The Birthday Gift

The house was too quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against Claire’s skin like a weight. She swirled the last sip of her third 'Leg Spreader', a cocktail so sweet it masked the bitterness of the night. In a hollowed gaze she stared into the glass, watching the amber liquid cling to the sides. Phil had texted her an hour ago, some bullshit about closing the deal over steak and single malt, as if she hadn’t heard that excuse a hundred times before. Her 38th birthday, and once again, she was an afterthought.
A car door slammed outside. Eddie.
Claire’s pulse kicked up, but she forced herself to exhale slowly. He wasn’t supposed to be here tonight, at least not like this, not alone with her, not when she was half-drunk and wearing nothing but a silk robe barely covering her thighs. She’d thrown it on after her shower, too pissed to bother with pajamas. Now, the fabric clung to her skin, the cool air teasing her nipples into tight peaks beneath the thin material.
She heard his footsteps in the garage, the creak of the basement door. He’d go straight to his room, of course. That’s what he always did. At least she would not have to put up the front of pretending she was not hurt by the way Phil ignored her again, the way their marriage had become a slow-motion car crash.
Fuck that.
Claire poured three more drinks, the ice clinking sharply against the glass. The liquor burned her throat as she downed one in three swallows, then grabbed the other two glasses making her way downstairs. The wood steps were cold beneath her bare feet. By the time she reached the bottom, her head was light, her resolve hardening.
Eddie’s door was open.
She didn’t knock.
He was sprawled on the bed, laptop balanced on his stomach, one hand moving beneath the sheet. The second her shadow fell across the threshold, he jerked upright, yanking the sheet to his waist. But not before Claire caught a glimpse—oh my—of something thick and heavy, half-hard already, resting against his thigh.
“Claire?†His voice was rough, startled. “Shouldn’t you be out with...â€
“Alone?†She stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind her. “Yeah. Thanks for noticing.â€
His dark eyes flicked over her—lingering on the way her robe gaped at the chest, the flush in her cheeks, the glass trembling slightly in her hand. “Dad’s not back yet?â€
“Nope.†She set the drinks on the nightstand and perched on the edge of the bed, close enough that her thigh brushed his. The heat of him seeped through the sheet. “Decided to extend his trip. Business, you know.â€
Eddie exhaled through his nose, a sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “Right. Business.â€
Claire picked up the other glass and pressed it into his hand. Their fingers touched. A spark. A promise. “Thought I’d come say hi. Since no one remembered it’s my birthday.â€
He took a slow sip, watching her over the rim. “Happy birthday.â€
“Thanks.†She let her gaze drop to the laptop screen, where a frozen image of a woman on her knees, lips stretched around a cock, glared back at them. Claire’s breath hitched. “So. Porn, huh?â€
Eddie didn’t even flinch. “Yeah.â€
“What kind?â€
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Stepmom stuff.â€
The word hung between them, heavy and electric. Claire’s skin prickled. She should’ve been shocked. Should’ve left. But the liquor and the loneliness and the way his thigh flexed beneath the sheet kept her rooted in place.
“That’s… specific.†She reached for the laptop, angling it toward her. The video was paused, she saw a woman with Claire’s hair color, bent over a couch, a man gripping her hips from behind. “Do you...†Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat. “Do you like this?â€
Eddie’s fingers tightened around his glass. “Do you?â€
Claire met his gaze. His pupils were blown, dark and hungry. She swallowed. “Play it.â€
For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Then Eddie’s thumb hovered over the trackpad. The video unfolded with a moist slap of flesh, the woman’s cries high and needy. Claire’s stomach twisted. She’d never watched anything like this before—hadn't let herself. But now, with Eddie’s heat radiating beside her, the sound of wet skin and desperate gasps filled the room, her body responded without permission. Her thighs pressed together. Her breath came faster.
“They’re not even... She wet her lips. “He’s not wearing a condom.â€
Eddie’s voice was low, rough. “No.â€
“And she’s just...just taking it.†The man on screen bottomed out with a sharp thrust, the woman’s back arching. Claire’s fingers curled into the comforter. “That’s not… real, is it? People don’t actually...â€
“They do.â€
She glanced at him. His knuckles were white around the glass. The sheet had slipped, revealing the thick ridge of his cock straining against his boxers. Claire’s mouth went dry.
“Have you?†The question slipped out before she could stop it.
