Wrong for Me (Bad Boy Romance) (9 page)

“Just a bathroom,” she said as she ran one of
the decorative towels through her fingers. She turned around to find Kurt
blocking the doorway. His eyes were stuck to her like glue.

Then he walked forward into the bathroom until
her back was up against the wall and his hands were around her waist. His lips
found hers again, just as passionately as they had in the kitchen. He was making
out with her all over her house in ways he could have only dreamed of in his
youth, only he would have never been so confident and dominant back in those
days. Perhaps he had been too timid back then or even too in love, he wasn’t
sure. Either way, it sure was great to do it now.

He pulled away as Claire looked at him with
surprise in her eyes, but he could tell it was a
good
kind of surprise. He smirked before turning on his heel and
walking out of the bathroom.

“What’s next?” he asked casually even though
his mind was now racing with thoughts. Eventually they would be in her bedroom
and he would want to kiss her again when they were in there. He would want to
do a lot more than just kiss her. And he certainly had the courage to go for
it. If she didn’t want something to happen, he would completely respect that.
But this was his chance to finally be with her in some kind of way and he
didn’t want to drop the ball on it.

Claire cleared her throat and straightened her
dress before walking out of the bathroom and straight to the door at the end of
the hallway upstairs. She opened the door to reveal a large and completely
remodeled master bedroom. Kurt had only been in there once or twice before but
it had looked absolutely nothing like it did now. This was sleek and modern but
still welcoming. It was lively with all the bright colors inside.

Her bed was large and covered with a plush
comforter and set of pillows. He turned to the right and saw she had redone the
bathroom as well. It was even nicer than he bathroom in the hallway and, of
course, larger. Everything looked so familiar, yet so different. It was like he
was living in a dream world. He turned and walked into it, running his hand
over the clean surface of the counter top. He glanced briefly at all the
products she had neatly laid out before turning to see her leaning against the
doorway.

“Have a thing for bathrooms?” she asked
cheekily.

“
Hm
,” he responded as
he started walking toward her. “Not exactly,” he added in a much quieter voice.
He closed in around her and pinned her back to the frame of the door before
capturing her lips in yet another fiery kiss. Claire arched her back slightly
and he felt her stomach press against his before she straightened up against
the wall. He grabbed her hips and pulled them toward him. Now the stirring in
his pants had gotten out of control and he knew she felt it push against her by
the little squeal she let out.

“Oh,” she said breathlessly.

Claire didn’t look upset or like she wanted him
to stop. She looked surprised but absorbed in the moment. Kurt smirked again.

 
“Oh?” he
asked with a raised eyebrow. She bit her lower lip and gave a little nod, the
pink returning to her cheeks. He squeezed her waist and pressed his lips
against hers before letting go and walking into the bedroom. Claire walked up
behind him and wrapped her arms around his stomach. She pulled him in and her
lips pressed against the bottom of his shoulder blade, over his shirt. So she
hadn’t been offended. He hadn’t crossed over some boundary. It really was okay
to pursue what he wanted. He turned to look at her, hands falling naturally on
her lower back.

 
“Everything okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” She was staring straight
into his eyes and speaking in the subtly sultry tone that had gotten a rise out
of him the last time.

That was all it took for Kurt to pull her in
close again and initiate another fiery kiss. It was a kiss of a million
emotions. It was a kiss driven by unfulfilled passions from years ago. It was a
kiss that completely set Kurt over the edge for her.

Now they were standing in the middle of her
bedroom making out with full passion and Claire knew he was hard for her. It
was almost unbelievable to him. He started kissing down her neck until he was
laying a trail of soft, closed-mouth kisses along the line of her collarbone.
Claire grabbed at his shoulders and lifted one of her legs slightly so that her
knee was placed at the bottom of his belt.

He moved his hips forward on instinct and let
out a groan when he felt his cock, still restricted in his boxers and pants,
rub up against the crotch of her panties. The sound of her pleasantly surprised
little moan made his cock twitch a bit.

“Fuck,” he growled in her ear before kissing
her again.

He kissed back down her neck, but this time
kept going until his face was nuzzled between her exposed cleavage spilling out
of her dress. Claire’s breathing was heavy, just like his.

“Kurt,” she said between breaths as she wrapped
her hand under his chin and pulled his head back up so she could look into his
eyes.

“Too much?” he asked. She shook her head and
moved in to kiss him before turning around so her back was to him.

