmured. “I’ve wanted you all day.”
“Me too,” she whispered.
I couldn’t hold back. In a flash, I leaned down, put one arm beneath her knees and the other at her back, then scooped her into my arms.
Claire let out a delighted yelp. She wrapped her arms around my neck as if I had lifted her up a hundred times and continued to kiss me.
I walked over to the couch and sat down. Claire was a compelling weight upon my lap. She wiggled to get comfortable, and with each squirm, she sent lightning bolts of desire coursing through me.
I held her as tight as I could against my chest and kissed her soft lips. I started by flicking my tongue along her lower lip and then gradually thrust my tongue deeper into her mouth. Claire responded like clay, her petal-soft skin turning pink and flushed.
I willed myself to focus on the feel of her in my arms. I wanted to remember all the details with clarity, so I could take this memory out later and relive it. I was obsessed with how her body was simultaneously firm and soft. She had muscles lining her arms, back and abs, but nothing bulging with her every muscle coated in a delightful layer of tender flesh.
I could tell she was lithe and strong, but it was almost as if her body was spun out of a finer material than mine. The very fibers of her being were more complex and delicate.
Her hand suddenly fluttered across my chest as she moved her fingers to the button on her dress. The hem of her skirt was already hitched up around her thighs as I grasped her hands, stopping her from continuing to undress. I held her wrists with one hand and reached for her collar with my other.
“Let me,” I said. “I want to take my time, if that’s alright?”
Claire nodded as if in a daze. “Yes. I want that too.”
I unbuttoned her dress, but paused between each button to kiss her mouth or cheeks or neck. Claire sighed with pleasure and ran her own hands up and down my shoulders. I pulled her dress aside to reveal inch by inch of her creamy skin. The buttons ran all the way down her outfit, so soon the entire front was open. Claire’s pert breasts were encased in a lacy black bra with the silvery-white of her stomach exposed.
I leaned back against the couch so I could take her in. I wanted to remember the sight of her in addition to the feel of her body.
Claire didn’t let me look for long. She snuck her hands beneath my cotton T-shirt and ran searching fingers over my torso before lifting the clothing over my head. Once the shirt was discarded, she leaned over and started licking and nipping at my chest. I sucked in my breath and let her have her fun. I wanted us to explore each other. I wanted us to delight in one another.
I hissed in pleasure as Claire adjusted her legs so that she was straddling me. Now she was pressed up against my erection, and I liked knowing that she could feel how much she turned me on. I could feel the warmth of her as well, and I couldn’t resist slipping a finger beneath the hem of her panties.
I ran a teasing touch along the top of her thatch of curls before sliding it lower and just lightly touching her sensitive clitoris. I was rewarded by Claire whimpering in response and kissing me with renewed fervor.
She pressed herself against my hand with an eagerness that made me want to rush to the finish line. Something about her made me feel like a teenager again, desperate to hurry through sex to reach my satisfaction. I took a breath and regained control.
I could tell she wanted me to touch her more down there, so instead, I teased her by running my hands everywhere else on her body. I kneaded her ass and felt her shiver as I ran my hand up her side. Then I slipped my hand beneath one bra and cupped her breast. I pinched her nipple between two fingers until I felt it harden.
Claire was making little mewling sounds of pleasure with every move I made, and it was the hottest thing in the world. She tugged a strap of her bra over one shoulder so that her nipple was exposed. Without hesitating, I took the hard nipple in my mouth and began sucking her. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and began moving her hips against mine.
The motion drove me crazy with desire. I had never been so hard, my entire cock burned with a need to be inside her. Soon. Soon, I would be satisfied, but I wanted to take Claire to the brink first.
Without pausing in my attention to her breast, I slipped my hand back underneath her panty, but this time I wasn’t as timid. I ran my fingers across her folds, just feeling how wet she was for me made my erection throb. I began to tease and touch her clitoris, making Claire move atop my hand with increasing urgency.
“That feels so good, Pin,” she murmured. “Oh, it feels so good.”
I was about to take things further when all of a sudden, Claire leaned back and vacated my lap. I gasped at how cold I felt without her, and I blinked in concern that I had done something wrong.
“What?” Before I could finish my question, I realized what Claire was doing. She had kneeled between my legs, her dress still half on, and her fingers prying at the zipper of my jeans.
“No, Claire,” I said. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” Claire said, tugging my pants down to reveal the evidence of my own desires. “I want to make you feel good.”
Then she raised one playful brow and leaned closer, her mouth a pink little O above the tip of my erection.“But if you don’t want me to continue, I’ll stop.”
A smile tugged at my lips. I adored that she was so playful in bed. I should have known she would be up to wrestle the control from me. I liked it. It made us feel like equals.
Before I could dwell anymore on how much I appreciated Claire, she took me in her mouth, and I lost all powers of rational thought. She licked and sucked and massaged me with her hand, all while giving me the most sensual look with her big blue eyes.
“Oh God.” I leaned back with a cry. “Oh God.”
