Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 219: The Scene I Couldn't Shut Off Clairessa's POV Gabriel sucked in a breath, hips flexing instinctively into my touch as I began to stroke him-slow, deliberate from base to tip, letting him feel every inch of my grip.

"Shit, Claire," he groaned. One arm shot up to brace against the headboard, the other fisting the sheets like he was hanging on for dear life.

I kept stroking him, merciless and patient, watching the way his cock twitched in my hand. How his hips tensed with each glide, every twist of my wrist. His body was betraying him-completely under my spell.

His tip was slick, glistening. I dragged my thumb over it, spreading the precum in lazy, teasing circles.

He bucked-once. Hard.

I smirked. "Impatient?" "You have no idea," he rasped, voice rough and tight. "You keep touchinglike that, and I'm gonna cbefore you even-" I cut him off with a swirl of my tongue over the swollen head of his cock.

He cursed low and guttural, his whole body writhing beneath me.

His hips jerked as I circled the tip again and again, then dragged my tongue down the underside, teasing just beneath the ridge-his most sensitive spot.

"Oh... sweet," he groaned, voice strained. "You're drivinginsane." When I finally took him into my mouth, he choked out, "Fuck... Claire... can you even-" I silenced him with a finger to his lips-the sway he'd once done to me. His eyes went wide with disbelief as I took more of him in... and more.

I'd imagined this. Trained for it. Late at night, when thoughts of him keptup, I practiced breathing through my nose-refusing to gag, refusing to pull back. My throat opened for him.

I wanted every inch. I wanted to feel him lose himself because of me.

And now I had him-thick, hard, stretching my lips until they ached, pushing deep, hitting the back of my throat... then deeper.

Gabriel groaned a sound torn straight from his soul.

"Hell, Clairessa... your mouth..." His hand slid gently into my hair-not to control, just to hold-like he still couldn't believe it was real. His cock twitched against my tongue as I sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, working him with slow, relentless precision.

My other hand stroked what I couldn't take. From base to tip... then down again. Each tI bobbed, he let out another ragged moan, his thighs trembling beneath me.

His hips began to lift off the bed.

I pressed a firm hand to his stomach, holding him down.

"Fucking hell," he whispered. "You feel so good. No one's ever-God, Claire- sweet girl, what are you doing to me?" He was losing control-eyes shut, lips parted, every inch of him straining toward release.

And I didn't stop.

I moved faster, my tongue swirling around his crown before swallowing him deep again.

My lips were slick, my jaw aching-but I didn't let go.

His hips jerked uncontrollably. His groans grew desperate.

"Claire... fuck, I'm gonna-" He tensed, fists tightening in my hair like he was about to pullaway-but I didn't let up.

I took him again, faster this time. From base to tip, licking, sucking, devouring.

His groans turned guttural.

His hips surged. His cock thickened in my mouth, and then- "Clairessa-sweetheart-I love you I love you-" He cried out my name, over and over, like a man unhinged. His body bucked as the orgasm tore through him, every muscle in his torso clenching beneath my palms.

"I love you," he choked. "Fuck-I love you—" He chard, spilling deep into my throat. I swallowed him down, taking everything, letting him ride the wave until he collapsed under the weight of it.

I pulled back slowly, lips brushing his tip. Then I licked the corner of my mouth and looked up at him-smirking.

He looked wrecked. Staring atwith awe... and something like fear.

Like I'd just stripped him bare.

Like he didn't know what to do with the power I'd just claimed.

I loved watching him like this-vulnerable only to me.

I hadn't gotten much sleep.

Even now, as I lay on the pabed with the morning sun warming my skin, my mind refused to rest. Last night with Gabriel-every moment kept replaying in my head like a scene I couldn't shut off.

The way he groaned how much he lovedas he fell apart.

I love you, Claire.

It shouldn't have felt powerful.

But God-it did.

It felt good. Too good. That I could wield that kind of power over Gabriel Storm. That I could undo him-make him feel so much it shattered through his pride-made my chest swell.

It was intoxicating.

But the high cwith confusion.

Because I still had feelings for him. No matter how hard I tried to shut them out, I couldn't deny them.

And now, he wanted us back together.

It would've been easy to say yes-especially after everything we shared last night. But after what he putthrough before? Trusting him again? That was something else entirely.

He said he loved me... but then admitted he wasn't ready to tell his son about us.

Still hiding. Still cautious. Still choosing comfort over truth.

I couldn't let my guard down. Not again.

I refused to open my heart to him—not when he could so easily crush it all over again. I couldn't survive another heartbreak. Not from him.

If I took him back now, it would be on his terms. And I'd be damned if I handed over my heart without proof that he was willing to fight for it.

Fight his son for me.

Until then, I'd play his game. Make him jealous. Make him feel what he could've lost.

I wasn't the girl who begged anymore.

I was the woman he couldn't stop wanting.

A soft voice snappedout of my thoughts.

"Miss Clairessa?" My eyes flew open.

I jerked upright, nearly slipping off the edge of the lounger. "Oh-hey," I exhaled, catching my breath. "Didn't hear you cout." "I didn't mean to scare you," she said

with a gentle smile, holding out a glass of fresh juice. "I saw you lying here and thought you might need something cold. The weather's quite hot this morning." "Oh." I blinked at the condensation sliding down the glass. "Wow. Thank you.

That's really thoughtful." "Hope you're settling in okay," she added softly.

I took the glass from her, nodding. "I am. Thank you, Jane. You've been nothing but kind." Before she could respond, a familiar deep voice cut through the morning air.

"Jane." My spine went rigid. I sat up straighter, eyes darting toward the entrance.

Gabriel stood just inside the open padoors. His eyes moved to Jane, then locked onand held.

"Good morning, Mr. Storm," Jane greeted him with a small bow of her head. "Lane" "he said, tone polite but distracted. "I trust you had a good night?" "A good one, yes," she replied lightly.

"Give us a moment." Jane glanced between us, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Of course." She offered a small smile and a quiet nod, then turned and disappeared inside.

I barely noticed her go. My eyes stayed fixed on Gabriel.

He wore jeans and a dark polo, the sleeves pushed up slightly to reveal his forearms. His hair was neat, His skin looked rested-like he'd actually gotten ssleep. He looked... calm. Too calm for a man who'd said he lovedlast night.

Too calm for what I was feeling.

My eyes trailed to his mouth-full, tempting, still bruised from the way I kissed him.

And then, the memory surged up-vivid and unforgiving.

The way his hands gripped my waist.

His head, buried between my thighs.

His mouth pressed to my clit...

I took a sip of juice to distract myself-bad idea. The moment my lips closed around the straw, Gabriel stepped forward.

"Clairessa, how are you feeling this morning?" His voice was low-too smooth.

Of course he would ask, knowing full well what happened last night. But I played it cool. I set the glass down and rose slowly, meeting his gaze.

"Better than ever."