The Taste of Mr. Davenport

by Jessica Ingro

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  The bass pounded as Elise and Claire danced together provocatively at the club. Bobby and his friends, Matt and Brian, were standing nearby against a wall watching. Whenever the girls would run their hands over each other, they practically salivated. Claire wanted to laugh at how obvious they were being, but she kept up her actions because Elise really wanted Bobby to fuck her tonight. Elise thought this was a sure way to seal the deal. Claire personally didn’t think she needed to, but what did she know?

  “Doesn’t Bobby look so tasty in those tight jeans?” Elise asked before bending her knees sliding her body down Claire’s. “And I think Brian really wants to fuck you.”

  “I’m really not all that interested,” Claire replied and then dipped her hips low, sticking her ass out teasingly.

  “Not interested? Are you nuts? He’s like captain of the baseball team at Georgia Tech. You can’t go wrong there. I bet he knows what he’s doing.”

  Claire resisted rolling her eyes. Elise also thought that last two guys she hooked Claire up with knew what they were doing. She had yet to experience the big ‘O’ unless it was her own hand or vibrator delivering it. She wanted a man with experience. An older man. A man like Carter.

  “If you aren’t going to fuck Brian, do you mind if I leave with Bobby in a little bit? I’m sure his friends will give you a ride home.” Claire couldn’t believe Elise was leaving her hanging on their first night out. They had a pact to never leave the other one alone when they were out drinking. She must really like this boy if she was going to break the pact.

  “Actually, I think I’m just going to catch a cab back to your Dad’s. I’m kind of tired from all the sun today and those drinks went right to my head.” It was partially true. Claire was feeling tipsy, but she wasn’t tired. No, she was full of energy. Energy she was hoping to have Carter work out of her if she played her cards right.

  “You sure?” Elise asked, but you could hear the hopefulness in her voice.

  “I’m sure,” Claire reassured her.

  Elise smiled wide and gave her a tight hug. “Thank you! I’m going to stay over at his house tonight so don’t wait up.”

  Claire nodded and continued dancing. After a few more songs, she ducked into a cab and headed back to the beach house. Anticipation filled her, making her nipples tingle and her panties damp. She couldn’t wait to have the night alone with him.

  * * *

  Laying on his bed with the only light coming from the television, Carter’s ears perked up when he heard the front door close. Confused when he didn’t hear any sounds of young girls having probably drank too much, he padded out of his room and down the hall. He stopped abruptly when he saw Claire alone in the entryway, untying her shoes that wrapped around her ankles. She stumbled a bit, so he raced over to her and propped her up against the wall.

  “Sorry. I borrowed these from Elise and have no idea how to get them off.” She blew a stray piece of hair out of her eyes and gave him a shy smile.

  He bent down and wrapped his fingers around her dainty ankle. He tried really hard not to notice how smooth and soft her skin was. Or the smell of strawberries that lingered around her. And he definitely tried to keep his eyes from venturing up her short little dress. It was of no use though. He noticed everything.

  His fingers slowly undid the straps, lingering over her skin. With both feet free of her shoes, he had no choice but to glance up at her. When he did, he saw her eyes were hooded and her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

  He set her foot on the floor and stood, acutely aware that all he had on was a pair of boxers that were starting to tent. “Claire, I—”

  Carter didn’t get to finish his thought because Claire leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue tentatively traced his bottom lip, and he lost it. Completely. Lost. It.

  Groaning, he pushed her roughly against the wall and claimed her mouth with his tongue. He swept in and delved deep, tasting her sweetness. And God help him, he liked it. He wanted more of it. He had to have it all.

  Carter ran his hand up her taut stomach and cupped one perfect breast. His thumb swept over the nipple, making Claire moan in his mouth. The sound spurred him further. Snaking under the loose top of her dress, his hand went into the cup of her bra and pinched her nipple. This time Claire broke from his mouth and panted, “Do that again.”

