Chapter 25 I Want To Wrap Him Around My Fingers
Claire
“Where are we going?” I asked, shifting restlessly in the seat as the highway blurred past us. My thighs were slick, my body thrumming with need. I wanted him to get us wherever he had planned—fast.
He only smiled, small and secretive. “You’ll see.”
Soon we turned off the main road and approached a sleek, modern building. He drove straight toward the underground parking lot. A heavy security barrier blocked the way; he lowered his window just enough to flash a card, and the gate lifted immediately. He eased the car inside, found a shadowed spot in the far corner, and cut the engine.
He let out a slow breath. “This is one of my homes,” he said quietly, reaching for the seat controls and sliding his back until he had more room. “You’re the first person—besides me—who knows about it.”
Before I could process that, his voice dropped lower, rough with hunger. “But first, Mrs. Claire… I want you to make me come.”
His fingers were already on his zipper. He freed himself in one smooth motion, his thick length springing out, hard and flushed. My mouth watered instantly.
“Come on,” he murmured, eyes dark.
I glanced around the dim garage, heart pounding in what I'm about to do. “I don’t think we should do this here…”
He chuckled, low and teasing, his hand sliding over to cup my ass firmly, squeezing until I gasped. “What do you know? It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve done this in a car.”
Heat flooded my face as the memory hit me—that shameless night when I’d lost all control. “Okay,” I whispered, leaning across the console.
I started slowly, just the flat of my tongue circling the tip. A sharp “ah” escaped him, and his free hand tangled in my hair, gripping tight. He was already so worked up—weeks without release, I could tell. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stroking firmly as I kissed and licked the head, tasting the salt of him.
Then I took him into my mouth, lips sealing around the cap, sucking gently at first. He groaned, hips shifting slightly.
“Hmm… there,” he breathed, the sound raw and unguarded.
He’d been like this since that time in that red room when he came undone, he has been vocal, expressive, every reaction laid bare. I loved it. I took him deeper with each bob of my head, pace quickening, hand twisting in rhythm. His grip tightened in my hair, guiding but not forcing, while his other hand kneaded my ass, fingers digging in possessively.
Moans spilled from him now—deep, helpless sounds he couldn’t hold back. Each one sent a jolt straight to my core.
And in that moment, as he lost himself to my mouth, it hit me: I could have this man wrapped around my finger just as tightly as he had me wrapped around his.
I’ll figure out what to do about him later, how to wrap him around my fingers. But right now, all that mattered was this aching hunger for him, this need to feel him lose control because of me. So I pushed harder, faster than usual, my hand twisting at the base while my mouth took him deep.
“Hmm… it seems you’re getting too good at this,” he murmured, head falling back against the seat, eyes fluttering shut.
The praise lit me up inside. I wanted more of it—more of him unraveling. Without warning, I took him all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged hard, spit spilling from my lips, but I held him there.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, breath coming in heavy bursts.
I eased back just enough to breathe, then plunged down again, deeper. His grip tightened—one hand fisting my hair, the other digging into my ass. One more, I thought. One more and he’ll break.
I did it again—harder, faster. This time he shattered. Thick, hot spurts flooded my mouth, sudden and overwhelming. I choked, eyes watering, but kept him deep, swallowing around him. To push him even further, I hummed low in my throat, the vibration ripping through him. His hips jerked violently.
“Ah—fuck,” he gasped, voice raw.
My vision blurred as I struggled for air, throat working around his pulsing length. Finally, I pulled off with a wet cough, strands of saliva and his come trailing from my swollen lips.
I coughed again, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. When I looked up, his eyes were locked on me—dark, glowing with something fierce and unguarded.
“Who taught you that?” he asked, voice low, edged with raw possession.
I frowned slightly, still catching my breath. “No one, Liam.”
Before the words fully left my lips, his hand was at my throat—firm, not choking—and he yanked me forward. His mouth crashed into mine, brutal and hungry, tongue sweeping in to taste himself on me. I kissed him back just as desperately, moaning into the heat of it.
When he finally pulled away, we were both breathless. He stared at me like he was memorizing every inch of my face.
“I think you’re becoming far too good for me,” he said roughly, “and it’s going to be impossible to let you go.”
Then, slowly, deliberately, he leaned in and licked a hot stripe up the side of my face, tasting my skin like he wanted to eat me raw, I closed my eyes, shivering at the raw intimacy of it.
“Mrs. Claire,” he murmured against my skin, voice thick with need.
“I want to fuck you.”
My pussy clenched hard at his words, a needy whimper slipping from my lips. “Then do it,” I breathed, desperate for him to take me right there.
But he stilled his hands, pulling back just enough to make me ache. “Not yet,” he murmured, voice rough with restraint. “Not until I’ve tasted eat you first. Let's head inside, Mrs. Claire.”
I nodded, dazed, and he brushed a soft, fleeting kiss across my lips before pulling away.
Now we were inside his secret home—the one no one else knew existed. I’d slipped my skirt and panties back on in the car, but the scent of his release still clung to me, my breath, my tongue. I smelled like him, and the thought made my thighs press together.
He looked deliciously undone as he shrugged off his coat and tossed it onto the nearest couch, and he rolled up his sleeves, his hair a bit rough. I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to glance away before I did something reckless like beg him to be fast about it. He’d promised to eat me, and the anticipation was killing me.
A quick glance at my watch: I still had at least two hours. Plenty of time to let him ruin me.
He crossed the room in a few long strides, cupped the back of my neck, and tilted my head up. Our lips met in a deep, wet kiss—slow at first, then hungry, his tongue sliding against mine like he was already devouring me.
Pattie
I stood outside the gate, shifting from foot to foot, the low hum of the vibrator still buried inside me keeping me on edge. Jerry had texted that Liam was on his way, so he should’ve been here by now.
Since that day in the living room, I’d begged him for sex nearly every night. He always brushed me off with the same tired excuses. He’d offered to watch me get myself off—which, at first, felt exciting, like he was building up to something, making me wait until he finally snapped and fucked me senseless.
But the days dragged on, and I realized I’d been fooling myself. He’d sit there while I touched myself, legs spread for him, but he never pulled himself out. Worse—he barely even got hard anymore. Like I bored him. Like I wasn’t enough.
One night he’d barely looked at me, eyes glued to his phone the whole time, thumb scrolling as I moaned his name. I’d never felt so small.
Now here I was again, waiting like a fool, forcing a bright smile as the car rolled through the gates. The vibrator buzzed steadily, keeping me wet and needy. Maybe today would be different.
But then the driver stepped out alone. He didn’t move to open the back door. Instead, he walked straight toward me.
My smile crumbled.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said quietly, “but he won’t be coming home today.”
The words hit like a slap. “Why?” My voice cracked, rising sharply.
“He had somewhere important to be. I’m truly sorry.”
I stormed forward, grabbing the front of his shirt. “Liar. Who is she? Tell me where you dropped him off. Show me her house—now.”
He didn’t flinch. “I didn’t drop him at any lady’s house, ma’am. And I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you where he went. Those were his orders.”
I stared into his blank, professional face and knew pushing would get me nowhere.
I released him, hands shaking. I had to find out what was happening—why Liam suddenly looked at me like I was nothing, why he no longer wanted me or found me attractive. I had to get to the bottom of this before whatever—or whoever—had stolen him from me took him for good.