“Every Thursday? So that means you’ll be out there this Thursday,” Kurt said. It was more of him voicing his thoughts out loud than actually telling Claire.
But she answered anyway. “Right,” she told him. “But I typically end up getting home earlier on those days than when I’m here at the deli.”
“Would you mind if I go with you on Thursday? I’d like to stop by the town while you’re working.”
“No problem!” Claire said with a grin. Kurt could see a plan forming in her mind as she put her sandwich down. She narrowed her eyes and looked at him a bit suggestively. “Then I can make you some dinner when we get back,” she told him in that same subtle, sultry voice that had driven him crazy the other night.
Kurt gulped down the bite of sandwich he had been chewing and nodded. He couldn’t help it– when he thought of being over at her house again his mind immediately recalled what had happened between them the last time. It wasn’t that he was assuming the same thing would happen again or even lead to more, but he also couldn’t ignore what had actually gone down between the two of them the last time she had invited him over.
He remembered the way he had told her he wanted to taste her food and felt a stir in his pants again. He hastily picked up his sandwich and took another large bite to try distracting his mind from any more dirty thoughts.
“Sounds good,” he finally told her.
Chapter Seven
Thursday came quickly and Kurt had managed to get in touch with a couple old friends from the town over to meet for coffee while Claire was at work. So after they parked in front of the restaurant and unexpectedly kissed goodbye, he started strolling around the downtown area until it was time to meet with them at the local coffee shop that had been around for years. It had been a long time since he set foot in the place so he couldn’t be sure of what all had changed; all he knew was that it didn’t look exactly the same as he remembered it. He saw Charlie and Boyd sitting at a table waiting for him and the two immediately stood up when he walked in.
They bounded up to him and thumped him on the back as a greeting. Boyd went ahead and took his coffee order and then the three of them went back to the table to chat. They had a ton of questions about the Army, from why he had decided to join right down to what his daily life was like. They were seemingly fascinated by what Kurt did and it didn’t hurt he took great pride in it, so he told every detail with great enthusiasm.
He found out Boyd was married to his high school sweetheart for three years now. Charlie was thinking about asking his girlfriend of five years to marry him some time soon. They were both in construction and worked together. It seemed they had their life pretty settled in the town and looked to be at least decently happy with it.
They finished up and threw their cups in the trash. “So what are you doing after this?” Boyd asked as they walked out of the coffee shop. They had to get back to work.
“I’ll just be wandering around town a while and then heading back with Claire,” he said without much thought. It wasn’t until the two men made a little humming sound that he turned to look at them and then realized they might had thought something was up between them. They wouldn’t have been far off base to think that.
“Claire, huh? Claire Collins?” Kurt nodded and Boyd hid a snicker behind his hand. “She’s a real looker, that one. Don’t blame you for hangin’ around her, old boy.”
Kurt felt a twinge of annoyance over the way he was talking about Claire and he had to wonder if that was the norm around these parts. Sure, she was a knockout, but there was so much more to her. Charlie punched Boyd on the arm and said, “They’re old friend from high school.”
Kurt cleared his throat, “Right.”
The men said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, Kurt making the mental note that Boyd was more of the oaf typical to these parts than he had been when they were younger. He had wanted to straighten him out, but Charlie saved the day.
He continued his walk around the town until he reached the little pond that was right next to the town’s biggest park. He sat on a bench and watched the ducks either waddle around like crazy or just sit around lazily. It was a relaxing environment and he found his eyes slowly shutting. Not wanting to actually fall asleep on a bench out in public, he pulled out his phone to send a buddy of his from the Army a message.
It was actually a friend he made during his first couple years as a recruit but then the guy had been relocated and they hadn’t seen each other since. But even in those first two years they had formed a pretty solid friendship so they had kept in touch. He was, incidentally, the only one who knew about Claire. He knew her as “the pretty girl from high school that drove Kurt bonkers”. He figured it would be fun to catch Chuck up on the current events with Claire.
It was finally time for him to head back to pick her up. When he pulled up to the restaurant Claire was already waiting outside. He gazed at her for a moment, admiring how she looked before letting her know he was there. She was busy looking at something on her phone so he let his eyes wander over her from head to toe. Today she wore her hair in a high ponytail and a pair of simple silver stud earrings. She wore a tight black top layered with a fitted orange blazer, dark jeans that were tight and fit her legs well, and pair of black suede wedges. She looked damn good and he cleared his throat as he thought about the fact they were now going to head back to her house together.
Kurt got out of the car and when the door slammed shut, she looked up from her phone. She looked a bit startled at first, but when her eyes landed on Kurt she smiled. She slipped her phone into her purse and walked up to him.
