Claimed (The Circulate Series)

by K. R. Smith

  Then it hit! The orgasm ballooned upwards, through my torso. My body froze, as I tried to hold on to it for as long as possible. His hand held my hip as his other went in and out of my groin, moving with the wetness.

  He ducked his head to take my right nipple into his mouth. He gently chewed on it with his sharp teeth, which made me a little uneasy. It seemed unusual that they were so sharp. His eyes were closed, as I heard his breathing turn faster and faster, like panting. He seemed to gratify himself, by running his nose over my skin, before kissing it and touching over and over again. I think I heard a growl escape, too?

  When is this guy going to just have me? What’s his game? I’ve never had foreplay go for so long, isn’t he excited enough yet?

  “Flint -” I started to speak, as I was going to offer to go down on him, but the words stuck in my throat.

  When he looked back, his eyes were glowing! His brown eyes were glowing some kind of bluish colour, or maybe it was turquoise? No, no, I must be imagining it… No, wait! He just looked up at me again and his brown eyes are definitely glowing turquoise.

  C’mon Jess, don’t be ridiculous! People’s eyes don’t change colours, nor do they glow! His dark eyes must be reflecting some kind of light in the room. Yeah…that’s it.

  Flint continued to make growling noises, as his mouth ‘mauled’ my torso, whilst his large hand kept touching and then touching some more. I felt his sharp teeth scrape over my left nipple, before his warm, wet tongue soothed the sting. I gasped, as my head went back into the pillow. I think I’m going to come again!

  This guy seemed to be getting off, on making me come! His growls confirmed this, as the wetter I became or the louder I moaned, he would follow it with a growl. I had to admit, this was the most ‘different’ kind of sex I’d ever had, although it certainly wasn’t the worst.

  As the orgasm grew, I felt my abdominal muscles expand and contract, as I felt one of his fingers push into me, as his other massaged my clit. Shit, this guy was good at this! No wonder he’s unmarried, why settle down when he can be doing this with whomever and whenever?

  My pleasure climbed higher, as I felt my body open itself up inside and out, when Flint gave a huge push. He thrust himself all the way inside, in a single heave. I cried out, as I clung onto his back at his oh so perfectly timed manoeuvre. He moved quickly, and so fast and hard, he was well and truly riding me, as I was well and truly riding the wave of ecstasy, which hadn’t come crashing down yet.

  The bed was shaking hard from how forcefully he was moving. He pushed and pulled at my body, which in turn heightened my already escalating pleasure. Flint seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was, when he lost control and I felt a sharp pain in my left breast, where he had bitten too hard!

  My mouth opened in a cry of pain but it sounded like a cry of pleasure… then I realized it was because I was feeling so much of both. How was he doing this? How was he pushing at the right speed, the right angle, and doing the right moves, to make my orgasm go on and on…?

  Finally, the orgasm completely pushed me over the brink of ecstasy, like it was a cliff with a watery ending to fall into… as Flint came right after me.

  It truly felt like landing in a pool of water from how excited he became and came. But I didn’t care, I was on the pill. He could come all he wants and I would be safe.

  Eventually, his face left my breasts which he’d been worshipping; as he kissed his way up my neck, over my jaw line and back to my mouth. All I could do was just lie there, in happy exhaustion, but this guy still seemed to have so much energy! Maybe it’s why his muscles are so huge? I recalled he worked in the construction business, so that could be why. His dark eyes peered into mine, as he kissed me softly, over and over.

  “You’re hungry, it’s why you feel weak,” he spoke with his deep voice. “You wanted to order room service, didn’t you?”

  What is this guy, a telepath? I snuggled against his huge, warm body, which he seemed to appreciate. He held me closely against his larger form.

  “Dinner in bed?” I offered.

  “Sounds good,” he smiled back.

  I rolled away to grab the hotel booklet off the bedside table which had the menu inside, but then I didn’t have to roll back. Flint moved up behind, so his warm skin was pressing against mine. My body drank up his greater body heat, which he was more than happy to provide. He nuzzled my neck, as I proceeded to flick through the room service guide.

