“I could kiss you forever…so fucking sweet,” he said between each earth shattering pass of his lips.
“Just fuck me…please” I groaned into his mouth.
He pulled away, settling me on my feet. My dress falling the rest of the way to the ground as he did. “Not yet, love. I want to see what that dirty little mouth of yours can do first.”
He began unbuttoning his pants, his breathing growing huskier when he saw the desire to suck his cock in my eyes. Having already kneeled in front of him, I slapped his hands away, making quick work of freeing his length. He chuckled, placing his arms behind his head. The action making his washboard stomach that much more defined.
Freeing him, I closed my mouth around him, swallowing all of him. He was bigger than the last time I’d went down on him, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. Pressing my tongue flat against the underside of him, I slid his dick all the way to the back of my throat, deep throating him. A shaky moan from above told me I was doing something right. Closing my eyes I got lost in the smell, taste, and feel of him in my mouth.
Reaching my hand up to soft cradle his balls, he gasped. “Oh fuck, Claire Bear. I’ll never last with you doing that. Fuck,” he groaned.
I tried smiling around his girth, saliva slipping from my mouth as I did. I began stroking him as I went up and down, my pace picking up the longer I did it. His knees began trembling, the looking on his face screamed pure fucking ecstasy. Sitting back on my haunches, I slipped him out of my mouth, all except for the tip. Giving a hard suck, while swirling my tongue around his mushroom head, I tasted the salty drop of pre come oozing out. His hand ran through my hair, gripping tightly.
“Enough,” he growled.
When I didn’t stop but instead, speeded up. His curses sounded throughout the night air as he began pumping into my mouth, furiously. I felt him swell in my mouth, and with a roar of my name he threw his head back as his seed spurted down my throat. Gulping as fast as I could, there was still too much and some escaped, sliding down my chin. I stood up with a triumphant smile on my face. Taking my finger I swiped at the excess and sucked it off the tip of my finger.
His pinned me with a mischievous smirk. His eyes already darkened and grown hooded, darkened even further. He pulled my naked body to his, the rise and fall of his chest brushing against my stiff nipples. I was still amazed to find him as hard as ever when his length pressed against my core.
“You feel this?” he asked in a seductive tone, grinding his erection against my mound.
“Yes,” I answered in a shaky breath, licking my lips before continuing. “I feel it.”
“This little bastard hasn’t went down since you came back. Do you know why?”
I shook my head, completely ignorant about where he was going with this. His grip tightened on my waist, pulling me closer to him. As if he were trying to meld our two bodies together. “Because he’s just as fucked up over you as my heart is.”
A tear escaped from my eye. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to the fallen tear. He kept pressing gently kisses over my face as he laid me down on the soft grass. I looked up, noticing the swaying vines on the willow tree. It looked as if the wind and vines were dancing to a song only they could hear, it was so soothing. I closed my eyes and soaked up the feeling of having him between my thighs.
As he entered me I gasped, throwing my head back. There was no way that I could ever describe the feeling of him entering me for the first time, but if I had to I would say, epic. He groaned deeply, watching as his cock disappeared into my wet pussy more and more. Closing his eyes and with one fast thrust, he was fully sheathed.
His muscles were bouncing from the force of holding himself back, to let me adjust to his size. But I didn’t need time, I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me, now. I encouraged him to move with a tiny lift of my hips. It seems that’s all he could handle. He pulled out, thrusting back into me quickly. He set a slow pace that had us both moaning and panting within seconds.
“You feel so fucking amazing,” I moaned.
“God, you’re so fucking tight. I’m already about to spill my shit like some teenager,” he groaned, thrusting into me a bit harder.
I felt the tremors of my first climax slither up my spine. I rocked against him as he punished me with greedy pumps. My whimpers and moans egging him on. That’s when I felt the shift. This was no longer fucking for me, this was making love. Watching Brads face screw up with pleasure as he pumped into me faster and faster. Watching the way my body surrendered to his onslaught of pleasure. I was fucking lost forever.