“How was your day?” she asked as she stretched up to give him a peck on the cheek.
For a moment it felt like they were an actual couple and Kurt wasn’t about to question it. He liked it. She was sweet and fun and everything he had always imagined her to be. She was the same wonderful Claire he had known with a few more great characteristics thrown in now that she was a young woman rather than a teenage girl. He slid his palm down her arm to grab her hand and walk to the car together. He told her about hanging out with Boyd and Charlie, conveniently leaving out Boyd’s distasteful little comment, and then about how he had just wandered about town.
They drove off back to town as she told him all about her day. Her job seemed interesting enough but, more than anything, he just really enjoyed listening to her talk. “Do you need anything from the store?” he asked as they drove into the town’s square.
“No,” she told him, “I’m totally prepared.” She turned to glare at him playfully as if he had morally offended her by implying she wasn’t completely prepared. She then reached out and placed her hand on his leg, right by his knee, and continued to talk like she had been before. His mind, meanwhile, was focusing a little too hard on the placement of her hand.
The closer they got to her house, the higher up her hand crept. By the time he pulled into her driveway her hand was all the way up on his legs, resting dangerously close between his thighs. Lightly, she brushed over his bulge as she removed her hand to unbuckle her seat belt and gave him a little wink. Kurt stared at her until she was already unlocking the front door and then shook out of his hypnotized gaze before getting out of the car. It was definitely on. After her little gesture in the car there was no doubt in his mind.
What he had been foolish to think was that he would be able to wait until after dinner to get close to her. Claire took off her blazer and hung it on one of the hooks by the door before walking to the kitchen, hips swaying sexily. Kurt followed her and saw she had all the stuff she needed neatly laid out, save for anything that needed to be refrigerated. As she stood in front of the counter double-checking everything was in order.
Kurt walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck. She leaned into it right away as he pulled her body closer to his so her back was pressed up against his front and he started grinding his hips against her firm butt. Claire made a little ‘mmm
’ sound and urged him on even more.
Kurt slipped his hands under the hem of her shirt and grazed his fingertips over the smooth flesh of her stomach, his lips fixed to her neck. Slowly, he started moving his hands up until they were resting just below her breasts. He was still grinding his hips against her ass only now he knew she could feel his noticeable hardness pressing up against her as well. Claire pushed her ass back into him before he grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around to kiss her passionately.
He pushed her until she was pressed up against the counter, trapped between it and his body. Her breath stilled as he slipped one of his hands under the hem of her shirt again and ran it right up until he was just below the cub of her bra. His thumb over the smooth fabric of her bra and kissed her even more intensely than he already was. Finally, they broke apart from the kiss and inhaled loudly, eyes locked onto each other. Her pupils were wide open and he chest was heaving. He could sense she had been aroused more quickly than last time, just like him. It was as if they both knew this was coming but, for some reason, neither of them had expected it to happen first thing when they got to her house.
Claire was just too irresistible and Kurt never held back on going after what he wanted; at least he didn’t hold back anymore. He had learned from the past that not going after what you wants leads to disappointment and regret.
After she gave him clear signals she wanted to go further, he saw no reason to hold back. He took the opportunity to pull her shirt up and slip it off her body, dropping it on the kitchen’s floor. He saw her eyes dart down to the shirt, but he distracted her with a kiss. Then he pulled back and admired the way the black bra looked on her before reaching around for the clasp.
It was just as he was about to pop open her bra that he looked deep into her eyes, “Claire.” She looked at him and he could tell she was aware he was about to say something serious. “You know I have to go back at the end of next week, right?”
“Right,” she whispered. She leaned in a mere centimeter from his lips. “So let’s just make the most of the time we do have.”
That was all it took for Kurt to bridge the gap with a passionate kiss as he popped her bra open. He stopped only to shove it off her and immediately dipped his head down to kiss each of her breasts before tracing his tongue along her nipples. He kissed her again and ran his hand straight down her stomach to unbutton and unzip her jeans, not wasting even a second before slipping his hand under the waistband of her panties.
Claire squealed in delight when he ran a finger along her slit. He smiled when he felt she was already wet for him. He eagerly pushed his finger inside and she broke the kiss with a moan. In no time at all, he had her panting and moaning against his shoulder as he pleasured her. When he pushed a second finger inside and started pressing his thumb against her clit, Claire started thrusting her hips against his hand until her body tensed up and she tumbled over the edge.
When she collapsed against him, he took the opportunity to sweep her up and carry her upstairs to the bed. There, he finished taking off her pants and underwear so she was left completely naked. He made quick work of taking off all his clothes, ready to finally be inside her. As he walked toward the bed he stopped before climbing on. There was something else he really wanted first. He reached out and grabbed her wrist to pull her forward. His action was a bit rough but she didn’t seem to mind. He gave her a moment to get settled and then placed his hand at the back of her head.