  When he did, he was awarded with her pressing her hips into his erection. Fuck that felt good. Too good. He needed to get away from her. From the temptation she posed. None of this was right. He couldn’t give in to the sinful thoughts that were taking over his brain.

  Shutting down his impulses, Carter stepped back from her and watched her body slouch down the wall. “I shouldn’t have allowed that. I’m truly very sorry if I’ve given you the wrong impression, Claire.”

  “But I wanted that,” she pouted with a wounded look on her face.

  “I know. I’m sorry. That can’t happen again. I’m old enough to be your father and Elise is your friend.”

  She took a step towards him. “Trust me. I do not think of you as a father. I want you to fuck me, Carter.” She swallowed hard and remembered the mystery woman’s earlier words. “I want you to eat me and fuck my tight, little pussy.”

  Carter visibly shuddered at her words. Those sexy as fuck words coming from her sweet little mouth. God, he had such an urge to fuck that mouth. To come all over her. He shook his head and took another step towards the hall. “No. I won’t. I’m sorry.”

  * * *

  Claire stomped into the guest bedroom after watching Carter’s retreating form. How could this have gone so terribly wrong? She was all worked up thanks to their make out session and he just walked away from her. She thought for sure she had him right where she wanted him. But no, he decided to have strong willpower.

  Stripping out of her clothes, she climbed under the covers naked and turned off the light. Running her hands over her heated flesh stoked the embers still burning from touching Carter. She pinched her nipples the way Carter did, loving how it sent wetness rushing between her legs. While one hand continued to toy with her breast, the other one slowly slid down her body, leaving goose bumps in its wake. When her fingers ran up her slit, she couldn’t believe just how wet she was. Working herself over with her fingers, she enjoyed the sensations building inside, but it wasn’t enough. Needing more, she reached into the nightstand and grabbed the vibrator she had put there the day before, after she used it while thinking of Carter.

  Turning it on full speed, she gasped and moaned when it touched her swollen clit. Pressing her head deeper into the pillow, her legs fell apart further. The cool metal of the vibrator was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her skin.

  “Oh yes,” she groaned out. “Fuck me, Carter. Harder. Yes.”

  Dipping the pulsing tip into her pussy, her words became louder. Her legs started to tremble, and her breathing was labored as pleasure coursed through her body. “Take me, Mr. Davenport. Fuck me like the bad little girl I am.”

  * * *

  Carter punched the pillow and muttered another curse. The buzzing started a few minutes ago and now she was telling him to fuck her. What the fuck had he done to deserve this torture?

  Unbeknownst to his brain, his hand reached down and curled around his rock hard cock and started pumping. Yeah. That felt good and gave him some much needed relief. He imagined it was Claire’s hand on him, stroking him and spreading his pre-come over the tip.

  Just like that, baby girl. He closed his eyes and fucked himself to the tune of her own masturbation.

  “Fuck me like the bad little girl I am.” Her words were muted by the distance across the hall, but he heard them just the same. His hand stilled on his cock, and he groaned loudly. How the hell could he say no to that? He could just picture her tight cunt sucking him in deep while he fucked her from behind.

  “Oh God, I’m going to come,” she cried out, and he vaulted out of bed and found himself rushing acro
ss the hall. The door to the guest bedroom slammed against the wall with the force behind his movements.

  “What—” Claire started. Her eyes were wide, and she gripped the sheet against her chest. The buzzing of the since forgotten vibrator filled the dead air between them.

  “You want me to fuck you?” Carter asked, stalking towards the bed like a predator. If Claire wanted this, she was going to take him the way he liked. Hard and rough with some dirty thrown in for fun.

  Claire licked her lips and nodded her head. Her grip loosened on the sheets and Carter whipped them away from her body. The second he got a look at her completely naked with her legs spread wide, his restraint snapped. He pushed his boxers down his legs, kicking them away. He leaned over, picked up the vibrator and thrust it inside her dripping wet pussy. She cried out and flung her head back. Carter settled in between her legs and began licking and sucking her clit rhythmically along with the thrusts of the vibrator.

