His Favorite Mistake

Chapter 5

I turned toward the bathroom door the second her voice cut through the music.

The door opened slowly.

And every coherent thought in my head short-circuited.

Clara stood there framed by the soft bathroom light, and the sight of her punched the air straight out of my lungs. She had changed into a sheer black lace bodysuit that clung to every curve like it had been poured onto her skin. The cups barely contained her full breasts, the thin material translucent enough that the dark peaks of her n*ppl*s were clearly visible. Thin straps crossed over her shoulders and dipped low between her breasts, drawing the eye straight down the valley of her cleavage. The high-cut legs of the bodysuit framed the soft flare of her hips and the smooth expanse of her thighs. A delicate gold chain was looped loosely around her neck, the end of it trailing down between her breasts and disappearing into the lace. In one hand she held the matching key, dangling it between two fingers like a promise.

She looked sinful. Deliberate. Completely in control.

I blinked once, twice, my mouth going dry. “What the hell… Baby.” My voice came out rough. “Did you come with all this?” I let out a low, disbelieving laugh, eyes roaming over her without shame. “You had a chain in that bag the whole time, and you carried it so light I never even noticed. You must have been so f*ck*ng prepared for the night. Even when you took the bag into the bathroom, I was sitting here wondering what the hell you were doing back there…” I laughed again, darker this time, the sound thick with heat. “You little menace.”

Clara raised one finger to her glossy lips, the key still dangling from her other hand as she stepped toward me with slow, deliberate steps. The soft click of her bare feet against the floor was the only sound besides the low pulse of the music.

“Shhhhh,” she whispered, eyes sparkling with wicked amusement. “Hold it. You’re talking too much already. Come here before you spoil the fun.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

The second she was within reach, I grabbed her by the waist and yanked her against me. The chain between her breasts pressed into my chest as I crushed my mouth to hers. She tasted like mint and something sweeter, and the soft moan she fed into my mouth went straight to my c*ck. I walked her backward until the back of her thighs hit the edge of the bed, never breaking the kiss. My hands were already everywhere: cupping her *ss, sliding up the curve of her spine, and tugging at the thin straps of the bodysuit like I wanted to tear the thing off her.

Clara laughed breathlessly against my lips when I finally broke the kiss just long enough to look at her. “Impatient,” she teased, voice husky.

“You walked out looking like that and expected patience?” I growled, already pushing her down onto the mattress. “Not a f*ck*ng chance.”

I followed her down, bracing myself over her as I kissed a path down her throat. The gold chain shifted with every movement, the cool metal sliding against her heated skin. I caught one lace-covered n****e between my teeth through the thin fabric and s*ck*d hard. Clara’s back arched off the bed with a sharp gasp, her fingers flying into my hair.

“Frederick…”

I didn’t let her finish. I yanked the cups of the bodysuit down, freeing her breasts, and took one peaked n****e into my mouth properly this time, sucking deep while my hand roughly kneaded the other. She was so soft, so warm, and the way she writhed under me only made me hungrier. I switched to the other breast, biting down just hard enough to make her cry out, then soothed the sting with my tongue.

My free hand slid between her thighs, finding the bodysuit already soaked through. I pressed two fingers against her through the lace and rubbed slow, firm circles over her cl*t. Clara’s hips jerked up to meet the pressure, a broken little whimper spilling from her lips.

“F*ck, you’re already this wet?” I muttered against her breast, my voice rough with approval. “Were you touching yourself in that bathroom while I was out here?”

“Maybe,” she breathed, eyes half-lidded and dark with lust. “Maybe I wanted to be ready for you.”

I groaned and shoved the crotch of the bodysuit to the side, sliding two thick fingers straight into her without warning. She was scorching hot and dripping, her c*nt clenching greedily around the intrusion. I pumped my fingers deep and hard, curling them just right, watching the way her mouth fell open and her eyes fluttered.

“That’s it,” I praised darkly, my thumb finding her cl*t and rubbing in tight circles. “Take it. Let me feel how bad you want this c*ck.”

Clara’s thighs trembled. She reached down and fumbled with my belt, yanking it open with shaky hands before shoving my pants and boxers down just far enough to free my aching c*ck. The second her soft hand wrapped around me, I hissed through my teeth, hips jerking into her grip.

“God, look at you,” she whispered, stroking me from base to tip, spreading the bead of precum over the head with her thumb. “So hard already. All for me?”

“All for you,” I confirmed roughly, pulling my fingers from her soaked c*nt and shoving her higher up the bed. I hooked my fingers into the crotch of the bodysuit and ripped it open with one sharp tug. The sound of tearing lace filled the room. Clara let out a startled, delighted laugh that turned into a moan the second I lined myself up and thrust into her in one deep, brutal stroke.

We both cursed at the same time.

She was tight and wet and perfect, her walls fluttering around me as I bottomed out. I stayed buried for a second, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard, before I started moving. Hard. Deep. The kind of thrusts that made the bed frame knock against the wall and punched breathless little cries out of her with every snap of my hips.

Clara’s legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back as she met every thrust. The gold chain bounced between her bouncing breasts. I caught it in my teeth and tugged, using it to pull her up into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss while I f*ck*d her harder.

The phone on the nightstand started ringing.

I didn’t even glance at it.

Clara’s eyes flicked toward the sound for half a second before I snapped my hips particularly hard and dragged a broken moan out of her. Whatever name had flashed across the screen didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the way her c*nt was gripping me, the wet sounds of our bodies, and the way her nails were scoring down my back.

I flipped us without pulling out, settling her on top of me so she could ride. Clara didn’t waste a second. She planted her hands on my chest and started bouncing, taking me deep, her t*ts bouncing with every movement. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and thrust up to meet her, chasing the building heat at the base of my spine.

The phone finally went silent.

Then it started ringing again.

Neither of us cared.

Clara leaned down, hair falling around us like a curtain, and bit my bottom lip. “Come inside me,” she whispered against my mouth, voice wrecked. “I want to feel it.”

That was all it took.

I slammed up into her one last time and came hard, burying myself as deep as I could go while my c*ck pulsed and spilled inside her. Clara followed a second later, her whole body seizing up as she cried out, c*nt spasming around me in tight, rhythmic waves that milked every last drop.

For a long moment the only sounds in the room were our ragged breathing and the low, forgotten music still playing from the TV.

Clara collapsed onto my chest, both of us slick with sweat. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand lazily stroking up and down her spine while the other toyed with the gold chain still draped around her neck. The torn bodysuit hung off her in ruins. She looked thoroughly f*ck*d and completely satisfied, and the sight did something warm and possessive in my chest.

We stayed like that for several quiet minutes, just breathing together. My mind drifted in the hazy afterglow back to the way she’d walked out of that bathroom, the look in her eyes when she told me to shut up, the way she’d taken everything I gave her and begged for more. For once, the constant noise in my head was quiet.

Then the phone started ringing again.

Clara lifted her head from my chest with a soft, amused huff. She reached over to the nightstand, glanced at the screen, and let out a low, mocking little laugh before holding the phone out to me.

“It’s your wife again,” she said, voice still husky from moaning my name. The corner of her mouth curled into a wicked, unrepentant smirk.

I stared at the glowing screen for a long second. Esther’s name flashed over and over, while Clara’s warm, naked body remained draped over mine, my c*m still leaking out of her. A matc

hing smirk tugged at my own lips. The irony of the moment was almost too perfect.

I took the phone from her hand, thumb hovering over the answer button, and simply looked at it as it continued to ring.