The Taste of Mr. Davenport

by Jessica Ingro

  “You just being here is enough to make me lose my mind. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside you every time you leaned over and brushed your tits against my arm tonight. You’re a little minx when you want to be.”

  “Am I?” She asked. She knew she was trying to entice him. Claire secretly hoped that he would slip up in front of Elise and have no choice but to acknowledge their relationship and admit to his feelings.

  “You are. And I fucking love it,” he growled and her body responded with a shudder.

  “Carter—,” she began, but the words died on her lips when he took her mouth in a searing kiss. His hand fisted in her hair, and his tongue slipped inside and tangled with hers. There was so much passion behind the kiss. She wanted more of it. More of him.

  The sound of Elise and Bobby coming into the house had them breaking apart guiltily. Claire tried to nonchalantly wipe her mouth, but she knew it was no use. Her lips had to be swollen and red from that heart-stopping kiss.

  “Sorry I was such a bitch,” Elise settled back on the couch and looked back and forth between the two of them. “What were you guys doing?”

  Claire balled her hands into fists to hide the fact that they were shaking so badly. Could this be the moment she had longed for? Would Carter finally admit to wanting her for something other than a secret affair?

  “We weren’t doing anything, sweetheart. Just talking about how ridiculous you were and how crafty Bobby was for winning the game,” Carter smoothly answered.

  Elise’s eyes continued to dart between them suspiciously, but after several moments, she let it go with a shrug and suggested a card game instead.

  Carter let out a weighted sigh and picked up his beer. That was close. Far too close for his liking. He had a feeling his daughter knew more than she let on, and that wasn’t good. He needed to cool things with Claire. They only had another week together. Instead of getting as much of her as possible, it looked like he was going to have to slowly wean himself off of her.

  * * *

  “Carter?” Claire’s low murmur made Carter jerk awake. He watched as a faint light filtered into the room and then the door closed silently behind her.

  She walked hesitantly to the side of his bed and seated herself on the edge next to where he lay. Her body leaned towards his in a silent invitation. It was one he wanted to accept, but convinced himself he shouldn’t.

  “You should go back to bed, especially after Elise almost caught us tonight.”

  “I don’t want to. We only have a few more days together. I want to be with you.” Her hand reached out and settled on his chest. Without thinking he grabbed it and held it there.

  “I care about you, Claire. More than I probably should. We went into this knowing it had an expiration date. Maybe we should cool it for the rest of the time you’re here. I don’t want Elise asking questions and assuming things. It would only drive a wedge between the two of you and I don’t get much time with her as it is. If she cut me out because of our affair, I’d never forgive myself.”

  Claire’s heart broke at his words. She knew he had valid points, but she also knew she was far more optimistic than he was. It felt like she was constantly fighting an uphill battle with him. Not spending the remaining part of her vacation with him hurt too much to think about. She knew she was going to have to tell him what he wanted to hear so that she could still have a few more days of heaven.

  “We’ll be more careful.” At his protest, she continued hurriedly. “Please don’t walk away yet. I couldn’t bear to spend the next few days knowing there was so much distance between us. Just give me a few more days. Please.”

  She leaned in and kissed his lips, fanning the flames of Carter’s desire that never really went away thanks to her. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn’t. He would take one last offering from her and then do the right thing. He was too weak to stop her as her hand slid down his body and stroked him over his boxers.

  “Just one last time,” he whispered against her lips. “This has to be it, Claire. Do you understand?”

  She gazed down at him with swollen lips and glazed eyes. She was so wanton—always ready for him. She never turned him down. She constantly took his guidance and was anxious to pleasure him any way he wanted. She was utterly perfect. Beautiful both inside and out. Filled with a spirit that spoke to him on a deeper level than he wanted to admit.

  “Before we go any further, I need to know you agree. That you understand what I’m saying. You can’t come in here anymore and try to break down my guard. This has to be it.”

  “Okay,” Claire croaked out around the lump in her throat. She was grateful for the darkness because it concealed the tears welling up in her eyes.

  No sooner did she get the word out, then Carter had her on her back with his body covering hers completely. His warmth soothed her and excited her at the same time.

  “You feel so good beneath me.” He started a journey down her body with his mouth. He nipped and sucked and kissed every inch of her.

  When he made his way back up to her breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth, her back arched, and she moaned softly.

  “More,” she begged.

  He moved to the other breast and sucked that one in as well, while his fingers rolled the first one. His ministrations were sending jolts straight to her pussy.

  She planted a foot in the bed and bucked, rolling him on his back. He looked surprised for a second before he realized her intentions.

  Claire started at his neck, running her tongue down, along his collarbone, over his pecs, circling a nipple. Then down she went, exploring each ridge of his six-pack abs and the sexy ‘V’ where his hipbones were. What she really wanted, though, was his long, thick erection in her mouth and down her throat. She licked him from root to tip, sucked the head teasingly, and then took him down the back of her throat. Carter’s hand settled on her head, guiding her movements. She gagged when he pressed her head down. Her nose touched his pubic bone she had taken him so far. She managed to swallow around his length and within seconds she found herself on her back with Carter plunging into her roughly.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. His muscles strained as he pounded into her with more power than he had ever used before. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

  “You like this tight, little pussy? Does it feel good?” She decided to let go of any remaining inhibitions and hoped by saying all the dirty things she was thinking he would lose what remained of his control. She wanted him raw and filled with all the passion he had for her. It was exhilarating.

