Chapter 13

THIRTEEN

Anders

She’s turned on.

I can feel it.

I don’t need to slip my fingers beneath her bathing suit to know how wet she is.

And I’m hard as a fucking stone.

Good thing she’s sitting in front of me, between my legs, or our friends would see exactly what I’ve got beneath my trunks.

My fingers inch toward the promised land, and I brush my hand over the top of her mound, keeping the pressure light and my mouth firmly on hers.

I feel her stiffen so I pause what I’m doing.

“Too much?” I start to pull away but she stops my hand with hers. Then, without saying a word, she leans in for another soul-bending kiss.

The first time I kissed her, she’d been wary, her tongue barely coming out to play with mine. It took a little while for her to get comfortable with it, but now she’s all in and kissing her is fun.

Maybe too much fun.

Because I want more.

So much more.

But I can’t. Not yet anyway.

Her round little ass is wiggling against my groin, and I know she feels how hard I am.

“You like that?” I murmur, grateful for the sound of Jordan’s voice as he sings ‘Me and Bobby McGee.’ “Because it would feel even better if I was using my tongue… right between those wet lips. I think you’d like it if I went down on you…nothing inside of you. Except my tongue. Everywhere. Licking. Kissing. Sucking on your clit…do you ever touch your clit?”

Our mouths are a fraction of an inch apart, and she shakes her head.

“You don’t touch yourself?”

“I don’t know…how…to do that stuff,” she whispers. “I was young and embarrassed in high school, and then after…you know… too afraid.”

Jordan goes into a more modern song called “Push,” from Matchbox Twenty, and I can’t help but feel how poignant those song lyrics are for Claudia’s situation. Maybe even for mine. Just in a different way.

So I keep kissing her, because I don’t know how else to show her what we could share. If she’ll just allow it.

I know she likes it.

I know she likes me.

We just have to get past this first hurdle.

Making out.

Like a couple of high school kids, where I have to watch where my hands go and she’s so innocent she doesn’t even masturbate.

“Bend your right knee,” I tell her.

“What?”

“That way, between your knee bent and your dress flowing over us, no one will see where my hands are.”

I wrap one arm around her waist, keeping her tight against me, and then let my free hand wander. Across the inside of her thigh, over her mound, up to her stomach. I flatten my hand and move it toward her hip, cupping it gently. She nestles deeper against me, and my cock strains painfully.

Jesus, I’m gonna blow like I’m fourteen again.

But her first.

That’s all I care about.

I just want to be the one to get her off for the first time.

“Get on my lap and then tilt your hips so your crotch is pressed against my cock,” I whisper.

She moves into position without a word.

And fuck, does that feel good.

Even with the barrier of my swim trunks and her bathing suit, I can feel her heat.

I use two fingers to slide over her mound and down toward her vagina. Her suit is damp, which is a good thing. I don’t want to scare her, though, so I move away and focus on her clit. It’s tricky to find when she has clothes on, but I’m determined.

She jerks and a tiny sigh escapes her, letting me know I’m close.

“That’s right, baby, press down against my cock…let me feel that you want me as much as I want you.”

She whimpers, practically grinding against me now.

But we’re not alone, and while I don’t have a shy bone in my body, I know she’ll be mortified if anyone sees her getting off.

“Shh,” I say softly, pressing a light kiss on the side of her neck. “Let me do the work. But you’ll have to be quiet, or everyone will hear you.”

“Anders…” Her voice is breathy, anxious, excited. There’s a lot of emotion in that one word, but I like hearing my name on her lips.

“Say it again,” I command. “My name.”

“Anders.” Her eyes flutter open as she turns to look at me.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

I increase the pressure between her legs, my finger sliding between her folds. I hate the fabric barrier keeping me from touching skin, but she’s rocking against me now, tiny little whimpers of pleasure escaping her. I back off the pressure, and she cries out, but catches herself in time to bury her face in my shoulder.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

Jordan starts to play ‘I’m on Fire’ by Bruce Springsteen.

It’s like he knows what we’re doing.

He probably does.

They all probably do.

Claudia’s the only one who isn’t aware that she’s right on the verge of coming.

I go back to stroking her clit, and slide the arm around her waist higher, so I can rub my thumb across her nipple.

Which is already hard.

Oh, fuck.

My dick is even harder.

“Anders…”

“Just keep saying my name.”

She’s close.

I feel her fluttering with need.

With arousal.

“ Anders .” She’s panting now, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggles to keep everything in.

But it’s too late for that.

All I can do is guide her and hopefully drown out the sound of her cries.

“Oh, my God…” Her eyes widen and then she squeezes them shut, burying her face in my shirt as she cries out.

Fuuuck.

Watching her come is so damn hot.

I don’t even mind that I can’t get off too.

Well, not much anyway.

My hand is still pressed against her pussy, and she’s finally stopped moving.

“That was beautiful,” I whisper against her hair. “Did it feel good?”

“So good.” She slowly lifts her head and looks around, as if expecting everyone to be watching us.

But they’re all still completely focused on Jordan, who’s now playing “My Girl,” by the Temptations, and everyone is singing.

“No one has any idea what we’re doing,” I say softly. “Don’t worry.”

“Anders.” Her eyes are on mine now, and I’m not sure what I see there.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I…thank you.”

“No.” I shake my head. “Never thank a man for sex. It’s mutually pleasurable. We’re not doing each other a favor…we’re enjoying each other.”

“But you didn’t…” She bites off what she was going to say, as if it’s hard for her to say those kinds of things.

“Not now, no, but I will. Either at a later date with you or by myself. It’s okay for me to pleasure you. Mine will happen.”

“I didn’t… fuck . I thought my girlfriends were exaggerating about how good it feels. I really did.”

“Not an exaggeration. And what you just experienced was probably a very tame orgasm. When I get you off with my mouth, you’re not going to be able to be quiet.”

She dips her head shyly. “That sounds…fun.”

“It will be. You’ll see. Everything we do together will be fun.”

“Even before that night we slept together, Seth never made me feel like you do. He never managed to… get me there. And it made me think there was something wrong with me.”

“There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with you,” I insist. “The problem was him being both inexperienced and selfish.”

“You really believe that?”

“He was a boy,” I say quietly. “I’m a man. Your pleasure will always come before mine.”

“It’s hard to remember why I was ever nervous when I’m with you.”

“I don’t want you to be nervous when we’re together.”

“Well, whatever you’re doing, it seems to be working.

“We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know when we’re going to be alone.”

“Then let’s make a plan.” I wait, letting her mull it over. At the end of the day, she has to decide if this—if I—am worth the effort it will take for us to make time for each other.

“I have to talk to Hana.”

“Speak of the devil.” I look up as Hana pads over to us.

“Hey, you two,” she says with a smile. “Claudia, would you mind if I went out for a nightcap with Aiden?”

“Oh.” Claudia nestles closer to me. “No. Not at all.”

“I’ll probably be back late, so don’t wait up.”

“I won’t.”

“See you later.” She waves and makes her way back over to where she’d been sitting with Aiden,

“That was easy,” Claudia says, shaking her head.

“Does that mean you want to go out tonight?”

“Sure. Or, you know.” She dips her head in that soft, sweet way she often does. “We could stay in.”