“Claire, by God tell me your close.” He growled out, thrusting fast into me.
My legs wrapped around his ass, forcing him harder into me. I grabbed my breasts playing with my nipples, which emitted a growl to escape Brad. His finger found my clit, making fast strokes, matching the punishing rhythm of his thrusting. My back arched of its own accord, as flashes of heat shot through my body. Burning me to my very soul, bonding me to him. Our bodies sliding together perfectly from the thin sheet of sweat we’d worked up.
“Just a little more…I’m almost there. Harder, Brad. Fuck me harder.” I whimpered.
A primal sound rumbled in his chest. Grabbing my legs, he unwound them from around his ass. He flipped me over, smacking my ass as he plunged back inside. His force and change of angle, caused a cry to escape my dry lips.
“Give it up, Claire.” He growled with another slap to my ass, his thrusts becoming much more than I could take. But the pleasure mixing with the pain sent me on a euphoria high, one that I would gladly never come down from.
“Brad…Oh, fuck….I’m…so…close” I panted.
“Come on baby, milk this fat cock.” He gripped my hips harder, groaning as I began clenching and unclenching around him. “Yeah that’s right. Let that greedy pussy come all over me,”
His dirty words set me off. My back arched as I cried out into the night, fireworks flashing behind my closed lids. My climax barreled through me, the waves causing my pussy to clench around his dick like a vise over and over.
I gasped, not able to catch my breath. “Brad!”
“Fuck…yes,” he growled, thrusting into me harder. “That’s what daddy likes to hear.”
I felt him swell inside me, stretching me to the point of pain. His cock made me feel so incredibly full, I loved the feel of him owning me; because that’s exactly what he was doing. We weren’t merely fucking, or making love. No. He was fucking owning me; just the way my body needed to be owned.
With one final slap to my ass, he buried himself to the hilt. He came, spurting warm sprays of come into me, yelling my name into the darkness as he did. “Claire!”
It was then I knew, no one could replace Brad Titan.
We lay there underneath the stars, letting the world go on without us. There was never a moment so perfect that I’ve ever experienced in all my life. My first time with him, was close. But it didn’t hold a candle to what I felt now. I listened to his fast beating heart, loving the feel of his heat next to me. It was a fantastic contrast to the cold earth we were laying on. I never knew that letting go and going after what I wanted would feel make me feel so free.
We laid there in silence in post coital bliss. However, there was still something nagging at me. Even if it happened a long time ago. I needed to hear his reasons for marrying Cherish. I knew it would be stupid to pry, but I just had to know. Since I would not be seeing him until the day of the wedding. I needed to get it all out in the open. I also needed to find out what we were claiming was between us. Earlier today he said that I was his, but that could mean anything.
I needed to hear him define what we were. That was the only way that my mind would stop running away with me. When we were finally on the same page, I would be able to relax and enjoy him as I should be able too. Putting my hand on his chest, I lifted myself up to look at him.
“We need to talk,” I stated.
He looked at me with a surprised expression.
“Now. Can’t it wait?”
I shook my head, steeling him with an iron gaze. “I want to know why you got married.”
He went from pure happiness to raging anger in two point five seconds. He stood, pulling on his clothes. “Really? After what we just did you want to talk about my broken marriage.”
“Yes, I do. I want to know why you did it.” I said standing up beginning to dress.
“It doesn’t matter, Claire. That’s the past. Why go around dredging it up?”
“Because I want to know, that’s why,” I said dryly.
He snorted. “Fine, you want to know. I’ll tell you.” He said slipping his coat on. “I married Cherish because I fucking got her pregnant, that’s why. After she lost the baby, I tried to make it work. Spent two years of my fucking life trying to make it work with a woman that I didn’t love. And I’ve just had the best night of my life in the past ten years, and you’re fucking it up by asking about her.”
“I’m…sorry,” I whispered, pity in my voice. “I didn’t know.”