“Unzip me,” she invited him. He grabbed her
zipper and pulled it all the way down, at once admiring the exposed flesh that
was so sexily tanned. He exhaled loudly when he realized she wasn’t wearing a
bra. Eagerly, he pushed the straps of the dress down her arms and then ran his
hands slowly back up her arms and over her shoulders. His hands made their way
down the backs of her shoulders and under her arms until they found her
breasts.

Her nipples grew hard and erect under the palms
of his hands as he rubbed them between his fingers. Claire let her head drop
back onto her shoulder as she made small noises of pleasure that were nearly
drowned out by her heavy breathing. Her chest heaved with every breath she
took; a sight Kurt was enjoying. He ran his hands down to her waist and turned
her back around to face him, eyes raking down over every inch of her exposed
body. Her stomach was tight and flat. His eyes landed on her miniscule, white
lace thong and his hardness twitched in his pants again.

“Fuck,” he said in something like a growl,
“You’re hot.”

Claire giggled and bit her lower lip before
taking a large step to be closer to him. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled
her in to another fervent kiss, feeling one of her legs draw up to his hips
again so that he pushed his cock forward against the crotch of her panties. She
moaned louder this time. He did it again and again.

“Oh fuck,” he said, “I-”

He stopped talking in favor of jerking his hips
forward against her a bit faster, but Claire seemed to have gotten the hang of
what he had been trying to say. She pulled him toward the bed and climbed on,
immediately rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. She ran a hand down
her body and started rubbing her wetness over the white lace fabric of her tiny
thong. Kurt watched her in awe and didn’t even noticed when he undid his pants
to pull out his cock and start squeezing it with a tight grip, eyes still glued
to her. Her eyes wandered down and she looked at him jerking his cock. She
slipped her hand under her panties and started rubbing herself as her eyes
stayed glued to his cock. Before long she brought herself to orgasm. Her back
arched off the bed and her body tensed up, hips thrust upward and legs shut
together, as she moaned loudly before her body collapsed back onto the
mattress. Her toes curled as she took a deep breath in, enjoying the feeling of
fluttering tingles traveling down her legs.

Claire sat up and made a ‘come hither’ motion
with her finger. After quickly taking off his shirt and pulling off his pants
and boxers, Kurt walked over and climbed onto the bed. As he got closer and
closer to her, he couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. It was actually
happening. His inner teenage self was practically squealing in excitement and
triumph.

Claire pushed him onto his back and immediately
swung a leg over to straddle him. She moved her body up so that she was
straddling his manhood as she leaned forward to kiss him, breasts pushing into
the bare skin of his chest. Slowly, she started to rub her hips to create
friction against his bare cock. Although the fabric of her thong was a slightly
rough against his sensitive skin it wasn’t enough to take away from how great
it felt, especially since it was Claire doing it to him.

She pulled away from the kiss and placed her
hands flat on his chest to squirm her body downward a bit. Kurt felt a bit of
disappointment run through him until he felt her hand wrap around the center of
his shaft. He groaned as she started moving her hips in circles so that he felt
the very wet fabric of her panties rubbing against him. She started slowly,
tantalizingly rubbing up and down his cock. It was the most incredibly sensual
hand job he had ever gotten. She continued to stroke him, increasing her pace
little by little until she was pumping it in her hand. She had started circling
her hips a bit faster to match the pace.

Claire slowed it down again before running her
thumb over the head of his cock to sweep off a bit of wetness that had spilled
out. She leaned down and spit on his shaft before jerking it in her hand again,
now running her hand over the head of it every few pumps to increase the
friction. She moved her hips up just enough so that her crotch was slightly
rubbing against the lower half of his cock. Kurt clutched at the bed’s
comforter as he tried to hold back an orgasm. But it was useless. It wasn’t
long before he exploded all over her hand.

The two of them got dressed in slightly awkward
silence after Claire had cleaned his juices off her hand and he had cleaned up
himself. Once they were fully dressed they finally turned to look at each other
and, quite unexpectedly, burst into laughter.

“Well, that was something,” she said finally.

She walked up to him and playfully punched his
arm. It was something she would have done back when they were in high school
and had somehow become close friends. But he found it a somewhat odd thing to
do now especially given what they had just finished doing.

Kurt kissed her goodnight before leaving.
Claire watched him drive away from her front door. As he drove back to his
parents’ house he reflected on the night. It was amazing, their little sexual
escapade at the end not included. If he did include that, well, it was all the
better. Walking around town with Claire talking about so many things had been
like reconnecting with an old friend in a way he had never experienced.

