He got onto the bed next to me and took my hair in his hand, pressing his mouth against mine.
“You can’t, but I’ll teach you,” he said after kissing me hard.
I put my hand on his thigh but he stood up. “Another night,” he said.
I cocked my head at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Have to leave you wanting,” he said. “Can’t give you everything right away.”
I laughed. “So now you’re withholding?”
“Something like that.”
I pouted. “Fine. At least I got what I wanted.”
“Yeah, princess. So did I.”
He stared at me again, this strange look on his face, and then he left my room, shutting the door softly behind him.
Once he was gone, the full realization of what had just happened came to me. I was claimed by Jetter, a powerful man. What I just did with Clutch was serious, technically cheating, though I wasn’t really Jetter’s, not really. Still, if someone knew about what had happened, if someone found out, things could be incredibly bad for us.
As I lay there alone in my room in the half dark, thinking about what had happened, Clutch felt almost like a ghost.
He had shown up when I wanted him the most and given me exactly what I wanted. And once he was gone, it was like he had disappeared. But my desire for him hadn’t gone away, not at all.
Though my rational mind was back and somewhat in control.
I got dressed and got under my covers. I couldn’t go out and face him, not yet. I knew that if I did, I might say something I’d regret, like tell him how badly I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t think anything again.
This was the absolute worst possible time for this to happen. Now all I could think about was how incredible he was with his mouth, and how amazing it would be to let him sink his big cock deep between my legs.
I shook my head, clenching my jaw.
This was exactly what I needed to avoid, and yet I couldn’t stop myself. I knew what I was doing when I’d started touching myself earlier. I knew he was right in the other room.
I had wanted that. I still wanted that.
I was going to have to get used to wanting, though, because I was claimed, and my options were getting more and more limited every day.
16
Clutch
I woke up early and put on some coffee.
Janine was still asleep, or maybe she was just still hiding in her room. That was fine with me either way. I still had the taste of her delicious pussy on my lips, still had the memory of her body getting worked under my hands in my mind. She could pretend like that was some mistake, like she didn’t really want it or some shit, but her body told a different story.
The girl couldn’t get enough of it. I’d only given her a taste of what I could do if she finally just gave in and admitted that she wanted me to fuck her until she screamed. I wasn’t about to push it too hard, not yet, not when there was so much at stake.
She needed to figure out what she wanted herself. I could take her at any time, and fuck, I already had. But I needed her to beg for it before I really let her have what she really wanted.
After an hour I heard her stirring in her room. She went into the bathroom and started the shower. I smiled to myself and drank my second cup of coffee. She was avoiding me, but that was fine. She probably had a wet dream all about my thick, hard cock sliding into that tight, delicious little pussy of hers.
I watched TV, feeling pretty bored, while she got ready for work. Finally, after a half hour of silence, she walked into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Morning, princess,” I said. “Have sweet dreams?”
She stared at me for a second, and I could have sworn she was blushing. “I slept fine, thanks.”
I smirked. “What’s our plan for today?”
“I’m going to work,” she said, getting some coffee. “I assume you’re following me.”
“That’s the job,” I said. “Don’t pretend like you don’t enjoy having me around.”
“Been a real blast so far,” she said.
“Seemed to enjoy yourself last night.”
She gaped at me.
I laughed and stood up. “What, we’re not talking about that?” I asked.
“I thought it would be better if we didn’t,” she said, gathering herself.
“I’m not the type to pretend,” I said. “I’d rather just tell you how I was dreaming about that tasty little cunt all night long out here.”
“Okay,” she said, drinking her coffee.
“I’m glad you’re good with that.”
“Not like you’ll stop.”
“More like you want me to keep going.”
“We can’t keep doing this, Clutch,” she said.
“I think we can.” I stood near her, smirking, my cock hard, excitement pulsing in my veins. “I think we can do exactly what you want.”
“Take me to work,” she said simply.
“Whatever you want, princess.”
She walked past me, brushing against me slightly, and that just sent more fire through my body. I followed her out the door, smirking to myself.