Experimenting With Ed (9 page)

“Okay,” she agreed, stumbling a little as she dismounted the bike. He caught her arm to steady her. “Thanks.”

He released her slowly and walked backward for a couple steps, as if watching to make sure she didn’t fall over. When she managed to keep standing, he jogged toward the motel office, shooting glances over his shoulder to check on her.

Raising her hand in a floppy-sleeved wave, Claire watched as he disappeared into the office. She glanced around. The motel looked fairly new, actually. There were a few cars scattered around but otherwise the place was deserted. She figured the rain was keeping everyone inside.

Everyone with sense
, she mentally amended, watching droplets work their way down the visor of her helmet.
Everyone not on the run from some mysterious “them” people or ex-bosses with a grudge.
Shoving rage-filled thoughts of Gordon to the back of her head, Claire shifted from one foot to the other, wanting to walk in circles but not wanting to appear insane on the off chance someone was watching.

After endless, damp minutes had passed, she saw Ed heading toward her again and she took a relieved breath. Not only was it soggy but the parking lot was also a bit spooky in the dim, rainy light.

“Success?” she asked when he got close enough to hear.

He nodded and pulled the now-wet hat from his head, holding out his hand for the helmet. Claire gave it to him and climbed onto the bike behind him. The rain picked up as they drove to the far end of the building and parked. Ed grabbed the pack and they both dashed for the door, huddling against the building as Ed inserted the key and shoved open the door.

Yanking off her helmet while kicking off her shoes, Claire looked around the room. It was a basic motel room with two double beds, but it appeared clean and new and was surprisingly inviting. “Mind if I shower?” she asked, pulling off her wet coat and hanging it in the closet across from the bathroom. She put the helmet on a shelf above. “I’ll be quick.”

“Go ahead,” he told her, shedding his own coat.

“Thanks.” Shooting him a grateful smile, she ducked into the bathroom and turned on the shower before stripping off as fast as she could with numb fingers. She hung her shirt and jeans on towel bars to dry and brought her panties, bra and socks into the shower with her so she could rinse them out.

The water was wonderfully hot, although she yelped when the first blast hit her numb skin. The painful tingling eased and, so happy to be warm, she hummed as she rinsed her underwear.

The curtain was yanked open and she shrieked, instinctually covering herself. When she saw Ed, she started breathing again. “You scared me! If you wanted the shower first, you should’ve said,” she told him.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Fine.” She kept an arm across her breasts as she reached with the other hand to tug the curtain shut but Ed didn’t budge.

“Heard a noise,” he told her.

“The water was hot,” she explained. “I’m
fine
.” She pulled at the curtain again. “C’mon, Ed, in or out. You’re letting in the cold air.”

His eyes heated and she swallowed as she realized what she’d just said. Ed stepped back and pulled the curtain shut. After a long second, Claire turned back to her underwear, stupid tears stinging her eyes because he hadn’t taken her up on her offer.

“Stupid,” she muttered under her breath as she squeezed water out of her panties and flung them over the curtain rod. “Why are you feeling all hurt about this? You didn’t even mean to ask.” Her bra and socks followed, lined up across the rod next to her panties. “Just because—”

Her words ended in a startled gasp when the curtain was pushed aside again to reveal a naked Ed—naked and extremely aroused.

“Wow,” Claire breathed. “Guess that’s an ‘in’ then.”

Her heart fluttering against her ribs, she backed up as he stepped into the shower, tugging the curtain closed behind him. Just the way he looked at her with those molten silver eyes started a heavy pulse of excitement in her pussy. He touched her shoulder, his fingertips skating over her wet, flushed skin, across her collarbone and down to her breast. Ed circled her nipple with his fingers, a tighter and tighter spiral until he caught the tip and pinched it sharply.

Claire moaned as pleasure shot through her, a direct line of sensation from her breast to her pussy. His other hand ran down her stomach, his fingers delving between her thighs. When he caught her clit in a gentle tug, her knees went watery, threatening to give way beneath her.

“Not to be a shower-sex spoilsport,” she gasped, “but I’m about to fall down. Can we maybe move this to a bed?”

“Sure,” he said, although his fingers continued to play with her nipple and clit.

She couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting shut and her legs wobbled again. “Ed,” she reminded him. “Moving? To bed?” His hands fell away and her eyes opened reluctantly.

“Right, then,” she said briskly, hiding her illogical disappointment that he’d stopped. “We should probably wash up. You know, since we’re in here.” She concentrated on peeling the paper from the tiny bar of soap.

“Shampoo?” Ed offered as she reached out of the shower to toss the soap wrapper into the garbage. The air was chilly and she quickly pulled back into the steamy warmth of the shower.

“Sure,” she answered belatedly, holding out a cupped hand. Instead of pouring some shampoo from the tiny bottle he was holding, Ed was staring at her chest. Glancing down to follow his gaze, Claire realized the cool air outside the shower had hardened her nipples to even sharper points. Although she would’ve loved to feel his hands on her breasts again, she knew they’d never get out of the shower if he did. Turning around, she glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Would you mind washing my hair?” she asked, and he nodded, pouring some shampoo onto his palm and working it into her already soaked hair. “I don’t suppose there’s any conditioner where that came from?” she asked, not very hopefully.

“It’s in it,” Ed told her, showing her the bottle. “Two-in-one.”

She made a face. “Suppose that’s better than nothing,” she said. “Besides, I’ll just be covering up my head with a helmet. No one will even see my flyaways.”