As he pulled into the driveway and quietly made
his way into his bedroom, he realized his young teenage self would have given
anything
to be with Claire like he just
had. He cringed at the thought of how many times he had fantasized her hand
around his cock instead of his own. He dropped down onto his bed, still fully
clothed, and looked up at the ceiling with a smile before drifting off to
sleep.

The following morning his mother, who had fixed
him a delicious and full breakfast, asked how his “little date” went. Kurt
would have rolled his eyes and corrected her, telling her it wasn’t a date, but
the truth was that it had felt an awful lot like one even before they wound up
on her bed. Of course that wasn’t something he wanted to tell his mother
either, so he swallowed a mouthful of food and responded with, “Really good.”

She glared at him. “Kurt, you should know by
know your mother isn’t going to take such a simple answer!” She pulled a strip
of bacon off his plate and took a sizeable bite before gingerly placing it back
atop the pancake he was eating.

He sighed and took a sip of orange juice.

“I know,” he groaned. So he told her they had
just wandered around the town square. He told her they talked for hours and
mentioned, as quickly as he could, she had given him a tour of her house when
he dropped her off. His mother raised a suspicious eyebrow but he pointedly
ignored it.

“You still got feelings for her, don’t you?”
she asked softly.

Kurt nearly choked on his food. His mother
always asked forward questions and had always been involved in his life to some
degree or another, but he wouldn’t have expected her to ask that question. But
as he smacked on his chest to suppress a fake cough and attempted to catch his
breath, he realized there was no real reason for him to have been taken by
surprise by her question. It had been, after all, quite a normal question for
her to ask considering she had been all too aware of how in love with Claire he
was in high school.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said smartly
before getting up to fetch the pitcher of orange juice from the refrigerator
and pour some more in his glass. She poured some in her glass too before
putting the pitcher back into the refrigerator.

When she took her seat again Kurt took it upon
himself to clarify. “I’m not still in love with her, you know.”

“Oh, Kurt honey, don’t be ridiculous. Of course
I don’t think you’re still in love with her. That doesn’t mean that seeing her
didn’t wake any of the old feelings back in you,” she told him. She was
absolutely right. It was that moment that it occurred to him she had invited
Claire to his party not just because they had been close friends in high
school.

“Mom, did you know she had broken up with
Tyler?”

“Goodness, the whole town knew!”

That was all the confirmation he needed. He
knew his mom had some inkling he might end up spending time with Claire now
that they were both adults and single. His mother was sneaky, but he had to
hand it to her for her insight and technique. He finished up his breakfast and
immediately went upstairs to change into exercise clothing. He was going to go
for a run and then do some exercises out back. Even though he was on leave he
couldn’t let his workout regimen get too out of line or else he would feel it
once he was back on base. It occurred to him then he hadn’t talked to any of
his Army buddies since he took his leave. But, then again, he was only on his
fourth day of leave.

Kurt changed and went out for his run, enjoying
the crisp country air hitting his face as he went along. As he thought about
Claire and what they had gotten up to at her house, he ran faster and faster.
By the end of it, he was soaked in sweat and out of breath. But that didn’t
stop him from doing his exercises in the backyard before hopping in the shower
and throwing on some jeans and a dark green t-shirt.

 
He went
downstairs, taking two steps at a time, and plopped down on the couch beside
his mother. It was her day off so he decided he would spend all of it with her,
even if they just stayed in and watched movies. It wasn’t as if they ever got
that simple, little joy anymore. And that was exactly what they ended up doing.

It wasn’t until 9pm when she started getting
ready to go to bed that Kurt went upstairs to his bedroom and sent Claire a
goodnight message. She instantly replied with a little kissing face. He
chuckled and tapped the screen of his phone before sending her another message
asking if she was free for lunch the next day. She told him she could work him
into her busy schedule. He could practically hear her laughing. Then he sent
messages to a couple of his Army buddies before sitting on the armchair in his
room to read a couple chapters of the book he had packed before bed.

He ended up turning in rather early and rising
early to get in a good run and workout before getting ready to meet with Claire
for lunch.

They met at old Jerry’s deli, which was still
named “The J-
wich
”. That was something that made Kurt
laugh as he walked in through the front door to be stared at by a young man
behind the counter.

