The Taste of Mr. Davenport (10 page)

Freedom
, she thought. College and freedom were synonymous as far as she was concerned.

The sound of raised voices saved Claire from having to respond to her mother. She turned towards the door just as it flew open and banged against the wall. A body walked into the room laden down with boxes so high, Claire couldn’t see who it was.

“Daddy! Hurry up!” The unknown person exclaimed loudly.

“I’m going as fast as I can Elise,” a deep voice as smooth as chocolate answered from the doorway.

So this was Elise.

Claire looked around the girl and her jaw dropped open at the sight of the sexiest man she had ever seen. He had dark hair and tanned skin. His eyes were the same color green as her favorite meadow back home. He gave her a crooked grin as he set down all the bags he was carrying.

“Claire!” Elise shrieked before launching herself at her new roommate. Always a friendly person, she was tactile almost to a fault.

Stumbling back at Elise’s force, Claire braced herself as she fell backward onto her bed. Elise pulled herself up and smiled like a kid at a carnival. “Aren’t you psyched to finally be here? Meeting face to face?”

“Yes!” Claire tried to sound enthusiastic, but she felt rather self-conscious in front of the gorgeous man on the other side of the room.

Elise frowned down at Claire, who scrambled to stand up while straightening her simple and bland dress. It seemed to Elise that her roommate needed to learn how to loosen up. Good thing for her that was Elise’s specialty. She had always lived life to the fullest and had no regrets. Even if her antics constantly had her parents mad at her.

Claire’s eyes strayed to the floor when she accidentally made eye contact with the man. She suddenly felt very warm and her body tingled all over. She fought the urge to squeeze her thighs together in order to alleviate the ache that had suddenly set up shop between her legs.

“This is my dad,” Elise told her.

“Hi, Claire.” His voice caused goose bumps to break across Claire’s skin and when he held his hand out to her, her heart beat so wildly that she thought she might die of a heart attack.

“Hi, Mr. Davenport,” Claire said in a low voice while avoiding eye contact. Taking his hand, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot up her arm. Forgetting her nervousness, her eyes darted up to his. She didn’t know what to think about the bemused expression on his face as he looked down at their hands.

“Please, you can call me Carter.” Carter shook the crazy sensation that the young girl’s touch gave him and released her hand. Stepping back he wiped his hands on his jeans and addressed his daughter. “Do you want help setting anything up before we go to dinner?”

Elise glanced from Claire to the mound of boxes and bags littering the floor. “Nah. I’m hungry and this will wait. You want to come with us Claire?”

Carter bit the inside of his mouth while he waited for Claire to answer. Something about this girl intrigued him, even though she was plain looking and a bit nerdy. He hoped she would be a good influence on his wild child daughter who, he was convinced, had been trying to give him a heart attack since she turned fourteen. When she chose to go away to school, his biggest fear of not being able to keep her from making bad decisions crippled him. Now that he sensed her roommate was the exact opposite of her, he had hope she would straighten out.

“Thank you, but I’m going to have to pass. I’m still on East Coat time so it’s actually two hours later for me. I’m just going to read a book and go to bed early.” She gestured towards a copy of
War and Peace
that sat on her nightstand and Carter couldn’t help his wide smile. Claire would definitely be a good influence.

“That sucks,” Elise grumbled. “I’ll bring you back a piece of chocolate cake. How does that sound?”

“Perfect. Thank you.”

Elise was the first person out the door, followed closely by Carter. Just as he was about to close the door, he turned around and smiled again. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Claire.”

Claire’s breath halted at Carter’s words. He was just so perfect and the way he smiled at her made her feel special. As the door shut, Claire whispered, “The pleasure was all mine.”

An hour later Claire couldn’t stop thinking about Carter. Whenever she closed her eyes, Carter’s green eyes sparked with mischief as he rose above her. She imagined what it would be like as he moved inside her. She wondered what his masculine hands would feel like on her body, with his soft lips skimming her bare skin.

Claire’s legs moved restlessly as the images kept coming to her—bright and vivid. She reached her hand down and cupped her mound hoping to relieve some of her tension. A loud bang outside the door made her jump and move her hand as quickly as she could.

That was close
, she thought. Elise could have been coming in and here she was touching herself while having impure thoughts about her father.

She turned out the light on her nightstand, plunging the room into darkness. Rolling onto her back, she pinched her eyes shut and tried to fall asleep. It didn’t work, though. All she could think about was Mr. Davenport. Her imagination raced with possibilities and Claire eagerly latched onto one of them.

Claire heard the creak of a door and turned her head to see Carter walking into the small room. She set her pencil down and swiveled her chair to face him. Her eyes ran over his hard body and she fought the urge to drool while watching him stride towards her. He was the picture of masculine grace—a lion stalking its prey.

“What are you doing here, Mr. Davenport?” Claire asked breathlessly. Carter’s hand took hers and pulled her to her feet, angling her towards the bed.

“I came for you,” his husky voice washed over her. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“You can’t?” She forced the words out past her disbelief. She couldn’t believe he felt the same way about her as she did about him.

“No. I want to feel you. I want to taste you. I want to love you.” His head dipped and brushed her collarbone.

Claire’s head fell back. She was overwhelmed by the desire coursing through her veins. She had never been with a man before and had no idea that it could feel so wonderful. This was so much more than when she touched herself late at night.

“I’ve never… you know…” Claire hated admitting how inexperienced she was, but Carter needed to know the truth.

“Then I’ll be your first,” he muttered against her skin.

“Okay,” she readily agreed.

“I promise I’ll make you feel good when I make you mine.” Claire gripped his hair when his teeth nipped her erect nipple through the cotton of her tank top. “Lay back Claire. Let me love you.”

