Chapter 34

THIRTY-FOUR

Claudia

The evening feels never-ending, and though I adore my parents, I can’t wait for us to make our escape. Luckily, Anders really does have to get up early in the morning, so we’re able to leave a little before ten. Not that we’re going to do much sleeping. That’s abundantly clear the moment we get back to the room. I haven’t even put my purse down before he’s got me against the wall, his mouth pillaging mine. It’s rough and carnal and shows me exactly what he’s been thinking about all night.

Much the same as what I’ve been thinking about.

Our mouths and bodies crash together with a ferocity I haven’t felt from him before. Passion turns to raw, unadulterated need, and there’s something primal and possessive about the way he presses me into the wall.

“I’m going to fuck you right here,” he grates against my mouth.

“Yes.” As always, there’s zero chance I’m saying no to anything he wants to do to me.

Unfortunately, I’m wearing jeans and a long-sleeve T-shirt, along with a bra and panties, so there’s some fumbling as we try to undress. He yanks at my jeans, nearly toppling me over in his haste to get them off, but he catches me just in time. Luckily, my panties went with the jeans, and apparently that’s enough for him because he rolls the condom on, turns me so I’m facing the wall, and thrusts up deep.

It’s borderline painful because I’m not expecting it and this angle is different than what I’m used to, but this gruffer side of him turns me on. A lot. He’s not his usual gentle, patient self, taking me with a fierceness that leaves me breathless. Or maybe it’s that spot he hits every time he bottoms out. Or the dirty, gruff words he’s whispering in my ear. Those turn me on too.

“That’s right, baby girl—take every inch in that tight, wet pussy of yours… you’re going to feel me until next week.”

“Fuck, Anders…” All I can do is pant.

I’m pressed against the wall in a position where I can’t move. My hands are flat against the wall and his are covering them, keeping me rooted in place as he pounds into me.

“Jut your ass out a little more,” he huffs. “That’s it…squeeze me, baby… tell me how much you like my cock inside you.”

“I…like…it…” I can’t talk. Or think. Or move.

“How much?” He pulls out to the tip, and I whimper in protest.

“So much! A lot!”

“Tell me.” He glides back in much more gently than before and it’s a disappointing contrast to what we’d been doing.

“Anders!”

“You want more?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me how much you like it. Use your words, baby.”

“Fuck… I love it. I need it. When you’re not with me I dream about it!”

He punches up into me hard enough to make me see stars.

“That’s my girl. Now I want you to come all over my cock…” He grinds up hard and deep, until I cry out from the disparate sensations whipping through me. He’s hitting all my trigger points but doing it so roughly that it’s as painful as it is blissful. But before I can say anything, the first shockwaves of pleasure begin exploding out. Slow at first and then hitting me like a blast of gunfire. I might have screamed, but I’m not sure. All I know is pleasure and pain mixed with desperation and need.

“Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck.” I whimper the last part as he slams into me one last time, his roar much louder than mine.

My heart is beating so hard I can hear it, Anders still pulsing inside of me.

“Anders…” My legs give out just as he pulls out and he scoops me up in his arms.

“I’ve got you, baby.” He carries me over to the bed and we curl up together. “You okay?”

“Mm. Yes. Wonderful. That was…awesome.”

“Wasn’t sure you’d like it that rough.”

“I loved it.”

He kisses me. “I figure what we do tonight has to last us just over a month, so it needs to be memorable.”

“You say that like everything we’ve done hasn’t been memorable.”

“I appreciate that, but I want to take things to the next level in bed.”

“There’s a level above what we just did? That won’t kill us?”

“There are a few levels beyond what we just did.”

“You mean, butt stuff?”

“Butt stuff. Restraints. Toys.”

“Sounds intriguing, though butt stuff makes me nervous.”

“We don’t have to do everything or even any of it. But I think you’ll like ass play.”

“Save that for Thanksgiving?”

“We can wait until you’re ready. You just let me know.” He gently kisses me, the intensity of our lovemaking now softer, romantic… loving .

“Thank you for putting up with my parents tonight.”

“Honestly, they were great once your dad got done letting me know he doesn’t want me to hurt you.”

“They’re usually very chill.” I pause. “But I guess I’ve never brought a guy home before. They met Seth at school during parents’ weekend, but it wasn’t a serious thing at that point.”

“I understand where your dad is coming from, but it’s also a little insulting. I just hope I’ve put his fears to rest.”

“He’s never done this before.”

“Well, I understand that you’re a little na?ve in the grand scheme of life. At least when it comes to dating. So he was worried. That part makes sense.”

“Do you think I’m na?ve?”

“A little. Not in a bad way, though. You’ve been focused on your education the same way I’m focused on hockey. I’m to a point in my career where I still have to work hard physically, but the game and everything that goes with it is second nature. You’re still learning the ropes in yours.”

“I feel so young sometimes,” I say. “Like all I’ve done is school-related.”

“You’ve missed out on some things, but you were doing other things. Important things. Don’t minimize your intellect and education—that’s impressive and one of many things I love about you. And the fact that you’re exploring your sexuality with me is a huge turn-on.”

“Is it? You don’t wish I was more experienced so I would know how to please you more?”

He captures my face with his hands. “Baby, do you have any idea how much teaching you things turns me on? It’s a huge aphrodisiac, being the man to make you orgasm the first time…to go down on you the first time. I get to be your first everything. It’s awesome for me. And being the guy you trust enough to do all these things with? I kind of want to pound my chest and shit.”

I giggle. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or roll my eyes.”

“I like kissing better.”

So we do.

Soft and sweet and romantic. His hands skim my body as our tongues tangle, and I know it won’t be long before he’s inside me again.

“It’s going to be a long five weeks,” I whisper as he pulls me astride him.

“I know. But I’ve got a long road trip coming up, so we would have been apart for almost two of the next five weeks anyway. Thanksgiving will be here before you know it. And maybe, depending on how things are at work, you can fly down to Lauderdale for a weekend. I think we’re at home the first weekend in November.”

“That sounds wonderful. I don’t know how I’m going to survive without…this. For five weeks.”

His blue eyes turn a stormy navy color as he turns onto his back.

“It’ll be that much better when we’re finally together.”

“I’m going to miss you so much.” I don’t know how else to express what I’m feeling.

“So fucking much,” he agrees, his eyes hooded as he watches me rip open a condom that was conveniently waiting on the nightstand.

I roll it down without hesitation. Now that I’ve done it a few times, I’m more confident and I happily sink down on his cock.

“Anders…”

“I’m right here, baby.” He doesn’t move, merely watching as I wiggle on his lap.

“How can I be ready to do it again so soon after we just finished?”

“There’s a subconscious desperation going on, because we know how long we’re going to be apart. But don’t worry—I’ll make sure you’re as sated as possible before I leave.”

I rest my hands on his chest, letting my hair fall forward as I stare down at him. “I don’t think it’s desperation so much as…lust. I love everything you do to me, everything you make me feel. I didn’t know it was possible to have these kinds of emotions over something physical.”

“It’s not always like this,” he says, putting his hands on my hips. “Sometimes sex is just sex. But this…well, we have something special, baby. Something I’ve never felt with anyone else. I hope you know that.”

Everything inside me melts into a puddle of emotional goo.

He hasn’t used the word love, but this is close enough.

I know it.

Feel it.

Want more of it.

All of it.

All of him.

“Make love to me, Anders.”