  Claire’s whimpers grew louder and more urgent. “I… I’m going to come so fucking hard,” she shouted. Her hands had a death grip on his hair. Her hips rolled and pressed into his face seeking out her release. He moved his mouth against her pussy, his tongue licking back and forth like lightning. “Ohhhh!” Claire cried out, and Carter felt her muscles contracting through her climax.

  He pulled the vibrator out and turned it off before he climbed up her body. Their mouths crashed together in a fit of passion. It was a hungry kiss, filled with need and pent up lust.

  “I love the way I taste on you,” Claire whispered when she tentatively reached down and wrapped her hand around his impressive length. She stroked feverishly and Carter thought he was going to lose it. She may be inexperienced, but she certainly had enthusiasm. Pushing on his chest, she rolled him to his back and covered his body with hers. Her mouth sought his out again, and their tongues rubbed one another in a sensuous promise of what was to come.

  Her tongue ran down his neck and painted circles around his nipples before continuing down his body. All his muscles tensed in hopes that she would suck him. God, he really wanted to fuck that mouth.

  Her tongue traced the underside of his cock, licking around the head and then she sucked him back with such vigor a hoarse shout left his lips.

  “God, this is so wrong,” he groaned out. She had the most perfect mouth, and she was giving world class head. Fuck, but he was going to hell for this.

  “But it feels so right,” she panted before taking him deep into her throat.

  “Claire, baby. Let go of my cock and crawl up here so I can fuck you.”

  With hesitation, she did what he said, but it was obvious she liked what she was doing. When she settled over him, he rolled her underneath him, and his hand went between her legs. Fuck, she was drenched. Carter couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her. He had to know what she felt like wrapped around his cock.

  His hands went behind her knees and hiked them up, right before he drove in with so much force it pushed them up bed.

  “Yes,” Claire cried out. “Fuck me hard. I want to come again.”

  Carter moved inside her with a fast rhythm. She was so damn tight, he couldn’t get enough.

  “Your cock is so big,” she breathed. “So much bigger than Ronny was. Oh, Mr. Davenport.”

  “That’s right, baby girl. You have such a sweet, little cunt. I want you to come on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?”

  “Oh God!” She shouted at the first sign that she was coming. “Fuck me harder. Make me come!”

  He changed the angle of his hips and slammed into her, making her fly apart. He watched in fascination as her body convulsed and her hands held a death grip on the sheets. After she came down, he moved faster and pounded into her even harder, knowing he was probably hurting her and not caring. It felt too damn good to worry about repercussions or consequences. And when he exploded, it was longer and more powerful than he could remember ever happening to him before.

  Chapter Three

  Claire woke up and stretched her deliciously sore muscles. She and Carter had sex once more before he retreated back to his bedroom the night before. Neither of them knew when Elise was going to be back and had decided for now to keep things quiet. It was going to be hard acting like nothing had happened between them, when, in fact, everything had changed. What was a crush before was quickly turning into more on her side. He was everything she ever wanted in a man, and he definitely knew how to bring her body pleasure, which was a huge bonus. She just hoped he felt the same way about her.

  Padding down the hall, she found Elise and Carter sitting on stools at the bar in the kitchen. His chest was again bare, and she desperately wanted to taste him, to wrap herself around him and ride him to climax again. Instead, she squeezed Elise’s shoulders and settled onto her own stool.

  “Daddy has to go out of town for a last minute photo shoot, so we have the whole day to ourselves. What do you want to do?” Elise asked in between bites of her cereal.

  Claire’s eyes darted to Carter’s, and she could see guilt there. That made her feel a little better about him leaving, but not much. She poured her own bowl of cereal and tried not to let the disappointment consume her.

  “Um, I’m not sure. Maybe we can go into town and hit up the shops there. I could use a new bikini.” She chanced a glance at Carter under her lashes and was rewarded when she saw his dark eyes on her.

  “Great.” Elise pushed her bowl to the side and jumped up. “I’m going to shower and get ready. I can’t wait to shop. And hey, maybe we can find a guy for you to hook up with this summer!”