  “Come on. Come for me, baby girl.”

  “Carter.” His name rolled off her tongue as her eyes closed, and she lost herself to the orgasm that consumed every fiber of her being.

  He continued to pound into her. His release was just out of reach and it was going to be powerful when it finally hit. “Shit, I’m going to come.”

  “Wait! I want you to come on me. Mark me, Carter. Make me yours.”

  Carter hated to admit it, but it only took a nanosecond for him to decide he wanted that too. He knew he was sending her mixed signals, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He pulled out and pumped his cock. His balls tightened almost painfully. He needed to come so badly.

  “I’m sorry,” left his mouth brokenly as he climaxed on her tits and belly. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was apologizing for. Maybe it was the fact that he never should have touched her. Or the fact that he knew he was about to leave her broken hearted. Or maybe it was the fact that he wished he could give her more.

  Claire moaned as each hot stream landed on her body. She had never thought this would be sexy, but it was such a turn on. She found herself squirming with need again. She swiped her finger through the liquid on her nipple and tasted his salty release.

  “God, Claire,” he groaned again and dropped himself on top of her, taking her mouth in a blistering kiss.

  “Does my baby girl want m
ore?” He asked with a husky voice when she started grinding herself against him, seeking out friction for the growing ache inside her.

  “Yes,” she whimpered when his finger started circling her clit flawlessly.

  “Do you want my mouth or my fingers?” He dipped a finger inside her to emphasize the word.

  “You. Just. You,” she said in between heavy breaths.

  “Always me.” Carter slammed his three fingers inside her tight, little pussy and smiled when she pulled a pillow over her face to cover up her cry of pleasure. He was a sick bastard for taking pleasure in the fact that she wanted him any way she could get him. He loved it. He couldn’t get enough of it. Too bad he had to.

  He leaned down and sucked her clit into his mouth while massaging her G-spot with his finger. He felt her release when it began. It flooded his face and he licked up every bit of her he could.

  “Wow,” she whispered with a glazed over expression on her face. She looked so sated and relaxed. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms and hold her while she fell asleep. Telling himself that it would just be for a few minutes, he pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her. She nuzzled into his chest and murmured that she loved him before dozing off.

  Carter never imagined he would fall asleep. He just planned to hold her for a little while before tucking her into her own bed. When the sunlight streamed through the open blinds of his window, and Claire was still wrapped around him, he panicked—afraid Elise would discover them both naked in bed together.

  “Claire, wake up.” He shook her until she began to stir.

  “What time is it?” She asked sleepily.

  “It’s almost eight o’clock. Elise can’t find you in here. You have to get up and go to your own room.”

  “Oh shit!” She jumped up and scrambled for her nightgown and panties. She threw them on and started to rush to the door. At the last minute, she stopped and changed directions, heading for him where he lay on the bed.

  “Bye,” she whispered and gave him a kiss that would have had his toes curling if he were a girl.

  “Bye,” he managed to say to her back as she crept silently out the door.

  Chapter Seven

  Carter stayed away from Elise and Claire for the rest of their stay before they headed back to college. It wasn’t easy. He couldn’t seem to get the young beauty out of his head. When he read something he thought she would like, he had to stop himself from finding her. When he took pictures down at the beach early one morning, he had to stop himself from waking her up and sharing the experience with him. He absolutely loved the peace of the beach at dawn. And he always got the best pictures at that time of the day.

  The night before the girls had gotten dressed to the nines and gone out to a club with Bobby and two of his friends. When Claire came out of her room in a tight, black dress that was far too short, he wanted to demand she go back and change. And he really wanted to punch Bobby’s friends for eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat. He had never been an overly possessive man, but with Claire he couldn’t help it. And that terrified him.

  “What’s on your mind?” Mary came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.

  Carter bowed his head and silently cursed himself for coming to her. He had hoped that she could take his mind off Claire. Too bad nothing helped.

  “Nothing.”

  “It’s not nothing. You’ve been staring out at the ocean for at least an hour. Talk to me. You might not want to be my lover anymore, but we can still be friends.” She started rubbing his back and shoulders, which made him relax a bit.

  “I’m not sure you want to hear it,” he admitted to her even though he swore he would never tell anyone about his time with Claire.

  She laughed lightly and stepped over to the railing of her porch so that she was facing him. “It’s the girl. Claire? Right?”

  “How did you know?”

  She shook her head and gave him a sad smile. “I know you better than you think. I saw the way you looked at her. And the fact that you didn’t want to share her, but rather protect her virtue kind of clued me in.”

  “You aren’t mad, are you? I mean I know we were never exclusive, but I want you to know I respected what we had.”