“No, you didn’t know. I made it a point not to tell you because it’s no one’s fucking business, except mine.”
“But…” I stated until he cut me off.
“But nothing Claire. But fucking nothing. Let’s go, I needed to get out of here,” he stated unemotionally.
We made our way to our cars without another word to each other. I knew asking him about us now would only fuel his anger, so I let it lay. He showed me to my car, forgoing a kiss. He shut my door, walking back to his, his posture rigid. Sliding into his car, he left before I even got my car started. I knew asking him about Cherish was a bad call, but dammit, I needed to know. I was not going to walk into this blind and expect to come out the other side unscathed. He should have known me better than that.
There was an old saying though. Curiosity killed the cat. I had no doubt in my mind that asking him about his failed married, killed us. He wouldn’t even look at me while we were walking back to our cars. That hurt more than his silence. It was as if he were done with me. Like he’s gotten his night of fun, and it was time to move onto the next target. I wanted to feel rage, but all I felt instead was longing. A longing for him to wrap me in his arms and tell me that everything was going to be ok.
Except everything wasn’t going to be ok; because my big mouth fucked everything up.
Chapter Sixteen
“Explain that again,” Alex stated, laying across the foot of my bed.
Before heading home I drove around until the early hours of the morning. My mind was running a million miles a minute. I wanted to be angry at him by the way he treated me, but I couldn’t. He had every right to get mad at me. It was his business. He could choose to tell me about it or not too. But the fact he hadn’t ripped me apart. I wanted him to be able to tell me everything, even if it was hard to get out. Losing a child, even if I didn’t know what it felt like, I was sure hurt like hell.
Seeing the agony on his face when he explained to me why he’d gotten married in the first place, wrecked me. I wanted to take him in my arms and hug and kiss the pain away. However, that time never came. He shut me out after that. Giving me some bullshit excuse about needing to get out of there. I knew we could be caught by his father at any second, but damn. All I wanted to do was take care of him, make the pain go away. But instead he pushed me away.
I didn’t know how angry he was with me, but having him leave without giving me a kiss was sort of my answer. He’d been furious with me. I knew that there were things in our past that we would not want to share. That no matter how much someone meant to you, you would never be able to cover up the pain. Especially the pain of losing a child. A child you would never see grow up. Never see it play a sport, attend prom, or even have their first puppy love.
I could only imagine how he felt every day, and he hadn’t even been carrying the child. That spoke volumes for the kind of woman Cherish was. I know that she’d been a strong person in school, I just didn’t know how strong of one. If she could take losing her child, and still be able to function during the day, she was a really strong, independent woman. When Brad told me that he tried staying with her for years after the miscarriage, I wanted to weep. He was thinking of someone else instead of himself.
He was there when his wife needed him the most.
“Do I really have to go through it again Alex? I already feel like shit, he probably hates me,” I whined into the pillow.
She took the pillow from in front of me, glaring. “Yes, you do. I want to make sure I have everything right.”
I sighed. “Ok. After having the most amazing, never-going-to-forget- sex of my life. I did the dumbest thing known to mankind. I asked him why he got married to Cherish Sharp. Of course he acted threatened when I mentioned her. He said I was ruining his evening by bringing up the past, an evening that was so amazing he would never forget it. It was then he explained to me that Cherish had gotten pregnant, with his child.”
“Well, they had their shotgun wedding and then tragedy stuck. Cherish ended up losing the baby right after they got married. Brad said he tried to make it work, stayed with a woman he never really loved. But that just wasn’t enough, he needed more.” I took a breath after rushing that all out. “He then said we had to leave. I got dressed and then followed him to our cars. No goodbye kiss, not even a glance in my direction. He seemed pretty fucking pissed.” I finished gasping for air.
