Deleted Scene #10: Behind the Wheel The GTO’s growl faded off from the hotel parking lot with Ben behind the wheel. The hotel walls were thin enough that Claire could sort of hear their next-door neighbor’s TV blaring some god-awful John Wayne movie, as well as the rhythmic vibration of the occupant’s deep snore.
“Think you can switch that TV off with those nifty brain-powers?” she said to Jesse, smiling at him as she plucked a mushroom from her dinner and popped it in her mouth, then discarded the lot in the trash.
Jesse considered a moment. “Never tried it from this range before, but worth a shot.” Setting down his fork, he clapped his hands twice. John Wayne instantly stopped talking. Claire stood very still, listening to the silence for a moment.
“Ha! Brilliant--what else can you turn on or off by clapping?” Her brow twitched at him over her grin, but her hands kept busy with the comb being pulled through her hair.
Shrugging, Jesse dug in to finish his Thai. “Anything electric. You know those clap-on, clap-off commercials? I kinda got the idea from that.”
“Innovative,” she chuckled lightly and put the comb down on the dresser in front of the large wall mirror. Claire turned and twisted her hips up, sitting on the thing. “Though I’m surprised you missed that classic that’s what she said moment I just set up for you.” She watched him wolf down his dinner. “Your noodles must be a lot better than mine were.”
“I’m just not as picky as you,” he teased, closing up the container. “And I’m shocked you know what that’s what she said is.” Claire snorted, barely containing her laugh.
“Are you?” She shook her head a little, looking down at her lap for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “Exactly how naive do you think I am?” It was clear by her smile that she asked in good humor.
Grinning, Jesse slid off the bed to trash the Thai container before heading over to her. “Not too naive,” he said, pressing in close, his hands resting on either side of her, flat on the dresser. “I’ve seen what you do in bed, after all.”
Claire’s smile stayed the same; pulled delicately toward one side more than the other, a little teasing, and contained a fair amount of heat in her eyes. The latter became more evident the closer Jesse got.
He was very close--close enough to share the delicate heat passed between their skin. Claire tilted her chin, just barely, so they shared a breath, yet still weren’t actually touching. “I think I might be a little out of practice,” she whispered through the rakish grin.
“I can help with that,” he said, leaning minisculey closer, his lips only just brushing hers. “After all, you helped me practice fighting. Fair’s fair.”
She caught a piece of her bottom lip in her teeth, then let it snap back into place, and lengthen her smile. A few million things passed through her mind in a blur of hot possibilities--things she had gotten so used to suppressing for the better part of a decade. Claire’s indoctrinated sense of bashfulness still flushed her cheeks with warmth, but most of that blush had to do with her whisper.
“Dunno if fair’s the word--I was pretty rough with you.”
His grin matching hers, he slid his hands close, his thumbs running along the sides of her thighs. “Then I can be rough with you, if it’d make you feel better.” Claire chuckled in reply, warm and dark like the heat in her gaze as she watched Jesse’s lips, then switched back up to his eyes.
“If you think you can.” The challenge and invitation was clear in her voice, and punctuated with a small but strong hand curled suddenly in his shirt--she yanked him into a hard kiss.
With a muffled groan, he drove against her mouth with the same fervor. His hands slid behind to her ass, pulling her hard against him for a few moments of blissful friction. But it wasn’t enough, and not nearly quick enough. His hands went to her fly, working her pants open while Claire tore open his shirt at the buttons. She drove her hands beneath the loose fabric over his shoulders--a rough sound of approval lost in their kiss.
Then the instant his fingertips dared brushed below her open zipper, Claire made good on her promise. Grinning through the kiss, her teeth bore down on Jesse’s bottom lip, quick and hard.
With a sharp squeak, Jesse jerked his head back in surprise. Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he quirked an eyebrow at her. He slid a hand back, twisting in her hair and pulling down to expose the full length of her neck, where it tightened with her rasp cry of surprise. Then his mouth was on her, sucking and biting as he ground against her. He finally bit down hard where her neck and shoulders met.
