Without Claire: The Hastings Brothers Series

by Mallory Funk

  She nods her head lightly. “Words baby, I need to hear you say it, so I know it’s what you want.”

  She hesitates for a moment. “Yes, Sam I want you to,” she says, and there’s a shy look on her face like she should be embarrassed for wanting it.

  I lean down kissing her hard on the mouth. My finger is still playing with her pussy. I slowly kiss down her body. I cannot wait to get a taste of her.

  I know she’s trying her hardest to be confident because she doesn’t know how beautiful she really is. I put my body between her legs.

  I start kissing her thighs making my way closer to her center. I use my fingers to part her lips slightly. I give her clit a slow lick of my tongue. Her hips buck off the bed the second my tongue touches her clit. I put my arm across her hips to help keep her in place. I want her to feel as much pleasure as I am giving her.

  I start moving my tongue on her clit switching from flicking it to licking it slowly. I drag my tongue down to her center slowly putting it inside her. I can’t help the groan that escapes me when I finally put my tongue inside of her. I look up and she is moving her head from side to side. I don’t think she is even aware of how loud she is moaning. The noises she’s making is almost enough to make me blow my load.

  I go back to her clit, sucking it in my mouth while I take my hand that’s not holding her down, and slide a finger into her pussy. If it’s possible, she moans even louder. Her pussy starts clenching around my finger, and I know she is about to let go. I make my movements faster to help bring her there. I drag my finger inside on the spot that makes her bucks her hips like crazy, and that’s when she lets go. I keep going throughout her orgasm. I slowly stop once her orgasm seems to subside. When she is finally a lump looking ready to pass out any second on me, I crawl back up her body and kiss her softly. She doesn’t complain, so I know that she doesn’t mind the taste of me on her lips.

  When I pull back looking down at her, she smiles at me. “That was fucking beautiful, baby,” I tell her.

  “Wow,” is all she can manage to say.

  I move so that I am lying on my back beside her, and she rests her head on my chest lazily tracing my abs. I notice that she does that a lot. It is mostly when she is lost in thought.

  When she travels her hand down to grab me through my boxers, I can’t help but tell her that she doesn’t have to. I really fucking want her to, but I want her to know that I’m not expecting her to.

  “Baby, you don’t have to. That’s not why I did it,” I tell her putting my hand over hers.

  “I know, Sam. You’re not like that with me. I want to. You might have to instruct me on what to do though since I’ve never done this before.”

  I swear I fucking harden more hearing those words from her mouth. You can call me a hypocrite all you want, but I fucking love that she hasn’t given a guy head before.

  She lifts her head up and kisses me. I let go of her hand, and she starts to stroke me through my boxers. She gets up on her knees by my waist, and reaches to take my boxers off. She pulls them all the way down my legs, and tosses them on the floor beside her panties.

  She strokes me gently at first, and then she tightens her grip. I have let her explore so much throughout this last month that she has already gotten the hang of everything that I like.

  I’m about to tell her that I won’t last long when she leans down flicking the tip of my penis with her tongue. I hiss out a breath. She looks up at me while she licks me from root to tip, and then puts as much of me as she can into her mouth. Holy fuck. The sight of her with my cock in her mouth is enough to set me off. She’s sliding her tongue along my cock while she starts sucking. One of her hands is on the base stroking it. She uses her other hand to cup my balls, and gives them a tug. I’m trying so fucking hard to stop myself from blowing. She knows what I like without me even having to tell her. She has a steady rhythm going. She starts sucking me harder and faster.

  “Fuck, baby. Y-you got to s-stop, I’m going to come.” I try to grab her off of me, but she shakes her head with my dick in her mouth. Right before I am about to come, she takes me deeper than she has before and sucks hard. I swear that I see fucking stars. I fucking come down her throat, and I come hard. She’s swallows it like a fucking champ. Once I stop coming, she licks the rest of me clean like she doesn’t want to waste a drop.