She sat there nodding as I explained to her, yet again, how the night played out. I felt like shit already, so I hoped she would tell me something, anything that would make me feel a little better. However, knowing Alex she would be blunt just like she always was. There was sometimes that I hated that about her, but most of the time I loved her for it. I could always count on her to be a straight shooter, even if it hurt like hell.
“Claire, do you have any idea what you did?” She looked at me with saddened eyes, playing with a string on my quilt.
“Not really. I know I brought up the past. But dammit, I just had to know,” I explained to her.
She shook her head, sighing as she did. “No sweetheart. It wasn’t that you brought up the past. That wasn’t what shifted his mood. What shifted his mood was the fact he had to think about his child that is not here. A child he would never get to meet. I know that you do not know about this certain types of things. But to a man, they respond to things differently than we do. They keep everything to themselves. You asking about his marriage, brought the pain and everything he felt to the surface. He was frustrated more than anything with you.”
Well, I guess that did make sense. I knew if I lost a child I would be an empty shell of a person I used to be. For him to be able to walk around as if everything were ok, that takes a real man.
“I guess you’re right,” I answered.
“Honey, I know I’m right.” She chuckled, slapping me on the ass as she got up. “But we need to get to sleep. Tomorrow is your mommas last day as a single woman, we gotta turn that shit up.”
I laughed as she left the room. I knew she was right. There was so much to do for her tomorrow. First course of action was planning a bachelorette party. Henry was having a small get together, so I figured we should have one as well. Alex and I knew how to throw a party, even on short notice. Mom wouldn’t know what hit her. Even if we had to hog tie her to get her out of the house. With a smile on my face, I drifted off into a tough, uneasy sleep.
“Oh mother dearest….Wakey, wakey.” I stated in a sing-song voice, rubbing my finger along the slope of her nose.
Alex and I had woken up early the next morning. Our asses were dragging, but we were determined to make this the best day ever. Well, second best day anyways. We’d already booked a girls day at the spa, alcohol included, thank God. Then afterwards we were going to go to Chucks, a local bar. In just the few short hours that Alex and I had been up, we’d already invited well over twenty to the bar tonight. Of course there would be no strippers allowed. But damn, we were goi
ng to get shitfaced. I couldn’t wait seeing my mother that way.
She was always so reserved when she drank. Not tonight, I was going to make her lose control and act like a complete idiot. It was going to be fun because tonight was karaoke night at Chucks. Even though my mother had the voice of an angel. Me, not so much. I could only be described as a dying dog howling at the moon, or so that’s what I thought. Alex was the only one of us that could actually hold her liquor so I was hoping to God she would watch out for my mother and I.
“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey,” I giggled, plugging his nose together.
It was evil, but damn we were going to be late if she didn’t get up soon. Alex and I watched with bated breaths as mom’s mouth fell open and she began to snore. I’d told Alex before we came in here that my mother was a heavy sleeper, she didn’t believe me. But now that she saw firsthand she was trying to keep the laughter at bay.
“You weren’t lying. She’s like the fucking dead,” she whispered.
I snickered. “I don’t lie when it comes to my mother’s sleep. But damn, if she don’t get up soon, were going to be late.”
I sat down on the bed, thinking of what we could do. Just when an idea came to me, the evilest smile you could ever see broke out across my face. Alex cocked her head, curious about what I was thinking about. Putting my finger to my lips, I waved for her to follow me. If this didn’t wake that woman up, I don’t know what will. If it did, I’d be surprised if she didn’t shit the bed. The evil little girl within me laughed with glee. This was going to be hella funny.
“What the hell are we doing? She’s stills asleep.” Alex chastised me. Of course, she didn’t know what I had planned.
Heading out of the house, we made our way to the shed in the back yard. I knew she was growing confused every second we weren’t in there waking my mother up. Throwing open the doors, I began my search. I was just about to give up when I finally found it. The box that contained all my fireworks from when I was a kid. I just knew she wouldn’t have thrown these away. Well, I’d hoped she hadn’t anyway. My mother was an extreme pack rat, never throwing anything away.
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