“S’a good start,” she hissed in through her teeth and twisted her fists in the loose sides of Jesse’s shirt, pulling him into her, using the material like reins.
He moaned against her skin, nipping her collarbone. Then he hit cloth. With a small snarl, he pulled back, jerking her shirt up and over her head. He wasted no time with her bra, tossing it aside. He wanted to lay her back but the dresser was not enough.
“More room,” he said before grabbing her under the ass and lifting her to the table. Pinning her down, he wasted no time, pulling a nipple between his teeth. The noise that spilled from her lips between a moan and a laugh, Claire immediately arched beneath him, adjusting to the set of keys and corner of a closed laptop they’d awkwardly landed on.
She hooked her thighs at his waist and squeezed his hard grind more into her hips. Her chin peeled back when she slid her hands into his hair, gripping, gasping toward the window behind them. With a groan, Jesse palmed her other breast.
“You like it, baby? Tell me how it feels,” he said, his mouth closing on her nipple again as he gave the other a twist. Her back bowed again, sharper this time, and combined with an uneven breath that caught, jagged in her throat.
It melted into a hot little growl, and a tightened grip in his hair. “Fuck...” Claire caught herself, focusing in on the sharp heat at his touch and mouth. Then she flexed her legs and ground against him hard, feeling the pinch of her open zipper in the friction. “That all ya got?”
Pulling his wet mouth from her breast, he almost laughed. “Now that’s just too fucking cheeky.”
Grabbing her thighs, he pulled back and flipped her over, one hand on her back, pinning her to the table, while the other yanked her pants and underwear past her ass. “You ready to be nice?” he teased, giving her ass a pinch. Having the breath a little knocked out of her shortened the squeal that went muffled into her hair before Claire had a chance to toss it out of her eyes.
“I’m always nice,” she taunted through a labored breath, and a gleam of something hot and a little dangerous in her eye, peeked over her shoulder. Claire coupled the promise by flexing her toes where they barely reached the carpet, and rolling her hips back against him.
Jesse smirked, his hand traveling the planes of her ass. “You put on a good show. But I know under it all, you’re one dirty girl.”
Bringing his hand back, he struck her ass sharply. Every sleek muscle stiffened, and Claire’s gasp cut short in her throat, dissolving into a dark-glass chuckle and moan fused together. His words were meant to entice, and they did, but the went a lot deeper than Jesse probably anticipated.
You have no idea pulsed through her mind, but she kept her silence, and swallowed that nagging sense of dogmatic guilt. She closed her eyes and arched against his hand, like a kitten being pet--one conscious decision to give in completely, just for a little while, and Jesse had her full, and complete attention. Desire and surrender made her voice warm and thick with air, as she moaned out the word more.
Swallowing his own gasp, Jesse worked open the buttons of his pants with one hand as he swatted her again with the other. “Yeah, I knew you’d like that, that you wanted to be punished,” he said, yanking his pants to his knees before giving her a firmer smack. He pressed against her, leaning over to nip at her shoulder blade. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he said with another slap.
The heat and wetness of Jesse’s mouth was cooled by his breath, and sent a shiver down her spine-- which bowed with his latest strike. Claire swallowed the sound in her throat and pushed against him, palms braced hard on the table. “Everything you’ve wanted to do to me since we met...”
She threw her head back, tossing her hair in pale chaos, moaning over her shoulder. “What’re you waiting for...”
Biting back a groan at the friction, Jesse pulled back, reaching down for his wallet. He sheathed himself with practiced ease. Positioning himself at her entrance, his hands gripped her hips to keep her from moving. “This what you want, baby?” he teased. “You want me inside you? You want my cock stretching your tight pussy?”
She knew by the tone that he was intentionally goading her--that alone added to the deep stirring inside. It also flexed her fingers against the flat table and riled the heat seething just beneath the surface of her skin. Claire clenched her teeth together, hips flexing against Jesse’s grip to satisfy that evolutionary need, stoked by the faint brush of his cock just out of her reach.
That was enough of a ‘yes’ for Jesse. He thrust forward in one smooth movement, his mouth falling open in a gasp. “Fuck, yes. That’s my girl,” he groaned.