Eddie’s gaze snapped to hers. “Have I what?â€
“Been with an older woman.â€
A muscle feathered in his jaw. “Yeah.â€
Claire’s pulse roared in her ears. “Did you it like?â€
His laugh was dark, knowing. “You really wanna know?â€
She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because her hand was already creeping toward her lap, her fingers sliding beneath the robe, over the damp heat between her legs. Eddie’s breath hitched. His eyes tracked the movement, dark and intense.
“Tell me.†Her voice was a whisper. “Did it feel…good?â€
On screen, the woman came with a broken cry, her body shuddering. Eddie’s throat worked. “Yeah. It felt good.â€
Claire’s fingers circled her clit, a slow, teasing stroke. Pleasure coiled low in her belly. She bit her lip. “I’ve never… I mean, Phil and I, we don’t really...â€
“I know.â€
Eddie’s glass hit the nightstand with a sharp clink.
“Fuck it.â€
His hand shot out, gripping her wrist. Not to stop her. To guide her. “Keep going,†he commanded.
Claire obeyed.
Their breaths synchronized—ragged, desperate. The video played on, but neither of them were watching anymore. Claire’s hips lifted into her touch, her robe falling open to reveal the swell of her breasts, the damp glisten of her fingers working between her thighs. Eddie’s chest rose and fell, his cock tenting the sheet, a wet spot darkening the fabric.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,†he groaned.
Claire whimpered. No one in years had ever looked at her like this. Not like she was something to crave. Her free hand found his thigh, nails digging in.
“Say it.†His voice was a growl. “Say you want me.â€
The words lodged in her throat. But her body answered for her, her back arching, her thighs trembling. “I...please.â€
That was all he needed.
The laptop crashed to the floor. Eddie surged forward, his mouth crashing onto hers, hot and demanding. Claire gasped into the kiss, her lips parting as his tongue swept inside, tangling with hers. He tasted like whiskey and sin. His hands were everywhere, cupping her breast, thumbs flicking over her nipple, then fingers sliding down to replace hers between her legs.
“Oh God—†She bucked against his touch, her hips jerking. He didn’t let up, two fingers plunging inside her with a rough curl that had her seeing stars.
“You’re soaked,†he groaned against her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point. “Fuck, Claire, I’ve wanted this for years.â€
She should’ve been shocked. Should’ve pushed him away. But the way he said her name, it was like a mantra and like a curse, it unraveled her. Her nails raked down his back as he kissed her, his fingers fucking her slow and deep, his thumb pressing just right against her clit.
“I’m gonna...â€
“Come for me.†His breath was hot against her ear. “I wanna feel it.â€
The orgasm crashed over her, her body clenching around his fingers, her cry swallowed by his mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure wrung her out, leaving her boneless and trembling. Eddie didn’t stop, drawing out every last shudder until she was a whimpering, sensitive mess beneath him.
When she finally came down, her cheeks were wet. Eddie pulled back just enough to brush his thumb over her lower lip, his dark eyes searching hers.
“Still want more?â€
Claire didn’t hesitate. She reached for the waistband of his boxers, her fingers trembling as she freed his cock. It was huge—thicker than Phil’s, heavier, the veins standing out against flushed skin. A bead of precum glistened at the tip. She licked her lips.
“Claire,†His voice was strained. “you don’t have to keep...â€
“I fucking want to.†She wrapped her hand around him, stroking experimentally. Eddie hissed, his hips jerking. “I want all of this.â€
His control snapped.
In one movement, he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers. His mouth found her breast, tongue swirling around her nipple before he sucked hard, making her gasp. His hand slid between her legs again, fingers slick with her arousal.
“You’re sure?†His voice was a growl against her skin. “Once I’m inside you, I’m not stopping until you fucking scream.â€
Claire arched into his touch, her body already aching for more. “Shut up.â€
Eddie didn’t need to be told twice.
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wide. The cool air hit her exposed pussy, but the heat of his gaze burned hotter. “Fucking perfection.†His thumb dragged through her folds, collecting her wetness before pressing against her asshole.
Claire stiffened. “Eddie—â€
“Relax.†His voice was a dark murmur. “Just feel.â€
She whimpered as his thumb circled, the pressure firm but teasing. No one had ever—oh God—touched her there. The sensation was strange, intense, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her core. Her nails dug into his biceps.
“You like that?†His breath was hot against her thigh. “You like the idea of me fucking this tight little hole?â€
Claire moaned, her head thrashing on the pillow. “I—I don’t know—â€
“You do.†His thumb pressed deeper, just the tip breaching her. Claire gasped, her back bowing. “You want it. Say it.â€
“Yes.â€
Eddie groaned, his cock twitching against her hip. “Maybe, later.â€
He shifted, his cock nudging against her pussy. Claire held her breath as he pushed inside, inch by slow stretching inch, he began filling her in a way she’d forgotten was possible. She was so full, her walls clenching around him, her body struggling to adjust.