When Claire had driven me almost to the edge, I knew I needed to stop her. I loved what she was doing, but I didn’t want to come yet. Not until she was fully satisfied. I sat up and Claire raised her head. Before she could ask me what was going on, I pulled her against my chest and was rising from the couch.
She squealed once again as I carried her to the bedroom. I sat her on the bed and just stood in front of her for a moment, taking her in from her tousled blonde hair to her swollen lips to her little feet, dangling above the floor.
Then I stepped forward and pushed the dress off her. I disposed of her bra and panties in quick succession. Claire had already tugged my pants down, and I removed my boxer shorts, so that we were both naked, totally exposed to each other.
I approached the bed and she squirmed back until I was propped horizontally on my elbows while she was beneath me. I kissed her slowly and passionately, relishing the feel of her hands on my back that pulled me closer.
Then I began to touch her again, flicking and massaging her clitoris until she was whimpering with sensation. When I knew she couldn’t take it anymore, I slid one finger inside her. The feel of her warm, tight pussy was enough to almost make me come early.
I clenched my teeth and bit her lip before growling in her ear. “Claire, I want to be inside you.”
“I want that too,” Claire gasped. “Please, Pin.”
I wanted her a million different ways. I wanted her from behind on her hands and knees. I wanted her on top and I wanted her on bottom. I wanted to make love to her on the beach, in a car, on the floor, wherever. I wanted to do everything with her.
But for now, I knew I could only hold onto my self-control for so long. Claire was on the brink of losing control as well.
So I slid into her and cried out as I realized that my memory from last time hadn’t even done her justice. She felt even better than I remembered. The warmth of her clenching around me was even more satisfying than I had imagined. And I had been doing a lot of imagining.
I thrust into her again and again, and in answer, Claire wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me closer. She matched my rhythm as I reached down to work her clitoris with
my fingers, eliciting little screams from Claire’s mouth.
I expected her to close her eyes as the waves of her orgasm started to build, but instead, she kept her eyes wide open and fixed upon me. I held her gaze and watched with joy as her eyes widened as her climax began to grow.
“Oh, Pin,” she cried. “Pin!”
I thrust even harder and she went flying over the edge, her pussy flexing around me as the courses of pleasure took her. I exploded only a moment after, letting out a primal yell as my own body was overtaken with a wave of ecstasy.
As our cries mingled between us, the whole room faded into a blur. All I could see was the blue of Claire’s eyes, and all I could feel was the slickness of her dewy skin.
When we had both exhausted the final jolts of our climaxes, I tumbled onto my back beside her. In a heartbeat, Claire had hitched one leg over my thigh and put her head on my chest.
“Is this ok?” she asked.
I drew her closer with my arm. Serenity descended on me like a heated comforter. “Of course.”
“It’s just last time you left,” Claire said.
She wasn’t whining or accusing. She just wanted to know where we stood. She was confirming that things had changed.
“I’m not going to leave tonight.” I wasn’t going to even let go of her for many hours.
First of all, because I fully intended to fuck her again, once we had both recovered. I was already dreaming up new positions.
Second, I knew it was going to be hard to sleep away from her, this night and in the future. I had gotten a taste of what it felt like to be with her sexually. I knew how it felt for her to sleep curled up against me. I was already addicted to her.
Claire let out a little sigh of contentment and nestled her head even closer to my neck.
“But if you sleep naked like this, you do know I won’t be able to resist, right?” I asked.
Claire placed one hand on my lower stomach, dangerously close to my crotch. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”
With a grin, I reached up to lift her chin, and I kissed her, once more. I was never going to be able to stop kissing her. I couldn’t stop touching her.
And the most shocking part: I didn’t even want to try and stop.
Claire
I don’t often admit to making mistakes, but that’s because I don’t often mess up. When I do commit an error, though, I like to think I can own up to it.
I was positive I had made a mistake with Pin. I had thought I could use him for the case and then discard him. I had thought my attraction was run-of-the-mill lust, easily forgotten in a week or so.
I was wrong. I was not going to forget this night any time soon.
I couldn’t say when things had gotten more intense, but they had. Somewhere between the Chinese food and the barbecue, our relationship had taken a turn. It had gone from light and casual, no strings attached, to something far heavier.
It was strange though, I didn’t feel oppressed by the weight. In the past, when boyfriends made serious confessions or declared their emotions, I always felt burdened, as if now I had to lug around the weight of their feelings in a bag around my neck.
I didn’t feel that way with Pin. I felt safe with his emotions. I was touched that he cared about me to break his old habits, and I found that I wanted to do the same for him.
It didn’t hurt that he was amazing in bed. His every touch sent flames of want rippling across my body. Even now, laying against him in the post-sex cuddling position, I was already wondering when he would be up for another round.
Before I could give in to drowning myself in the feeling of being with him, I rolled onto my back. He was dozing a bit, but he kept his solid arm across my torso. I had to think a few things through. The twinge of guilt I felt before the barbecue over using Pin had grown into a growling beast, clawing at the lining of my stomach.
I stared at the ceiling and asked myself if it was time to come clean. To my surprise, the answer was a definitive yes. There was no other option. I could not continue to lie to him. I cared about him too much.
