“Not at all.”
“That sucks. Good thing I know better.” All I could think about was the way Seth played my body like a pro.
“Speaking of…this afternoon.”
“I can be ready in an hour,” I confirmed, my body buzzing at the memory and already looking forward to an afternoon of relaxation in the best ways.
“I’ll meet you at your place.”
“Done.”
“See you soon, Claire.”
“Looking forward to it.”
I hung up and started back home double time. I had an hour to get ready, and I still had to shave my legs and other regions. If I was going to spend the afternoon with Seth, I would be prepared for whatever came. And I was hoping to hell that was me.
The afternoon had flown by. After lunch of greasy fish and chips on the pier, Seth had taken me with him to look at a couple of apartments he was interested in. Something I definitely hadn’t been expecting. Wearing my cut-off jeans, flowy tank top, and my good thongs with sparkles on them, I was definitely not dressed to be apartment shopping. And the stuck up, suit-wearing, skanky real estate agent made sure I knew it too.
We looked at three apartments, and the whole time I was trying to tamp down my enthusiasm and excitement. They were all beautiful. Huge open spaces. Light filled. Clean, modern lines. And the bathrooms, don’t even get me started. I’d always wanted a rainfall showerhead, and his and hers sinks, and these ones were all done out in marble and chrome.
But as if the apartments themselves weren’t enough, Seth was on another level. He was asking questions about levies, sinking funds and maintenance clauses. Not to mention secure parking and crime statistics. He sounded like a real, proper grown up. If he traded the low-slung board shorts and tight t-shirt that pulled across his chest for a crisp business suit, he would’ve pulled off the property tycoon without batting an eyelid. It was hot as fuck.
After we’d finished up, I wasn’t ready to call it a day, and from the way Seth was dragging his feet, it felt like I wasn’t the only one either. We headed back to his place and the moment I was out of the car I pounced on him. I don’t know if it was watching him play the role of the sophisticated businessman or maybe it was just the idea of someone my own age being grown up enough to even contemplate buying their own place. God knows it wasn’t on my agenda any time soon.
When he bit my bottom lip, I groaned and rubbed myself against him, the seam in my shorts helping provide the friction I was searching for.
“Inside. Now!” I begged shamelessly.
Bumbling down the drive, I licked the spot just under Seth’s ear, eliciting a strangled gasp deep from the back of his throat before he came to a halt. “What?” I panted as I unwound my legs from around his waist and slid down his hard body to the ground.
Clearing his throat, Seth pointed over my shoulder.
My cheeks burned.
I didn’t need to turn around to know we weren’t alone.
Fuck it!
I don’t know if I was more embarrassed because I’d been caught dry humping Seth in the driveway or disappointed because we had an audience and that had put a halt to an afternoon of fun and fucking.
“Seth.”
I didn’t want to turn around.
I couldn’t.
My feet were frozen where I stood.
Seth stepped towards me, wrapping me in his arms before spinning me and tucking me against him. “Hey, Luca. Elise. Great afternoon for gardening,” he said so casually I wanted to junk punch him. Here I was humiliated and wishing the ground would open up and swallow me, and Seth was talking about gardening or some bullshit.
“Great day.” Elise smirked, knowing exactly what we’d been up to.
“Well, we were just stopping by so I could change, and then we’ll be out of your hair.” That was news to me, but I wasn’t about to object.
As Seth half-dragged me into the house, I heard Elise call out behind me, “You guys don’t have to leave.”
But we did.
We so did.
And the sooner the better if it was my choice.
Bursting through Seth’s bedroom door, I threw myself on the bed with a bounce in a fit of giggles. I looked ridiculous, but the harder I tried to control it the quicker they came, to the embarrassing point that I actually snorted. Like out loud. Like a pig.
Thankfully, Seth didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy shoving stuff in a backpack before disappearing into the bathroom. When he reappeared, he had a mischievous smile across his face.
