Play Me Harder (3 page)

“Take it,” Cole said as he began to move harder and faster, convinced that she could handle it.

Claire’s thighs shook and her ass jiggled under the onslaught of his plunging cock. Her tits swung back and forth, hitting the back of the sofa and she felt an orgasm coming.

Cole felt his own orgasm building, his teeth grit together and he slammed into Claire, his hands gripping the spread open cheeks of her ass as his dick drove in and out of her.

They came together, both of them crying out and shaking with pleasure. The beating dick in her ass made Claire’s orgasm even more intense, the feel of hot come spurting inside her had always been a huge turn on for her.

They collapsed on the sofa, Claire rolling far over so he could lie beside her.

They may have laid there
forever
except a loud noise startled them both. Sitting up they saw a helicopter hovering across the edge of the mesa that the house sat on.

“That’s my
Daddy!”Claire
squealed.

“Shit!”Cole yelped
.

He tossed her skirt to her and grabbed his clothes and then he dragged her down the hallway, desperate to get her into some clothes. He rummaged through drawers in the bedroom while Clair stared at the simple wooden bed and the hand carved dresser in a type of awe. He tossed a t-shirt at her to replace her torn blouse and she used it to wipe herself off. Groaning but amused Cole handed her a second shirt and tossed the first one into a corner.

They were as dressed as they could be so they went back into the living room, Claire kicking the remnants of her blouse under the sofa, and opened the front door.

“Daddy!” She yelled, waving her arm.

Cole didn’t know how she expected to be heard over the noise of the blades but he didn’t bother saying anything to her about it. She was jumping up and down, her breasts bobbing in a way he wished she would stop because the last thing he wanted was to say hello to her father while he was dealing with a hard on.

The helicopter landed sending dust swirling across the flat table of land. A very handsome man got out and ran toward Claire. She held out her arms and he hugged her hard.

“I’m sorry, “he said. “I was trying to do what was best for you.”

Claire blinked, “What do you mean Daddy?”

Her father looked embarrassed as he shot a look at Cole, “You have gotten so Hollywood. You seem to only want to be on television and to be in the spotlight and I thought that if you got a scare thrown into you it might change your mind, make you decide to go to college and do things differently.”

Rich people, Cole thought with some amusement. “Your thugs shot at us.”

“I know
,  I’m
sorry. They were told not to let her go and I never thought that they would take it that far.”

“Your pilot is dead.” Cole added.

“I know,” he sighed. “It’s a pity, he was a great guy. He used to fly upper management for the company, which is why you didn’t recognize the plane,” he directed the last at Claire.
“B
ut, thankfu
l
ly the other two men are going to be okay.
And you are safe.”

Cole said nothing as Claire was taken under her father’s wing, she gave him a salacious wink and a wave as she headed for the helicopter and her father gave him a hearty handshake and asked him to please recall that it was family business and not to be repeated.

“I don’t really care too much for cameras and reporters landing here.” Cole said evenly.

The two men stood there, eyeing each other, each satisfied with what they saw in the other’
s eyes.
The helicopter lifted up and Cole watched it vanish across the ho
rizon before going inside his house.

The place seemed like an oasis after the noise of the helicopter and he set about straightening out the mess he and his unexpected visitor had made. He found the shredded remnants of her blouse and her panties and he held them for a few minutes, staring at the sofa and reliving the feeling of her warm flesh wrapped around his own, then, with a sigh, he took them out to the place where he buried his garbage and consigned them to the ground.

He made coffee, lit the lamps and picked up a
book .
He never wanted to return to the horrors of what others called civilization but he was very grateful that a small bit of it had dropped out of the sky for him.

Clair, in the helicopter, ran her fingers over the t-shirt and found
herself
wondering what the mattress on that bed would have felt like. She pushed it out of her mind and watched the sun setting to the west