Page 15 of The One Bed Rule
Snap out of it, Seth.You’d never be spending the night with Claire if it wasn’t for an emergency plane landing and a rogue blizzard in the fall in a place that doesn’t really get snow. It’s not like she chose to be here, or vice versa.
And as I’m doubting what this is, trying to get out of my own head, Claire stirs next to me. I try to settle in and act like I’m not wide awake.
Claire’s arm unwraps from mine and fumbles to my chest. Slowly, it drifts from my chest to my shorts. She’s rubbing me, the fabric separating her hands from my dick, and she moans in her sleep. Then her hand goes from the outside to slipping in, her fingers grazing me.
It doesn’t take long for me to be hard and my eyes to find hers. She’s awake, grinning at me, the sleep still in her eyes but still daring and like she’s on a mission. One that I will happily help her complete.
First, she kisses my neck, her lips full and like velvet. Then she whispers, “Take your shorts off.”
She says it like a dare, like she wants me to push back. There’s no fucking way.
Once my shorts are off, my cock is hard and she’s looking at it, and then back to me. She straddles me, her silky panties bumping into the head, and I can feel the warmth of her throughthe fabric. It’s only a few seconds before she’s moving down my body, settling in between my legs.
She’s on her belly, holding her chest up, with one hand wrapping around me, one finger at a time. Claire strokes me, intentionally slow, I can feel it in the way she looks at me, like she’s waiting for my reaction.
So, I give her what she’s asking for.
“You’ve never looked better than you do right now,” I praise, watching as she examines her hands, moving up and down my length. Claire flips her hair, it falling onto one side, giving me full access to what she’s about to do next.
Carefully, she licks her lips, settles her hands at the base of my dick and then swirls her tongue on the head.
I let out a laugh, loving the way she pushes me. “I take it back. This is better.” My abs flex when she strokes and licks, setting her own pace. If I know something about Claire, it’s that she’s known for doing things the way she thinks they should be done. She loves calling the shots and thrives with a decision.
My hands reach for her hair and she freezes. “No touching.” She takes control, smirking up at me. Another thing I know about Claire—her way is the best way, probably the right way, and who am I to argue?
“You can watch, though,” she offers as her lips hover in front of the bulging head. I’m desperate for her to suck on it, put it in her mouth, move her fingers on me—I’ll take anything.
I put my hands behind my head, clasping them and bending my elbows, doing exactly what I’m told.
Thirteen
Claire
Ican’thelpthatI’m bossy. But you know what? I don’t think Seth minds; at the very least, he doesn’t mind me waking up to give him a blow job in the middle of the night. The lights are off and the room is freezing—the power must’ve gone out.
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I peek at the dips of Seth’s core as he flexes and flinches while I surprise him with a light nibble. Giving head has never been my favorite, but there’s something about this man that makes me want to take him, all the ways he’ll let me. I think it’s the way he reacts, honest and true, and it’s like next level attractive.
Right now, I’m teasing him. Barely applying pressure with my hands or my mouth, just enough that he can feel it and want more. I know he’s itching to touch me, his hands moving from behind his head a few times, but he puts them back behind his head.
“Good boy,” I sweetly say with the head of his dick in my mouth.
“You’re fucking unreal.” He laughs in a way that I know he’s going to make me pay for it later. Gladly willing to let him do that. The flames lick my core, thinking about him touching me.
I open my mouth and let my lips get as close to my fingers, still gripping his base, before I gag. He moans and I do it again. I’ll do anything to get him to respond to me like this. Driving back down, I keep trying to take him, as much of it as possible. The head hits the back of my throat and I hold it, fighting the reflex before slowly pulling him out and slurping while I do it.
I know he wants to grab my head, fuck my mouth, and me making him keep his hands to himself is more fun for me. He sucks in an unsteady breath, short and ragged, as I keep taking him in and out of my mouth.
Taking a risk, I turn my head and move my hand up, so it’s in the middle of his dick, and I lick where my fingers were just squeezing. And then I take one of his balls and put it in my mouth, moaning, so he can feel the vibrations.
He jerks in surprise but then lets out a slow and growling, “Fuckkkkk.” One that gives me the answer I need, and I give attention to the other one. “That’s so good. Your hands. Your mouth. I’m going to make this embarrassingly short.” The last word squeaks out and his shoulders lift off the bed.
Back to this cock, I let my tongue move up and down as I stroke him in tandem. Then I take him in my mouth and breathe through my nose, letting me take as much of him as I can while trying not to gag. It’s messy, and I wipe the back of my hand on my thigh, and the way he looks at me is something that’s hard to shake.
It makes me want to keep going. Never stop. Watch this man come undone at the mercy of my touch. It’s doing something special to my confidence, something people would pay for. Maybe they just need to suck the dick of a man who makes them feel like they can do anything?
Quicker, I’m sucking on him, and I let one arm hook around his leg, my fingers digging the inside of his thigh. A little pain and a little pleasure… one of my favorite equations.
His breath is quick, shallow, and inconsistent. “I’m close. Where do you—”
