by Alex Wolf
I pull the vibrator out and Sandra goes down on her knees in front of us. She spreads Claire’s thighs apart and strokes her fingers over her pussy. I lift up on her hips and unzip my pants. My dick springs free and I line the head up with Claire’s sweet puckered ass. Thank fuck the plug was in there all night, getting her used to this. I grab some lube and push it into her and spread it around. Her muscles all stiffen at the initial intrusion, but she relaxes almost immediately.
Sandra licks on her clit and tongues her sweet cunt taking her mind from the pressure of my cock as I ease her down onto it. Fuck it’s even tighter than the first night I claimed her pussy.
Now, all of her is mine. Nobody can ever take that away from me. Nobody.
Pushing the straps of her dress down, I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling as she grinds on my dick.
My other hand trails down her throat, loving the feel and sight of my collar.
I can feel Sandra’s fingers against my cock as I fuck Claire’s sweet ass. Sandra’s mouth is latched onto her, tonguing her clit.
It won’t be long before Claire loses it. She’s been holding it all day like a good girl. She deserves this.
My cock buries in her tight ass and she moans and pants, her eyes closed.
“Oh god, I’m so close.” She breathes out as I bounce her tight ass up and down on my dick. Sandra comes up and kisses her mouth, letting her taste her sweet arousal. It’s hot as fuck and I might blow in her ass soon.
Claire contracts and squeezes as her orgasm rocks through her. I’ve never seen her come like this before. Her arms shoot out to the side and her whole body quakes. Her ass squeezes my cock so hard I think I might faint from the euphoria.
Sandra goes back down and licks the cream from her cunt, sucking her clit into her mouth.
Never in my life would I have thought Claire would be so kinky, and that she’d be mine.
But she is.
I want to give her everything she wants.
Anything she wants.
It’s hers.
Claire
Maxwell and I are in his room at what he refers to as the club and I’m still recovering from the earth-shattering orgasm he and his friend brought me to. I’m sure they have history. It’s a history I’m not sure I want to know. Maxwell is different to say the least. But I love every second of it. He is who he is, and that’s who I want.
I don’t want him to try and change for me, and I’m so curious about all of this. Something about it just feels—right, like I should be here too.
I get to learn so much I didn’t know about Max and it only makes me want him more. He has this whole secret lifestyle nobody knows about, but it turns me on and I want more. I want to experience that again. I just don’t want to share Max with anyone else. If he’d fucked her I probably would have gotten jealous. I might have even walked out. Maybe that makes me a hypocrite, but I can’t bear the thought of him with anyone else.
I would never be with just a woman without Max. I don’t want anyone but him, but I have to admit what we just did was a lot of fun.
He hugs me to his chest and fingers the choker around my neck. “Do you know what this is?”
I shake my head.
“It’s not just a random piece of jewelry. It means you belong to me. That you’re mine. It only comes off with a special key.”
I swallow hard. I had no idea. I thought it was just a necklace to wear to the event. No wonder he took such care when he put it around my neck.
“I wanted to ask you to be my submissive, but I want more than sex with you, Claire. I want to get to know everything about you. I want to share our lives together. Opening up like this…” He sighs and then trains his eyes on mine. “It doesn’t come easy for me. But I’m willing to try for you.”
This is all happening so fast. “You’re asking a lot. This is all so…I mean, you don’t even know me. Not really. We have amazing sex but other than that…”
“I know that you make shit coffee, but I drink it anyway because you made it. I know you want to be a writer. I see you working on your manuscript in your down time at work when you think I’m busy and not watching you. Claire.” He places his index finger under my chin and tilts my head up to meet his eyes. “I’m always watching you. I can’t stop thinking about you and being with you. I know you’re worried about what’ll happen with your brother if he finds out, but if he’s a good brother he’ll want to see you happy. I’m an asshole. But, I’m a good man for you. I want to be yours the same way I want you to be mine.”
“You do?”
“Absolutely.” He pulls me into a kiss.
I break free for a second and smile. “Is my coffee really that awful?”
“It tastes like Voldemort’s asshole.” He laughs.
I swat at him. “You should’ve said something.”
“I don’t want anything but Voldemort coffee. Every fucking day.”
I nuzzle into his neck. “So, if you’re going to be my man what does that mean exactly? Will you still come here and be with other people?”
His face hardens. “Absolutely not. I don’t want anyone but you. There will only ever be you. We can come here to try different things…if you want.”
“Can I tie you up?”
A devilish grin spreads across his face. “Let’s not get carried away.” He kisses my forehead.
“Am I allowed to be with other people?”
He tenses. “Is that what you want?”
“No…but Sandra was fun. Have you guys…?”
He sighs. “A long time ago, but we’re friends. I knew you’d be comfortable with her and I wouldn’t be jealous of her because I know I’m the one you’ll go home with.”
“So we agree? No fucking other people?”
“Yes.”
“Good because if you stuck your dick in her I may have cut it off.”
His palms land on my cheeks. “I will never hurt you. But if at any time either one of us has desires, we’ll speak about them first. Always.”
