Sorry about not posting Saturday! It's been a rough week. Here is the third part. It's the first time posting using the app, so formatting might be a little wonky. Sorry about that!
As usual, thank you to garglyswoof and chica-cherry-lola for helping out with this.
Caroline climbed out of the car and hitched her purse over her shoulder, excitement unfurling in her lower belly as she made her way to Klaus's apartment. She'd had a stressful day, and just knowing that she was about to be able to unwind made her heat in anticipation.
Over the few months Klaus had managed to coax out even more of her fantasies out of her with a combination of his low voice and talented tongue, and he'd asked her the week before whether she'd bring the vibrator she'd described using during their first encounter. Klaus apparently liked to watch, and she couldn't deny that she found the idea enticing.
Ever since he'd brought it up it had plagued her fantasies, and she'd come around the toy in question once or twice to the vision of Klaus with dark hungry eyes and his hand wrapped around his cock, watching her bring herself over the edge.
She licked her dry lips when she arrived at his door before knocking, grinning as she heard the lock click almost immediately. "Hey," she said as she walked inside, throwing him an easy grin.
"Hello, love," he said, his eyes already dark as he let his eyes flick to her purse. "How was your day?"
"Good, but I nearly had a heart attack when Kat asked if she could borrow some chapstick. Usually I let her paw through my purse all she wants, but I felt like today it might not be the best idea."
"You had it in your purse all day?" he asked, and she wasn't sure whether the roughness in his voice was from the idea of her having a sex toy stuffed in her purse that she was planning on demonstrating for him later or from her hands slowly undoing the side zipper of her dress.
"Yep. I didn't want to have to run home before I came over," she said, watching him as he peeled off his shirt, her dress pooling at her feet. He took a step towards her, clearly intending to kiss her, but she took a step back with a wicked smirk. "Hey, we agreed no touching."
"Now, that's not fair sweetheart," he said, though he did back up and sit on the couch as Caroline directed, watching hungrily as she sat on the chair a few yards away, setting the vibrator on the side table and turning to face him. She unhooked her bra slowly, letting the straps slide down her arms before it fell to the floor.
"Take off your pants," she said, fiddling with the waistband of her thong, and she let her fingertips skate up her stomach to her breasts, cupping them and brushing against her nipples, moaning softly as they pebbled before tugging on them lightly. She watched his hands as they unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down and palming himself through his boxer briefs, clearly trying to tease himself, to draw it out as long as possible.
Her mouth went dry when he pulled his cock out, the way his eyelids fluttered slightly when he wrapped his hand around it before he looked at her. She licked her lips, her breath catching as she rolled her nipples between her fingers, watching as he stroked himself.
"You're so beautiful," he muttered, his eyes lingering on her hands. "Take your knickers off and spread your legs for me, sweetheart. I want to see how wet you are."
She obliged, standing to slide them down her legs and kicking them off before sinking back down against the cushions. She hooked her knees over the armrests, and he groaned at the sight, his hand moving slightly faster, breathing a bit more uneven. "Touch yourself, Caroline."
"I am," she said with a grin, tweaking her nipples and letting out a soft moan.
"You know what I mean, love."
She grinned and let one of her hands trail down her stomach before stroking her inner thigh, resisting the urge to squirm. "Like this?"
"Rub your clit. I want to see how you like it."
She nearly flushed at the way the words sounded falling off his tongue, the low growl making her pussy clench. His eyes were dark, fixed on her fingers as they rubbed her clit lightly, his tongue darting over his lips. She wanted to tease herself, and he didn't seem to mind. "Now what?" she breathed, savoring the groan that fell from his lips, his hand moving faster.
"I want to watch you fuck yourself with the toy. I want you to show me how you want it, how you like it. Better yet, I want you to tell me."
"Tell you?" she asked, her fingers already darting down to her entrance to make sure that she was ready before she reached for the side table, turning the vibrator on and bringing it down to brush against her clit, making her legs twitch.
"Yes. I want to hear your fantasies fall from your pretty lips."
"I want you to press the tip of your cock against my clit like this," she said, a blush staining her cheeks at the way the words sounded even as she dragged the tip of the vibrator down her folds, not quite pushing inside of her entrance, teasing herself. "Then I want you to tease me. I want you to give me just enough friction that I start to get desperate and my hips chase you as you pull away."
"I love seeing you like that, with your face flushed and your eyes glazed. So lovely..."
He began to stroke himself faster, brushing the tip of his cock with the pad of his thumb, and a groan rumbled in his throat as he watched her press the toy inside of her.
"And then I want you to fuck me until I tip over the edge. You know how much I like it when you grip my ass and take me hard and fast. I want to see your cock wet with my come."
