CHAPTER 35 – IMBIBE ME
Why was my heart pounding so hard right now? My chest was tight.
Fred brought his palm up until it rested at the nape of my neck, holding me securely.
"When I told you last night that you were mine I meant it" he seemed to grind out the words.
I was breathing through my mouth now; the tension between us had acutely heightened.
I just nodded again. My eyes were locked on to his, as if I were hypnotised by him.
"Now...we move on" his eyes were almost black now and his voice incredibly coarse and uneven.
"Now we discuss little one...exactly what occurred under the table during breakfast" Fred's eyes sharpened on me and he licked his lips.
My stomach lurched towards him and I gasped.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh boy!
Fred's eyes were like melted chocolate; dark and delicious. Whenever I became lost in those familiar warm yet enforcing eyes it always reminded me that Fred had secrets. Fred knew daunting, wickedly evoking things that I, at this very moment in time could never comprehend.
Fred had an alarmingly placid confidence that got under your skin and began to itch, very slowly build and grow until no amount of scratching would placate you're desire of satisfaction; it was frustratingly addictive.
Suddenly mute, I had come to the comprehension that words involved actual effort on my part but Fred was sucking all the energy I could muster from me. His eyes were drinking me in.
"Claudia..."
He taunted my name excruciatingly slow...he drew it out his mouth like a long tempting breath.
"I'm not sure exactly what you're referring to..."
Yes, I was a coward and I opted for obstinate ambiguity.
Fred's mouth turned upwards very subtly into a micro smile, but not the kind of smile that was light hearted with amusement. This was the kind of smile that was provoked and accepting of a challenge, much to my intimidation.
Wait...I hadn't meant to challenge him.
"Maybe you need reminding" he offered calmly.
My eyes widened at his words and my mouth hung open.
What's he going to do?
"Do you know what it's like to be left in a painful predicament Claudia?" Fred asked with alarming patience.
Oh this was his revenge; surely this was my punishment for what I'd done. My bold actions had very real consequences. The question was...what was his punishment for me?
"I...um...have an idea..." I submitted.
"Really...you have an idea?" he repeated, his hold on the nape of my neck seemed to tighten infinitesimally.
"I want you say aloud what exactly it was you were doing to me this morning under that table Claudia and then I want you to tell me why it was you chose to do it...right there in the Great Hall" he pressed with quiet forcefulness.
My heart was hammering; my pulse was flying so fast. I felt exhilarated and terrified.
Just tell him Claudia...open your mouth and speak the words.
Fuck, he looks so hot right now...
"I reached under the table to touch you because I wanted to feel you and you never allow me to touch you..." my voice was barely audible.
"I did it in the Great Hall because I knew you wouldn't be able to stop me ...easily" I concluded.
No reason for him to know of wicked Sophie Stone's challenge.
"Hmmmmmm..." he murmured low and gruff.
He seemed to be thinking, and mulling over my words. His eyes remained penetrating my own.
"You realise that when you do something like that to me Claudia that I can't be responsible for my actions...because when you push me into things, you start something that I know I will not be able to stop" he warned.
I think I knew that though
"It took all my will power not to throw you down on that table Claudia in front of everyone in that room, do you realise now how dangerous your little fumble was now...?"
Oh, perhaps that...I had not anticipated.
"You would never have done that" I debated.
He leaned into my face suddenly, his breath dancing on my lips.
"The hell I would...don't doubt for a second how much I want you little one. I would have thrown you down and taken you right then and there" he growled darkly.
I gulped.
"Do you like to have an audience...?" he demanded.
I shook my head, I could no longer speak.
"Neither do I...I refuse to share you with anyone, that means no one gets to touch you...no one gets to see you be touched" he groaned his lips moving to my ear.
I inhaled sharply when his tongue darted from his lips quickly and ran up edge of my ear, making me shudder.
"Do you have any idea the effect you have on me Claudia?" he whispered.
He pulled back slightly, enough for him to study my features once more.
"No" my voice was shaky.
"Well why don't you find out..." he suggested fervently.
Then he glanced down briefly before meeting my eyes again.
"See what it is that you do to me..." he urged.
