Passion.

Chapter Twelve

"There you go." David says, carrying me into the bedroom. "You didn't have to carry me in." I say, the action reminding me of the inevitable. Of course one day I'll want to get married, but I have to realize that I can't. I have two men who are the most wonderful and interesting humans alive all to myself, why would I take advantage of that? Besides, I would never choose one of them over the other. I'm in love with both of them, and that's enough for me. To fall for two great men, in such a short lived time, is the best possible thing I could've asked for. I'll savor the moments with both of them forever, even if this isn't forever. But that thought is disrupted when Roan walks in and asks David to walk out. He sits on the edge of the bed right by my feet, keeping some distance. There's a saddened expression on his face, one I want to comfort, help make better. But he makes it clear that that's not possible. "What's wrong?" I ask. "We need to talk." He responds. "Okay." "I'm sorry I said I love you." "Don't be." I say. "No, I really am because this can't happen. We can't be together, romantically. I shouldn't have taken you to the charity ball, I shouldn't have had you on my arm that night, because it meant more to me than you could imagine. I fell in love with you so easily. And that's not okay Claire. I don't do the romance thing." "Yes you do, you showed me it that night." "Well it's over. This is strictly sex, that's what it said in the contract, that is what it'll be." "Okay." I say. "Okay?" He asks, not expecting my answer to be so cold. "Yes. Okay. Strictly sex, that's what it will be. I'm fine with that." "Thank you for taking it so well." He says. "No problem." I respond. He's right, this is what I signed up for. We broke the contract's rules, and if he doesn't want to do that, it's fine. I'm living under his roof, I respect him. Just as much as I respect David. Whom I'd rather be spending my time with right now. He walks out just as David walks back in. "My mother is in town hosting a welcome party, she invited Me and Roan, I'm bringing you." "I'm not sure she would want to meet me. After all, I'm sleeping with her ex husband and her son." "No, she's not my mother. Biologically she is, but I've never considered her that. Besides, her and Roan were never married, I was the result of a one night stand." "Okay, but I'm picking out the dress, and I'm buying it for myself." "Ahh, first spend of the new money?" He says, grinning. "Yes. I'm an independent woman." "Really?" "Mhm." I bite my lip. "Prove it." He says, wickedly. "How so?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. He takes my hand and leads it to the bottom of my stomach. "What are you" I'm cut off because he spreads my legs open and puts my hand between them. "Take your pants off." He instructs. I slide my pants down my legs. I know what he wants me to do, but truthfully, I've never done it to myself before. "Now do this." He says, leading my hand into my underwear. "Act as if it's my hand." He says, coming closer to me, whispering in my ear. "Put your two fingers here." He hits a pressure point. "And rub. Imagining me fucking you with my fingers." I moan. He kisses my neck. "Let the pleasure take over." I close my eyes and feel me please myself. This is independence, I'm just following his guidance. I open my eyes and see his erection, bulging out of his pants. "Touch yourself." I beg. He smiles at my insist. He takes his pants off and looks rigid and sexy as he puts his palm over his length. Fuck. He strokes himself over and over again, and I watch in awe. I want to grab him and have him fuck me into the bed, but this, this is good. I finger myself, watching him stroke his hand over his cock. It gets me excited and I see him look at my action, pleasuring himself to me as well.
David's POV:
I've always wanted to make her explore herself like this. I've pictured what she would look like, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, legs spread open as she finds her spot, making herself come. It's so fucking hot. Hotter than I ever could've imagined.
She is perfect. There's not a doubt in my mind.
Claire's POV:
I speed up my hand, doing the same movement with my two fingers continuously. I watch David climax and he ejaculates onto my stomach. I like it. The sticky moisture on my stomach. He sees the secret smile that falls upon my face and says "you like that don't you. I knew you were dirty." He wipes the moisture onto his finger and sticks it into my mouth, having me taste his come. It's warm and fulfilling, and the vision of him pouring himself onto me makes me reach my orgasm. I moan and grab onto his face. Something comes out of me, but it's not most of my orgasm. It feels so good though. I stick his face in front of my pussy and realize that I'm squirting onto him. This is fucking amazing. A clear liquid is squirting out of me and onto his lips, and he's enjoying it. He licks his lips and I go crazy for it. I start to shake and my back arches off the bed as I feel something I've never felt before. I rub my hand over myself once again and the release is so fast, yet so relieving and satisfying. I'm sweating as I come undone and fall back onto the bed. David gets next to me and I ask "What was that?" I feel stupid for asking, but I'm still new to this. "You just gave yourself one of the best orgasms you'll ever have. It's sexy when a woman squirts." "Oh." I smile. He clears his throat, "Now that we're refreshed," he winks, "Let's go take a shower." "Together?" I ask. "I wouldn't want it any other way." I follow him into the bathroom and we unclothe, heading into the bath. I've never really been a fan of taking baths, but this could be relaxing. He goes in first and I lay my body between his legs, resting the back of my head on his chest. He grabs a rag and saturates it. He drags it down the front of my body and says "do you know how beautiful you are?" I don't respond. He sees my distant connection and he lifts my chin, making me look at him. "You make me crazy woman. Every inch of you is stunning, never doubt that." He washes me, gently. "I've never been so captivated." He runs the rag between my thighs, and back up and over my breasts. "You are a phenomenal woman, I love you Claire Stone." "I love you David Smith." I look up at him, and kiss his lips, tenderly. I turn over and sit on my legs. I put the rag on his broad shoulders and wash him with the water. I release the rag from my grip and feel his body. I kiss his neck and his skin twitches. "I'm obsessed with you." I say, honestly. I pick up the cloth and continue washing him with it, still keeping my lips and tongue on his skin. Gliding my tongue up to his ear and nibbling on it, I love his reaction. I bring my tongue back down, this time to his lips. I press mine onto his, rough yet soothingly, and we get lost in each others mouths. I grab onto the back of his neck and pull him closer to me. "You're mine Claire Stone." "I always will be." I say, through our lip lock.
