Page 121 of Tourist Trap

FORTY-TWO

CLAIRE

When we walk in the door, I’m already undoing my jean shorts, pushing them down, and letting them fall to my feet with my panties. I take a few steps toward the stairs and cross my arms over my chest and tug off my shirt and bra in one go.

Miles is smiling at me, locking the door as he tosses his shirt onto the couch. I head for the stairs fully naked as he kicks off his shoes and then takes off his shorts. His cock bobs up, already hard, and my steps falter.

“Eager, are we?” he asks, and I nod, my eyes on his cock as my legs turn to jelly.

“Very,” I whisper, licking my lips and turning toward him. He continues moving toward me, slow as can be, and my heart pounds with each step he takes. “You’ve earned your prize.”

I expect heat, but his face goes soft as he steps closer to me, a hand on my bare waist pulling me to him. “We really don’t have to do that, Claire,” he says, a hand moving to brush hair back.

I reach up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his and groaning at the feel of him hard against me. The entire drive I thought about this, about tonight, and I’m already wet because of it.

When the kiss breaks, I whisper, “I really, really want to, Miles.” And then because he deserves an extra prize, I sink to my knees and look up at him, my hand wrapping around his cock and tugging once, twice, three times.

“Claire,” he says.

I smile wider, letting my tongue slide along the leaking slit at the end of his cock.

“Your prize, but I decide how you get it.” His eyes go hazy at that, at the memory of when he said those same words to me, when he teased me to no end. I smile, put my tongue out, and tap the head of his cock on it once, then twice.

“Claire,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I’m a kind torturer,” I say with a smile before wrapping my lips around the tip and sucking hard.

With that, he lets out a deep groan that throbs right between my legs. He wraps my hair around his fist and tugs, and my eyes meet his. I’m sure he can see the lust reflected there as he pushes the back of my head so a few inches of him go into my mouth before he pulls back, then repeats the move. Teasing himself, but also me.

“Get it nice and wet for me, baby,” he says, picking up the speed and fucking my face quicker, his hand in my hair guiding me along his hard length. ”Because tonight I‘m sliding into that ass of yours.”

My eyes drift shut as I moan at the thought, taking him deep until my nose touches his stomach. My legs shift, my thighs clenching as I try to get some kind of friction, some kind of relief from the need coursing through me. I think I could come like this, his cock down my throat, his hand in my hair, his growly moans filling the air around me.

He uses me for his pleasure, and I never—never—thought I’d be into that, into a man taking over like this, but here we are. I can feel my own wetness coating my legs, I’m so wet just from this alone.

“Fingers between your legs, Claire,” he says in a growl. “Play with yourself while you suck me off.”

My eyes go wide, and a near-pained smile spreads on his lips, but I waste no time at all, moving one hand from his hips to between my legs.

I’msoaked.

I moan around him as I swipe over my swollen, aching clit before I slide two fingers inside myself and start to ride them, fucking myself as I suck him off. The sounds in this room are absolutely feral: the wet of my mouth around his cock, his heavy breaths, the sound of my drenched fingers inside of myself.

It’s my own personal version of heaven.

Even more so when he starts to move my head at the same pace I fuck myself, making me moan around him.

“God, you look so pretty like this, mouth full of my cock, pussy full of your fingers. I bet you could make yourself come like this, couldn’t you? Barely a minute in, and you could come for me.”

I nod as well as I can, already tipping on the edge and knowing it would be the first of many tonight. He smiles then, looking almost devious when he’s looking down at me before he nods.

“Okay, baby. Make yourself come.”

With his words, I start to move in earnest, not having to be told twice. The sounds become even more explicit, my mouth getting sloppy as I moan around him, whimpering as I take myself there, his thrusts getting more uneven, small groans of his own leaving his lips and sending me tighter, my legs starting to quiver.

“Fuck, Claire, I could come just watching this, watching you fuck your fingers because you’re so turned on from sucking me off.” I loosen my jaw then, my eyes wide as he slides down my throat with ease. “Come for me, baby,” he says through gritted teeth, like holding himself back is actually paining him. “Make a mess. Drip onto that fucking floor for me.”

Some dirty thought runs over his face, and his cock grows harder in my mouth, throbbing, and that’s what sends me over the edge, what has me moaning deep and shaking as he slides deep down my throat one last time as I come, my body falling apart with my orgasm.

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