  “I know you did. Don’t worry about me.” She waved her hands, brushing off his assertion. “I just want you to be happy. And well, if she does that then so be it.”

  “It isn’t like that. We were just having fun. She goes back to school tomorrow.”

  “Give me a break, Carter. If you wanted to be with her—truly be with her—you could.”

  He shook his head, denying her claim. “Elise would never have it. Her parents would never have it. It couldn’t work.”

  “Look.” She placed a hand on his arm. “Nothing in life worth fighting for ever came easy. If you truly care about her, you’ll find a way to make it work. You need to decide if that’s what you want.”

  “We’re just so different. What if she wants kids? I already did that with Elise. I’m almost forty-years old. I’m not sure I would enjoy starting again now. And let’s not forget I travel more than half a year. How could I ask her to uproot herself to be with me? Or to stay home while I’m on the road?”

  “Isn’t all that her decision? She deserves the chance to choose for herself. And at this point, I think you are just looking for an excuse. Just think about it. You don’t have to decide today or tomorrow, but you need to decide soon.”

  He grabbed Mary and gave her a hug, holding her tightly. He kissed her head and rested his cheek on the top of her head.

  “Want to fuck for old time’s sake?” Carter wasn’t surprised she asked him that, and it made him smile.

  “Sorry, can’t.”

  She sighed and tightened her hold around his waist. “How did I know you were going to say that?”

  * * *

  “Oh my God! You didn’t!” Elise screamed and scrambled in the bucket for another water balloon. She and Claire were attempting to hide behind the grill from Bobby and Brian. Claire wasn’t sure how the war had started, but she was having a blast in the meantime.

  “Look out,” Brian shouted as three balloons came at their heads. Both men ducked and went into their own arsenal.

  Brian wasn’t Carter by any stretch of the imagination, but he was cute—in a boy next door kind of way—and he was funny. Last night at the club, he hung with her the whole time and bought all her drinks. At the end of the night he even kissed her lightly on the lips. It felt nice. What it didn’t feel was all consuming like it did with Carter.

  Carter had practically ignored Claire the last few days. It was as if she didn’t even exist. She hated it, but was powerless to stop it. So she decided she would flirt with Brian and make out with him. Wasn’t that what you were supposed to do after a break up?

  “Shit! We’re out of balloons,” Elise cried out and looked frantically at Claire. They both started laughing when they realized how into this game they were. It was just water for Christ’s sake.

  “One of us is going to have to go back to the house to get the other package.”

  “Not it.”

  Claire bit her lip and cursed. She should have known better than to let Elise decide. Of course, she would choose to stay hidden while Claire put her butt on the line.

  “Okay.” Claire squared her shoulders and braced to run. “I’m going in. If I’m not back in ten minutes you’ll have to come in after me.”

  “Good luck. May the force be with you,” Elise patted her butt and shooed her along with her hands.

  Claire shook her head, took a deep breath and ran. She was almost to the door leading into the house when strong arms clamped around her waist and hoisted her up over an equally strong and solid shoulder.

  She looked around a tight butt to see it was Brian, who had her in a fireman’s hold. His one hand grasped her thigh while the other held her ass. His fingers were just inside her bikini bottoms, grazing her skin. This didn’t seem
like the laid back Brian from last night, and she secretly enjoyed knowing he wanted her.

  “Let me down!” She yelled and laughed as he ran towards the water. “Don’t you dare throw me in.”

  “Okay, I won’t,” he replied, and she felt his strides speed up.

  Before long, the water lapping over the sandy beach came into view, and she knew she was fucked. Within seconds, he submerged both their bodies in the cool ocean.

  Claire kicked herself away from him when his hold loosened. Breaking the surface of the water, she gasped and wiped the water from her face. She turned to find Brian standing with a heart-stopping grin on his face. She lunged for him in an attempt to dunk him, but he was too fast. She tried again, but this time he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. Unable to tread water with his body so close, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  Next thing she knew his tongue was in her mouth, and his erection was pushing into her. She broke the kiss and pulled away.

  “I’m sorry. I’m not looking to start anything with anyone right now.” Guilt flooded her. She instantly thought of Carter and even though she said she was going to move on, she realized she wasn’t ready.

  “That’s cool. I just thought maybe we could hook up or whatever.”

  “We should probably get back,” she gestured towards the house, and they both started swimming to shore.

  “You’re a cool chick. You know that right?” Brian whispered in her ear as they rounded the patio.

  “Thanks.” She ducked her head and attempted to hide her blush. “I wonder where Bobby and Elise went.”

  Brian looked around and pointed down the beach to two figures that resembled their friends. They were obviously going at it in the water. Claire quickly turned around and bit her lip. This was slightly awkward.

  “Want a drink?” She quickly toweled off and started towards the house.

  “I’ll take an iced tea,” Brian called out after her.

  “I’m on it!”

  Standing at the counter pouring two glasses of iced tea, Claire jumped a mile when two male hands settled on the counter on either side of her.