Burning For Claire (The O'Connell Family Book 2) (8 page)

I woke up to the most sensual dream I’d ever had, and it was all about Claire. My beautiful little pixie was teasing and touching my body. I opened my eyes and realized it wasn’t a dream. My woman was touching me. Her hands were lightly going over my bruises. I moaned out in pleasure from her simple, tender caress. She jumped as I startled her and pulled back her hands from my bare chest.

“Oh, no. Don’t stop. That felt really nice.” I looked at her and noticed she was crying. I immediately sat straight up, forgetting the pain, and took her into my arms.

“Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I had a bad dream about you. I woke up and had to touch you to make sure you were really here,” she sobbed.

“I’m here, babe.” I lifted her so that she sat in my lap, and her chest pressed against mine and her thighs against my waist. My wood greeted her through my boxers. I wanted to pull off the offensive barriers between us and melt our bodies into each other, but my Claire needed more time. I prayed it wasn’t much more time.

To my surprise she reached up to my face and caressed the little knot near my hairline.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore. Baby, I’m okay,” I assured her. “Kiss me, Claire.”

Her mouth didn’t start at my lips but rather she started to kiss my boo-boo.

“I’m sorry you were hurt.”

“Thanks, baby.”

She kissed my face, moving down to my chin and then slid her tiny hands into my hair and her lips on mine. I groaned as my dick got harder. She didn’t seem to have any idea what she did to me…or maybe she did.

“Claire, you better stop grinding on my dick unless you want to have it in you.”

She stopped then she slid down on me until her face was just above my boxers. She didn’t look at me when she pushed them down, my hard cock bouncing against my belly. Her hands stopped its movement as she slid one hand, rubbing it from base to tip. She opened her mouth and I rubbed my cock over her lips, giving it a little tease with her tongue before taking me into her mouth. I knew she wasn’t ready for me to do her, but it’s clear she was ready to give me head. I grinned as she took more of me in her pretty, soft, pink lips. I couldn’t take it much longer before she got a mouth full of my come.

She moaned as I started throbbing. I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of having her suck me off. Blow jobs were great, but something about her lips on my wood was too much. I gripped her braid at the crown and controlled the bobbing of her head. “Claire, babe. I’m going to come. You better let go now.”

She shook her head minutely and swallowed, which sent my orgasm ripping through my sack and down her throat. She flinched at the shock and some dibbled down her chin. Just to mess with me more, she slid her finger across her chin wiping it and sucking it off her finger.

She was getting me too riled up, I pulled her to me then flipped her onto the bed. Even with my pain and the most satisfying release I wasn’t done with her. I wanted her coming on my tongue. I wasn’t up to giving her what she needed just yet, but I was more than capable of eating her out until she rode out her orgasm on my face.

I stripped her shorts and her panties in one fell swoop. The pain in my shoulder and head throbbed. I knew it was dumb of me, but I wanted to return the favor and hear her scream for me.

Since I was in pain, I skipped the teasing and made my way to her core quickly. I parted her creamy thighs and stared right at her sweet hidden center. I groaned as I saw her desire already glistening her lips. She purred when my tongue hit her center. I licked my way deep into her sweet heat. She sighed and started to move her hips.

“Ah, Travis!” she screamed. It wasn’t very loud but enough to let me know she was close.

“Yes, babe. Give me your cries,” I groaned before returning to her pussy. Her taste was the best. It’s like it was made for me. I opened her folds and slipped one finger partly into her wetness when she shook with her release.

“Oh my! Ah, Travis! Yes!” She came fast, and I felt like a king.

I rested on her belly, my soreness making itself known.

“It’s almost time for dinner. I need to get ready and so do you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I agreed.

I stood up with a huge erection that she couldn’t take her eyes away from.

“It’s not going to go away if you keep looking at it like that, and I really have to piss. So please stop.”

“I’ve heard of that. It sucks, doesn’t it?” she asked with a teasing pout.

“Yes, it does,” I groaned.

I walked into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. Okay, more like gingerly stepped into the shower. I had bruises on my body from the pressure of the explosion and hitting the ground hard. There weren’t a lot of visible bruises, but internally, there were several. The hot water was amazing on my skin. I was enjoying it when there was a knock at the door.

“Yeah, babe.”

“I wanted to wash up…” she paused hesitantly.

“Babe, come in here.”

She walked into the bathroom nervously like what we just did wasn’t intimate as hell. She just swallowed my load and let me hear and taste her come. I climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist and dried off with another.

“Oh my, you have a bad bruise on your arm. How did I not notice?”

“I had you distracted, baby,” I said with a grin.

“Yes, you did.” She smiled slightly, but the worry was still there. “Tell me you saw a doctor or at least the medics.”

I didn’t want her to freak out so I answered honestly, “I did.” She didn’t need to know I refused their suggestion then paid for it later.

We walked downstairs to loud conversation in the dining room. It seemed as though we were a little bit late.

“Wow, I’m so glad you could join us,” Ethan sneered. He didn’t trust me yet with Claire.

“Ethan,” Richard warned his son.

“What, Dad?”

“Behave yourself,” their dad stated.

“Fine,” Ethan grumbled. I guessed he and I were going to have a talk too. I’d deal with him after dinner. It seemed I had a talk with every damn O’Connell about Claire and me already, well except for Rick, but I was sure that was bound to happen when he returned.

We sat down at the table that was nicely set. “So, how are you feeling?” Richard asked.

“I’m doing just fine now,” I said reassuringly.

Richard shook his head at me and remarked, “I can’t believe you waited to go to the hospital. You ass, I told you if you got hurt I’d kill ya.”

I gave a shrug and said, “Yeah, well I thought I was fine.”