  She goes to lay her head back on my chest, but I grab her and kiss her hard. She may have never done that, but that was the best fucking head I have ever had.

  “Holy fuck, baby. Are you sure you have never done that?” I ask her breathless and panting.

  “I’m sure. I did good then?” she asks me shyly.

  “Fuck yes, baby. That was the best blow job I have ever gotten.”

  She smiles proudly at me, and I can’t help but smile back.

  I kiss the tip of her nose. “Let’s go to sleep, baby,” I say softly. She nods her head, places it on my chest, and tangles our legs together.

  “Good night, Sam.”

  “Good night, Claire.”

  We both fall asleep as soon as I turn out the lights. I always sleep like a rock when Claire is in my arms.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Claire

  The next morning when I wake up, I have a smile on my face. I can’t believe that I actually did that, and swallowed! I’m glad that I was brave enough to take it to the next step. I was scared that he wouldn’t like what I did, but I could tell that he did like it by how hard he came. He is still sleeping soundly. My back is to his front, and I realize that we both went to bed naked. It’s weird to think of at first; to just sleep naked with a man, but Sam makes me feel so beautiful and desired that I never question how much he wants me, or if he wants me.

  I decide to wake up. Usually once I wake up, I can’t go back to sleep, but seeing as I didn’t have any nightmares or wake up at all in the night, I feel well rested.

  I get up and grab one of Sam’s shirts, a pair of jean shorts, my bra, and panties. I go and have a shower. Once I am done in the shower and have my teeth brushed, I check on Sam. He is still sound asleep. The sheet is down to his waist. He has one arm over his eyes, and the other resting on his stomach. I can’t help but sigh. He’s so fucking hot, and he’s mine.

  I head to Paige’s house for some coffee. I can’t help but shake my head. All of the coffee machines are over there. I don’t think I will ever get over that. When I am at the bottom of the stairs, I hear a noise in the kitchen. I decide to go check it out once I hear some mumbling. I see Cole looking through the fridge, and all the cupboards, looking for something to eat. I hear that he can’t cook anything no matter who has tried to teach him. The poor guy. I decide to give it a shot since I don’t have anything planned today.

  “Morning Cole, whatcha doing?” I ask as I enter the room. He turns around fast with a hand on his chest and wide eyes.

  “Holy fuck, Claire, you scared me,” he says on a pant. I can’t help but laugh. I didn’t even think that I was sneaking up on him, so it was really a bonus.

  “I want something sweet, but everything in here you have to cook or bake, and I fucking can’t cook anything!” he says throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

  “I hear that everyone has tried to teach you, so I was wondering if you would let me give it a shot,” I ask with the sweetest smile I can manage.

  Cole stares at me for a minute, and I put my bottom lip out giving him my best puppy dog eyes. He blows out a breath, and drops his shoulders in defeat.

  “Fine, but you were warned!” he points a finger at me with his best serious face, but I don’t miss the hopeful look in his eyes.

  “Have you ever had cake pops?” I ask him while looking in the cupboards for the ingredients. I smile with relief once I notice that we have them all. We are going to be using cake mix from a box because I think from scratch will be too much for Cole right now.

  I had found a recipe to make them so easily that I think even he can manage.

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��Are they those things on a stick?” he asks in confusion.

  I chuckle and nod.

  “I don’t know, Claire, those seem really hard,” he says in a defeated voice.

  I slap him on the back. He turns around gaping at me. “Lose the tone!” I demand. “You sound like you have given up already, and we haven’t even started yet. I don’t want to hear any ‘I suck’ attitude or tone throughout this whole time! You don’t know that you can’t make it until we taste it at the end!”

  He looks at me for a second in shock. I think that it’s because I have never spoke to any of them like that unless I was drunk. When he sees that I am serious, he nods and puts a hopeful smile on his face. Then he cracks his head from side to side, and stretches his arms like we are going to race, or something more physical than baking cake pops.