Claire’s voice rode the hard breath she sucked in. Her palms flattened beneath her, pushing up so the table dug into the top of her thighs, further deepening the curve of her spine. Arching over her, Jesse slid a hand under her, gripping her breast. “Fuck, Claire, you feel so good,” he crooned, tugging her earlobe between his teeth as he thrust shallowly into her. Her hair twitched and bounced with their rhythm, caught between his fingertips at her breast. Claire pulled in a breath through her teeth as his scraped her skin.
Then a certain desire struck her hard as a truck; she knew how Jesse could feel--how deep he could go. He was teasing her, stoking the burn in her belly and her veins; it pulled her voice from the back of her throat in the rasp, wanton groan: “Harder.. deeper.”
Grinning, Jesse gave her as a slap before thrusting in deep. “Alright, baby, since you’ve been so bad for me.”
He lost no time upping the pace, his cock nearly sliding out of her with each long thrust. His mouth explored her back, tongue and lips but teeth as well, marking her. His free hand came up to brush her hair aside, but then he got a better idea, twisting it around his fist and slowly pulling back to make her back arch. The new angle and added momentum jostled the wooden table against the wall, digging it into her thighs enough to bruise. Claire’s pale eyes, hooded with desire, occasionally winced closed, and more voice added volume to her gasps.
The noises she was making nearly drove him to the edge, but he didn’t want this to be all. After a couple more hard thrusts, he pulled out completely, stepping out of his pants. Then, grabbing her arm, he pulled her over and pressed her back against the door, jarring it on its hinges enough to scare the cleaning-lady just outside.
“You didn’t think that’s all there’d be?” he said the a grin before hooking one of her legs under the knee and pulling it high. Then he thrust back into her without a word, pulling a breathy growl from her throat. Claire chewed on her lip and leered at him hotly--an expression somewhere between a smile and a feral growl. Her chin was slightly lifted due to her hair being pinned behind her back, but that didn’t stop her hands from exploring the way his muscled torso flexed and moved as he drove into her again and again, trying to fuck her raw--it only riled her up more.
Jesse watched her expressions, his eyes dark with need. “You’re so fucking hot,” he breathed against her neck. “I wanna fuck you all the time; almost can’t stand sleeping with you. I get hard if you so much as twitch and I just wanna pin you down and make you beg.” With a snarl, he bit down on her pulse. Claire’s nails sank into his skin with the shocked cry that opened her mouth.
“You think it’d be that easy?” she huffed, a little spike of pain and challenge in the pleasure that darkened her voice. Her blood burned like gasoline just at the sound in his words, and the bruising grip under her thigh that tightened each time he pushed into her. Her hands moved to the back of Jesse’s neck, where long fingers curled hard on his short, dark hair, holding him there. “Show me... if you can.”
Quirking an eyebrow at her, Jesse paused, his mind going a mile a minute. Well, if she wanted to beg, he’d just have to make her beg. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled them just up over her head, pinned to the door.
“Keep your hands right there,” he said, a push of power behind the words.
Then he pulled from her, his tongue and teeth slowly working down her body as he got to his knees.
“Ohhh, you are such a cheater...” Claire’s half-grin accompanied the rasp in her voice. Though nothing physical kept the back of her wrists pushed against the flimsy hotel door, they felt oddly weighted, especially when the subconscious thought to lower them clashed with something she couldn’t define. Something she knew came from Jesse’s voice.
“Just playing to my strengths,” he said with a grin before nipping her inner thigh. His fingers moved inward, lightly running along her wet seam and just stopping short of her clit. “How much can you take, baby?” Still breathing hard, Claire snickered under her voice.
“Think you might be surprised,” she purred down at him.
Jesse grinned. Then he slid forward, his mouth circling her clit while he slid a finger into her. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” Claire rolled her lips together through her restrained response, closing her eyes. Spit-slick friction complimented the hot and cold sensation of his mouth and breath--her stomach tightened with the breath she tried to slow.