“What do you mean? You waited to go to the hospital? I thought you said you’d seen a doctor or medic right away,” Claire said in outrage.

I turned to her and raised my brow. “I said I seen them, but I didn’t say when.”

“Tell me what happened,” she demanded.

I took a drink of my water and started the edited version of my collapse. “I was questioned at the station, and as I was getting up I got dizzy and passed out. They took me to the hospital and told me I suffered a concussion.”

“When did you get out of the hospital?” She was a feisty, demanding one.

“About twenty minutes before I got here.”

“So that’s where you were when you called.” She turned to her father and accused, “How convenient that you left that out, Dad?”

I jumped to his defense before he could apologize for covering for me. “I told him not to tell you. I didn’t want you to worry.”

“You’re an ass,” she said as she shook her head and added a slice of roast to her plate.

The rest of the conversation was mundane. We eventually turned to sports, something the guys and I could discuss easily.

I looked at Claire, and she looked bored, so I claimed that I was tired. We walked up the stairs, and I purposefully walked behind to get a good glimpse at her ass. The moment we hit the bedroom, I closed and locked the door. Before she knew it, I pinned her to the bed and stared at her hungrily.

“You have a nice ass, baby. I can’t help but admire it every chance I get.”

“I thought you were tired,” she panted.

“No, sweetheart. I could just tell that sports bore you.”

“Sorry, but I really don’t like them.”

“That’s fine, baby. I’m not thinking about sports at the moment, but another form of physical activity,” I growled before capturing her mouth. My desire for her was rubbing against her center. I swore I could feel her heat through her shorts. “I want you so damn bad, Claire,” I groaned pleadingly. 

I quickly started stripping her ass naked. The beast in me was on high alert, I practically roared as I took her breast into my mouth. I sucked and bit her leaving my marks on her sexy ass breasts. She was with me until I pushed two fingers into her pussy.

She suddenly stiffened and blushed. She actually looked skittish.

“What’s the matter, baby?” I asked. “Do you want me to take it easy on you?”

“Travis, I’m a…” she paused. “A virgin,” she said guiltily.

At first, I wasn’t sure if she was playing with me or if I was fucking dreaming this shit. I had to pinch myself, and sure enough, I was wide-awake, leaning over my virgin fiancé. All though her words should have told me to cool it, to wait to make her mine, I couldn’t. My need to have her increased to the point of pain.

With a growl, I stood up and stripped off my shirt. “If you think that turned me off you’re sadly mistaken. I’m fucking more turned on than I’ve ever been. I’ll try and be nice and love you like a gentleman, but I don’t know if I have it in me to take it slow. I’m so hard sweetie, and you’re going to feel me deep within you. You’re mine, all mine, Claire.”

I continued to explore her body with my mouth and hands. I wanted to know all of her. Suddenly, the pain that had aggravated me didn’t bother me now. The need to be with her was too great to feel the aches. I slowly, patiently moved my hands up and down her thighs and felt her shiver as I caressed her smooth skin.

My cock was bigger than it had ever been. This was the time to either stop or go full boar on her ass. I prayed we were on the same page. “Tell me you want this, Claire. Because if we go any further I won’t be able to stop.”

“I want you, and I want this,” she moaned as she gripped my cock through my jeans. 

I moved her to the center of the bed and took off the rest of my clothes. My heart was pounding out of my chest to the point of pain, and my cock was following right behind.

I climbed up and in between her thighs, spreading them wider to accommodate me. My cock was leaking on the top of her mound, eager to take what was his.

“Claire, don’t be nervous. I’m going to make you cry out like you did before.”

“Travis, do you have a condom?”

“No, I don’t, but we don’t need them.”

“I’m not on birth control,” she warned as I rubbed my head against her wet entrance.

“I know,” I growled. The thought of putting my baby inside her was a bigger turn on that she could even fathom.

“You want me pregnant?” Claire questioned.

“Yes.”  With that answer, I pressed the head of my swollen cock into her hot little pussy. “You’re mine, Claire,” I roared as I pushed my way into her heat, tearing her hymen and making her mine and only mine. I wanted to howl. There wasn’t a thing that I would let separate us.

I leaned down and took her mouth with mine. Our kiss was slow and possessive. My body heated with the feel of my skin on hers, and my cock embedded in her womb. The pleasure was coursing through me as I felt her body become accustomed to my thickness. Her walls were fighting my domination, but were in a losing battle. As my lips remained on hers, I started to move slowly in and out, letting her wetness coat my dick, and giving me access to her depths.

My muscles in my arms shook as I rocked into her. I didn’t lean on her because I was afraid I’d crush her. My little pixie seemed so fragile underneath me.

She smiled up at me and pleaded in a soft, raspy, sex-filled voice. “Travis, it feels so good and so full.”

She may have been a virgin, but she was a natural seductress. I rose up and ground into her hips with mine, slowly lengthening each thrust. I watched her face as she took me fully in her over and over again. She sighed and moaned with a sensuous smile and her eyes closed.

Our movements weren’t rushed, but our slowed pace added to the sensations. Our bodies pressed against each other as I took her mouth again. Her hands rubbed all over my back and caressed my muscles. Her movements were getting rougher as she tried to find the motion she needed to get off. Every thrust of her hips and every squeeze of her walls had me mentally pleading for her to come or I’d finish before her. She gave me the cutest little moan before orgasming hard and crying out my name in reverence. “Travis.”

My release rode the tail of hers as I felt my come shoot out and fill her. My body dropped to the side and on the mattress as I tried to get the blood to go back to my brain. I wanted her to know how special her gift was to me.

“Thank you for saving yourself for me.”

“Thanks for making it worth the wait,” she purred with her eyes still closed.