Page 75 of Claiming Ours
At my middle finger, he barked out a laugh and nudged his horse into a faster gait.
Funny thing was, I didn’t hate it.
The hard floordug into my hip bone and shoulder. With a grunt, I rolled to my back and stared at the ceiling. To my right, Liam moved on the couch, clearly unable to get comfortable like me. He didn’t find it as funny as I did when I told him someonehis age should have the couch because my younger body could handle the stiff floor.
I was slightly shocked that he didn’t kick my ass for the comment, actually. That spoke to how exhausted he was. We both were. Today was the first full day in Caper, and he worked nonstop from sunup to sundown to help clean up the debris and make the road passable. While he did that, I tended to the few who were injured during the landslide. One house was demolished, with two adults inside it when it hit. While none of their injuries were life-threatening, they could’ve been if I hadn’t been there.
Thankfully, with some stitches, splints, and antibiotics, everyone would make a full recovery. I felt good about the intense work, proud even. Having the entire family thank me and Liam over and over for being there had me swallowing down unfamiliar emotions.
But fuck, did I miss Baylee.
Missed her smile, her laugh, her everything. Despite my exhausted mind, the memory of us together that evening in the clearing, with her pinned against the rock while I sank deep into her tight cunt, ran on repeat.
My cock twitched in my sweats, making me swallow a groan as it hardened, unable to stop thinking about her. Reaching beneath the blanket, I slipped my hand past the elastic band of the soft cotton to wrap around it. An almost silent groan slipped past my clenched jaw as I tightened my grip, hoping to calm the fucker down. I was in a stranger’s living room for fuck’s sake, with Liam less than a foot away attempting to sleep on the couch.
Though just thinking about that did the exact opposite of what I intended. I mean, the thrill of getting caught was a kink of mine after all. Short pants rushed past my parted lips as Iworked my hand up and down my dick, thumbing the head to spread a bead of precum along the piercing.
Recalling her sweet taste, the way her cunt squeezed the hell out of my cock, had my hips flexing off the floor, shoving me even harder into my firm grip. The rustle of blankets and groan of the couch’s frame had me stilling, though my desire only ramped up tenfold at the deep voice that rumbled through the dark.
“Thinking about her, too, I take it.”
A hiss whistled through my clenched teeth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Liam’s responding chuckle held no humor. “Right. Doesn’t help that the owners of this place could walk down the stairs any second and catch you fucking your hand.”
This time my guttural groan was loud, giving me the fuck away.
“I just started thinking about Bay, and then I couldn’t stop. And yeah, the potential of getting caught is not helping.”
Silence filled the space, and I worried I’d taken it too far, spoken my internal thoughts to the wrong person. I stared at the ceiling, unable to look toward the couch despite hearing him shifting along the well-worn cushions.
“Remember that first time when I forced you to eat her pussy, holding your face against her by your hair.” I swallowed hard. Unable to resist, I adjusted my grip and started moving it up and down my shaft again. “Fucking hell, that first time, taking her virgin cunt, felt like heaven, and the second time and the third. Her face when she comes and the smell of her—” His deep groan cut off his words.
My breaths came in faster pants. “I want to be buried inside her every day for the rest of my life.”
“Fuck yes,” Liam grunted. “You’re right, the chance of getting caught adds something to this.”
I blinked in the dark. “Are you… too?”
“And close just thinking about coming inside her, staying there so all my cum stays locked inside her—fuck.”
A creak of the stairs had us falling silent. Not even our earlier heavy breaths filled the living room. The stairway light turned on, and instead of stopping, all I could do was pump my hand faster. A familiar tingle of desire raced down my spine, settling in my balls.
When the light flicked off and the sound of footsteps above us faded, we both released the breaths we’d been holding.
“When we get home, let’s see if she’s open to me taking her sweet pussy while you fuck her hot little mouth.”
That did it. The mental picture of Baylee between us, Liam fucking her from behind and pushing her so my cock slipped deeper down her throat, had me coming in my sweats like a fucking teenager. I jerked against the floor, the last of the orgasm almost painful as I slowed my hand.
Blood pounded in my ears from the intensity of the orgasm, my heart racing so fast I worried I’d be the one needing a medic. A grumbled curse had me shifting to look up at the couch to where Liam threw his legs over the side and stood.
“Haven’t had to clean up like this since… hell, a long time ago. You want to go first?”
There was only one bathroom on this floor, and while it was hot as hell doing what we just did, there was no way I was cleaning up my cum in front of him. And just to make sure we were back to normal, that this didn’t cause awkwardness, I gave him a smart-ass remark back.
“Nah, man, elders first and all that shit.”
Liam’s barked laughter had me smiling in the dark.