“Okay.”
“Speaking of discussing things, I don’t like you living in that apartment. And I don’t want that prick anywhere near you.”
“What are you suggesting?” If he asks me to move in I may hurt him because that is moving way too fast.
“Move into the apartment next to your brother’s place. It’s closer to work…”
“And closer to you?”
“Exactly.” He rolls over top of me. “Are you mine, Claire?”
“Yes.” I let out a huge breath. “But you have to tell Jaxson.”
“Let’s not tell him yet. He has stuff going on.”
I shake my head. “Okay, but you know the longer we wait the madder he’ll be.”
He plants a kiss on my forehead. “Let me worry about that.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.” He runs his hands along my thighs and settles between them.
He licks the length of my pussy. “Fuck, I love how you taste.”
For a minute I thought he was going to say he loves me. I don’t think either of us are ready for that.
Not yet, anyway.
Maxwell
For three months Claire and I have kept our relationship a secret. I know I need to come clean to Jax. I’m sure he suspects something is going on. Everyone does. I hear the whispers at the office. There’s even a pool going on about how Jaxson will react when he finds out. It’s funny how they don’t think I know things.
The timing to tell him is never right and now with Brooke and Jenna opening up their foundation I don’t know when that time will come. I’ve enjoyed having Claire all to myself and not having to share our relationship with anyone else but I’m tired of not being able to kiss her whenever I want or hold her hand in public.
I’m tired of not having her in my bed at my apartment. Tired of sneaking off to the club to fuck my girlfriend.
This is it. I need to tell him today because I kno
w I’m in love with Claire and I want to ask her to move in with me.
She doesn’t know that I love her, but I do. I’m so damn crazy over her I can’t sleep at night unless she’s in my arms. I want to wake up and see her sweet ass naked in my bed. I want to shower with her before I go to work and see her makeup cluttering up the counters in my bathroom.
There’s nothing better in this world than her smile, except maybe her coming on my cock or my face but still. I want her with me.
My phone pings with a text.
Claire: you still going with me to the big opening?
Maxwell: On my way down.
Claire: K
God, I hate when she responds with a single letter like that. It’s a waste of a damn message. Why bother to reply at all if that’s all she’s going to send? I sigh and shake my head. I swear she does it so I’ll take her over my knee and spank her pretty little ass. I must admit it does make me hard when I see her skin glowing with my fingerprints.
When I knock on her apartment door she answers wearing nothing but a towel.
Fuck me. The towel she has wrapped around her body doesn’t cover anything. Her perfect tits are popping out of the top and her ass cheeks are hanging out the back.
I steal a look in the direction of her brother’s door.
“Don’t worry. They left hours ago. No one is around but me.” She pulls me inside by my tie.
“We’re going to be late.”
“We have time.” She yanks on my belt and unzips my pants as the towel falls to the floor. I scoop her up in my arms and place her on the kitchen counter.
“Naughty girl.”
“Yeah, I am. You’re a bad influence.” She reaches out and strokes my cock that’s now hard in her palm.
I move between her legs and she wraps them around my waist as I bend down to take a nipple in my mouth. I suck until it hardens and then do the same thing to the other.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” The words I love you hang on the tip of my tongue, but I hold them back. I’m not sure if she’s ready to hear the three words that will change our relationship. I rub my cock up against her pussy. “Look how wet my little cunt is for me.” I slap the head on her clit, and her head flings back, her gaze angled up toward the ceiling.
We’ve been having fun, but I want more. I want her to be in my life permanently. Part of me is afraid I’m fast-forwarding the relationship. Trying to go from point A to point B too fast. I’m her first and only sexual partner, other than fucking around with Sandra, but she doesn’t count. I’m the only man to ever fuck her and I want to keep it that way. I just hope I’m enough for her. That what we share is enough.
She’s close to finishing her novel and has been in contact with an agent. She has to go talk to them. The agent is in New York. There’s a big publisher interested in her story. What if she gets a big book deal that takes her away from me? I would never tell her not to pursue her dreams, but I don’t want to lose her to that either. I won’t be the guy who stands in her way, but I do love her. I love her more than I thought could be possible.
I thrust inside her, feeling at home, like we are a perfect fit. As we make love on the kitchen counter I realize that if she goes, I’ll follow her.
It would kill me to leave the firm and Dallas behind, but I would for her. I’d do anything for her.
Claire
The whole time we have been at this opening event Max has been acting strange. Nervous even. Every time I talk about New York he gets closed off and it sucks. I think he’s afraid I’m going to get a big book deal and become famous or something and leave him behind, but I won’t. Dallas is my home. Max is in Dallas. So is my brother and Jenna. When she first came back into his life I was worried, but things seem to have worked out great for them. They’re starting their life together. The one they were always meant to have, and I only hope my brother will be as accepting when he finds out that I’m with Max.
Because I love Max. I’ve been wanting to tell him for a few weeks now, but I’ve been afraid of pushing him away. I know I’m the first real relationship he’s had since his last girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.
Some people are shit, but not everyone.