  I laugh at him, and we get started.

  Surprisingly, no one comes into the kitchen the whole time. I think mostly everyone was over at Paige’s because that’s where they have coffee. It could also be that it is still so early in the morning. These people love early mornings though. When I asked them why they like the morning, they said something about the morning being calm, and what not.

  Cole and I had turned on some music so that we could sing and shake our hips while baking. I told him that he should be having fun, not focusing on the outcome, and that it was probably what was screwing him up.

  We had made chocolate cake pops with white icing. We then added blue and green sprinkles to them. I have no idea why these guys had sprinkles in their cupboard, but I wasn’t about to ask. After we let the cake pops set, we place them in a container so that we could bring them over to everyone while they have their coffee. I tell Cole that I would tell everyone that I made them, so that we could see what they really thought of them. I laugh at how quickly he agrees to this idea. By this time, Cole’s brothers (including Sam) are up, so they come with us to Paige’s. They try to take one of the cake pops already, but I slap their hands telling them to wait. Everyone had to try it at once. I left them standing there gaping at me. Cole just shook his head at me smiling.

  We all make our coffee, and head out to the deck. Everyone was already sitting back there. I clear my throat while holding the dish until everyone looks at me. Normally, this would make me nervous to have everyone look at me, but I was doing this for Cole.

  “I tried out a recipe, and I wanted all of you to try it for me. Let me know your honest opinion,” I tell them, and I hand everyone a pop, even Cole. When I hand him his, I wink. I take my own, and we all take a bite at the same time.

  Wow. This is actually good. I can’t help but puff my chest out with pride when I see Cole’s face. He has a huge smile on his face. He looks like he won a gold medal.

  “Wow, Claire, these are really good,” Noah says.

  “Yeah, hon. You should make these more often,” Courtney says.

  Everyone starts praising me grabbing a second one. Cole comes up to me, and gives me a big hug picking me up and spinning me around laughing. I can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. When Sam looks like he wants to hit his brother, I decide to tell everyone the truth.

  “Well, I will be honest with you guys now… I … ah… didn’t make them…” They look at me in confusion. I decide to just let it all out. “Cole made them.”

  I have to bite back laughter when all of their mouths fall open in shock. Silence comes over the backyard.

  “No fucking way! He can’t cook!” Liam says.

  “He just needed a different teacher,” I tell everyone. Cole puts his arm around my shoulders, and kisses the side of my head. “I couldn’t have done it without Claire.”

  I am sitting on Sam’s lap while everyone is finishing their coffee. Everyone asks me how I did it, and I tell them that I barely did anything. I watched him the whole time, and only helped him add the sprinkles. It took some convincing, but everyone eventually believed me.

  “My brother looks proud. Thanks, baby,” Sam whispers in my ear.

  “It was nothing. He just looked so lost and defeated this morning. I couldn’t help but give it a shot. When I told him that I would try to teach him something, he looked so hopeful. I didn’t know that it bugged him that much not to know how to cook.”

  I look at Sam in the eyes. His eyes are soft and warm. I can’t help but smile at him. He kisses me softly.

  “You’re amazing, you know that, baby? You did something for my brother today that he will never forget, and I’m glad that it was my girl who made him that proud of himself. Our mom couldn’t even teach him. She would always get frustrated with him, and eventually gave up.”

  “I knew he could do it. I’m just glad that I could help,” I reply.

  We sit in a comfortable silence not saying anything. My life has changed so much in the past month. I wouldn’t have believed it if someone had told me over a month ago that I would have a bunch of friends and a boyfriend. Sure, I still have my virginity, but I think I will know when I am ready for that step with Sam. I know that day is getting closer. I feel so much, and so strongly for him in such a short amount of time that it scares me a little, but not enough to run away.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sam

  I’m so fucking proud that it was my girl who showed Cole how to make something. He looked so fucking proud of himself. Over the years, I had seen so many people try to teach him, and he could never get it. No matter how much you watched him, there was always something wrong with whatever he tried to cook.