“Like that, baby?” he said, still so close his hot breath spread across her. He slid another finger into her, scissoring. Claire’s hands closed to light fists above her head when her teeth bore down on her bottom lip, failing to keep back her answering low moan.
She hadn’t realized how riled he’d gotten her--coiled tight, her thighs trembled when they flexed, pushing her hips toward him with need.
“Already eager, huh?” he teased, his tongue ghosting lightly over her clit. His fingers thrust into her, slow and even, in no hurry. “I’m not gonna let you come, though. Not ‘til you beg.”
Claire clamped down on her lip a little harder, trying to push the want back down. It worked for half a second, until another subtle jolt pulsed through her by the touch of his tongue. Her lips fell apart for a shaken breath that pulled her belly in tight.
“You know I’m gonna remember this,” she breathed out rapidly. Her arms were burning from strain and blood flow, flexing to compensate for the way she forced the rest of her to keep still.
That got a laugh. “Yeah? You going to make me pay?” he said, pressing a kiss just above her pussy. “I look forward to seeing you try.” Then he thrust a third finger in deep, pulling another sudden moan from Claire.
Her back arched from the door, lightly rattling it on the hinges as she fell back onto it, frustrated. She panted, unable to keep her hips from rolling forward again, desperate for the promise of the wet heat given by his tongue.
Keeping his rhythm steady, he leaned close to blow a hot breath on her clit. “C’mon, Claire. All you gotta do is ask.”
Besides the low whine on her voice and the deepening breaths that followed Jesse’s rhythm, she refused to give him an answer. Yet. But the sensations assaulted her on all fronts; the stretch and slick friction from his fingers stroked a spot deep inside that made her breaths hard--and it was unrelenting. The searing reminder in her shoulders bordered on the unpleasant, throbbing with her heightened pulse. She ached, and every second the ache doubled, eroding Claire’s resolve and any reason for why she was holding out.
And at the same time, giving fuel to the desire to just give in. To give in to him, as she had wanted to - so badly - on the table.
Her nails dug into the center of her palms, dusted by her hair as she let her head fall back against the door, gasping toward the ceiling. “Please, Jess--” With another whine, she bit down on her lip. Her eyes screwed shut. “God, please...”
“Please what?” Jesse said, his bottom lip running along her clit. “You want me to make you come?”
She didn’t care anymore--the need was too much, the desire to let go gnawing, clawing at her core, easily heard in the desperate sound on her breath as he brushed her clit again.
“Please let me come,” she huffed out on one gasp, her face twisted with need. Thighs, tense and trembling as her hips reached for him, stretching around his fingers.
With a grin, Jesse plunged his tongue inside her, twining between his fingers. His other hand shot up, squeezing hard as he ate her out. It didn’t take long; just the constant repetitive lathing of his tongue and fingers between her legs brought her choppy breaths to tight, shallow gasps. Gripping at the air and pulling at the invisible tethers that held her wrists fast, Claire cried toward the cheap stucco ceiling and came shuddering against his mouth.
Jesse lapped at her eagerly and didn’t slow down his ministrations. If any thing, he sped them up, bringing his hand down her body to work roughly at her clit. The muscles in Claire’s thighs, hips, and lower back trembled as the waves of pleasure started to take a sharper turn.
“Jess--!” she gasped harshly, her hips tried to buck back, hyper-sensitive and screaming. “Stop!”
He froze immediately, pulling back with wide eyes. Claire nearly collapsed on herself, leaning back heavily against the door, panting, then laughing.
“Jesus.” The crown of her head hit the door when she slumped back on it.
Laughter was a good sign, but he still hesitated. “You alright? I could free your arms if they’re a problem.” Claire nodded, letting her chin roll toward her chest, watching him with hooded eyes.
“I’m good--just can’t feel my hands anymore.”
“You can move your hands now,” Jesse said, almost before the words were out of her mouth. He got to his feet, his hands going to gently massage her wrists.
The gesture was as unexpected as the sensation was pleasant. Still working to recover her normal breathing, Claire gave him a warm look--all while still supporting herself against the door. Leaning in against her, Jesse pressed a line of kisses along her jaw.
