The Taste of Mr. Davenport (3 page)

Claire’s whimpers grew louder and more urgent. “I… I’m going to come so fucking hard,” she shouted. Her hands had a death grip on his hair. Her hips rolled and pressed into his face seeking out her release. He moved his mouth against her pussy, his tongue licking back and forth like lightning. “Ohhhh!” Claire cried out, and Carter felt her muscles contracting through her climax.

He pulled the vibrator out and turned it off before he climbed up her body. Their mouths crashed together in a fit of passion. It was a hungry kiss, filled with need and pent up lust.

“I love the way I taste on you,” Claire whispered when she tentatively reached down and wrapped her hand around his impressive length. She stroked feverishly and Carter thought he was going to lose it. She may be inexperienced, but she certainly had enthusiasm. Pushing on his chest, she rolled him to his back and covered his body with hers. Her mouth sought his out again, and their tongues rubbed one another in a sensuous promise of what was to come.

Her tongue ran down his neck and painted circles around his nipples before continuing down his body. All his muscles tensed in hopes that she would suck him. God, he really wanted to fuck that mouth.

Her tongue traced the underside of his cock, licking around the head and then she sucked him back with such vigor a hoarse shout left his lips.

“God, this is so wrong,” he groaned out. She had the most perfect mouth, and she was giving world class head. Fuck, but he was going to hell for this.

“But it feels so right,” she panted before taking him deep into her throat.

“Claire, baby. Let go of my cock and crawl up here so I can fuck you.”

With hesitation, she did what he said, but it was obvious she liked what she was doing. When she settled over him, he rolled her underneath him, and his hand went between her legs. Fuck, she was drenched. Carter couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her. He had to know what she felt like wrapped around his cock.

His hands went behind her knees and hiked them up, right before he drove in with so much force it pushed them up bed.

“Yes,” Claire cried out. “Fuck me hard. I want to come again.”

Carter moved inside her with a fast rhythm. She was so damn tight, he couldn’t get enough.

“Your cock is so big,” she breathed. “So much bigger than Ronny was. Oh, Mr. Davenport.”

“That’s right, baby girl. You have such a sweet, little cunt. I want you to come on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Oh God!” She shouted at the first sign that she was coming. “Fuck me harder. Make me come!”

He changed the angle of his hips and slammed into her, making her fly apart. He watched in fascination as her body convulsed and her hands held a death grip on the sheets. After she came down, he moved faster and pounded into her even harder, knowing he was probably hurting her and not caring. It felt too damn good to worry about repercussions or consequences. And when he exploded, it was longer and more powerful than he could remember ever happening to him before.

Chapter Three

Claire woke up and stretched her deliciously sore muscles. She and Carter had sex once more before he retreated back to his bedroom the night before. Neither of them knew when Elise was going to be back and had decided for now to keep things quiet. It was going to be hard acting like nothing had happened between them, when, in fact, everything had changed. What was a crush before was quickly turning into more on her side. He was everything she ever wanted in a man, and he definitely knew how to bring her body pleasure, which was a huge bonus. She just hoped he felt the same way about her.

Padding down the hall, she found Elise and Carter sitting on stools at the bar in the kitchen. His chest was again bare, and she desperately wanted to taste him, to wrap herself around him and ride him to climax again. Instead, she squeezed Elise’s shoulders and settled onto her own stool.

“Daddy has to go out of town for a last minute photo shoot, so we have the whole day to ourselves. What do you want to do?” Elise asked in between bites of her cereal.

Claire’s eyes darted to Carter’s, and she could see guilt there. That made her feel a little better about him leaving, but not much. She poured her own bowl of cereal and tried not to let the disappointment consume her.

“Um, I’m not sure. Maybe we can go into town and hit up the shops there. I could use a new bikini.” She chanced a glance at Carter under her lashes and was rewarded when she saw his dark eyes on her.

“Great.” Elise pushed her bowl to the side and jumped up. “I’m going to shower and get ready. I can’t wait to shop. And hey, maybe we can find a guy for you to hook up with this summer!”

