Kinky Claus (8 page)

Sliding two fingers inside her, he concentrated on the supersensitive patch of tissues on the upper wall of her pussy. Good Lord. He’d found her G spot quicker than she had. The man possessed superhuman abilities when it came to a woman’s anatomy.

He settled back on his haunches. “Pinch your nipples for me.”

She didn’t think twice about honoring the request, and was rewarded with a hissed breath between his teeth. He hooked the two fingers inside of her, pressing in exactly the right spot as he tapped her clit with his thumb. “You are so fucking sexy when your sweet little snatch is hugging me tight.” He grinned at her failed attempt at giving him the stink eye. Kinda hard to pull it off when she was having a devil of a time keeping her eyes from rolling back in her head.

“What? Told ya I would spring that one on you,” he reminded her with a smirk.

“
After
I was coming my brains out. But I guess you forgot that part.” 

“Oh no. See, I don’t think it’s gonna be long before you lose it on me.” His voice dipped to a husky low octave that she almost had to strain to hear. “I can feel you getting tighter and tighter. Wetter and wetter.” The pass of his thumb over her clit trailed to a slow, concentrated figure-eight on the aching bundle of nerves.

She curled her fingers into the seam of the cushion, panting and shaking. “Trig.”

“I’m gonna take you there, baby. Right now.” He lowered his face back between her legs and flattened his tongue, rolling the tip with soft flickers directly on her clit while he rubbed her G spot.

She bucked in his grip, a strangled gasp lodging in her throat. The orgasm spread through her in a warm blissful wave before hitting its peak with a sharp explosion of exquisite pleasure. She floated on the sea of sensation, woozy and drunk on its aftershocks. It wasn’t until Trig kicked off his shoes and tugged down his jeans and boxers that she began to resurface from the glow. There was no way she’d let a post-orgasmic nuclear meltdown deprive her of properly enjoying the gorgeous perfection of the man standing over her. Struggling into a sitting position, she ran her fingertips along the chiseled ridges of his abdomen, basking in its rippling response. Then there was the other mouthwatering stiff muscle bobbing so invitingly in front of her face. Really, how could she say no to that?

Ghosting her hand lower, she stroked his cock from root to tip, thoroughly fascinated with the contrast of his steely hardness and silky smoothness. A quiver shook through him, followed by a low, sexy groan. Desperately wanting to hear that sound from him again, she kissed the velvety gland of his shaft before sucking the entire head between her lips.

Screw that damn candy cane. This was more like it. Humming in pleasure, she coasted her tongue over the groove beneath his cockhead and followed the main vein down, bobbing her head as she sucked him toward the back of her throat.

“
Jaysus
.” His knees wobbling, Trig groaned again and steadied himself with a hand on her shoulder while she continued to lick and suck him. He brushed aside one of the strands that’d fallen from her hairclip before cradling the back of her head. The stroke of his fingertips along her scalp as she worshipped him with her mouth only added to the intimacy of the moment.

He lengthened and thickened to even greater proportions under her tender loving care, until it became increasingly difficult to take more than half of him. Fortunately her hand made up for the shortage, but she was seriously beginning to question how the hell he was going to fit her pussy.

As if he’d read her mind, he carefully withdrew from her mouth and strode to his discarded jacket. She took advantage of the opportunity to ogle his world-class butt. Mm hm. Those fine buns were just asking to be bitten. She chomped her teeth and corked a giggle.

After fetching a box from the inner pocket of his jacket, he returned to her and ripped open the cardboard flap. She sent him a teasing look. “Are those ribbed for my pleasure?”

He held up one of the packets for her inspection, and she laughed. “Now if only someone would invent ones that vibrate.”

“They probably exist.” His expression turned considering. “Do you own a vibrator?”

She could feel the warmth spreading through her cheeks. “Um, yes. A few.”

“This is gonna be fun.” He snatched her hand and hauled her up off the couch. “Bedroom?”

