Kinky Claus

by Jodi Redford

  Without warning, Trig’s concerns from yesterday rushed to the forefront of her mind. “There are some women who can have sex purely for sex’s sake. But they’re in the minority.”

  Oh God. Was she about to become an embarrassing statistic? It wasn’t as if she was picking out her wedding dress. She wasn’t that far gone. And Lord knows that would only send Trig running for the hills. But maybe he was right about her not being wired for mere casual sex.

  Refusing to ruin the moment with her sappy emotions, she caressed the firm globes of his ass and swiveled her hips upward, forcing him to sink into her again. His shuddered breath mingled with hers before he kissed his way down her neck. Propping himself up with one arm, he twisted his torso so he could suck her nipple while he slowly pistoned his cock inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, riding the delicious friction of his shaft. Tearing his mouth from her with a groan, he slid from her pussy. Before she could complain about the unwanted vacancy, he rolled her onto her stomach. Something hard pressed into her lower belly, and it took a second and the unmistakable buzz of her bullet vibe to realize he’d tucked the device underneath her.

  Gripping her by the waist, he positioned her squarely on the vibrator in the same motion that he buried his cock inside her again. As he began to move she was left with one certainty—Trig’s hips should either be outlawed or at the very least labeled a weapon of mass destruction. Gripping fistfuls of the bedding, she strained underneath him, gasping for breath. He plunged deep and retreated, limiting his thrusts to shallow strokes that kept his cockhead in constant alignment with her G spot. Between that unrelenting friction and the ceaseless thrum of the bullet vibe, she held no hope of surviving the onslaught.

  Everything inside her clenched into an overwhelming ball of sensation. Trig’s cock tunneled deep and hard, forcing her over the precipice. She surged upward against his thrust and broke on a wail, shaking uncontrollably. He continued hammering into her, taking her higher and higher on the wave, until she thought she’d die from an overload of pleasure. Because surely that’s what would happen. Someone couldn’t experience this level of intensity without paying the consequence.

  Breath tearing from her lungs and her body wrung out and trembling, she slumped onto the soaked quilt just as Trig slammed into her one last time and held deep as he throbbed and came inside her with a groan and racking shudder. As her heart synched with the fierce drumbeat of his against her back she realized the foolishness in thinking that a simple death would be the most hazardous side effect to her night with Trig. Because she’d just committed the proverbial sin. The one thing that was destined to doom her from the start.

  She’d become emotionally invested in him.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d awoken to the soft, welcoming heat of a woman. For sure he’d never cracked his eyes open to the beautiful sight of Marissa snuggled against him. Unable to resist, he trailed his fingers along the gentle slope of her shoulder. She stirred restlessly and mumbled something before yawning. Blinking sleepily, she peered at him and smiled.

  He traced her jaw. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”

  “It’s okay. I rarely sleep in. Even on weekends.”

  “Since we’re both up, I wonder how we could spend the morning?” He ducked and kissed the crook of her neck, lingering on her pulse point while his palm followed the dip of her waist to her hip. She arched against him, allowing him easier access, and he bit her just hard enough to spring a gasp from her. The firm, stiff peaks of her nipples poked into his chest, an enticing invitation he couldn’t ignore.

  He hunched his shoulders and lapped a lazy circle around her areola, slowly working his way inward. She wiggled in his arms and he slid a knee between her legs, pinning her down. Her unmistakable wetness glazed his thigh, a taunting siren call. His cock thickening, he imagined losing himself inside her honeyed promise land for an hour or two. Yeah, definitely a fantastic way to while away the morning. He never went bareback, but right then he would have sold his soul to slip into Marissa’s beckoning heat sans a condom. To feel her—even just once—with nothing between them...

  Shuddering, he banished the rest of that alluring thought before it could further torment him. He shifted his weight, rolling her onto her back in the process. He indulged in several more minutes of suckling her nipples before he kissed his way down her stomach. Rimming the outside of her belly button with the tip of his tongue, he skimmed two fingers over her drenched folds, seeking out her clit. The muscles in her abdomen jumped with each of his determined caresses along the slippery little nubbin. Lifting onto his knees, he dropped a kiss just above the downy patch of fuzz topping her mound before scooting lower and settling between her thighs. Spreading her labia with his thumbs, he licked her from her slit all the way up to her clit. He concentrated his effort on making her squirm and gasp while he teased the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he was certain she was hovering on the brink, he reversed course, plowing his tongue through her wetness. He reached the entrance to her pussy and continued traveling in the southbound lane. Tilting her hips slightly upward, he ducked his head.

  Marissa stiffened. “Uh, what are you—Trig! Your mouth is definitely not supposed to be there.” She attempted to scooch her butt away from him but he clasped her tight.

  “Just give it a try. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” He swirled his tongue, the feather light strokes of his thumb on her clit accompanying the motion.

  After a moment she relaxed. Less than a second later her breathing accelerated, along with the restless stirring of her body. He lifted his head and inspected her flushed face. “I couldn’t help noticing that vibrating plug in your drawer. Do you use it often?”