  “Lets order a bottle of wine,” I sighed romantically.

  “I don’t drink wine,” he chuckled.

  “Never?” I turned to look into his eyes.

  “Nope,” he replied then he reminded, “I drink anything but alcohol.”

  “Then what else do you feel like…?”

  “A glass of milk.”

  “What?” I cracked up laughing.

  “I like to drink milk with my meal,” he smilingly shrugged.

  “Actually, that does sound good,” I mused, “with a red meat dish?”

  “A rare steak with a gravy or sauce?” He caught onto my thinking.

  “Mmm… sounds good.” I went along. “Like Steak Diane with mash potato?”

  “It does sound good,” he chewed on my ear.

  “Man, your teeth are sharp.” I remarked, uneasily.

  Immediately, he stopped; “did I hurt you?”

  “No, but I’m just not used to it.” I admitted.

  As if to see I really was alright, he angled my face towards him to examine it.

  “I’m OK,” I reassured, “it’s just that…”

  “Yes?”

  “…it’s just that you’re the most different kind of man, I’ve ever been with.” I confessed, as I shyly looked down.

  I felt silly, like I was a girl losing her virginity for the first time, instead of a 29 year old woman.

  “But you like it, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I admitted, but I couldn’t meet his gaze.

  He moved his face closer, so our eyes could meet. Then as he held them, he slowly kissed me with his sharp teeth, lightly grazing my lips. I liked it, as I found myself returning to my back and pulling him over me.

  Shit he can kiss, and he smells so good, as well as feels so good! Is this guy real, or am I dreaming the whole thing? I placed my hand on his wide chest to feel his strong heart beat, to fight off the surreal ness of this scenario.

  Flint put his hand over my heart too, when he frowned; “your heart is racing and your blood sugar is low again, we should eat.”

  “Do you know First Aid or something?”

  “No.”

  “Then how do you know all of this?” I wondered.

  “By sight, smell, touch…” he ran his nose down my cheek, to my neck where he nuzzled into it, “…and taste.”

  My arms tightened about him, as I dropped the menu and forgot all about food.

  But he stopped himself when he decided; “first we eat, then we continue with the evening’s entertainment.”

  I couldn’t stop tittering, which probably made me sound like a chipmunk to the poor hotel employee I spoke to, when I ordered our food.

  *****

  The time on the clock radio, which sat on the bedside table, read as 8.33 AM.

  My flight was in an hour and a half. One side of my brain was singing, ‘miss it and stay with Flint’; as the other retorted in a responsible tone, ‘you have a meeting with the company’s top clients tomorrow morning, they’re depending on you.’ As usual, the boring side won.

  I’d just come out of the shower and silently dressed, careful not to disturb my overnight guest.

  I smiled to myself, as I looked down on his sleeping form. He was so tall, his feet were hanging over the end of the bed. I looked over his bronzed, muscled body with the sheet lying carelessly, over his waist. His long, dark hair was perfectly contrasted against the white cotton.

  He must be exhausted, we’d been up until 4 AM doing things to each other, which could now make me blush. I gu
ess that was the beauty of a one-night-stand; you could experiment and do things you’d always wanted to try without worrying about seeing the person again. It was a pity in this instance, as I could imagine seeing Flint again and again.

  Flashbacks ran through my mind, of the previous night’s events. The way he seemed to take control and move me into whatever position he liked; normally I’d say no to, however last night I felt ‘safe’ enough to try. I just went with the flow and man, was I rewarded for it! I can’t recall ever coming so much in my life! It was like my body completely opened itself, inside out for this guy.

  But now I was showered, changed and packed. I’d done this so silently, he didn’t even stir. I started to write my name and contact details on the hotel stationery by the phone, when I changed my mind. Instead, I put the piece of paper in my pocket.