Twining her fingers with his, she led him down the hallway. She clicked on the table lamp next to her queen-sized bed and glanced at him, an odd shyness gripping her. Possibly that had something to do with the small arsenal of self-pleasuring devices he was about to discover in her nightstand drawer. He was probably going to presume she was either a nymphomaniac, sorely deprived of the real thing, or on a first name basis with the sales department of every erotic device retailer in North America.

All of the above might be true.

He offered her a questioning look and she sighed before opening the top drawer. Without batting a single eyelash, he inspected the various options and reached for her favorite silver bullet. “This will do nicely.” He tossed it on the bed and pulled her into his arms. The drugging intoxication of his kisses making her lightheaded, she whimpered and rubbed shamelessly against his cock until a silky trail of his pre-come dampened her belly.

Moaning, he fumbled with the condom packet, finally tearing it open with his teeth. Desperate to feel every hard inch of him sinking deep inside her, she flopped backwards onto the bed in what must have been the most ungraceful move in history. Fortunately Trig seemed to be too wrapped up in his own raging state of lust to judge much less give a rat’s ass. Sheathing his cock with three down strokes of his fist, he climbed over her and claimed her mouth with an insatiable hunger that stole her remaining breath. He slicked his tongue along hers and positioned his cockhead at her entrance before sinking to the hilt with one long, gliding thrust.

She raked her nails along the small of his back, following the deep grooves of his spine down to his sculpted buttocks. With a fluid flex of his glutes, he retreated a few inches, coming up on his elbows to look into her eyes. In that moment, the connection between them moved beyond the physical. Or at least it did for her. It was impossible for her to narrow her emotions to this being a simple joining of two bodies. It somehow felt more than that. Bigger than that.

Without warning, Trig’s concerns from yesterday rushed to the forefront of her mind. “
There are some women who can have sex purely for sex’s sake. But they’re in the minority.
”

Oh God. Was she about to become an embarrassing statistic? It wasn’t as if she was picking out her wedding dress. She wasn’t that far gone. And Lord knows that would only send Trig running for the hills. But maybe he was right about her not being wired for mere casual sex.

Refusing to ruin the moment with her sappy emotions, she caressed the firm globes of his ass and swiveled her hips upward, forcing him to sink into her again. His shuddered breath mingled with hers before he kissed his way down her neck. Propping himself up with one arm, he twisted his torso so he could suck her nipple while he slowly pistoned his cock inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, riding the delicious friction of his shaft. Tearing his mouth from her with a groan, he slid from her pussy. Before she could complain about the unwanted vacancy, he rolled her onto her stomach. Something hard pressed into her lower belly, and it took a second and the unmistakable buzz of her bullet vibe to realize he’d tucked the device underneath her.

Gripping her by the waist, he positioned her squarely on the vibrator in the same motion that he buried his cock inside her again. As he began to move she was left with one certainty—Trig’s hips should either be outlawed or at the very least labeled a weapon of mass destruction. Gripping fistfuls of the bedding, she strained underneath him, gasping for breath. He plunged deep and retreated, limiting his thrusts to shallow strokes that kept his cockhead in constant alignment with her G spot. Between that unrelenting friction and the ceaseless thrum of the bullet vibe, she held no hope of surviving the onslaught.

Everything inside her clenched into an overwhelming ball of sensation. Trig’s cock tunneled deep and hard, forcing her over the precipice. She surged upward against his thrust and broke on a wail, shaking uncontrollably. He continued hammering into her, taking her higher and higher on the wave, until she thought she’d die from an overload of pleasure. Because surely that’s what would happen. Someone couldn’t experience this level of intensity without paying the consequence.

Breath tearing from her lungs and her body wrung out and trembling, she slumped onto the soaked quilt just as Trig slammed into her one last time and held deep as he throbbed and came inside her with a groan and racking shudder. As her heart synched with the fierce drumbeat of his against her back she realized the foolishness in thinking that a simple death would be the most hazardous side effect to her night with Trig. Because she’d just committed the proverbial sin. The one thing that was destined to doom her from the start.