  Two rosy spots prominently displayed on her cheeks, she shook her head. “It sort of freaks me out. I always psyche myself up too much before actually, you know, inserting it.”

  “Why did you buy it?”

  “Curiosity.” She chewed her lip.

  “About?” he prodded gently.

  “What it’d feel like.”

  “Getting fucked in the ass?”

  She swallowed. “Trig, I don’t think I’m ready for that. For Pete’s sake, I can’t even get up the nerve to use a stinkin’ plug.”

  “I wasn’t suggesting anything.” He hauled himself up and sat next to her. “I want to know what turns you on, and also what doesn’t. I thought maybe we could experiment a little to see what works for you.”

  She blinked at him. “You’d do that? For me?”

  He chuckled. “You make it sound like I’m a saint.” He sure as shit wasn’t that. Especially considering the sinful things he intended to do with that plug if she let him. “Plus you wouldn’t exactly be the only one benefiting from this experiment.”

  “Hm. You have a point there.” She eyed him for a long moment. “If I don’t like anything, you’ll stop?”

  “You have my sworn promise.” He grazed his fingertips across her inner thigh. “But I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you’ll love it.”

  “Fair enough.”

  He tempered the urge to pump his fist in victory. Twisting to the side, he tugged the upper drawer open and fetched the plug and the nearly full bottle of lube. Well, that confirmed that she hadn’t exaggerated about her reluctance to use the device. Judging from the information she’d given him, her fear stemmed more from the perceived threat of pain and discomfort than anything else. The best way around that problem was to get her head out of the equation, and distract her with other wicked delights.

  After tucking the plug and lubricant out of sight underneath a pillow, he snatched one of the condom packets and stretched out on his back. He made a sexy show of ripping the foil open with his teeth and handed the latex sheath to Marissa. She stared at it like it would possibly bite her if she made a sudden move.

  “Um, since you have more experience with these things than me, maybe you ought to—” She exhaled heavily when h
e shook his head. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  She started to reach for his cock but he stopped her. Frustration furrowed her brow. “I thought you wanted me to put it on you.”

  “I do. But you’re not allowed to use your hands.”

  She gaped at him. “And how exactly do I manage that feat?”

  He folded his arms behind his head and offered her a slow smile. “You’ll figure it out.”

  Her attention panned between the condom and his stiffening erection. He could see the precise moment the lightbulb popped on over her head. She slashed her gaze up to his face. “I am not putting it in my mouth.”

  “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

  She gave him a prissy look that was damn near impossible not to chuckle at. “I was referring to the condom.”

  “Ah, gotcha. Thanks for clearing that up.”

  “You are enjoying this far too much, you incorrigible bastard.”

  He shrugged. “I have a feeling I’ll enjoy it even more once you put that pretty mouth to work.”

  She appeared on the verge of arguing with him, but a second later she blew out a resigned breath. “Screw it.”

  “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get to soon enough.”

  Rolling her eyes, she plopped the condom in place and positioned her lips on the head of his cock. Her tongue slicked left and right, up and down, trying to situate the ring of latex. Saliva and the increasing amount of pre-come weeping from his slit due to her efforts only hindered the entire process. Sweat trickling down his sternum, he groaned and lifted his head to better watch her unintentionally sexy performance.

  She glanced up at him and squinted. “Jeez Louise. Would you stop that?”

  “What?”

  “Growing bigger. At this rate I’ll never get the condom on you.” She leaned over him, her features set in fierce concentration. Suddenly she blinked. “Oh man, why didn’t I think of this sooner?” Without warning, she dropped down onto her belly. Planting her elbows on either side of him, she squished her breasts together, trapping his dick in the middle. Her motions careful and excruciatingly prolonged, she squeezed her hands around her gorgeous tits and applied a downward pressure, slowly but surely sliding the rubber on him.

  The fact that he didn’t blow his load at any point during the entire ordeal? A fucking miracle. “Jesus.”

  She gave him a cocky grin. “Who’s the smarty pants now?”

  “You win that round, you diabolical genius. By the way, feel free to do that again fifty or so more times this morning.”

  Smirking, she shimmied her way up his body and straddled his lap. “You know, I never did get to tell Kinky Claus about the big package I’m hoping he’ll stuff in my stocking.” She rubbed provocatively along the length of his cock. “Do you suppose he’d be willing to fill it up even if he’s technically off the clock?”

  “I think he’d be willing to make a special exception for you.” He gripped her by the hips and eased her over the engorged tip of his shaft.

  She bore down on him, inch by inch encasing him in her warm, wet heaven. He butted against her cervix, completely bottomed out in her pussy. Mind-blowing as that sensation was, it only got a million times more intense when Marissa rocked her hips and cupped her palms over her breasts. She pinched her nipples and shivered.

  Fuck, she was killing him. All those fantasies he’d carried of her these four years were a pale comparison to the reality of being with her like this. She was an uncharted treasure trove of sheer sensuality. He wanted to explore everything about her. And not just the sexy stuff. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he learned what made her laugh or cry. What pissed her off and made her blissfully happy. God willing, he’d only bring her the positive outcomes of all of the above. He didn’t know the likelihood of that, considering what he did for a living.