“What?” I asked, wiping at my face assuming I had something on there. After all, that was exactly something I’d do.
“Nothing,” he replied with a short shake of his head. “You ready to get out of here?”
“Let’s go.”
“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!” I squawked as I darted towards the windows.
I couldn’t believe it. After we’d left Seth’s place, I assumed he was taking me home. And he did. But only long enough for me to pack a bag and grab something to wear out for dinner. Then, like the little sneak he was, he’d driven us into the city and into the underground car park of a swanky hotel.
Arriving at the check-in counter, I almost choked on my breath when there was a reservation ready and a bellhop waiting. While Seth signed the paperwork, I was handed a glass of champagne, and my pink overnight bag that’d seen better days was whisked away.
Now I was standing in a fancy arse hotel room, staring out the picture windows across Sydney Harbour. It was beautiful, that was unquestionable, but the view from here was spectacular. I could see the ferries bobbing on the water as they passed under the Sydney Harbour Bridge, while the Opera House had the lights turned on against the early evening sky. People filled the cafés lining the boardwalk while others relaxed on the grass.
“It’s pretty incredible,” Seth whispered against my neck, and I got the distinct impression he wasn’t referring to the view.
When his arms wound around my waist, I cuddled him close, loving the way the warmth from his chest felt against my back. Spinning in his arms, I pushed up on my toes and kissed him. It wasn’t like our previous kisses. This didn’t start out hungry or frantic or desperate. This was something else. Something sweeter. Gentler. Something filled with meaning.
Cupping my face with his hands, Seth tilted me backwards until I was off-balance, relying on him to keep me standing before deepening the kiss. He’d turned our simple kiss into one of those old school, Hollywood style kisses. The ones that you saw in movies. It would’ve been romantic as fuck if his dick wasn’t digging into my thigh as the feral growl was torn from his throat.
20
Seth
While Claire was gawking out the window, I couldn’t tear my eyes off her legs. That short, flirty summer dress she was wearing was doing all sorts of things to me. It’d taken every single ounce of restraint to not pull over on the side of the road on our way into the city and drag her into the backseat. I swear she’d changed into the damn thing just to fuck with me. Minx.
Prowling towards her, I kicked off my shoes before my hands found her hips. Hearing the gasp of breath pass through her pink, pouty lips made my dick twitch. While Claire had made a beeline for the view, which I’ll admit was worth every cent of this overpriced room, I was checking out the California king bed and wondering what was on the room service menu. My plans had been to take Claire out somewhere nice for dinner before bringing her back here and banging her seven ways to Sunday, but now, room service was looking like the better option. Once I got her naked, there wasn’t much chance we were going anywhere in a hurry.
Weaving my arms around her waist, her fingers tangled with mine as she dropped her head back against my shoulder. Breathing her in, she smelt like strawberries and my mouth watered. Dipping my head down, I nuzzled at her neck, and when she tilted her head, giving me better access, I knew it was on. Placing wet, open mouth kisses along the smooth, creamy column of her neck, Clair
e let out a breathless little sigh as her grip tightened.
For minutes we stood there, teasing each other, the tension building slowly and the temperature rising. Glancing down over her shoulder I could see straight down the top of her dress, down to the straining white lace bra encasing her heaving tits. Claire’s lips were parted, and her eyes closed. She was fucking stunning. Completely lost in the moment, she held nothing back. Leaning on me, trusting me to take care of her, I couldn’t let her down. I wouldn’t.
Breaking her hold on my hands, I needed to feel her, she pouted briefly, but when I snaked one hand down and found her leg, she rocked forward, hands splayed on the glass window in front of her. It was like she couldn’t stand on her own. Like she didn’t trust her legs to hold her upright. The powerful feeling was addictive.
“Seth.” My name fell from her lips like a plea.
Dragging my hand up her leg, it disappeared under her dress until I was palming her arse. Kneading it. Holding it. Squeezing it. Claire must’ve been enjoying the feeling because she pushed back against my hand, silently begging for more. I wasn’t going to disappoint her.