Besides, he had been totally honest with me tonight. I had responded with some honesty, but not total honesty. I wanted to actually match him. I wanted to tell the truth. But how would he react?
I glanced over at him, my breath catching at the way his dark eyelashes brushed his cheeks with shadowy kisses. I didn’t want to lose him. I wanted him to come back and share my bed and take me on more rides. I wouldn’t get bored of him, and I would never hurt him.
Or I would never hurt him any more than I already had.
It was a frightening realization that I might not make it out of this with him. He might walk away and not return. It had taken a lot for him to let down his walls with me. I could tell when he was explaining his distrust of relationships.
I wanted to defend myself. I wanted to say that I hadn’t cheated on him. I would never do that. I had only lied to him. Just a little. Not even a lie really. I had just hung out with him in the hopes to uncover a drug ring within his beloved biker club.
Squeezed my eyes shut, I wondered if that was that worse than cheating? Possibly. I guess it didn’t matter which was worse. What mattered was that I had done it.
As I heaved a sigh, Pin stirred beside me and inched his hand up towards my breast. I turned to him and he kissed me, his eyes blinking out of their slumber. I melted into the kiss, and soon we were wrapped together again to the point I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
He touched me again, gently easing me back into the land of pleasure, where I couldn’t think about my sins. Where I could only feel his hands and lips on me.
It didn’t take us long to reach a frantic state of desire once again. This time I climbed atop him and lowered myself onto his erection, savoring the fullness I felt as I took him as deep as I could. I gazed down at his body as his hands gripped my hips, and we found a rhythm. I gasped as my orgasm consumed me. He convulsed and cried out, letting me know that he was in the same state.
When we were done, I held him inside for a bit longer and lay down across his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, and I wanted to be held by him forever.
I rolled off and onto my side, but Pin pulled my back against his chest so he was spooning me. I closed my eyes, and tears trickled out. I let them roll in silence down my cheek. If Pin knew I was crying, he would hold me and comfort me and ask me to tell him what was wrong.
I couldn’t tell him right then, but I knew I had to tell him. I would tell him, once I let him sleep. Pin deserved a restful night. He had done nothing wrong.
Tomorrow, I told myself.
Tomorrow I will tell him, and try and explain it right. I would tell him that it was my job and I got assigned this case. I would admit that it had been wrong of me to text him to hang out just so I could gain access to the Outlaw Souls.
But I would also explain that I no longer suspected that the Outlaw Souls were involved. I had observed them, and I couldn’t fathom any one of those bikers seducing and manipulating a teenage girl or badgering a young teen boy into dealing drugs.
In fact, I could use Pin’s help with the case. If the Outlaw Souls weren’t the culprits, who were? Pin knew La Playa, he knew bikers, and he knew about the seedy side of the city. If I came clean and asked him for his help, he could be my biggest asset. He could break the case wide open.
Most importantly, I had to let Pin know that our connection was real. I hadn’t been faking anything. Even when we were just hanging out watching TV, I had been myself. I had just been trying to find extra information.
As for the barbecue and everything after, I hadn’t even been thinking about the case. I had just been falling for him. I just had to make him understand that, and maybe he wouldn’t drop me cold turkey. It wasn’t going to be an easy conversation, but I knew I had to try.
Things felt different with Pin. I no longer feared growing bored, but it wasn’t just because he was a biker and that boredom wasn’t part of his type o
r lifestyle. It was more than that. It was this strange knowledge that I could wake up morning after morning and just do the little things with Pin but not feel scared or annoyed. Pin wasn’t going to hold me back from adventure. He was an adventure. Loving him could be an amazing adventure.
I shivered to myself. I hadn’t dared to think the word “love” – not yet. It came so quickly to mind though, while in Pin’s arms. I took a breath to steady myself. I could consider the love question later. After I told Pin the truth.
I lay awake for a long time. I couldn’t fall asleep, and I didn’t really want to. I wanted the night to last forever. I wanted to stay frozen in this moment when I knew how much Pin cared for me. He thought I was wonderful and smart and beautiful. He didn’t know I was a sneak. He didn’t know I had suspected his family of doing horrible things. That I had gone to that barbecue like a snake in the grass.
I stopped the self-flagellation after a while. I’ve never been the type to beat myself up. I reminded myself that I had just been doing my job. That lives were at risk. I hadn’t even known Pin that well when I accepted the assignment, and I would’ve been an idiot if I didn’t ask questions about Outlaw Souls when I knew two teenagers had gone missing after being linked to a local biker club.
Pin might be hurt, but he wasn’t stupid. He would listen to my side of the story. It could all work out. I wasn’t enough of a blind optimist to think it was definitely going to be ok, but I allowed for the possibility that we could move past this.
Tomorrow, I will tell him.
Tonight I would hang onto the possibility that he would forgive me.
Pin
The sun streaking through the window woke me up, but had no effect on Claire. I grinned at the sight of her, out cold underneath the covers. It was what I had been hoping for. To make up for the time I had tip-toed out in the dead of night, I was going to let her sleep in while I cooked breakfast.