Claire positioned herself on the bed that was soft as silk. It felt cool against her fevered skin. Carter’s weight settled on her as he lowered himself down onto the bed. When he hooked her leg around his hip, she felt his hardness against the apex of her thighs. She gasped at how great it felt.

Slowly rocking into her, Carter’s hands shook as he pulled the tank top over Claire’s unbound breasts. He lowered his head and feasted on each nipple, making Claire thrash her head and rock her hips into his. She felt the ache inside building with each thrust.

When he pulled back, she cried out. Her hands clutched his shoulders and tried to bring him back to her. He pried her fingers off him and whisked his shirt over his head. Claire stared at his washboard abs and hard pecs. Her hands acted of their own accord and reached out to feel each ridge and bump. Carter groaned when she skated lower and brushed his erection through his shorts.

His fingers hooked in her shorts and pulled them off, quickly followed by her panties. Completely naked, Claire tried to cover herself up. Carter shook his head at her and pulled her hands away.

“I want to look at you. You’re perfect. Exactly what I’ve always wanted.” His voice held a hint of reverence and Claire no longer felt self-conscious. She felt beautiful. Who wouldn’t with this perfect man saying those things?

Carter’s eyes darkened as he took in her body. He reached out and spread her legs wide, exposing her to him.

“Pretty pink pussy,” Carter whispered as he ran his thumb against her down there. “I bet you’re going to be tight. I can’t wait to bury myself inside you.”

“Yes,” she cried out when his finger breached her opening.

“Do you want me inside you, Claire?”

“God, yes,” she groaned as he slowly fucked her with his finger.

“Good.” Carter reached into his pocket and pulled out a scrap of black lace. Leaning over her, he placed it over her eyes.

“What are you doing?” Claire’s panicked voice made him chuckle.

“Trust me, Claire. You’ll feel so much more if you can’t see what I’m doing.”

“Okay,” she replied unsurely. She really hoped it was the right decision. She wanted nothing more than to experience sex for the first time with Carter.

Once the lace was tied around her head, she felt Carter pull off the bed. She heard the rustle of clothing and a small part of her freaked out knowing he was getting undressed. Wanting something and knowing you were about to get it were two totally different things. Was she ready for this?

“Mr. Davenport?” She called out. Claire was starting to talk herself out of this and needed him to reassure her.

“Right here, little girl.” The moment his finger ran down the length of her body, all doubt fled from her mind.

She felt the bed dip and soft hair brush her abdomen. Her muscles clenched in the most delicious way when she felt the first lash of his tongue against her soft folds.

“Oh God,” she cried out, clenching the sheets to keep herself grounded.

“You can call out to Him all you want, but no one can save you from what I have in mind.”

Carter’s tongue worked back and forth over her clitoris as his fingers pumped at a maddening rhythm. Not being able to see, Claire felt the rest of her senses heightening. Each groan of appreciation from Carter as a fresh wave of wetness met his tongue was amplified. Every brush of his tongue felt stronger against her feverish skin. And the smell of her arousal filled her nose and added to her excitement.

Delirious with pleasure, Claire screamed from the sensory overload.

“Shhh.” Carter’s finger covered her mouth. “This is our secret.”

He went back to eating her as if he were a starving man. Her muscles tensed and she knew she was going to come undone at any minute.

“Come for me. Come like the good little girl you are,” Carter encouraged her. His finger crooked inside her, stroking a spot that immediately had her world exploding.

“I’m coming!” She shouted as her body convulsed. Her legs locked around Carter’s head and her back bowed off the bed.

Carter’s hands continued to pet her, dipping inside to stretch her wider.

“I want to touch you.” Her voice trembled due to the orgasm still lingering in her body.

“Next time.” He kissed the palm of her hand and pulled it over her head, pinning her to the bed with his hand on her wrist. He reached between them with his free hand and guided himself to her opening. She felt the tip of his cock rub against her, sending fresh jolts through her body.

Claire ran her free hand up his back and into his hair. Carter grabbed it and pinned it with the other. “Whenever you touch me, I feel myself lose control. Even the simplest brush of your hand is too much. I need to be inside you.”

His hips surged forward and he buried himself deep inside her. The pain was excruciating.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I was so worked up after tasting you. I should have taken my time.” He pulled the blindfold from her eyes and kissed the tears that slid down the side of her face.

The longer he was inside her, the less discomfort she felt. The pain washed away and she had the overwhelming urge to move her hips. Carter took her cue and pulled out slowly before pushing inside even slower.

“Better?” He kissed the tip of her nose and looked into her eyes.

“Yes. I need you Mr. Davenport,” she pleaded with him. He was moving way too slow.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck and she felt the sweet pant of his breath against her slickened skin. His hands gripped her wrists tightly as he fucked her harder.

“So fucking tight,” he cursed. “You want me to come in you?”

Oh God. She never knew dirty talk could be so erotic.

“Yes.”

“And you’re going to be a good little girl and come on my cock, aren’t you?”

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she whimpered.

“Show me how much you want me. Show me how good it feels.” His words washed over her and she clenched his cock with her muscles.

“Mr. Davenport,” she moaned.

“Yeah that’s right.” He pounded into her one last time and released himself deep inside her.

“That was perfect,” she told him. Claire couldn’t have ever imagined that her first time would be so fabulous.

“You fuck like a dream.”

Claire’s orgasm washed over her as she rubbed her clit to the images in her head. She cried out his name and pretended she was with him.

“Oh God,” she groaned and rolled on her side, curling up in a ball, thankful Elise hadn’t come back to the room while Claire was perving on her father.

Her infatuation with Carter Davenport was going to forever be her secret. Her dirty, little secret.

Three’s Company

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