“Elise,” Carter barked at his daughter. “Take care of your bowl.”

Once they were alone and the shower was running, Carter turned to Claire. His expression was masked. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “I’m sorry about leaving after last night. I think it’s for the best though. What we did was wrong. I should have never taken advantage of you.”

Pain pierced Claire’s heart hearing him say it was a mistake. How could he think that? It was perfect. Every single second. Every single touch. Every single moan and groan. She wouldn’t change anything about it. She might be young, but she knew what she wanted. What she needed. And for once she was going to take what it was she craved. Instead of life passing her by, she was going to grab on with both hands and never let it go.

Feeling desperation at his words, she tried to portray a calm and cool façade that she just wasn’t feeling. She got up from her stool and walked the few feet to him. She pushed his legs wider so that she could fit between them. Stepping close to him so that she could feel his heat and smell his masculine scent, she ran her hands up and down his bare chest. Enjoying the feel of his muscles and the light smattering of hair under her fingers.

“You can’t deny that we have crazy chemistry,” she whispered. She could feel his length growing against her stomach and it spurred her on. “All I can think about is licking you. Tasting you. Sucking you until you come down my throat. I want you inside me again. No, I need you inside me. Carter, you can’t stop this. All we can do is see what happens.”

Her hands descended to his erection, and she began to stroke him through his loose shorts. She dipped under the elastic and wrapped her hand firmly around him. She bit back a smile when Carter braced one hand on the counter and the other on her hip. She stroked him quickly and firmly. His breathing was heavier now, more erratic. Little groans vibrated from him, causing wetness to pool between her legs and dampen her panties.

“Suck it,” he whispered in her ear. Her pussy spasmed at his words. They both frantically worked to free him from the confines of his shorts. She bent over and bracing her hands on his knees took him as deep as she could into the wet and warm recesses of her mouth.

Carter’s hands flew to Claire’s head and guided her motions over him. He fucking loved the way she gave head. It was better than women who had been doing it for years. With one ear tuned to the sounds in the bathroom, he sat back and enjoyed her working him over with her mouth. Each suck, lick and teeth graze had him closer and closer to pouring himself down her throat.

She was making it damn hard to stop what he never should have started. Lying in bed last night after leaving her, he knew that she was going to be the death of him if he didn’t put the brakes on. She was like an addiction. Her cream was the sweetest he had ever tasted. Her pussy gripped him so tightly it was like nirvana. And when she smiled at him, it warmed him in places he never realized had gone cold.

“Carter, I need you inside me. I… I… Please,” she pleaded before taking him in her mouth again. His daughter always took long showers, constantly using up the hot water. He was already close to the edge, so it wouldn’t take much to finish him off. Shit. He couldn’t believe he was really going to do this.

“Climb up here,” he gritted out when her mouth pulled back with an ungodly suction.

She stood abruptly and pulled her underwear down her long legs that peeked out under her long nightshirt. His pulse sped up, and his dick throbbed as she settled over him. He could feel the wetness and warmth of her pussy rubbing along his shaft. He aligned himself and lowered her over his pulsing cock. She cried out and he hushed her with his mouth, swallowing each of her moans. She rose and lowered on him, grinding on him magnificently. There wasn’t much room for movement on the bar stool, but it wasn’t necessary. The motion they had going was more than enough.

The bathroom door opened and they stilled their motions. Claire’s eyes glanced nervously to the hallway on the other side of the room. It felt like forever between one door opening and another one closing, but once Elise was in her room and music started playing Claire started moving again. Within seconds he felt her contracting around him. His hand flew up and covered her mouth in enough time to hush her cries.

Once she came down he found his release, groaning far too loudly and spilling into her. Claire kissed his neck sweetly and then looked down into his eyes. Nothing but contentment showed in hers. “The thrill of getting caught with your cock buried deep inside me was enough to set me off.” He was learning that the things Claire said when they were alone never failed to shock him. She was naughty that was for sure.

“We better get cleaned up before Elise comes out.” He gave her a quick kiss and then helped her down. It turned him on to see his seed dripping down her thigh as she settled her shirt back down over her tight, little body. Thank God she was on birth control because he couldn’t control his impulsive reactions to her. Even though he knew he should. Maybe this trip would give him some much needed perspective.