With my brother off doing his special surprise he planned for Jenna, I take Max’s hand in mine. I’m tired of hiding.
“Hey.” He smiles looking down at our entwined fingers.
“Hey.” I look down at the ground.
“What is it?” Usually, Max is the most confident man I’ve ever met. But sometimes when he thinks something is wrong with me, he looks so boyish. I love that about him. I love everything about him.
“I don’t want to do the whole sneaking around thing anymore. I love you and I want everyone to know that we’re together.”
He stops and his face pales. “Wait…what did you just say?”
My heart pinches. What if I just fucked everything up? “I’m tired of sneaking around.”
“No, I got that part. The other thing.”
“That I love you.” I smile.
He yanks me into his arms and kisses me something fierce. It’s a happy kiss. My body floods with happiness.
His tongue glides along my lips as I open for him.
“I love you too.” He pulls back a little and brushes my hair behind my ear. “I’ve loved you for a while now.”
I exhale a huge sigh of relief. “Thank God it wasn’t just me.”
He grins. “There’s something else that I’ve been wanting to ask you.”
I suck in a breath. If he proposes I may be the one spanking his ass.
“Move in with me?”
I look up at him, happy and surprisingly, somewhat disappointed that he didn’t pop the question. Though, deep down I know we aren’t ready for that step.
I nod and smile. “Okay.” I kiss him again.
Then it happens.
A throat clears behind us.
We both turn slowly to see April, Brodie, Weston, and Brooke gaping.
“You owe me a hundred bucks, bitch.” Brodie punches Weston on the shoulder.
Weston stares at us, wide eyed, almost catatonic. His eyes never leaving us as he takes his wallet out and hands Brodie a hundred. I shoot them dirty looks and they all start laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Max growls.
“Brodie can be the one to break the news to Jaxson that Claire is his kryptonite pussy.”
Brooke smacks his chest. “Hey.”
“Hey what? It’s true.” Weston shoots me a wink.
“I don’t think I like any of you.” I’m halfway joking and trying not to laugh at how awkward this is.
“As long as you still like me.” Max kisses me again.
“Okay that’s enough of that.” Brodie pulls Max away from me just as my brother and Jenna come from the barn.
They’re all smiles.
I don’t even want to know what they were just doing in there. Jenna has straw in her hair.
“Good, you’re all here.” Jax straightens up in front of us.
“I said yes!” Jenna squeals and holds out her ring finger.
Max gets this mischievous look on his face, like he’s up to something. He walks up to Jaxson with me next to him. “Congratulations, man. I’m really happy for you. And speaking of being happy. I hope you’ll be happy for us too.” Max pulls me to his side. “Claire and I are moving in together.”
Jax’s eyes get big as hell, and Brodie and Weston are covering their mouths trying not to lose it.
Jenna winks at me. I may have told her about me and Max like two months ago. I needed someone to confide in and I knew she’d never rat me out.
Jax’s face turns red and glares at the two of us quietly for so long I’m afraid he is in shock.
Jenna squeezes his hand. “Honey, you’re worrying me. You love Max. They’ll be neighbors and we can all hang out.”
“Fucking wonderful, babe.” His jaw flexes, but it’s obvious he’s trying to hold it together.
Jaxson takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose.
He finally shakes his head and turns to Max. “If she’s happy, fine.” He takes another deep breath. “If she comes to me crying over your sorry ass I will...”
Max slaps a hand on Jaxson’s shoulder. “You’ll try.” He grins.
Jax doesn’t grin back.
“Take it easy, man. I love her. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“Yeah. She’s his kryptonite pussy.” Brodie laughs. Jaxson pops him in the nuts like they’re all back in their college days.
Brodie bends over at the waist, nearly hyperventilating.
Weston points at him and laughs until Brooke smacks him in the chest.
“Damn. Fucking hell.” Brodie stares up at Jaxson, half-laughing, half in pain.
“That’s my sister! Stop talking about her pu…” He takes a deep breath. “Can we all just get on with our day now?”
“Sorry, man.” Brodie grins at me and Max, and all I can do is shake my head.
Even grown men will act like boys sometimes.
“So, did Max buy you that pretty necklace you’re always wearing?” Brooke traces a finger over my heart pendant.
“Yeah, he did.” I smile.
“It looks so expensive. Reminds me of a fancy cat or dog collar though.”
My cheeks heat and the guys go silent.
“You put a collar on my sister?” Jax pushes at Max, and Weston and Brodie get between them.
“Jax, will you just stop. Max and I are adults. What we do behind closed doors is between us. I’m not a kid.”
He nods and runs his hands through his hair, seething for a few seconds. “I know.” He gives me a hug and kisses the top of my head then he shakes Max’s hand reluctantly. “You better take care of her.”
“I promise, man. I love her.”
Epilogue
Maxwell
It’s been two years since I made the greatest choice in my life and asked Claire to move in with me. Now here in Hawaii on our annual family group vacation, I plan on surprising her with the wedding of her dreams. The guys and their wives are all in on it.
