Page 14 of I'll Catch You
“Here,” Peter says, coming up behind me, “have another sip of tea. It’s hottoday.”
“Thanks,” I say as he puts it in my hand. I don’t turn around. I take another sip of the tea. It’sperfect.
I feel him moving behind me. If he were to make a move, I wouldn’t block him. I’ve never been too shy to make the first move, but with him it’s different. My first kiss was the same guy who Cassie pushed off his bike on the playground when we were kids. I was eighteen for my first kiss and I went in for it. It took him by surprise. After the playground incident it took some time for both of us to grow up. Once we did, we found each other again. And then when everything happened with my family he got distant. I realized then that I might come with too much baggage. But Peter is sticking around. It doesn’t make sense and I don’t like things that don’t make sense. I’d rather do a puzzle than write a story. I’d rather make a batch of my grandmother’s fish batter than make up my own recipe from scratch. Things have been difficult the last few years. That’s no secret to me or anyone else in this small town. Something tells me Peter would stick around if he knew what I’ve been through, but I don’t know if my heart can take thatchance.
“Oh wow,” he says behind me. I turn around with the hint of a tear pressing against the corner of my eye. He’s looking at the cabinet where all my dad’s finds are. A lot of coins, some that are actually pretty old. A few pieces of jewelry that he tried to find the owners of, but never could. There’s a gold cross that I really like, with a few green emeralds on it. A claddagh ring. There’s even an engagement ring in here. It isn’t worth much, and my dad posted on lost and found message boards and put up fliers everywhere to try to find the owner, but he didn’t have any luck. That was probably twenty years ago by now. He always told me he’d give that ring to the man who wanted to marryme.
“Yeah,” I say as I sidle up next to Peter. “These are all things my dad found with that old metaldetector.”
“The one you had on the beach lastnight.”
Was that really only last night? God, I feel like the last two days have taken up an entire month of mylife.
“It was his hobby. There actually used to be a pretty big community of people who like to comb the beaches out here for treasures likethese.”
“It’s remarkable,” he replies. There’s genuine wonder in his voice. I turn slowly to go sit on the couch. When I sit, I feel the splinter in my butt cheek pinch. Oof, that’s a bad angle. Peter looks over his shoulder at me and can see the discomfort on myface.
“Are you alright?” He comes over and sits next to me again, this time a little bitcloser.
“Yeah,” I breathe. I feel the sting of tears again, but they’re not from the splinter. In spite of how much I’ve tried to push him away, Peter very simply takes my chin in his hand and leans down to brush his lips against mine. He does it so softly and so sweetly and he doesn’t wait for me to ask or to give him a signal, but after just a moment it doesn’t feel so sweet anymore. This is not an innocent kiss. It’s slow and steady but it’s telling me exactly what this man is thinking. I feel my panties dampen as he deepens the kiss against me, brushing his tongue out and into my mouth. I feel a moan escape from my lips as he pulls me against his lap and makes me straddlehim.
His hands boldly go under my ass and he gives me a squeeze as a growl breaks inside his chest and my breath hitches in mine. He drags me closer to him, spread out on his parted knees, and I feel the hard length of his cock pressing up against me. I feel my hips rocking of their own volition as his hands rake up my back to pull my shirt over myhead.
He tosses it aside and glides his hands between my back and the strap of mybra.
His hand comes around to my front and he slowly unzips my shorts, making me moan again against his lips. His fingers tease me through my soaked panties and when he makes contact with how wet I am through the fabric, a chuckle breaks through his chest as he makes small, soft circles against myclit.
“You are so wet,” he gasps against my ear. I’m rendered speechless. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I breath him in and his fingers spread my lips apart through my panties as one finger draws a circle against my clit. “Let me cook for you tonight. Let me kiss you everywhere. Let me do whatever I need to do to win youover.”
I don’t answer. I don’t have to. He keeps going anyway. He doesn’t know if all of this will unlock my heart but I don’t think he cares in this moment. All this talk of winning me over falls to the wayside as pure hot lust takes over. His fingers crawl up against my panties and then dip down again as he turns me around in his lap so my ass is pressing up against his cock. He’s big. When I feel it twitch against me I wriggle up against it without even thinking. Something else takes over. Something stronger than me. Something that makes me want to sayyes.
His fingers glide down again but this time he puts his fingers inside my panties instead of touching me through them. Two of his fingers split my lips open and one finger traces a soft, tight circle against my clit as his lips make a trail of kisses behind my ear down to the nape of my neck. He pushes my hair away and I feel the ends brush against my breast. His free hand comes to the edge of my bra while the other keeps torturing myclit.
“It feels like you’re looking for something,” I say, my body getting hotter by the moment. He increases the pressure on my clit for a moment that’s gone before I can even register it. I gasp against the absence of a touch that could send me over the edge. “You’re going to make me come if you’re notcareful.”
“Then I won’t be careful,” he growls possessively. The finger he’s using to trace slow, tight circles dips lower and enters me, making the palm of his hand grind against my clit. My back arches and I press my ass up against his lap, squirming and panting against his cock. “Do you want to ride my cock or my hand? Take yourpick.”
“Do I have to pick one of those?” My body shifts as he puts his other hand between my legs to split my lips apart and grind on my clit with his otherhand.
“Unless you want me tostop.”
“No, please don’t stop. It…it feels too good,” I gasp as he slides two pinched fingers on either side of my clit. Oh god. A finger dips lower again and he curls it up inside me, reaching a fleshy pad of bliss behind my bellybutton.
“Oh my god,” I groan. How does he know exactly what to say and know exactly how I want to be handled? His dominant touch feels too good to be real. My back arches against his cock harder this time and my mind races. Everything inside my body is hot and heavy, my limbs like lead and my pussy burning up and soaking. I’ve never had a man touch me like this. I’m very much still inexperienced. I haven’t had time to date, and the farthest I’ve ever gone was a hand job. His dick was cold and I didn’t like it. But the heat under my ass right now, the pulsing energy coming from Peter’s stiff cock, is white-hot.
“You want to come on my cock or on my fingers?” His arms make a cage around me and I can’t help but grind against him. Tempting. It’s so tempting to ask him to slide his cock into me. It’s right there. But that would be crazy, right? It’s the middle of the day and there are beams of fresh, beautiful light coming through the windows. My front door is unlocked, for god’s sake. I take a deep breath in and the beautiful day mixed with my own desire and Peter’s irresistible scent make me wish this moment could lastforever.
“I don’t know,” I say, wriggling in hislap.
“Claire, if you keep moving like that you’re gonna make me come in my pants. We can’t have that. Cock or fingers. I’m going to make you come soon, so you better make a decision.” There’s a pause in his voice and I’m on edge as I wait for him to speak again. “Wait asecond.”
His touch halts briefly and without realizing what’s happening he’s pushing me onto my back. I watch through my eyelashes as he sits at the other end of the couch, hooks his fingers around the waist of my shorts and tugs them down, leaving my pantiesbehind.
He spreads my legs open and then glides his hands up the insides of my thighs. I swallow thickly as he gets to my wet pussy and he grabs my thong from the front and pulls it to theside.
“What are you doing?” I pant, one of my heels digging into his back. I lick my lips and watch as he places feather-light kisses up the inside of mythigh.
“You didn’t seem satisfied with either option I gave you, so I’m adding a third.” His lips come dangerously close to my clit before he passes it and kisses my belly. “If you don’t want to come on my tongue, tell menow.”