  No Jess, just leave things as they are. Why spoil a naughty night of fun, with the obligatory ‘I’ll call you’? Maybe he won’t call, I mean why should he try to keep in contact? You’re not from Alaska, you’re all the way in Seattle!

  I sighed in defeat, as I stood there, looking over his large, masculine form. I couldn’t help but to smile, at the nice memory of him. Nup, lets just leave last night as that, without complicating it with reality.

  Quiet as a mouse, I picked up my belongings and departed the room.

  On my way out of the hotel, I settled the bill for the accommodation and room service. When Flint wakes up, there’ll be nothing for him to pay. It was the least I could do for the guy, after driving four hours for me.

  With one last look of longing towards the elevator, I climbed into the awaiting cab, for the ride to the airport. As it pulled out onto the busy road, I felt this weird, physical pull, to return to him. But I shrugged it off, as I took my ticket out of my personal organizer and looked straight ahead.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  24th August 1999

  “Jess, you’re a mess!” Chris said frustrated, down the phone.

  “I know,” I whined, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  I was simultaneously talking to my best friend, whilst preparing my nightly glass of wine with dinner.

  Using my head to balance the handset on my shoulder, I moved around my small kitchen. I poured the glass of wine first, before pulling a frozen TV dinner, out of the freezer. I struggled to even take the meal out of the box, because my hands were shaking so much!

  “What is with my body lately?” I complained. “Since I got back from Alaska, my hands have been shaking non-stop! Sometimes at night, my whole body trembles.”

  “It’s been that bad, for the past three days?” My best friend asked in concern.

  “Yeah.”

  “How are your sugar levels?” Chris wondered if it was my diabetes.

  “Weird, my levels are either a little high or a little low. They won’t plateau in the healthy range, they’re all over the place.”

  “Have you gone to see the doctor?”

  “No, I haven’t had the time.” I sighed. “I’ve had so many important meetings and presentations, the last couple of days.”

  “Jess, this is your diabetes! You can’t just ignore it and hope it goes away.” She sounded disapproving.

  “I know,” I moaned, “but that method worked on Steve, didn’t it?”

  She laughed aloud before she asked, “you still haven’t heard from the guy?”

  “Nope.”

  “Well if you ever do, I hope you give him an earful! Just stranding you in Alaska like that!”

  “He didn’t STRAND me, in fact I ditched him,” I said smugly.

  “Yeah, for the tall, dark, handsome stranger named ‘Flint Riverclaw’. Man, you can’t come up with a more rugged, frontier name than that.” Chris sounded like a radio announcer, making me laugh.

  “No you can’t.”

  Then she said vehemently, “but Steve still STRANDED you, because he made you feel it was safer trusting a complete stranger for a ride, than him.”

  “Yeah I guess.” I paused before I smiled to myself. “But it all worked out in the end, didn’t it?”

  “Are you wearing that ‘cat that stole the cream’ grin again, whilst you’re thinking about Mr. ‘Tall-Dark-and-Handsome’, in your hotel room?” She asked knowingly.

  “Yep.”

  “Maybe you should contact him.”

  “I wish!”

  “I’m serious, Jess.” She needled. “Give him a call.”

  “And say what, ‘let’s have a long distance relationship’?” I sung sarcastically. “Come off it, Chris! The man lives in the middle of nowhere, in a state far, far away.”

  “Don’t be such a pessimist, maybe he has fond memories of you too?”

  “Even if he did, what’s it going to prove?” I asked grouchily. “What are we going to do; fly to see the other, a couple of times a year?”

  “It sounds like the sex would be worth it.”

  “Yeah, it would be worth it.” I sighed wistfully, whilst staring at the cardboard box, my dinner came in. “Besides, I don’t know how to contact him again.”

  “How small was the small town, he came from? Call the bar where you met, and ask the bartender who seemed nice, if you could get this guy’s contact details? Or even leave the bartender with yours, to pass on to Flint.” She planned.

  “Hmm,” I frowned as I leant back on my kitchen bench, to think about it. “But I don’t remember the name of the bar.”