She’d become emotionally invested in him.

CHAPTER EIGHT

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d awoken to the soft, welcoming heat of a woman. For sure he’d never cracked his eyes open to the beautiful sight of Marissa snuggled against him. Unable to resist, he trailed his fingers along the gentle slope of her shoulder. She stirred restlessly and mumbled something before yawning. Blinking sleepily, she peered at him and smiled.

He traced her jaw. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s okay. I rarely sleep in. Even on weekends.”

“Since we’re both up, I wonder how we could spend the morning?” He ducked and kissed the crook of her neck, lingering on her pulse point while his palm followed the dip of her waist to her hip. She arched against him, allowing him easier access, and he bit her just hard enough to spring a gasp from her. The firm, stiff peaks of her nipples poked into his chest, an enticing invitation he couldn’t ignore.

He hunched his shoulders and lapped a lazy circle around her areola, slowly working his way inward. She wiggled in his arms and he slid a knee between her legs, pinning her down. Her unmistakable wetness glazed his thigh, a taunting siren call. His cock thickening, he imagined losing himself inside her honeyed promise land for an hour or two. Yeah, definitely a fantastic way to while away the morning. He never went bareback, but right then he would have sold his soul to slip into Marissa’s beckoning heat sans a condom. To feel her—even just once—with nothing between them...

Shuddering, he banished the rest of that alluring thought before it could further torment him. He shifted his weight, rolling her onto her back in the process. He indulged in several more minutes of suckling her nipples before he kissed his way down her stomach. Rimming the outside of her belly button with the tip of his tongue, he skimmed two fingers over her drenched folds, seeking out her clit. The muscles in her abdomen jumped with each of his determined caresses along the slippery little nubbin. Lifting onto his knees, he dropped a kiss just above the downy patch of fuzz topping her mound before scooting lower and settling between her thighs. Spreading her labia with his thumbs, he licked her from her slit all the way up to her clit. He concentrated his effort on making her squirm and gasp while he teased the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he was certain she was hovering on the brink, he reversed course, plowing his tongue through her wetness. He reached the entrance to her pussy and continued traveling in the southbound lane. Tilting her hips slightly upward, he ducked his head.

Marissa stiffened. “Uh, what are you—
Trig
! Your mouth is definitely not supposed to be there.” She attempted to scooch her butt away from him but he clasped her tight.

“Just give it a try. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” He swirled his tongue, the feather light strokes of his thumb on her clit accompanying the motion.

After a moment she relaxed. Less than a second later her breathing accelerated, along with the restless stirring of her body. He lifted his head and inspected her flushed face. “I couldn’t help noticing that vibrating plug in your drawer. Do you use it often?”

Two rosy spots prominently displayed on her cheeks, she shook her head. “It sort of freaks me out. I always psyche myself up too much before actually, you know, inserting it.”

“Why did you buy it?”

“Curiosity.” She chewed her lip.

“About?” he prodded gently.

“What it’d feel like.”

“Getting fucked in the ass?”

She swallowed. “Trig, I don’t think I’m ready for that. For Pete’s sake, I can’t even get up the nerve to use a stinkin’ plug.”

“I wasn’t suggesting anything.” He hauled himself up and sat next to her. “I want to know what turns you on, and also what doesn’t. I thought maybe we could experiment a little to see what works for you.”

She blinked at him. “You’d do that? For me?”

He chuckled. “You make it sound like I’m a saint.” He sure as shit wasn’t that. Especially considering the sinful things he intended to do with that plug if she let him. “Plus you wouldn’t exactly be the only one benefiting from this experiment.”

“Hm. You have a point there.” She eyed him for a long moment. “If I don’t like anything, you’ll stop?”