“Fuck, you’re tight,†Eddie groaned, his forehead pressing to hers. “Too much?â€
“No, don’t fucking stop!â€
He didn’t. He bottomed out with a sharp thrust, his balls slapping against her ass. Claire cried out, her fingers clawing at his back. The stretch burned with fullness like nothing she’d felt before with any man.
Eddie started to move, his hips rolling in deep, measured strokes. Each thrust dragged against something inside her that made her see stars. Her legs locked around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.
“Harder,†she gasped. “Fuck me harder.â€
Eddie growled, his control snapping. He reared back, gripping her hips, and slammed into her. The bed frame rattled against the wall. Claire’s cries filled the room, high and broken, her body taking every punishing thrust.
“Yes,yes...right there†Her fingers tangled in the sheets, her orgasm building like a storm. “Oh, goddamn.â€
“Come on my cock,†he demanded, his voice raw.
Claire shattered.
Her back arched off the bed, her pussy clenching around him in waves of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Eddie groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside her as he came with a guttural cry.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Eddie’s breath was hot against her neck, his body heavy and solid atop hers. Claire’s heart pounded, her skin slick with sweat, her thighs trembling around his waist.
Then Eddie’s lips found hers in a slow, deep kiss. “Happy birthday,†he murmured against her mouth.
Claire laughed, breathless and giddy. “Best. Present. Ever.â€
Eddie grinned, his hips rolling experimentally. She gasped as his cock twitched inside her, still half-hard. “Round two?â€
Claire bit her lip, her body already responding.
The second time was slower. Dirtier.
Eddie took his time, his mouth trailing down her body. Expertly licking, nibbling, worshipping, until Claire was a writhing, begging mess. He spread her thighs wide, his tongue delving between her folds, lapping at her arousal like a man starved. Claire’s fingers tangled in his hair, her hips lifting off the bed as he sucked her clit, his fingers crooking inside her.
She was becoming desperate, her body coiled tight, her ass clenching around nothing. “I need you there.â€
He didn’t make her ask twice.
Eddie flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her knees. The position left her exposed, vulnerable—her ass in the air, her pussy dripping. She heard the click of a bottle cap, the slick sound of lube being pumped onto his fingers.
“Relax,†Eddie murmured, his voice a dark caress. His fingers traced her asshole, the cool gel making her shiver. “Breathe.â€
Claire obeyed, her body tensing as he pressed one finger inside. The stretch burned, but the pleasure—oh God, the pleasure; it radiated through her, her clit throbbing in time with his slow, deliberate strokes.
“Another?†His breath was hot against her back.
She nodded frantically, her face buried in the pillow. “Yes...â€
Eddie added a second finger, scissoring them gently, stretching her. Claire whimpered, her hips rocking back against his hand. She was empty everywhere else, her pussy aching, her body needing—
“Now...give it to me, now.â€
He didn’t argue.
The head of his cock pressed against her, thick and insistent. Claire held her breath as he pushed inside—slowly, so slowly, her body resisting before giving way with a sharp pop. Pain flared, bright and white-hot, but Eddie didn’t stop, his hands gripping her hips as he sank deeper.
“Fuck, that's tight, †His voice was strained. “Slower?â€
Claire nodded, her knuckles white where she clutched the sheets. “Don’t...don’t stop...â€
Eddie groaned, his hips rolling in shallow thrusts, giving her time to adjust. The burn eased, replaced by a deep, aching fullness that had her moaning into the pillow.
“You feel so good,†Eddie groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Claire pushed back against him, her body craving more. “Harder...â€
He pulled back and slammed into her, his balls slapping against her clit. Claire cried out, the sound muffled by the pillow, her body taking every brutal thrust. The angle was perfect—his cock dragging against something inside her that made her toes curl, her vision blur.
“Yes...yes...right there!†Her voice was a broken chant. “Don’t stop...Please,...I’m gonna fucking cum...â€
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body clenching around him, her cries raw and desperate. Eddie followed with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he came, his release filling her in hot, thick spurts.
They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slicked and breathless. Eddie pulled her against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.
Claire turned her head, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “We can never tell your father.â€
Eddie’s laugh was dark, satisfied. “Baby, after tonight?†He cupped her ass possessively, his cock twitching against her thigh. “I’m not letting you go.â€