Page 89 of Tourist Trap

“Maybe next time.” I start to fuck her faster with my fingers.

“Miles, please,” she groans, not even trying to temper her noises.

“Yeah, we’re getting creative.” I slide a hand out of her and up to her hip under her skirt, looping a thumb under her underwear and tugging.

“Miles—”

“Step out,” I whisper, and she does as I ask. When I have her panties in my hand, I ball them up and put a hand on each hip to help her straddle me, one of her knees resting on the wood on either side of me. I use one hand to line my cock up with her cunt but keep it wrapped there so she can’t lower herself onto me.

“Open,” I whisper.

She pulls her head back and looks at me, eyes dazed with lust. “What?”

“Open your mouth, Claire.”

Her eyes go wide as she understands and does as I ask before I shove her panties inside. Her eyes go even wider, and a soft, muffled moan leaves her lips. My cock throbs at the sound of it.

“My girl is so dirty, isn’t she?” I rub the head of my cock through her wetness, and her eyes close just a bit. “You like having your wet panties stuffed in your mouth, don't you?” She nods, and I reward her honesty, notching the head of my cock inside of her and giving her an inch of me. She’s tight and dripping onto my hand. I groan into her neck as she tenses over me.

“Mmm,” she mumbles through the panties, and I smile. In retribution, she tenses on me again, slamming on the head of my cock. The feeling is exquisite, but I want more, so I slide my hand down a few inches so she can take more of me.

“I like you like this, Claire,” I whisper into her ear. “At my mercy.” Her hips move, and I slide a hand up her back, tangling into her hair and tugging. “You only get what I let you have,”

She lets out a pleased, muffled moan.

“Your prize, but I decide how you get it.” I let her get another inch of me, biting back a moan of my own. She looks at me, pleading in her eyes, and I smile. “Is this torture, Claire?” I ask, and she nods. “Good. That’s what you do to me every moment of every fucking day. Any moment I’m not buried in you, when you’re teasing me, sending me dirty pictures while sitting in a bar? You’re torturing me.”

Her head rolls to the side, her hair tumbling as she lets out a soft sigh. And then my hand is gone, shifting to her hip and pushing her down so I fill her fast and hard. Her head snaps back, and I groan as I hold her down onto me, feeling her pulse around my cock. Once I’ve caught my breath, I speak.

“Ride it, Claire.” She lets out a heated breath against my neck. The fingers of my hand dig into her hip as she rises and falls, the other on her neck holding her face into the crook of mine. Her little moans are constant now, sending me higher with each muffled sound.

“God, you grip me so good,” I growl into her neck, my own sounds becoming too loud for comfort, despite the loud sound of the ocean waves and the lack of people and houses on this side of the shoreline. Her hips start moving faster, losing their precise rhythm, the noises coming from her going more frantic before she starts rocking on me, no longer riding and scraping her clit against my pelvis with each move, and I know she’s close.

Thank God, because I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

“I need you to come, Claire. Do it, and I’ll take you home and fuck you all night long; you can be as loud as you want there.”

After another moment, she tightens around me and comes all over my cock. I use a hand in her hair to push her face into my neck, the panties in her mouth only able to muffle so much as I do the same into hers, my hips bucking up as I spill inside her.

“Fuck, Claire,” I groan, my hips jerking with each clench of her pussy, each grind of her hips as she rides out her orgasm, forgetting everything except for squeezing every last drop of her own pleasure out.

I love that about her, the way she takes what she needs from me.

It makes me want her again already, though I know that’s not in the cards, at least not until I get her into our bed. Slowly, her hips stop rocking, her body stops quaking, and her head drops to my shoulder.

I move my hands to her mouth, tugging out the panties and smiling before I shift her and use the panties to clean her up. It’s not my normal aftercare, but it will do for now.

Then I press my lips to hers, her eyes still hazy as she smiles. “Can we check that one off?”

And when she laughs, it’s not quiet; instead, it fills up the night air.

And I somehow fall just a little bit harder for her.

THIRTY-ONE

MILES

Two weeks before Labor Day weekend, Claire and I slide into my truck and head down to Evergreen Park for her niece's birthday. Apparently, on Saturday there's a party at some play place, but on Friday we’re having a family dinner at Claire's parents’ house.

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