"Fuck, Caroline..."
They were both breathing hard now, and she knew her release was approaching, could feel herself dangling on the precipice. "Just a little more," she breathed, lifting her hips to roll them against the toy, still fucking herself with it, and it wasn't long before she was moaning his name as she clenched around the vibrator, riding out her high.
"You're so beautiful when you come," she heard Klaus mutter under his breath, his voice low, almost a growl.
Her limbs were heavy as she slumped back against the chair, her pussy achingly oversensitive. He watched as she pulled the toy out, though she could see that he was slowing down his strokes, clearly wanting to draw it out as long as possible. The way he was looking at her made her feel desired and sexy, his eyes drinking her in, and she could feel the aftershocks fading, her pussy beginning to ache with need again.
"You really like to watch, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he breathed, his thumb flicking over the tip of his cock, and she moaned as she pushed the toy inside of her again.
"Do you have a mirror?"
His eyes went slightly wide, tongue darting over his lips. "Caroline..."
His voice was raspy, full of need, and she smirked. "Is that a yes?"
He nodded, clearly not trusting himself to speak. She pulled the toy out of her with a soft whimper before standing up on wobbly legs, and she heard Klaus standing and walking behind her to the bedroom. He sat on the bed, his hands shaking as he wound them in the blankets with the effort not to stroke himself. "It's in the closet," he said gruffly, and she dropped the toy on the bed before walking over, pulling the full-length mirror from its hook on the door and moving it to the end of the bed.
"I want you to watch while I suck your cock with the toy inside of me."
"Christ, Caroline..."
She grinned at the pure need in his voice, the strained words bitten out through gritted teeth as he tried to maintain control, and she climbed on the bed to bend over him, pulling her hair over her shoulder and bending to press a soft kiss to his pelvis, just far enough away from his cock to make him shift, needing the friction. "Caroline..."
She grabbed the toy and pushed it inside of her again, though she didn't turn it on, not wanting to come too fast. The sensation of it deep inside of her as she bent down made her swear, her fingers digging into the mattress.
He twitched as she let out a breath on the tip of his cock, groaning low in his throat, and she bit her lip before bending down to run her tongue along his shaft, the toy hitting her in all the right places as she moved. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she bent to wrap her lips around him, and he groaned. "Fuck, sweetheart..."
She sucked him lightly, swirling her tongue around his shaft, and he reached to tangle his fingers in her hair. She hummed as he tugged the strands, moaning as the toy moved inside of her.
"Turn it on."
His breath caught as she reached between her thighs to find the button at the base of the vibrator, and she moaned around him when she turned it on, her hips jerking, trying to find more friction. He seemed torn between watching her mouth as she bobbed up and down his shaft or watching the toy shift inside of her in the mirror, though eventually seemed to decide on the latter, his eyes fixed on her reflection.
"You're so beautiful, Caroline," he groaned, his head falling back against the headboard, and she pressed a hand to his thigh to keep his hips from jerking. "Fuck..."
She let out a hum around his shaft, pleased that he was losing his control, his eyes glassy, breathing hard. It felt good to be able to make his composure melt away like that, to have that kind of power over him, that he wanted her so much. It was addictive and sweet and right, and she could tell he was close when he stiffened, a low raspy groan of her name bubbling in his throat.
She scraped her teeth lightly over his shaft, reaching between her thighs to rub her clit with one hand as the other stroked him, and he came with a string of muttered expletives, his hand tightening in her hair as he spilled inside of her mouth.
She was so close, and she pulled away to rest her forehead on his stomach as she tipped over the edge, vaguely aware of him stroking her hair and telling her how beautiful she was and how much he enjoyed watching her fall apart for him.
She was breathing raggedly when she pulled the toy out and let it drop off the bed, the aftershocks still pulsing through her body, and she crawled up to rest her head against the pillow.
"That was so good," she breathed, slumping against him and burying her face in his neck.
"I concur," Klaus murmured, looping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him, crushing her against his chest. There was something unnervingly intimate about the movement, the tangling of their legs, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed against her shoulder... She relaxed against him, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her, the way they just seemed to fit.
Her inner thighs were sticky and slick with her release, her entire body still quivering, and when he slid his hand up to cup her ass she arched her back, her eyes closing, a whimper escaping the back of her throat as he pinched the flesh, sending another jolt of arousal straight between her thighs. He continued to tease her with lighter touches, the brush of his thumb against the dip at the top of her thigh, making goosebumps prickle on her skin.