After we're finished, I get dressed and David gets a private car for me to be driven to the best dress store in town.
When I arrive, I see how luxurious the place is.
It's full of color and radiance. "What would you like Ms.Stone?" A woman approaches me. "I'm going to a party and I need to look elegant yet sexy. Something classy yet risqué. Any ideas?" "I have two perfect dresses that I think were made just for you. Follow me." I follow her into a room and she's right, these dresses are gorgeous. One is white, shining with innocence seeping through, with a mermaid style and lace fabric running across it. The other, black and risky yet simple. With a straight silhouette, and ruffles gathered at the bottom of it. "I'll try on both." I say. "Okay, let me know when you need help with the zipper." The kind woman steps outside the dressing room. I put on the black one and automatically know it's not the one. Putting on the white dress, I feel like I was made for it. My boobs fill out the top, showing enough cleavage to satisfy the eyes. It hugs my hips and compliments my figure beautifully. I go out to show the lady and she claps her hands in excitement. "You look amazing!" "Thank You. I'll take this one." I smile.
After my $100 purchase, I make my way to the store. I pick up a curling iron and a nice nude lipstick, and go back to the Smith's house. When I arrive, Roan comes over and insists on seeing what's in the bag, but I tell him to back off. I want to shock everyone tonight. I'm not one hundred percent confident yet, but I'm starting to like how I look. I go into the upstairs bathroom, and lay out my dress and supplies. I start to curl my thick blonde hair first, and it takes over forty minutes to get a natural curl look. When I'm finished, I put on the dress and lipstick. For a natural face, no makeup except the painted lips, I do look pretty. I put on my already-owned heels and go outside and walk down the stairs.
Roan's POV:
Wow. She's glowing as she walks down the stairs.
David's POV:
Truthfully, I don't have any words. She's to ravishing to describe.
Claire's POV:
Walking down the stairs, I see my two men. They're staring at me, and I could tell I have them wrapped around my finger. They look so handsome in suits, I'll never get enough of them. I notice I've captured there attention, and that's something I'll hold onto. I get to the bottom of the stairs and they walk over to me. "You like?" I ask, knowing the answer. "You" "Look dazzling." Roan and David say. "Is it time to go?" "Yes." I wrap my arms around each of theirs, and they walk me outside and into the limo. When we arrive, everything is so fancy. Holding my right arm is Roan, and my left, David. I'm lucky to have the best dates here. We walk in, making a grand entrance, and a woman with black hair and green eyes, walks up to us. "Hello Son." She greets David, kissing him on the cheek. "Hello Roan." She says, giving him a harsh look and cold smile. "Ahh, who do we have here?" She asks. The men go to introduce me, but I can do that myself. "Hi, I'm Claire Stone." I smile, relaxing my grip on there arms and putting my hand out to shake. She refuses to shake my hand and says "Oh, so you're the fresh meat." "Excuse me?" I ask, politely. "David and Roan's new toy, you're her?" "I'm not a toy Mrs.Smith, oh wait.." I could see her get annoyed at my remark. If she wants to give me attitude, she better not expect nothing back. "Your son is a delight." I say, complementing her work. "But so is Roan." I smile, licking my lips and giving both of my men a sexy smirk. "Ugh, this disgusts me. But please, enjoy the party." "Oh we will." Roan says, giving her a wicked grin. We quickly sip champagne and make our way onto the dance floor. David gets behind me and feels my body with his arms, subtly grabbing my hips. Roan comes in front of me and outlines the shape of my stomach with his hands. David gets hold of my arm and spins me into Roan's embrace. "Oh. So this is what we're doing." I say, aware of the appealing dance taking place. I take both of them by there ties and pull them to me, just to push them away. Roan pulls me back towards him and David starts on my knee and slides his hand up my leg. I tap my heel and we begin to dance, really dance. Roan picks me up and dips me, as David puts me back on my feet and spins me outwards and back under his arm. I notice that the dance floor has cleared, and there's a small circle watching us, and I don't mind it. I take David by his tie and he puts his hands on my hips, following me to Roan. Roan puts his arms on each side of my hips and dips me. I fall back into David's touch and we dance together. At our final step, I hear the audience that has gathered to watch, clap. I bow and show David and Roan off. The feeling is exhilarating. I look over to David's mother, and the look she has on her face is priceless. We walk off the dance floor and over to get some food, and just as everything is going fairly well, I get a text from an unknown number. "Hi Claire, this is Demetria, your sister. I was wondering if we could talk."
Worst. Timing. Ever.