“Welcome to The-J-
wich
,
how may I help you?” He sounded pleasant enough, but also an awful lot like a
prerecording.

Just then Claire stepped out from the door
behind the counter, which Kurt assumed led to an office. “He’s here to meet me.
Can you bring the order to the break room when you’re done prepping it, Pete?”

The young man nodded and Kurt watched as Pete
looked at Claire turn around and walk off. He chuckled silently. It came as no
surprise to him at all that Pete would have a little crush on her. She was,
after all, a knockout and had a great personality. She was exactly the type of
“older woman,” the high school aged boys would fantasize about.

Claire led Kurt to a break room that was
decently sized and quite clean and nice. She had, no doubt, had a hand in
fixing it up. The pops of color weren’t as bright and cheerful as they were in
her house, but they were bold and appropriate for the office atmosphere while
still bringing a special little something. He had been right to think she had a
knack for that sort of thing and was impressed she had even managed to
translate it into her work environment.

 
“Do you
work here most days?” Kurt asked.

“About two or three days a week actually,”
Claire responded as she reached up to pull out some cups from one of the cabinets.
She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of what appeared to be
sparkling grapefruit juice and poured some into each cup. She put the pitcher
back into the refrigerator and then placed the two cups on the table.

“Have a seat,” she said. She was dressed
business casual, but still looked as hot as ever. Her hair was drawn up into a
tight bun and some simple black earring hung from her ears. She wore minimal
makeup. She was stunning all the time and he once again found himself thinking it
was no wonder Pete had a little crush on her.

Just then, Pete walked in holding two plates
with sandwiches on top.

 
“Here
you are, Ms. Collins. Is there anything else you need?” He definitely didn’t
sound like a prerecording when he spoke to her and Kurt could tell the poor guy
was fighting not to stare at her breasts. He chuckled and he caught Claire
side-eyeing him.

She smiled brightly up at Pete and said, “How
many times do I have to tell you to just call me Claire, Pete? Ms. Collins is
so stuffy and formal! Anyway, we’re all set. Thank you so much.” Pete smiled
awkwardly and then walked out in a hurry. That was when she turned around on
Kurt and scolded him for laughing at the guy.

“Anyway,” she said at the end of her scolding,
“I took the liberty of assuming you wanted the usual?”

“Oh, you actually remember?” Kurt pulled the
plate toward him and looked at the sandwich hungrily. It looked just as
delicious as he remembered it, if not more. He quickly picked it up and took a
big bite, savoring every familiar flavor. “Even better than I remember,” he
said after swallowing the first mouthful.

“Of course,” Claire said as she picked up her
own sandwich quite gingerly. “I had them source in some higher quality
ingredients, you know.” She grinned and winked before taking a bite of her own
sandwich and making a noise of delight. “I rarely eat these,” she told him
before taking another bite. He assumed it was because she didn’t want to grow
tired of them since she worked for the place.

They got to talking and Kurt found out she
worked from her home office at least one day a week and then went to the
restaurant’s office in the next town over every Thursday. That was where old
Jerry’s son had set up his office because he had also decided to move out of his
hometown. Old Jerry still lived in the same house now that he was retired and
liked to pop in at the deli every now and then to check on things and say hello
to Claire.

“Every Thursday? So that means you’ll be out
there this Thursday,” Kurt said. It was more of him voicing his thoughts out
loud than actually telling Claire.

But she answered anyway. “Right,” she told him.
“But I typically end up getting home earlier on those days than when I’m here
at the deli.”

“Would you mind if I go with you on Thursday?
I’d like to stop by the town while you’re working.”

“No problem!” Claire said with a grin. Kurt
could see a plan forming in her mind as she put her sandwich down. She narrowed
her eyes and looked at him a bit suggestively. “Then I can make you some dinner
when we get back,” she told him in that same subtle, sultry voice that had
driven him crazy the other night.

Kurt gulped down the bite of sandwich he had
been chewing and nodded. He couldn’t help it– when he thought of being over at her
house again his mind immediately recalled what had happened between them the
last time. It wasn’t that he was assuming the same thing would happen again or
even lead to more, but he also couldn’t ignore what had actually gone down
between the two of them the last time she had invited him over.

He remembered the way he had told her he wanted
to taste her food and felt a stir in his pants again. He hastily picked up his
sandwich and took another large bite to try distracting his mind from any
more dirty
thoughts.

“Sounds good,” he finally told her.