She loved how he knew exactly how to touch her to build her up, the sensation of his lips curling in satisfaction on her skin when she squirmed against him. He knew her body so well, had really paid attention to every movement and sound she made. She arched her back as his palm settled on her hip, his thumb lazily stroking her hipbone before he let his palm settle on her stomach and relaxed against her. She found herself dozing off in his arms, his grip warm and sure, and the realization that she wouldn't mind waking up like this made her stiffen, her eyes flying open.
She wanted him, she realized. Not just the sex, but him. She wanted dates and cuddling and dumb arguments about art and shared showers and watching him shave and confused Netflix suggestions and everything and it was scary. She'd never been all that great at the whole 'no strings attached' thing. She tended to get too invested, but Klaus had been such a dick that she thought she'd be safe, that her heart would stay out of it for once.
Unfortunately, Klaus had turned out to not be as much of a dick as she'd thought, and it was incredibly inconvenient.
He shifted behind her, humming contentedly, and she found herself wondering whether he wanted her too. They'd promised each other no feelings, no attachments, and he hadn't had a problem with it, or at least he hadn't said anything if he did. She had an unwelcome vision of working up the nerve to tell him her feelings and having him tell her that she'd been a pastime and he just didn't do relationships, and her heart tightened in her chest. It was best to nip this whole thing in the bud, she decided. No Klaus, no feelings, no heartbreak.
As she thought about it he shifted behind her, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder in such a familiar gesture that she felt a surge of anticipatory regret, knowing that she was about to cut off something that she hadn't realized that she wanted so badly.
She refused to be one of those girls who got attached and waited around for a guy to decide she was worth it, though. She'd been there before and she wasn't going back. She couldn't get hurt again.
"I should head home," she muttered, shifting to move out of bed, but he made a soft sound of annoyance, pulling her more firmly against his chest, and she had to resist the urge to melt into him.
"Caroline," he whispered coaxingly, pressing another kiss to her neck, a flick of tongue making her shiver.
"It's late," she muttered, and he nosed her jaw.
"Not done with you yet, sweetheart," he said, his finger tracing her inner thigh, and she let out a breathless moan before centering herself.
"It's late and I open at seven."
"Hasn't stopped you before."
"I know," she said uncomfortably.
He let out a sharp breath, and she swallowed, wondering for a brief moment if he was about to make a confession, as though he might have read her mind and realized what was about to happen.
"Would you like a ride home, then? As you said, it's quite late."
Her heart sunk to her stomach, and she wriggled out of his arms. He grunted in annoyance, pulling himself to sit up, watching her gather her clothes. "It'll be fine. I'll just take an Uber."
"At two in the morning? Sweetheart, I don't think-"
"It'll be fine. Why are you so worried?"
The words spilled out of her before she could censor them, and he seemed a bit surprised by her question. "I should think it'd be obvious," he said dryly. "Let me drive you home."
"I'll be fine," she repeated shortly, and he frowned.
"What's got your knickers in a bunch?"
"You," she muttered. "Figuratively and literally."
"Is there a problem, love?" he asked, his voice mild, though she could sense the irritation underneath.
"I don't think we should do this anymore," she said bluntly. "It was fun, but I think I'm ready to move on."
"Move on?" he asked, his eyes flashing
"Yeah. I mean, it's not like this meant anything," she said, gesturing between them, and Klaus snorted.
"Caroline sweetheart, we both know that you're lying through your teeth right now."
"At the beginning we agreed on no feelings or attachments, and I want to unattach."
"Fine," he said his voice flat and cold, eyes glittering with anger. "I'm sure you can see yourself out then."
She couldn't help but feel irrationally rejected that he hadn't even asked her why or whether they could somehow make it work, but the now-bored expression on his face made it clear that he wasn't too upset about it.
"Fine," she said stiffly.
They stared at each other, the energy crackling between them, before she pulled on her sweater and grabbed her purse, turning to leave. She felt Klaus follow her to the front room and heard the lock click as soon as she slammed the door behind her, followed by what sounded like glass breaking.
She adjusted her purse on her shoulder, taking a deep breath and looking at the dark street, the cold air making her shiver. She pulled out her phone to order a ride, and a few minutes later she smiled at the Uber driver and couldn't stop from glancing back at Klaus' apartment. She could have sworn that the curtains rustled, as though he had been looking back at her through the darkness.
Thank you for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts. Did you find Caroline's epiphany believable? Did you like the way their relationship was progressing? How was the smut?
This story was written for an exchange, so it's already completely up on Ao3. You can read the rest there now if you want. If you do, I'd very much appreciate it if you could leave a comment. They are the only way I know your thoughts, and they keep me motivated while I'm having writer's block.