  The girls decide to go shopping for the afternoon, so we decide to put our plan into action. They should know better than to leave us all alone at once.

  Never in a million fucking years would I think that my brothers and I would end up playing a prank war with women. We were a lot more serious in the past, but now that the women have come into our lives, we have let loose and played jokes on each other. I know it’s because we don’t feel like we have to put on an act around them. They don’t care if we act stupid, or joke around with one another. They don’t take anything to heart either, which is nice. Most of the time, women would bitch or slap us because we said something crude. These girls just laugh, and usually end up saying something worse than what we had originally said.

  We decided that this time we would have some fun with them. We had filled up buckets of water balloons. Since the Johnson brothers and Claire weren’t a part of the first water balloon fight, we thought it was only fair that they be initiated in the same way that we had started the war.

  We have four buckets lined in the yards of each house. Plenty for everyone to use. I think that the neighbours are all aware of the war we have going on, and know that something is about to happen when they see us setting up. The street isn’t normally busy, so we don’t have to worry about anyone getting hurt.

  We are almost finished setting up when the girls pull up. It took a long fucking time to fill those water balloons even though there are twelve of us! Twelve!! I know they see the buckets when they pull up. We are all standing in random places. A couple of us are in front of each house, and some of us are hiding. It’s only fair since they sneak attacked us so many times.

  I see Claire through the windshield. The girls are saying something to each other, and looking around the yard, no doubt, looking at everyone’s game faces. They all smile widely like its Christmas morning. I see Claire type on her phone, and put it down. Then, they all get out and start running. They all run in different directions.

  Before I know it, we are all soaked and almost out of balloons. The girls each have two in their hands, and I think that only three of us have one each. They were quick like ninjas! It’s almost like they fucking knew this was coming and practiced! There was a lot of ducking, jumping, and diving into bushes.

  We are standing in front of our house in a line, but Trevor, Cole, and Noah are in front because they have the balloons. The girls are standing in a line with big smiles like they have already won. Liam is beside me trying to
mask his pain from Paige nailing him in the junk again. She said, “I had to do it for old time sake,” like it has been years since we have had a water balloon fight.

  Right when they all throw their balloons, and the guys throw theirs, the guys all start getting hit with paint balls. It happens so fucking fast I didn’t see it coming! Whoever it is had an easy target because we were all standing in a fucking line! When I look at the girls they are standing there smiling. None of which have a fucking paint ball gun in their hands. We all start looking around trying to find out where the shots are coming from as we are ducking, jumping, and fucking diving out of the way.

  Once the shooting stops, we all stand up, and Thomas comes out with a couple paint ball guns attached to him. He has them strapped to him. Seriously! And he is fucking grinning.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? How is this fair?” Cole yells throwing his hands in the air.

  Thomas just laughs. Stepping in the middle of the girls. “You attacked my women. I had to protect them,” he tells us, and all of our jaws drop.

  That was who Claire was fucking texting on her phone! I should have questioned it, but I didn’t! That’s how they got the fucking upper hand.

  “Your women?” Derek asks in disbelief.

  Thomas smirks, and cross his arms over his chest. “Yes, my women. They’re like daughters to me. They all come over for dinner twice a week to visit an old man while he’s alone.”

  “Old man? You’re only fucking fifty. You talk like you’re eighty!” Trevor grumbles.

  The asshole just chuckles and the girls laugh with him. “I think Thomas earned some chocolate cake, don’t you girls?” Paige says grabbing Thomas by the arm, and dragging him inside. The rest grab the bags from the car, and follow like we aren’t going in after them.

  Once we all snap out of it, we waste no time going inside.

  “Hey! Where’s our cake?” Luke yells to get their attention.

  They all look up and smirk. “When you clean up the yard of water balloon pieces, you can have a slice,” Tara tells us with smirk.