RICH BOY BRIT (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance)(50)

“Oh, I don’t do that,” she defended. “It has to do with our makeup.”

Claire could hardly believe how easy it was to be around him. He made her feel simply good. It wasn’t just his beautiful face; he had a stubborn and persistent streak she loved. There was something special about him, and she wouldn’t mind getting to know him a little better. Suddenly she realized they had been quiet for some time, and he was staring at her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked him.

“I just love the way you laugh,” he admitted. “It makes me want to make sure you always do.”

“I will be leaving here in four days. Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?” she asked. “Who knows if I’ll see you again.”

“You will,” he told her. “You certainly will.”

There was a long and uncomfortable silence filled with thoughts floating around in the vacant space. Claire wasn’t quick to admit it, but there was no denying she wanted to be with him in that moment. She could see that he wanted her, too, but she wasn’t about to blow her cover. As far as he knew, she was hard-headed, so she would leave the work to him.

She could see it in his eyes that he was trying to read her thoughts because they showed visibly on her face, and she wasn’t surprised when he got up and kissed her. Claire’s lips parted, and she received him gladly. She closed her eyes and forgot about everything that made her sad and all the reasons she had come to this beautiful place. All she could think about was Chance and the way his lips moved over hers. Her hands involuntarily went up, locked at his nape, and pulled him closer.

Suddenly he rose and took her hands to lead her to a room. He passed the bar she had seen earlier and opened a door with the most elegant décor. Her heart was racing as she realized what was happening, but she had no intention of stopping him. He looked at her as if to get her consent, then he started kissing her again. He tugged at her lips with force as all his needs hit the surface, and he pulled her aggressively towards him. Claire slammed into his hard chest, but she showed no signs of discomfort as she allowed his free hand to roam her body.

She shifted on her legs to quell the rising tide of need. She was breathing hard by the time Chance slipped his hand inside her blouse and covered her left breast. He moaned then, and Claire let her head fall back and moaned when he buried his head at the base of her throat. His tongue danced along her skin as his finger tickled her taut nipples. When he let her go and led her to the bed, her hands were working at unbuttoning his shirt. She bit her lip when she did, and he watched her work. When she was done, he did the same, taking meticulous care to remove her top slowly and gently.

Claire’s chest was heaving as she sat on the bed and lifted her feet so he could pull off her leggings to reveal silk black underwear that easily came off with his teeth. Chance kept his eyes on hers the entire time, perhaps scared that she would disappear if he moved them. Slowly he eased her back onto soft pillows, and Claire shivered as his hot lips came into contact with her skin. His tongue started at her earlobes and slowly moved down to her neck and made patterns on her firm breasts. He sucked them both, circling his tongue on nipples hard and ready for the taking.

He made a trail downwards as he nibbled her sides and sank the tip of his tongue into her belly button. Claire gripped a handful of his golden hair as he ventured even further, and she could almost see the steam rising when his lips found her clit. He began massaging it, threatening to drive her crazy.

Slowly he stepped out of his pants and knelt on the bed next to her. He raised her buttocks from the bed and positioned his cock next to her pussy. He looked at her for consent, and Claire nodded wildly. He kissed her inner thigh and slowly guided his cock deep within her.

Claire almost screamed.

She gripped the bed linen as Chance moved in her, gently at first, allowing her to adjust to the girth of his cock. When she seemed comfortable, he started thrusting faster and harder. Claire wasn’t experienced with sex, but she had some moves of her own; she started gyrating in that same position with just her upper body resting on the bed. Chance held her hips in place as he sank into her again and again, and Claire let go of the sheets and pinched his nipples. Chance’s head fell back as he was overcome with pleasure, and he started thrusting faster.

Suddenly, he stopped and flipped her onto her stomach, gripping her ass as he forced himself into her tight pussy once more. He moaned as he felt her pussy walls cling to him, and Claire buried her head in the pillow to muffle her own screams. The more he thrust into her, the more she moaned and groaned until a warm sensation started spreading through her body and in her pussy. She was coming for the first time in her life, and it felt good. She grabbed every part of his body that her hands could reach, digging her nails into his skin as the orgasm overtook her. She felt him sink deeper and deeper into her, and he groaned loudly just as he squeezed her hips and emptied himself inside her. He remained in that position until their breathing resumed normalcy, then he fell next to her.

Claire straightened herself and relaxed on her stomach, her face turned towards him. Something about being with him felt right, and she wondered how easily she had given herself to him when she had never done the same with Trent. She smiled at him, and he used his forefinger to sweep back the hairs clinging to her forehead. They remained in blissful silence, enjoying the bobbing of the yacht as it circled the bay.

“How can you be a virgin when you’ve been with another man?” he asked, holding her close to him.