Ignoring my needy cock, I slid my hand between her legs feeling the dampness of her lacy panties. “Fuck, Claire! You’re soaked.”
“Your fault,” she murmured, rocking against me.
Increasing the pressure, I traced circles over the material bringing her closer to the edge but not quite pushing her over. There was no way in hell I was going to hurry this along. We had all night and a late checkout, and I planned on making every single one of those moments count. Two weeks of jerking off had given me callouses on my hands, now I was this close to the real thing, nothing was going to stop me from taking advantage.
Keeping the rhythm steady, I cupped her boob through her dress feeling her nipple pebble beneath my fingers. Slowly, methodically I strummed my thumb back and forth across it loving the way Claire shivered against me as her desperation grew.
Tilting her head back, her eyes flickered open only to reflect my own lust-filled gaze. Without warning, Claire reached up and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, dragging my lips down against hers before kissing me with all her pent-up frustration. While her tongue duelled with mine, I increased the pressure of my fingers and within seconds she was left a trembling mess in my arms. Tearing her lips away from mine, Claire panted as her rocking slowed and she rode out her orgasm.
Reaching down, she grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from her before spinning around and, without a word, sank to her knees.
“You don’t have to…”
Instead of answering with words, she reached up with very skilled fingers and dragged down my zipper before pulling my aching, weeping cock out. As soon as her hand wrapped around my shaft, I felt myself grow even harder. The first swipe of her tongue across my head had my knees almost buckling.
“Oh, shit…”
Wrapping her lips around me, Claire wasn’t shy or cautious in her assault. She was a woman on a mission, and within seconds, I was on the verge of exploding straight down her throat. Unable to hold back, my hips rocked back and forth. While she worked her mouth like a Hoover, she tugged my pants down to my ankles before grabbing my balls. When she rolled them in the palm of her hand, I felt an all too familiar tingling creeping up my spine.
“Claire…I’m…I’m…gonna…”
Sitting back on her heels, Claire looked up at me through her eyelashes, still pumping me with her hand. “Do it,” she challenged before taking as much as she could of me down her throat. When she murmured around my cock, the vibrations from her talented tongue sent me catapulting over the edge. Flooding her mouth, I came with a growl.
Licking me clean, Claire reached for my hand, and I pulled her to her feet before shoving my tongue halfway down her throat, tasting myself. Even though she’d had me seeing stars barely seconds ago, my dick was already twitching at the thought of round two. Scooping her up, I shuffled over to the bed, trying not to trip on my pants. Kicking them away, I laid her down in front of me. She looked like pure fucking perfection. Her lips swollen, her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed. I couldn’t fucking wait to be inside her.
As hard as it was, I stepped away from Claire, grabbing my backpack and pulling out the new box of condoms I’d thoughtfully packed. I mightn’t have been prepared for much, but this fuck fest, I was definitely ready and raring to go.
Three sweaty hours later and I couldn’t move a muscle.
We’d fucked each other every which way until there was nothing left. Claire was incredible. Insatiable. Her stamina. And don’t even get me started on her flexibility. Now she was lying beside me, curled on her side wrapped around a pillow with her eyes closed. Her breathing was slow and steady, but she wasn’t quite asleep. Yet.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to go out to eat?” I offered, hoping to hell she said no. The last thing I wanted to do right now was put on pants!
“I can’t even feel my legs. I’m not walking anywhere,” Claire mumbled sleepily.
“Room service then?”
“Mmm.”
With her long blonde hair spread out on the pillow behind her she looked almost magical. And I already knew her mouth was. Reaching over to the bedside table, I knocked the glass of water over momentarily staring at it like a complete loser as it trickled across the wooden tabletop and dribbled down onto the carpet.
“Shit!” I finally said, reaching over to right it. Ignoring the wet patch, I snagged the menu, and after struggling to get a coherent response from Claire, I just placed an order.