He wanted me to touch him; he was granting me permission to do so. We were alone and within the confines of my room and he was asking me to reach out and touch him.
I glanced up at him, sceptically as if I were checking to see if he was testing my resolve.
He grinned knowingly.
"Would you like some guidance...you seemed confident enough this morning, why are you so shy all of a sudden" he questioned quietly.
"Is this a test...is it a punishment...?" I hesitated.
"It's both..." he confessed.
He leaned closer to me, ducked his head until it was below my ear.
"I know that you need this, and I will allow it despite how difficult it will be for me to hold back because believe me Claudia...you will want me to hold back for now because you are in no way ready for the things I want to do to you!" Fred groaned low and seductive, his hot breath tickled my skin.
I couldn't...not ask.
"What things do you want to do to me Fred?" I gasped.
His lips suddenly made contact with my throat, they locked where he proceeded to kiss, lick then suck at my sensitive flesh.
Lost in the sensation I closed my eyes and almost forgot what exactly it was we were discussing until his mouth abruptly released my skin and his whispered words reached my ear.
"Wicked things...things you could never imagine" he breathed rapturously.
Then I felt him clasp his free hand around my wrist gently before guiding my hand to his groin excruciatingly slow.
I held my breath when he pressed my hand down against him.
"You're so hard..." I exhaled, stating the obvious.
Fred didn't reply; his breathing had become suddenly laboured. I don't think he could reply in that moment.
We were both looking down; staring at my hand on him. I could see large bulge straining against his dark school trousers.
Fred released my wrist, dragging his fingers languidly up my arm until he very carefully curled them over my shoulder. His other hand still held the nape of my neck securely. I wasn't sure whether it was to steady me or steady him.
"What are you waiting for...?" his voice impossibly strained, almost begging.
I knew he was staring at my bewildered eyes which were still fixated on his erection, barely touching it.
I pressed into him again, just like I had this morning under the table. I received an identical reaction too. Fred hissed abruptly and suddenly jerked beneath me, pushing himself into the palm of my hand.
Ohh, he likes that
I pressed into him again, harder this time and made sure to rub my palm up and down his ridged length.
He let out a shuddering breath; I imagined I barely heard a whimper from him too. I thought briefly to meet his eyes but could not bring myself to do so; I was beyond fascinated with my hand on him.
It felt invigorating to be touching him so intimately; to be able to make Fred shudder and hiss with just my caress.
My anxiety quickly vanished as greedy curiosity began to take over.
I became bolder in my touches and strokes, palming him harder and faster through the strained material. Fred reacted as I predicted, he jerked and writhed into me, seemingly struggling to remain still. He pushed so hard into my hand with every stroke of my palm; he gasped and moaned into my hair as he leaned into me; the grip of his hands becoming impossibly tighter and tighter.
And then I became impatiently insatiable.
Suddenly both my hands were at the waist of his trousers, my fingers fumbling with urgency to unbutton and then unzip.
Fred said nothing; made no attempt to stop me.
All I could hear where his sharp and urgent breaths.
I was consumed with the need to see him, to feel his skin in my palm and feel the heat that seemed to be penetrating through the material.
I pushed his trousers down and out of my way; they were suddenly infuriating and an unwanted obstacle. They slid down his strong athletic thighs, revealing black boxer briefs and an incredibly large straining bulge.
I didn't even pause; I didn't seem to care because I'd been waiting long enough. I pulled back the elastic at the waist and his massive erection sprang free.
I inhaled very loudly, barely managing to suppress an astounded yelp.
Fred was fucking enormous.
I struggled to not become incoherently hysterical in that moment.
To say that he was ample would be an understatement; a fucking massive understatement. That thing was colossal.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...
I just stood there staring at it for a few moments. This was him...this was all of Fred. Fuck there was a lot of him.
I pondered acutely on the notion of him...this...being inside of me.
That fucking thing is never going to fit inside of me, I thought almost deliriously as I attempted not to hyperventilate from shock.
I guess the rumours were true, the very tall, very athletic Fred Weasley was built like an extensively immense...immense...
"Claudia..." he gasped.
I blinked rapidly, trying to bring myself back down to earth.