  Deliberately choosing not to dwell on that for the time being, he focused on the one thing he knew he could deliver on—showering her body with so much pleasure, she’d be too dazed from orgasms to recall her own name. Sliding his hands along her spine, he encouraged her to bend closer. Her nipple brushed across his lips and he scraped the pebbled peak lightly with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. She continued riding his shaft, taking him in shallow increments. He palmed her ass, squeezing and massaging her soft cheeks. Growling, he gave her a little swat and bounced her harder on his cock, lodging her deeper. She bit her lip, her nails digging into his shoulders as she ground into his thrusts.

  “That’s it, Rissa. Take that cock like you fucking own it.”

  She trembled, her pace growing unsteady. He released one of her ass cheeks to search under the pillow for the plug. He located it along with the lube. Leaving the vibe next to his hip, he flipped the lube cap open with his thumb. She turned her head to see what he was doing and immediately tensed. He suckled her nipple again, prompting her sigh.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know why it makes me so nervous.”

  “Shhh. Don’t apologize.” He lubed up his finger. “We’ll try it this way first and see how that goes. Okay?”

  She nodded, and he eased his finger inside her a fraction. When he pushed against the resistant band of muscle she winced and attempted to retreat. He rubbed her spine soothingly. “I know. This is the hardest part. Let me in, and it’s nothing but pleasure from there. I promise.”

  Her knees released their chokehold around his waist and she slowly relaxed. He nudged his finger deeper, managing to get it in completely up to his knuckle this time. She was clinging to him—everywhere. Inside and out. She’d entrusted him with every intimate part of her body, and that was something he would never take for granted. “How’re you doin’, sweetheart?”

  She moaned and skated her fingers through his hair.

  The sound, as well as the accompanying gesture, set his mind at rest more than mere words could have conveyed. “Do you like it?”

  “Yes.” There was a hint of wonder and disbelief in her voice. “I didn’t think I would. How is it possible that it feels amazing when you do it?”

  He chuckled. “I have the magic touch?”

  “Mm, obviously.” She wiggled, inadvertently—or possibly purposefully—seating both his finger and his cock deeper inside her. A purring sound preceded her nibbling on his earlobe.

  “Naughty girl. You’re starting to enjoy me finger-fucking your ass, aren’t you?” He backed up the teasing inquiry by pumping his hips and finger in tandem with each other.

  Her wispy breath caressed his ear. “Yes. Oh God. Please don’t stop.”

  “Only for a second. I’m going to make it even better for you.” He gently slid his finger free and generously lubed up the plug. The tapered end made its penetration relatively easy, but Marissa’s expression still looked uncertain.

  He smoothed back her hair. “Everything okay?”

  “It feels...fuller than I expected.”

  “Let’s see if it makes any difference with it turned on.” He twisted the base, and she jolted, clamping her thighs around him again. She wasn’t the only one woefully unprepared for the intense sensation. The thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass meant he felt every throb and pulse of the vibe all the way down to his balls. Add to that the way her inner channel vised him, and the possibility of him lasting another five minutes were slim to none. Gritting his teeth, he flexed his fingers on her hips, desperately trying to ride out the wild wave of sensation.

  “Trig...I...I think I’m...Ooooohhh God.” A massive shudder convulsing through her, Marissa gripped his shoulders, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her pussy clinched him tight, milking the length of his shaft.

  No amount of counting baseball stats would get him through this one. Pistoning his hips, he powered through two and a half thrusts and lost it on the tail end of his final stroke, the orgasm T-boning him like a fucking freight train. He shook and cursed through the storm of it before finally slumping into the mattress with a hoarse groan. Certain that his l
ife force had just been drained from him, he removed the vibe and wrapped his arms around Marissa.

  For several seconds their ragged breaths competed for air time. Sweeping a lank of hair out of her eyes, Marissa peeked at him. Then giggled. The sound was contagious, and he joined in with a laugh. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he shook his head. “So that went better than anticipated.”

  She tickled his chest and smiled. He picked up her hand and bit the tip of her finger. “What are you thinking?”

  “How much I enjoy this. Being here with you.”

  Her admission stirred something deep in his chest. Unwilling to analyze it too closely, he rubbed his thumb along the center of her palm. “Then let’s make it last. Spend the entire weekend with me.”

  She blinked at him. “You mean beyond my office party?”

  “Yeah. Hell, I don’t have anyone booked until Christmas Eve.”

  Her face fell.

  Goddamn it. Why did he say it like that? “What I meant is I’m free to completely devote my time to you. Other than the two nights I work at sinners next week.” Fucking A. He was doing a piss poor job of stating his case here.

  “It’s okay. I know you count on your escorting for a living.” She stared at his chest, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m not sure if I can afford your rates for an entire week though.”

  She thought this was a sales pitch? He didn’t know whether to laugh, or be insulted. “Rissa, I’m not asking you to pay me. You said you enjoy our time together. Well so do I. I thought we could have some more fun together. No strings—or contracts—attached.”

  A little pissiness must have come through in his tone because she inched forward and kissed his cheek. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed anything. And yes, of course I would love to spend more time with you. If you still want that.”