“You have my sworn promise.” He grazed his fingertips across her inner thigh. “But I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you’ll love it.”

“Fair enough.”

He tempered the urge to pump his fist in victory. Twisting to the side, he tugged the upper drawer open and fetched the plug and the nearly full bottle of lube. Well, that confirmed that she hadn’t exaggerated about her reluctance to use the device. Judging from the information she’d given him, her fear stemmed more from the perceived threat of pain and discomfort than anything else. The best way around that problem was to get her head out of the equation, and distract her with other wicked delights.

After tucking the plug and lubricant out of sight underneath a pillow, he snatched one of the condom packets and stretched out on his back. He made a sexy show of ripping the foil open with his teeth and handed the latex sheath to Marissa. She stared at it like it would possibly bite her if she made a sudden move.

“Um, since you have more experience with these things than me, maybe you ought to—” She exhaled heavily when he shook his head. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She started to reach for his cock but he stopped her. Frustration furrowed her brow. “I thought you wanted me to put it on you.”

“I do. But you’re not allowed to use your hands.”

She gaped at him. “And how exactly do I manage that feat?”

He folded his arms behind his head and offered her a slow smile. “You’ll figure it out.”

Her attention panned between the condom and his stiffening erection. He could see the precise moment the lightbulb popped on over her head. She slashed her gaze up to his face. “I am
not
putting it in my mouth.”

“You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

She gave him a prissy look that was damn near impossible not to chuckle at. “I was referring to the condom.”

“Ah, gotcha. Thanks for clearing that up.”

“You are enjoying this far too much, you incorrigible bastard.”

He shrugged. “I have a feeling I’ll enjoy it even more once you put that pretty mouth to work.”

She appeared on the verge of arguing with him, but a second later she blew out a resigned breath. “Screw it.”

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get to soon enough.”

Rolling her eyes, she plopped the condom in place and positioned her lips on the head of his cock. Her tongue slicked left and right, up and down, trying to situate the ring of latex. Saliva and the increasing amount of pre-come weeping from his slit due to her efforts only hindered the entire process. Sweat trickling down his sternum, he groaned and lifted his head to better watch her unintentionally sexy performance.

She glanced up at him and squinted. “Jeez Louise. Would you stop that?”

“What?”

“Growing bigger. At this rate I’ll never get the condom on you.” She leaned over him, her features set in fierce concentration. Suddenly she blinked. “Oh man, why didn’t I think of this sooner?” Without warning, she dropped down onto her belly. Planting her elbows on either side of him, she squished her breasts together, trapping his dick in the middle. Her motions careful and excruciatingly prolonged, she squeezed her hands around her gorgeous tits and applied a downward pressure, slowly but surely sliding the rubber on him.

The fact that he didn’t blow his load at any point during the entire ordeal? A fucking miracle. “
Jesus
.”

She gave him a cocky grin. “Who’s the smarty pants now?”

“You win that round, you diabolical genius. By the way, feel free to do that again fifty or so more times this morning.”

Smirking, she shimmied her way up his body and straddled his lap. “You know, I never did get to tell Kinky Claus about the big package I’m hoping he’ll stuff in my stocking.” She rubbed provocatively along the length of his cock. “Do you suppose he’d be willing to fill it up even if he’s technically off the clock?”

“I think he’d be willing to make a special exception for you.” He gripped her by the hips and eased her over the engorged tip of his shaft.

She bore down on him, inch by inch encasing him in her warm, wet heaven. He butted against her cervix, completely bottomed out in her pussy. Mind-blowing as that sensation was, it only got a million times more intense when Marissa rocked her hips and cupped her palms over her breasts. She pinched her nipples and shivered.