He grunted, both of his hands massaging her head now. Closing her eyes, Claire leaned into his touch.

The guy has a future in professional shampooing
, she thought and then swallowed back a groan of protest when his hands left her head too soon. Ed turned her around so the water rinsed away the suds as he stroked her hair back away from her face. As she reluctantly opened her eyes, Claire realized she still held the soap.

“Here.” She handed it to him and picked up the tiny shampoo bottle. “Let me do your hair now.” Eyeing his towering form and the hair sitting way up top, she tried to figure out logistics. A solution occurred to her—a practical
and
somewhat naughty solution.

“Pick me up,” she told Ed. After putting down the soap, he lifted her easily until they were face-to-face. “Higher,” she ordered.

Although his eyebrow shot up, he did as she asked, hoisting her up even more.

She nodded in satisfaction. “Perfect.” Wrapping her legs around his torso, Claire emptied the remainder of the shampoo on his head and then tossed the bottle toward the ledge. It bounced off and skittered around the tub, but Claire was too far off the ground to worry too much about it. She massaged his head, working the shampoo through his hair until it stood in white, sudsy peaks.

Ed made a low noise, a rumbling groan deep in his chest, and she glanced at his face, grinning when she saw his eyes were half-closed in bliss. Using her short nails, she gently scratched at his scalp, front to back in wavy lines. He groaned his approval.

As she soaped his ears, Claire could feel his hands kneading the globes of her ass. With an appreciative murmur, she wiggled in his grasp. The movement made her realize how her position opened her pussy against him. Running soapy hands down his neck and over his shoulders, she tightened her legs, rubbing against him.

He squeezed her ass harder as he kissed her neck, nuzzling her wet skin. One hand shifted, his fingertip finding her tight rear entrance and brushing across the puckered hole.

Claire whimpered, her hands trying to find purchase on his slick, tightly muscled back, using her nails to score faint lines across his skin. He growled and plunged his finger into her ass. The invasion made her gasp and clench around the digit as her body fought to adjust. No one had done this to her before and she wasn’t sure if she liked the sensation or not. As he pulled out, she realized she missed the intruder and nudged her hips back toward Ed’s hands, asking for more.

Instead of complying, he turned around so his back was to the spray. Tipping his head back, he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. Claire helped, wiping the suds from his forehead and finger-combing his saturated hair.

When the shampoo was rinsed away, she kissed his upturned mouth. “Do it again.”

“What?”

She frowned at him. By the quirk of his lips, it was obvious he knew perfectly well what she was talking about. “The thing with your finger,” she told him, feeling her cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Please?”

“Thought you wanted to go to bed.” Despite his words, a fingertip ghosted over her eager back hole.

“That was before you did
that
,” she said, wriggling beneath his touch. “Plus, when you’re holding me, I’m not in any danger of falling over.”

He smiled, although his eyes burned as fiercely as ever. Holding her with one hand—
he’s so strong!
Claire marveled for the fiftieth time—he picked up the soap with the other. “Wash me,” he ordered, handing the bar to her.

She obeyed eagerly, putting aside her desire to have his thick finger up her ass for the opportunity to touch him. She soaped his chest and arms as far as she could reach.

“Down, please,” Claire said, untangling her legs from around him. He reluctantly lowered her to her feet. As she washed his belly, running her sudsy hand across the solid hills of his abs, she was careful not to brush against his erect cock and instead crouched down to soap his feet and ankles.

She worked her way up his calves, knees and thighs, and then she moved behind him and started from his feet again, moving up his legs. Her soapy hands slid over his ass and she marveled at the hard perfection of Ed. His body was like an anatomy lesson, with every well-developed muscle standing in relief.

With a wicked smile, she ran her thumb down the crevice between his cheeks. He clenched, trapping her hand for a second, as if he anticipated her next move. Brushing her thumb over his rear opening, echoing his teasing move of just a few minutes before, Claire pushed inside, burying her soapy thumb in his ass.

He hissed out a breath but didn’t move away. The grip of his body was oddly arousing, this feeling of being the penetrator for once. After pulling almost free, she couldn’t resist another plunge before withdrawing completely.

Soaping his back, she continued her explorations, tracing the diagonal lines of his back muscles from his spine to his hips and all the way around his sides until she could wrap her soapy hands around his erect cock. Ed jerked at her touch, groaning as she tightened her fingers, sliding first one fist and then the other up the length of his erection and over the tip.

“Turn, please,” she asked, her voice husky. He obediently rotated to face her, his cock standing stiffly. After lathering up her hands again, Claire handed him the bar. Using both hands, she soaped his balls.

With an audible intake of breath, Ed widened his stance as far as the tub would allow, giving her better access. She took full advantage, sliding her fingers across the sensitive skin behind his sac. As one hand closed around his cock, her other found his tight hole and she pushed the tip of one finger inside him.

He stepped back, pulling away. “Can’t,” he gritted out.

“What?” Claire reached for his cock again, missing the heat and hardness, but he caught her wrist with a short shake of his head.

“Too close,” he explained roughly. Every muscle in his body and face was held tightly and his eyes were narrowed to silver slits. “Told you—no control.”

Overwhelmed by the desire radiating from him, Claire just nodded.

“Turn around,” he ordered, and she did. His hands soaped her back briskly, almost impersonally, until his fingers dropped to her ass and lingered. Claire pushed back and his touch disappeared. She gave a disappointed murmur and the hands returned, on her calves this time. They slid up her legs and her breath caught as they neared her inner thighs, but then his hands dropped away again.