“Blow me,” he told her in a low voice that demanded attention.
Claire looked up at him and then down at his hard cock, which was right in front of her face. She nodded and licked her lips before opening her mouth and taking his entire length down to the hilt. Her head eased back and forth and eventually he made use of her ponytail by grabbing onto it and controlling the pace. He could feel her tongue pressing up flat against his cock as he rocked it in and out of her mouth.
He pulled it out completely, “Ready?” He asked.
Claire quickly nodded. He finally pulled out of her mouth and pushed her onto her back. He climbed on the bed over top her and kissed her deeply.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in her ear before kissing her neck. He instinctively started pushing his hips forward and groaned when the head of his shaft rubbed against her wet slit. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as she let out a heavy whimper. He continued to push the head of his cock against her and then moved it up to push against her clit until she was moaning with loud panting breath.
“Fuck me,” she finally pleaded between her heavy breaths.
Kurt didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed the base of his shaft and pushed the entire length into her. Immediately, she arched her back and cried out in pure pleasure. He started thrusting at a moderate pace, holding onto her waist with one hand He placed his other hand flat on the bed for balance as he continued thrusting in and out, enjoying every heavy moan that fell from her lips. He looked at her face, scrunched up in pleasure and covered with a light layer of sweat. He could hardly believe it. He was actually looking at Claire, Claradeene Collins, while having sex with her. It was actually happening.
It was that very thought that forced him to thrust faster. He readjusted his body so that he was resting on his knees and holding onto her hips with both hands. He watched her breasts bounce as his hips smacked against her hard and fast. She was gripping the bed sheets, but he wanted her to grip them so hard her knuckles turned white. He lifted her ass onto his thighs and adjusted his angle so that when he pushed his whole length back into her, he went deep and hard. Claire cried out as he continued to thrust in deep. Her knuckles turned white as the bed sheets crumbled in her fist.
Kurt smiled with satisfaction.
He let go of one of her hips in favor of freeing up his hand to pleasure with her clit. That was enough to get her writhing like an earthquake underneath him and it wasn’t long before her muscles tensed up again. He felt her body tighten around his cock as she reached her second orgasm. He didn’t hold back. He took the opportunity to hold onto her waist and start pounding her faster, harder. It only took another moment for him to topple over the edge with her. He clenched his eyes and everything was pure bliss. He felt his hips instinctively jerk forward as he orgasmed. When he was finally done, he opened his eyes to see Claire lying on the bed with her eyes open, chest heaving with short breathes.
Claire was watching him as he came inside her all while still struggling to catch her breath. He pulled out and rolled over to his side, looking up at the ceiling and panting. It was real. He had really just had sex with her. He had brought her to orgasm twice before finishing himself. This wasn’t one of his fantasies from his teen years, not that any of those had ever been this involved. No, this was real in every single way. After a few minutes they were both finally breathing normally again and coming down from their pleasure highs. Kurt turned to his side to face her and admired her beauty.
He reached out and placed his hand flat on her tight stomach. Her skin was incredibly smooth. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to one of her nipples before kissing her on the lips. It was a long, lazy kiss. They both wanted it but there wasn’t enough energy to commit. Finally, he pulled back and saw immense satisfaction in her eyes, something he imagined she could see in his.
“Wow,” Claire breathed out before shutting her eyes. “I think I need a little nap before I make you that dinner.”
“Mhm,” he responded with his lips against her cheek.
“Sounds good,” he said before rolling onto his back.
The next feeling washed over him like nothing ever had before as he stared at Claire by his side. It was a pivotal moment that changed something deep inside of him. All his life he wanted to leave his hometown behind. He always strove to be independent and adventurous. And in many ways that helped him become the man that he was.
But there was something about Claire that made that life less appealing now. For a moment he thought the sma
ll hometown life wouldn’t be so bad; not if it meant he could be with her.
As his mind raced with a million emotions his eyes traced over her face and a smile crept along his lips. Claire’s eyes lit up as she smiled back at him.
He knew what he wanted in life; he wanted her.
He had always wanted her.
Chapter One
Alyssa’s long blond hair flowed freely in the wind as she pedaled her bike faster and faster. She wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere or trying to get away from someone; she was on her Saturday morning bike ride and her hair tie had just snapped.
Luckily, she was pedaling downwind so her hair whipped about behind her rather than cutting across her face. She was nearing the end of her ride around the park’s bike track so she pedaled at her fastest before slowing down gradually. A couple minutes later she casually rode out of the park toward the parking lot to secure her bike on the back of her mini-SUV.
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