I jumped in the shower while I waited for our food to be delivered. Turning on the faucet, I waited for the room to fill with steam before stepping under the stream. Falling in huge, heavy drops, the hot water felt so good against my aching shoulders. Resting my head against the cool tiles, I let my tired eyes fall closed when I felt a cool breeze against my bare butt.
A hand touched the centre of my back, and a strangled groan was torn from the back of my throat. I was exhausted. There was absolutely no way I was up for another round right now. Shame my traitorous dick didn’t get the message, twitching at the idea.
“Claire…I…” I couldn’t even get the words out.
What sort of loser chump boy turns down a chick like Claire when she’s asking for sex? Only an idiot that’s who. An idiot…and me.
“Breathe, big boy.” She smiled, stepping under the stream of water and letting it rain down through her hair and over her magnificent tits. “We’re just getting cleaned up.” With her hands on my hips, she lifted up on her toes and kissed me lightly on the lips.
“What if I prefer getting you all dirty?”
“Feed me first. Then we’ll see what we can do about that.” With a salacious grin and mischievous wink, Claire turned her back to me and poured a glob of shower gel into her palm.
Tonight was going to be a good night.
A good good night.
21
Claire
Work was hard.
Harder than it needed to be.
Maybe it was because I was aching in places I didn’t even know I could ache. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that was muddling my brain. Or maybe I just wasn’t cut out for this waitressing gig after all. The novelty was wearing off, and after spending almost twenty-four hours with Seth, I was not only surprised I wasn’t sick of him, but I actually wanted more. I didn’t want my shifts to get in the way of us hanging out. Once the season started and he was travelling for games, things would get harder anyway. If there was something I could do to try and make things a bit easier, then that’s what I wanted to do.
That’s why as soon as my shift finished, I’d raced home, got changed, and spent almost half an hour blowing out my hair. If I wanted to convince someone to hire me as a hairdresser, then I needed to at least look neat, tidy, and put together. Not freshly fucked and feeling every moment of it.
Pounding the pavement wasn’t fun. Actually, it sucked arse, but nothing el
se I’d done was working. I had to stand out from the crowd, and if it took pimping myself out to do that, then I was going to do my best Julia Roberts impersonation and own that shit.
The first place I visited wouldn’t even talk to me. With a wave of her hand, I was dismissed. She didn’t even want to know about my past experience or what I could bring to her salon.
The second wasn’t much better. Not that I actually wanted to work there. After meeting the owner, who was actually the pseudo husband of the woman I thought was the owner, I knew I wouldn’t feel comfortable working for him. There was something about the thick gold chains that dangled around his neck, chains which I was almost one hundred percent positive were plastic, and the mass amount of thick greasy hair spilling out of his collar, which in itself had two buttons too many undone had me glad I wouldn’t be the last one out at night and left to lock up with him. Just being near him, drowning in the overpowering stench of cheap cologne had me tucking my bag under my arm and making a break for it.
By the time I got to the fifth salon, two suburbs over I was feeling flat and like this whole exercise had been a gigantic waste of time. Nothing was working. No one was hiring. And once they heard that I’d worked for Vickie and been let go, that was pretty much the nail in my coffin. They didn’t even want to hear my side of the story. Arseholes.
Feeling lousy, I stopped in a coffee shop and ordered myself a latte and one of the biggest, most decadent slices of chocolate cake I’d ever seen. When the young guy behind the counter asked if I wanted ice cream with it, I started to feel better.
Grabbing a table outside in the sun, I turned the folder of resumes over, trying to forget they existed for a minute. I needed a break and to get out of my own head. Taking a bite of my cake, I moaned appreciatively.
“Enjoying that?”
Choking on the mouthful I was shovelling in, I turned to find Beth standing beside the table looking absolutely fucking stunning. Somehow, she made the simple look classy and classic. Jeans, boots, and a faded Rolling Stones t-shirt, but it was the deep burgundy lipstick and smoky eyes that made her stand out.
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