  “You said there was just one bar, right?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Then use the directory assistance website, to look up bars or the said bar, in Alma.” She said chirpily. “It shouldn’t be too hard to find.”

  “I don’t know, Chris.” I sighed again. “Maybe it would come across as stalker behaviour, and turn the guy off? Maybe I should just move on.”

  Then I hesitated, as I looked down at my trembling hands.

  My voice dropped, “but you wanna know something funny? I partly think that my shakiness is because of him.”

  “Huh?” Chris sounded stumped. “Like how?”

  “The shakiness gets worse at night, when I’m lying in bed and thinking of him…” my voice trailed off then I laughed nervously. “Sounds stupid, huh?”

  “It sounds like your body is missing the great sex, which you haven’t had in so long.” She said cheekily. “Out of ten, what would you rate Flint?”

  “Ten out of ten.”

  “And Steve?”

  “Five out of ten.”

  “And Josh, whom you dated before Steve?”

  “Four out of ten.”

  “Then what the hell are you waiting for, woman? Call Flint right now and set up another date! Fly to Alaska and meet him for dirty weekends!” She practically shouted over the phone.

  “Chris, times like this remind me, why you’re my best friend.” I giggled.

  “Yeah well, out of the two of us; one of us needs to get lucky, so we can talk about it in full detail for the other person’s benefit.” She muttered.

  “Chris, you would get lucky more often, if you deliberately didn’t scare away the guys. As soon as you start talking about your self defence classes, as well as your evening lectures on feminism, you attend at College? The guy wonders if you’re about to break him.”

  “Ha!” She scoffed. “They’re all weaklings, anyways. I can’t find a man strong enough to handle me! I really need to find myself a Klingon.”

  She referred back to her other hobby which was aside from talking about sex, was watching Star Trek.

  “Tell me about Klingon sex again?” I tittered.

  “If you break your collar bone on the wedding night, it’s good luck for the marriage.” She recited. “Man, I really need to find myself a Klingon and you need to call this Flint Riverclaw.”

  “Yeah but Chris, what do I say?” I asked nervously.

  Just then my Persian Blue, jumped up onto the kitchen bench to sniff at the frozen food. I reached out to tickle
under Fritz’s chin, as he purred loudly. He even raised his head higher, to encourage me to rub for longer.

  “Why can’t men be like Fritz here?” I bemoaned. “He’s straight forward with what he wants.”

  “If men were like cats, they’d be harder to get along with. Nah, you need to find a man who’s like a dog. They’re more loyal.” She disagreed.

  This made me pause, as it reminded me of the person I was missing.

  “You know, Flint talked about dogs, or more like wolves and foxes.” I told her. “Did you know that they mate for life?”

  “No, I didn’t know that.” She said thoughtfully. “Maybe that’s why I like dogs so much. If you could marry a dog, you wouldn’t have to worry about divorce.”

  “I don’t think Flint went to College, but he had life experience.” I reminisced, as I tickled Fritz’s ears, and he appreciatively rubbed against my hand.

  “Would you please just bite the bullet, and call this guy?” She pretended to sound cross.

  “But what if he doesn’t want to drive four hours to Anchorage, to see me when I fly up, to see him?” I moaned. “What if he never wants to see me again?”

  Out of the blue, Fritz pulled back from my hand and hissed at the front door! Then he jumped off the kitchen bench and bolted into the bedroom. He scrambled across my small apartment within two seconds flat.

  I wondered aloud, “what the hell is wrong with that cat?”

  “Was that Fritz just then?” She queried.

  Next, I heard from my front door, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

  “Hang on, there’s someone at the door.” I told her. “I’ll call you back.”

  “Actually don’t.” She yawned. “I’m pretty tired, I ran a training group today. I’ll call you tomorrow instead.”

  “OK, bye.” I hung up.

  KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

  Whoever it was, were pretty demanding, with how hard they hit the door. I walked up and instead of looking through the peep hole, I simply opened it. However as soon as I did, my eyes bulged and my jaw practically dropped to the floor.