"Claudia...?" he almost sounded anxious.
My eyes flickered up to his.
Fred face was very tense, his eyes longing and imploring. He was demanding some kind of affirmation, some kind of communication as to what the hell I was thinking in my shocked silence.
"It's really big..." I whispered in a nervous tremor.
"Yes" he acknowledged.
He knew fine well he was big. It clearly wasn't news to him.
I assumed he would be substantial but now that I could see him; everything. Well it made it all so much more real.
I glanced back down to him again.
The hair down there was the same tone that had been scattered across his hard muscled chest, which I'd noticed the night before. I was surprised at how dark it was, how bronze in colour compared to his normally very red hair.
The skin there looked very smooth and soft, I could see the veins scattered across his engorged arousal. The head was purple and weeping. I was not utterly naive; I knew what an erection was and the biology of it. I knew what needed to be done.
I tentatively reached out with my fingers and I heard Fred's sharp inhale, I hadn't even touched him yet. I was eliciting this kind of response with him with just the trepidation at what I was about to do.
The second I made contact and I allowed my fingers to encircle him near the base of his desire Fred made an urgent and strange sobbing sound. His skin was as soft and smooth as it looked, like velvet. It felt good and much better than I imagined. I experimentally held him, careful not to hold too tightly. I didn't know what he liked. Then I slowly pulled my curled hand up his large shaft, letting my fingers rub gently over his very sensitive skin all the way up to the head. My fingers were coated in his wetness acting as a lubricant as I pulled back downwards again.
Fred's reaction was instantaneous.
"Fuck!" he grunted; a loud dark guttural sound.
He gripped my shoulder and neck painfully hard as he suddenly jerked forward into me, his body almost demanding that I repeat the motion from before.
I did so.
I repeated it again, and again, and again.
And again.
"Harder..." he shuddered.
I glanced up at him again. My cheeks were flushed; my breathing was as fast as his.
Fred's eyes were glazed over with alarming enticement. I'd never seen him so illicitly worked up. He was almost angrily craving my touch, a frenzied thirst desperately needed satiated.
I did as instructed. I grasped him harder, tighter. Then I began again, stroking him up and down letting my thumb rub over his soaking head. I kept repeating the motions, encouraged by his moans and groans and the jerking of his hips into my hand.
Fred had a glorious v shaped pelvis; his body was so muscular and defined. The scattering of his pubic hair went upwards until just below his navel.
I took in his body like the greedy learner I was. I wanted to know everything about his body.
"Faster..." he grunted, his voice impossibly strained.
Of course I complied. It was thrilling. I was touching him; I was doing this to him.
I glanced up into his eyes.
They were hooded and dark and watching the motions of my hand; want and pleasure were etched across his features. His brows were knitted together, his face flushed from desire. Fred's lips were parted as he shuddered every single frantic fast breath from his mouth.
He never looked more attractive and I never felt more powerful than I did in that moment.
Look what you're doing to him
It was breathtaking, it was riveting.
I was aware that his movements were becoming irregular, more jagged. He was thrusting himself into my hand.
He was close. I knew it. And then shockingly, the most inciting and lewd idea entered my mind.
What if I...tasted him?
It was alarmingly forward of me to want such a thing.
But I did.
I was hungry and high from his pleasure, and suddenly I had the overwhelming and prurient desire to take him into my mouth. I wanted to drop to my knees then and there and do something I had no idea about.
It was strange though. It's not something I had anticipated but now that I was caught up in this wanton act with Fred my body demanded that I participate further.
It was just like, what Sophie had said; 'you will be surprised what comes naturally'.
And right now, I wanted to lower myself to the floor.
Fearlessly and indecently...I did so.
I don't think Fred has a second to comprehend my action because before he knew what was happening, I'd grabbed a hold of the base of him and used my other hand to take his head into my mouth.
The moment my lips slipped over him and my tongue connected, I tasted salt. It wasn't a bad taste, not like I imagined but I was nowhere near finished.
Fred hissed very loudly, he grunted and cried out.
I took him as far into my mouth as I could; which wasn't very far, there was ridiculously too much of him. He still felt like velvet when my tongue enveloped him.