  “Elise,” Carter barked at his daughter. “Take care of your bowl.”

  Once they were alone and the shower was running, Carter turned to Claire. His expression was masked. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “I’m sorry about leaving after last night. I think it’s for the best though. What we did was wrong. I should have never taken advantage of you.”

  Pain pierced Claire’s heart hearing him say it was a mistake. How could he think that? It was perfect. Every single second. Every single touch. Every single moan and groan. She wouldn’t change anything about it. She might be young, but she knew what she wanted. What she needed. And for once she was going to take what it was she craved. Instead of life passing her by, she was going to grab on with both hands and never let it go.

  Feeling desperation at his words, she tried to portray a calm and cool façade that she just wasn’t feeling. She got up from her stool and walked the few feet to him. She pushed his legs wider so that she could fit between them. Stepping close to him so that she could feel his heat and smell his masculine scent, she ran her hands up and down his bare chest. Enjoying the feel of his muscles and the light smattering of hair under her fingers.

  “You can’t deny that we have crazy chemistry,” she whispered. She could feel his length growing against her stomach and it spurred her on. “All I can think about is licking you. Tasting you. Sucking you until you come down my throat. I want you inside me again. No, I need you inside me. Carter, you can’t stop this. All we can do is see what happens.”

  Her hands descended to his erection, and she began to stroke him through his loose shorts. She dipped under the elastic and wrapped her hand firmly around him. She bit back a smile when Carter braced one hand on the counter and the other on her hip. She stroked him quickly and firmly. His breathing was heavier now, more erratic. Little groans vibrated from him, causing wetness to pool between her legs and dampen her panties.

  “Suck it,” he whispered in her ear. Her pussy spasmed at his words. They both frantically worked to free him from the confines of his shorts. She bent over and bracing her hands on his knees took him as deep as she could into the wet and warm recesses of her mouth.

  Carter’s hands flew to Claire’s head and guided her motions over him. He fucking loved the way she gave head. It was better than women who had been doing it for years. With one ear tuned to the sounds in the bathroom, he sat back a
nd enjoyed her working him over with her mouth. Each suck, lick and teeth graze had him closer and closer to pouring himself down her throat.

  She was making it damn hard to stop what he never should have started. Lying in bed last night after leaving her, he knew that she was going to be the death of him if he didn’t put the brakes on. She was like an addiction. Her cream was the sweetest he had ever tasted. Her pussy gripped him so tightly it was like nirvana. And when she smiled at him, it warmed him in places he never realized had gone cold.

  “Carter, I need you inside me. I… I… Please,” she pleaded before taking him in her mouth again. His daughter always took long showers, constantly using up the hot water. He was already close to the edge, so it wouldn’t take much to finish him off. Shit. He couldn’t believe he was really going to do this.

  “Climb up here,” he gritted out when her mouth pulled back with an ungodly suction.

  She stood abruptly and pulled her underwear down her long legs that peeked out under her long nightshirt. His pulse sped up, and his dick throbbed as she settled over him. He could feel the wetness and warmth of her pussy rubbing along his shaft. He aligned himself and lowered her over his pulsing cock. She cried out and he hushed her with his mouth, swallowing each of her moans. She rose and lowered on him, grinding on him magnificently. There wasn’t much room for movement on the bar stool, but it wasn’t necessary. The motion they had going was more than enough.

  The bathroom door opened and they stilled their motions. Claire’s eyes glanced nervously to the hallway on the other side of the room. It felt like forever between one door opening and another one closing, but once Elise was in her room and music started playing Claire started moving again. Within seconds he felt her contracting around him. His hand flew up and covered her mouth in enough time to hush her cries.

  Once she came down he found his release, groaning far too loudly and spilling into her. Claire kissed his neck sweetly and then looked down into his eyes. Nothing but contentment showed in hers. “The thrill of getting caught with your cock buried deep inside me was enough to set me off.” He was learning that the things Claire said when they were alone never failed to shock him. She was naughty that was for sure.