* * *

Two weeks had passed since Carter left for a photo shoot in Spain. Claire felt lost and bereft without him. Her feelings scared her at how strong they were. She had never felt so passionately about anything before. That was how she knew it had to be right. Carter had changed her in ways she never thought possible. She felt like a strong, assured woman. She was no longer the young, inexperienced, unsure girl that left her parents’ overbearing household. For that she’d be forever grateful.

Now if only he would come home, so she could show him how much he meant to her. She knew she could make him happy, and that they could make it work. He traveled most of the time when they were in school, which meant she could finish her last year of school since she was ahead with credits. After graduation, they could travel together. She would go wherever he wanted. That was the beauty of being a writer. All she needed was a notebook or laptop and a place to relax.

Stretching out on the chaise lounge on the Davenport’s private stretch of beach, Claire soaked up the sun and tried to let it wash away the dark mood that hovered over her the longer Carter was gone. This wasn’t how she anticipated spending the summer, with him gone and her here alone. Hanging out with Elise, Bobby, and his friends was fun, but not her first choice for how to spend her time.

Hours later, she was startled awake when a shadow crossed over her, making her shiver without the sun’s warmth. She opened her eyes to see the woman who was with Carter a few weeks back. Claire’s mouth went dry looking over the curves of the woman, remembering the things she told Carter she wanted to do to her.

“Claire, right?” The woman asked with a friendly smile on her face.

“Yes. You have me at a disadvantage. I don’t think we’ve ever met.”

“Mary. I’m a friend of Carter’s. Mr. Davenport’s,” she corrected herself. Of course, Mary wouldn’t know the personal turn Claire and Carter’s relationship had taken.

“Nice to meet you,” Claire returned her greeting with a smile of her own. “Would you like to join me?”

Mary looked around and shrugged her shoulders. She reached down and lifted her tank top over her head, leaving her in just a skimpy bikini top. Her breasts practically spilled out the sides and top of the cups. Then she unbuttoned her skirt and shimmied it over her hips. She settled in the chaise lounge next to Claire.

“Carter mentioned he should be home today so I figured I’d stop by and say hi. Do you mind if I use your sunscreen?”

Claire shook her head and felt her pulse race hearing that Carter would be back. She watched Mary start to slather the sunscreen over her body. It was very sensual to watch, especially given the thoughts Claire was having. She was hyper aware of the fact that they were alone and anything was possible.

“Where’s Elise?” Mary asked conversationally.

“She’s with her boyfriend for the day. They went out on his parents’ boat.”

“Ahhh. To be young again,” Mary said wistfully. “I remember when it was all lazy days, long kisses, and quick fucks.”

Claire remained silent, unsure how to respond. It wasn’t as if she really knew Mary and talking about sex just made her feel empty and achy knowing Carter wasn’t there to take care of her.

“You should really put more sunscreen on.” Mary gestured towards her with the bottle. “You’re looking fairly pink. Wouldn’t want to see you get burned.”

Claire took the bottle and thanked her. She tried not to feel conspicuous and awkward as she rubbed the lotion into her body. With Mary’s gaze firmly fixed on her movements, she could feel the heat building in her body, and it had nothing to do with the sun.

“Scoot forward and I’ll get your shoulders for you.” Claire had no choice but to do what she was told now that Mary was standing next to her. When Claire moved, Mary sat behind her so that her outer thigh was against Claire’s hip. A frisson of awareness crept into Claire’s mind and started to take root. She wanted to reach out and run her fingers along Mary’s silky smooth looking legs.

A hum of approval came from Mary as she massaged Claire’s neck and shoulders, rubbing the lotion in with tantalizing motions. Claire’s eyes closed, and she tried not to moan at the contact. She jumped when soft lips settled on the nape of her neck. Before she could react further they started coasting down and over her shoulder. Mary’s hands ventured down her back and around her ribs, up the front of her to her breasts where they cupped her and teased her hardened nipples.