His hands had lost their hold on me when I'd dropped to my knees. They suddenly clutched at my hair his fingers grasping roughly into my curls.
"Fuck Claudia...fuck!" he cried out.
I did what I felt like was the right thing to do, my mouth slid up and down his shaft, my hand stroking him as I did so.
"What are you doing...?" he gasped.
But he suddenly thrust himself forward and deeper into my mouth. His mind was reeling at my actions but his body seemingly rejoicing.
I felt him grasp my hair, attempt to stop me but I wasn't going to stop. His attempts were too weak and he knew it. He wanted this as much as me.
I sucked him harder, my head was bobbing back and forth, and I was exhilarated with excitement.
Fred fingers were knotted tightly into my hair, holding my head to him, trying to fight it but thrusting himself deeper into me. I nearly gagged a couple of times and tried to relax myself when it happened. Fred was struggling to keep his motions steady, fighting not to choke me with his massive arousal.
"Stop Claudia...stop" he begged.
I tried to swallow back the saliva that was building in my mouth but I didn't stop.
"Please..." he tried again, "I'm nearly there" he explained.
And I knew that he was worried for me because he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to pull away but I wouldn't let him. I wanted him to finish with my lips around him; I wanted to taste him just like he had tasted me.
I wanted to be the woman and not the little girl anymore. He was not going to stop me.
There was no pattern to his movements now, he began to shudder and moan, they became louder and louder until he cried out blatantly. He seemed to contract in my mouth and then I was suddenly swallowing mouthfuls of him, gulping it down my throat.
I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on breathing through my nose.
It was warm and salty, there was a bitter aftertaste but it was okay. I swallowed it all; kept repeating my motions until there was nothing left to swallow. Fred's hips slowed until they froze and he was still. I finally released him from my lips; his large erection was suddenly becoming flaccid.
I sat there on my knees, panting harshly; just breathing.
Had I really just done that?
His hands were still caught up in my hair.
I glanced up at him, anxious at the look I was about to receive.
Fred's eyes were still glazed, but his face seemed calm. His breathing was still laboured; his chest was rising and falling rapidly from his breathlessness. I could see the sheen of sweat across his features.
I bit my lip nervously.
His fingers tightened in my curls.
"I can't believe you did that ..." he trembled; he sounded exhausted and utterly spent.
I was trying to think of a response to his words when he suddenly fell to his knees before me and his mouth was forcefully attached to mine. His tongue pushing past my lips with urgency as his kissed me with the entire ardor he had left in him.
I wondered briefly if he could taste himself inside my mouth.
Fred dominated this kiss; his assault on my mouth was deep and passionate and hungry despite his fatigue.
He finally pulled away from me when it was clear we were both struggling for breath.
Then he leaned his forehead to mine.
"When I think you can no longer shock me..." he muttered.
"I'm sorry..." I gasped.
"Don't be sorry" he whispered, "That was fucking amazing"
My stomach clenched tightly in response to his praise and I let out a low and shaky breath.
We somehow stumbled to my bed afterwards and ended up asleep for a couple of hours only until we were interrupted by my utterly shocked and astounded roommate Sophie. Thankfully Fred was decently attired by that time.
After her ungraceful and loud arrival, Fred made quick of his escape, pupils were returning to their common rooms and Fred could not risk being seen within Hufflepuff.
He kissed me briefly yet forcefully on the lips before his abrupt departure.
"We will be talking later Knight..." he threatened gently.
And I knew that my actions from earlier this afternoon would be discussed thoroughly after Fred had enough time to recuperate from my formidable, impulsive and unforeseen libidinous act on him.
I licked my lips in response to his threat and he almost growled as he flew through my door.
Oh there would be consequences for my taunt later but I couldn't care less.
I was still deliriously high from the act I had committed.
As soon as Fred was gone Sophie clambered on to my bed.
"You've done something really dirty haven't you?" she grinned.
I pressed my lips together tightly and then covered my mouth to hide my very large smile.
Sophie's eyes were suddenly alight with excitement.
"You will not believe the day I've had Sophie Stone" I uttered, shaking my head in disbelief.
"My challenge...?" she asked curiously.
