Page 39 of My Ex-Best Men
Gripping her hips tight, I pulled her flush with my body so she could feel just how much I wanted her. “You caught me. And I want you. You don’t need your vision to know that.”
I pulled her into the shower with me and took the brunt of the cold water before it turned hot. Claire plastered herself to me and licked water droplets from her lips. One of the things I’d always loved so much about her was the way her eyes hid nothing. She’d never been able to look at me when other people were around because those pretty honey brown eyes would’ve told everyone just how much she wanted me. I could see her need then, shining up at me like a lighthouse in a dark stormy night. She called me to her in ways she’d never known and would never know. There’d never been another woman who ever came close to making me feel what she did.
“Let me clean you.” I grabbed the soap and lathered my hands instead of a cloth. I wanted to touch every part of her. I cupped her full breasts and watched her nipples turn dark pink as blood rushed to them. They pebbled under my attention and I only moved on from them when I was sure she was spotless there.
Her soft stomach and flared hips made me think filthy thoughts about how she’d look swollen with my child. I turned her around and started at her shoulders, working my way back down. I pressed kisses to her spine as I lowered myself to myknees behind her and took special care washing her ass and thighs. I stroked and massaged them until she had to grip the wall in front of her to stay on her feet.
“Spread your legs.” Cleaning her sex was an act of restraint. I teased her but never gave her what she needed. I planted wet kisses on her ass and inner thighs but that was all I’d do. Standing again, I took even more time washing her hair. I worked the shampoo into her scalp and smiled as she moaned and let me contort her body any way I needed. “Good girl, Claire. We just need conditioner now and you’ll be all clean.”
Once I had the conditioner in her hair, she turned on me and glared at me through heavy eyelids. “You need to be cleaned, too, Will.”
I held up my hands and braced myself for her revenge. It was worse than I thought possible when she started on her knees and took her time cleaning every inch of my skin from my feet to my thighs. She ignored the way my cock jumped and pulsed in front of her and thoroughly cleaned my balls and ass. I was so damn lost in the feel of her hands that I happily leaned against the cold tile wall and let her take care of my chest and arms.
She turned me around and managed to clean my back with her body pressed as closely as possible. Then she reached around me from behind and cleaned my cock with long, slow strokes. Her lips and tongue made the muscles in my back clench and release while her hand lost its soapiness and still stroked my length. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to take another second, she froze and snatched her hand away. I groaned in pain and tried to reach around for her but she pressed her fingers into a spot under my ribs on my side and ignored me.
“Will…”
I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead into the wall, unsure of how she was going to react to the tattoo hidden amongst themany others that decorated my skin. I hadn’t considered she’d ever see it.
“I figured if you ever saw it, you wouldn’t realize what it was.” I didn’t recognize my own voice or the rawness of it.
“When… When did you get this?”
“The first summer after you left.”
Her fingers traced the detailed sun tattoo. “Why here?”
I took her hand and slowly pulled her around so she was pinned between my body and the wall. “In protective gear, that spot under the arm is still vulnerable. At the right angle, a shot to the heart is possible. What better place to put your namesake?”
Her eyes stayed on the tattoo. “You’re the only person who ever looked up the meaning of my name… Is that what I was, Will? A shot to the heart?”
I smiled. “Every fucking day.”
35
***Claire***
The tattoo sealed my fate. Hearing Will say he cared about me was one thing but seeing it in ink on his skin made it real. I touched the beautiful sun again and then looked up at the intense expression on his face. The smile had faded as he waited on my response. Words failed me so I chose to show him how I felt with my body. I dropped to my knees and gripped his hips as I opened my mouth and took his length into my mouth. With my head pinned between his body and the shower wall, I didn’t have much room to work with but I was determined.
“Fuck. Claire, you don’t-” He didn’t finish his sentence when I took him deeper.
I breathed through my nose and pushed myself to do more and be better for him. I wanted to make him feel as good as that tattoo made me feel. I wanted him to know how much I cared about him without needing to formulate the words. I looked up at him as I sucked and moaned when I saw the expression on his face. He was holding back and I didn’t want him to.
He must’ve seen the challenge in my gaze because his jaw tightened. “Stop looking at me like you want me to devour you, baby.”
I reached up and grabbed his hands where they were pressed into the wall and brought them down to my head. He’d spent months being delicate with me when we were together. He gave me the best introduction to sex I could’ve ever had. I wanted to give him the best of me in return.
Will tightened his grip on my head and growled. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”
I relaxed my throat and trailed my hand down to my core. Will let himself go and he gave me a taste of the power that radiated off of his body. He pinned my head to the wall by my hair and fucked my mouth through my gags and gargling. He pulled back every few thrusts to let me breathe but then he was back, thrusting deep and fast.
I stroked my clit fast in time with those thrusts and when I felt Will’s first jet of come paint the back of my throat, I came hard. I swallowed as much of his come as I could and slumped against the wall when he pulled out and sprayed the last few jets on my chest. Moaning with my hand still between my thighs, I expected a few minutes of recovery time but Will proved that he was a different breed.
He picked me up and entered my aching core with one deep stroke. Then his mouth was on mine as he pressed me into the glass shower door. He kissed me hard and let his come smear all over our chests. He growled when I wrapped my limbs around his hard body. “I never got to hear you really scream my name before, Claire. I want to hear it.”
My head dropped back into the door as he drove his dick into me hard and fast. My nerve endings took a pounding and loved every second of it. I was barely containing my pleasure when hedropped his mouth to my throat and sucked. Giving him what he wanted, I screamed his name as I came.
Will shut off the water and carried me to his bedroom. Dropping me down on it, he followed me, spreading my thighs wide with his body as he continued fucking me with quick, pleasurable snaps of his hips. He dropped his hand between our bodies and teased my clit until I was coming again.