“You’re so fucking sexy, y’know,” he said fondly. Claire let her eyes close for the moment of gentle calm in the frenzy they swept themselves up in. His skin was hot against her, disarming and enticing all in one. She could feel him breathe, not only along her neck, but in the subtle flex of flesh and muscle pressing her into the door. Bits of things he’d said and done to her, even only in the last half hour, bounced around in her head--it was all incredibly intoxicating.
“An’you drive me a little wild...” Claire answered back through a warm, lurid whisper; the smile against his cheek hinted at her deliberate understatement.
“Mm,” Jesse hummed, smiling. He slid a hand between them, then between her legs, shifting his hard cock to her entrance. “You ready for a little more driving?” Claire grinned, catching her bottom lip in her teeth, making her warm chuckle hot.
“Throw me around,” she both offered and teased, the bridge of her nose wrinkling with mischief.
He gave a breath of a laugh, pulling back. “Never would have fucking guessed.” Then, in one swift move, he leaned down and grabbed her around the knees, throwing her over his shoulder, where she promptly swatted his ass. He took a sharp hiss of breath before his face broke out in a grin. It was hardly three steps before he plopped her down on the bed, crawling on top. He hooked her leg over his shoulder. “You’re mine,” he said, his face twisted in a smirk. “Say it.”
Pink in the cheeks, Claire’s grin remained, and even sharpened with a mix of heat and challenge. “You’re mine,” she parroted through a breath, pushed by the leverage of his weight atop her.
Jesse shook his head even as he thrust into her to the hilt. His breath caught, but he leaned in close, one hand twining in her hair and pinning it to the bed. She swallowed a gasp, but couldn’t help the deeper arch in her spine. “You know that’s not what I meant. Tell me what I want to hear,” he said, rocking his hips.
His breath was hot on her throat, and sent a shiver that pulsed down her neck. It tightened when she inhaled shakily, then let it out with a rasp moan. “I’m yours.”
His whole body shuddering, he nearly withdrew from her before slamming in again, the bed creaking underneath them. “Again,” he breathed, bending over her, his teeth scraping along her collarbone.
The savage thrust jarred Claire’s voice in another gasp, her hands twisted in the bedsheets. Something in his voice, not just the words themselves, but the potent undercurrent cut through her deep. “I’m yours!” Her chest constricting hard and undeniable as her answer; a little tighter, a little more desperate.
The words were just as potent the second time, Jesse spinning near the edge. He gripped to her shoulders, holding her in place as he drove into her again and again. “Tell me!” he snarled through his panting breath. That instant, Claire’s eyes opened, automatically honing in on his.
Her lips softly parted, the reddened skin twitching with each snap of his hips. A rush of emotion flooded her veins, broken free from the barrier she’d carefully built around them, regarding Jesse. Before, her feelings for him were difficult to define, solid, but a little frightening at the same time. Like a thrown switch, the potency behind his passionate demand suddenly made everything painfully clear.
“I love you, Jess,” she keened through a breath, and circled his wrists with her hands. Just saying it made her cheeks and something much closer to her core unbelievably hot.
Heat swam through every inch of him as he exploded inside her. Jesse shuddered and thrust erratically, burying his face in her neck as the intensity eased. Claire choppily ran her fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss against it between panted breaths. She let her eyes close again as the aftershocks rocked him above her, waiting a few moments so they both could recover before she whispered.
“I mean it, y’know.” She smoothed his dark hair and kissed his brow.
His chest clenched, both aching and wonderful. Jesse hadn’t heard those words in twenty years, not in any way that counted. Breathing out, he pressed a kiss to her neck.
“Thank you,” he said quietly before pulling out of her and rolling to the side. Stripping off the condom, he stretched long to toss it in the bedside trash before pressing in close against her. Chuckling warmly under her breath, Claire curled naturally curled into him. Her hand brushed through his sweat-dampened hair.
She said nothing. His whispered words and breathless kiss were enough of a return for her, though the shock of how adamant the need to face her own feelings - and say them aloud - still vibrated in her chest like a charge.