"I won it" I announced ardently.
She flashed me a toothy smile.
"Wonderful" she clapped her hands together. "But tell me Claudia...how did I come by you and Fred lying sleeping in our room?" she beseeched.
"Well that's the funny thing about wands...once you get your hand on one you get a little greedy" I tried to explain.
She arched her brow at me not quite following.
"He's big isn't he?" she guessed.
"Your assumption would be inaccurate" I retaliated while trying to keep my face straight.
"Huh?" she grunted in shocked confusion.
"He's big, I know he's big. He used to sit across the room from me in Potions class; he used to sit arrogantly with his legs apart. There was a substantial thing there, between his legs!" she nodded enthusiastically.
"I told you he's not big Sophie" I teased, "You see he's monumentally fucking colossal"
Sophie's head whipped backwards dramatically as she began to guffaw and laugh with hysterics.
"Awe poor you Claudia, you're first times going to hurt. Lets hope Fred comes up with some good pain relief enchantments until you get used to that bad boy" she cackled.
"I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it but my mouth handled it's astoundingly well and Fred didn't have any complaints" I quickly retaliated.
I heard the loud thud before I realised what was happening.
Sophie leaned right back in shock and fell ass over tits backwards off the bed and on to the floor behind her.
"Ouch!" she gasped.
I was too busy leaning over the side of the bed with hysterical tears running down my cheeks to help her back up again.
After Sophie had recovered from her ungraceful fall and I'd thoroughly construed the full extent of my libidinous and exhilarating development with Fred we had made our way down to the Great Hall for dinner.
"I can't believe that vile tramp Victoria, if I see her I will tear the hair out of her head myself..." growled Sophie.
She now knew all the details of my altercation and subsequent departure from classes today. We had moved on to that after I gave her the unedited and lurid details of my actions with Fred.
"Its fine Sophie, Fred and George dealt with the situation. She won't come near me again and frankly I'm just relieved with the knowledge that he never actually slept with her" I confessed.
"I know imagine how furious she must be that he chose you over her. Her arrogant vain mind will be going into meltdown" she giggled.
"She's nothing, she's nobody" she added bitterly.
Sophie like me deep down felt threatened by Victoria Verona. After all Sophie's boyfriend Bobby was superficially in love with her for years.
"She's history now" I nudged her.
We smiled at each other.
"So...guess I'll be leaving you again so you can have dinner over at Gryffindors table" she huffed.
But here eyes twinkled telling me her words had no depth to them.
"Will you be wanting me to spend the evening with Bobby again?" she winked.
"Um..." I hesitated.
"I'm not sure actually. I guess that's up to Fred" I shrugged.
"That will be yes then" she laughed, before racing away from me to join her own boyfriend.
I ardently made my way to Fred; his eyes were following me predicatively on my approach.
He said nothing; he was conspicuously silent upon my arrival. He did however put his arm around me as I nestled in next to him.
Not surprisingly there was a large plate of food in front of me. But today I turned to Fred and his own meal glancing between the two.
"Are you hungry this evening?" I enquired.
Fred grinned; his eyes sparkled at my innuendo.
"Starving" he laughed lightly, squeezing my shoulder.
Then he shook his head as if to silently reiterate to me how uncharacteristically forward I'd behaved this afternoon.
I smiled shyly and glanced down at my food.
"Are you going to eat all that?" he challenged.
"I'm not sure..." I sighed in complete sincerity.
"I quite full this evening" I grinned to myself as the words slipped from my mouth.
Fred didn't get a chance to reply because the sudden choking and gasping coming from across the table caught both of our attentions. George hunched over his plate as he coughed up the contents of his mouth uncouthly on to his plate.
My eyes widened in alarm and I whipped my face back to Fred's accusingly.
Please tell me you did not tell him that...? I demanded with my eyes.
Fred's face looked sheepish.
Bloody twins!
Authors Note
Okay, I'm home now. I get to return to my hectic job tomorrow...oh joys.
Anyway, as a thank you for all your amazing reviews I have thrown down another chapter for you. I'm exhausted now. I want a large glass of wine but I have to get up ridiculously early tomorrow so no wine for me. Damn it!
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