Fuck, she was killing him. All those fantasies he’d carried of her these four years were a pale comparison to the reality of being with her like this. She was an uncharted treasure trove of sheer sensuality. He wanted to explore everything about her. And not just the sexy stuff. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he learned what made her laugh or cry. What pissed her off and made her blissfully happy. God willing, he’d only bring her the positive outcomes of all of the above. He didn’t know the likelihood of that, considering what he did for a living.

Deliberately choosing not to dwell on that for the time being, he focused on the one thing he knew he could deliver on—showering her body with so much pleasure, she’d be too dazed from orgasms to recall her own name. Sliding his hands along her spine, he encouraged her to bend closer. Her nipple brushed across his lips and he scraped the pebbled peak lightly with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. She continued riding his shaft, taking him in shallow increments. He palmed her ass, squeezing and massaging her soft cheeks. Growling, he gave her a little swat and bounced her harder on his cock, lodging her deeper. She bit her lip, her nails digging into his shoulders as she ground into his thrusts.

“That’s it, Rissa. Take that cock like you fucking own it.”

She trembled, her pace growing unsteady. He released one of her ass cheeks to search under the pillow for the plug. He located it along with the lube. Leaving the vibe next to his hip, he flipped the lube cap open with his thumb. She turned her head to see what he was doing and immediately tensed. He suckled her nipple again, prompting her sigh.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why it makes me so nervous.”

“Shhh. Don’t apologize.” He lubed up his finger. “We’ll try it this way first and see how that goes. Okay?”

She nodded, and he eased his finger inside her a fraction. When he pushed against the resistant band of muscle she winced and attempted to retreat. He rubbed her spine soothingly. “I know. This is the hardest part. Let me in, and it’s nothing but pleasure from there. I promise.”

Her knees released their chokehold around his waist and she slowly relaxed. He nudged his finger deeper, managing to get it in completely up to his knuckle this time. She was clinging to him—everywhere. Inside and out. She’d entrusted him with every intimate part of her body, and that was something he would never take for granted. “How’re you doin’, sweetheart?”

She moaned and skated her fingers through his hair.

The sound, as well as the accompanying gesture, set his mind at rest more than mere words could have conveyed. “Do you like it?”

“Yes.” There was a hint of wonder and disbelief in her voice. “I didn’t think I would. How is it possible that it feels amazing when you do it?”

He chuckled. “I have the magic touch?”

“Mm, obviously.” She wiggled, inadvertently—or possibly purposefully—seating both his finger and his cock deeper inside her. A purring sound preceded her nibbling on his earlobe.

“Naughty girl. You’re starting to enjoy me finger-fucking your ass, aren’t you?” He backed up the teasing inquiry by pumping his hips and finger in tandem with each other.

Her wispy breath caressed his ear. “Yes. Oh God. Please don’t stop.”

“Only for a second. I’m going to make it even better for you.” He gently slid his finger free and generously lubed up the plug. The tapered end made its penetration relatively easy, but Marissa’s expression still looked uncertain.

He smoothed back her hair. “Everything okay?”

“It feels...fuller than I expected.”

“Let’s see if it makes any difference with it turned on.” He twisted the base, and she jolted, clamping her thighs around him again. She wasn’t the only one woefully unprepared for the intense sensation. The thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass meant he felt every throb and pulse of the vibe all the way down to his balls. Add to that the way her inner channel vised him, and the possibility of him lasting another five minutes were slim to none. Gritting his teeth, he flexed his fingers on her hips, desperately trying to ride out the wild wave of sensation.

“Trig...I...I think I’m...
Ooooohhh God
.” A massive shudder convulsing through her, Marissa gripped his shoulders, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her pussy clinched him tight, milking the length of his shaft.

No amount of counting baseball stats would get him through this one. Pistoning his hips, he powered through two and a half thrusts and lost it on the tail end of his final stroke, the orgasm T-boning him like a fucking freight train. He shook and cursed through the storm of it before finally slumping into the mattress with a hoarse groan. Certain that his life force had just been drained from him, he removed the vibe and wrapped his arms around Marissa.