Till it Feels like Cheating
Title: Till it Feels like Cheating
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sylar and Claire have a hotel room for the night. Need I say more?
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Heroes is not owned by me, but by Tim Kring. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: Because there’s no such thing as too much Sylaire porn. Oh and a certain Jewel song is to thank ;) If you don’t know it, good - I haven’t spoiled anything lol
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“Miss Butler, yes, room 3101,” the woman behind the hotel desk told Claire as she handed her the room key.
“Thank you,” she told her, still feeling a little strange about using her old assumed name to check in. She hadn’t used that name in over twenty years, but she knew he would remember like it was yesterday.
They had agreed to meet at this hotel tonight. They both knew why. The excitement and danger of being caught had always turned Claire on. First at her parents’ home when she was a teenager. Then in public with her random boy toys of the week in college. Finally out in the field, sometimes even in the middle of a dangerous mission with her partner.
That was partly why she had called Sylar for this. She needed him. No one got to her like he could and she had been desperate for this for too long.
She knew she was early so she headed into the bathroom and lifted her bag onto the counter. Within moments she had changed into a sexy, pink spaghetti strap satin number that barely came to her mid thigh.
Finally she fluffed her blonde curls and put her original clothes into the overnight bag before leaving it on the floor. Her heart was already pounding against her ribs, already she was feeling what she hadn’t in so long.
This was wrong, she told herself. But she didn’t care. That only made her want it more. Made her want him more.
When Sylar finally stepped into the dim room, his eyes immediately found her reclining on the bed.
His lips curled into a predatory smile as he sauntered closer. She was his and tonight he would claim her as such.
“Sylar,” was all she said as her eyes followed him with every step, the same ravenous look reflecting back at him.
“Claire,” he smiled. “What would your husband say if he knew about this?”
“Probably the same thing your wife would,” she retorted as she rose to her knees at the side of the large bed.
Then he was in front of her, close enough to finally touch her and there wasn’t anything Claire wanted more.
“Why did you even bother to put this on?” he asked, gripping the bodice of her sheer negligee.
“You’ve got to have something to tear off of me,” she smiled, her ample chest rising and falling with each breath she took, blue reflecting in brown as her eyes never left his.
Just like that her dress was gone. Not torn, no. He liked this one. Instead he had brought it up over her head and reveled for a brief moment in the sight of her blonde curls falling down past her now bare shoulders, her modest breasts swaying as she shifted in front of him. He spent another moment marveling at her perfect, creamy skin that hadn’t aged a day since she was in high school.
He himself hadn’t aged either and Claire couldn’t have been more appreciative. Well, maybe if she weren’t the only naked one in the room, that was.
“So are you just gonna stare at me or are we gonna make use of our time?” she asked finally as she brought her small, slender hands to his shirt and quickly rid him of it.
Sylar smiled at her initiative. He remained silent though and kept his burning gaze on her as she stepped off the bed and reached for his belt, making quick work of that as well. His pants and boxers were next and where he kicked them off to neither cared.
Even the way he was devouring her with his eyes was turning her on. She could feel his eyes all over her as he drank in the sight of her perfect nude form. He wanted to touch every inch of her, to feel her come alive beneath his touch. It was too easy for him to get her to that point but still he took pride in it.
Then suddenly he had his plan of attack. “When was the last time your husband went down on you?” he asked, running a long, lean hand down her bare side as he moved to his knees.
“A while,” she answered, watching his every move.
He nodded before nearly audibly inhaling her sweet scent. Lord, the things she did to him. He was torn between feeling it was heavenly or excruciating. One form of blissful torture deserved another, he soon decided, wanting to give her what she hadn’t had in so long.
Claire sighed out at his tongue’s initial contact with her already nearly sopping folds. Circling them first, nearly smiling against her extremely sensitive and soft skin as her hips gave a soft pump towards his exquisite mouth.
Sylar ran a finger up the back of her leg next, giving her a vague idea of how he was going to step this up. An instant later her leg was over his shoulder, opening her more to him. He knew she would have to lay down soon, she was already trembling slightly in his hold from her arousal, but he still couldn’t resist working her up just a little more.
Already the taste of her honeyed juices had rendered his cock nearly as hard as possible. He still wouldn’t delve his tongue into her yet no matter how much her cunt seemed to beg for it. Instead he let his tongue circle her needful clit, still not letting his tongue run over it just yet.
Claire was on the verge of panting, knowing how close she was. He was far too good with his mouth and she knew that he knew it. She kept her eyes closed, knowing the sight of his head between her legs would be enough to make her lose control then. She both needed him to make her come and right then and wanted to hold off for as long as she could. If she had it her way this would never have to end. Yet at the same time she knew she would likely fall when he finally did let her orgasm if she wasn’t already off her feet.
Fortunately for her he heard that thought. After all it had been loud enough and his senses were being sent into overdrive as he eagerly lapped at her juices, trying to put the needful throbbing of his cock out of his mind. If there was one thing he wasn’t going to do, it was rush this. It had been too long and he needed it as much as she did.
A disappointed groan escaped Claire’s throat as she watched her lover stand. She knew she needed the spare second just to catch her breath and regain just a bit of strength, but she had never wanted to lose the feel of his mouth against her. Then again the promise of his cock stretching her to perfection once more was just as good.
“Didn’t you want to lay down?” he asked her, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity.
Claire didn’t have to be told twice. She took a seat and shifted quickly around to lay down fully and silently beckon him atop her.
Though despite his own need, Sylar held off slightly. He moved atop her but lowered himself down until his head was between her legs again, this time parting them as widely as they would go before pursing his lips around her clit.
That time Claire let out a deep moan, her hips bucking into Sylar’s mouth once more as her hands tightly gripped the bedspread beneath her.
“Come for me, Claire,” he sighed against her a moment later. He knew she was close and wanted to feel that power against his lips, knowing he had been the one to awaken this passion and need within her. She was his, they both knew it, now he wanted validation. Maybe he couldn’t literally leave a mark of ownership on her, but this would certainly do.
The feel of his hot breath hitting her nearly dripping cunt, his hands holding her hips as still as possible, his lips wrapped around her clit again, feeling him draw it past his perfect lips in such a wonderful rhythm was soon too much. Clinging to the bedspread, her orgasm surged through her and she came nearly screaming his name as her body convulsed in his tight grasp.
Still Sylar’s oral assault didn’t cease until her body had nearly completely calmed. Only then did he look up at her, that same hungry, needful look shimmering in his dark eyes.
“When was the last time your wife let you ravage her?” she asked, her breaths still coming in soft pants.
“Too long,” he answered before climbing atop her and kissing her neck as he aligned his now nearly painfully throbbing dick with her still sopping cunt.
Claire gasped as he began to slide into her, her body willingly accepting the blissful invasion. He took her slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of him, wanting to savor her soft warmth.
He knew she would take whatever he gave her, she was the only one who really could. Already her hands were to his back and already her nails were digging in. She never even thought about it, but he always did. And damn it, he loved it. He could be as rough with her as he wanted and she would give as good as she got.
That wasn’t what tonight was about, though he couldn’t deny her making him bleed was always an added turn on. That brief pain mixed with the indescribable pleasure he found within her was always enough to push him over the edge. And given that he was already so close he knew he wouldn’t last long if she tore into him now.
He sped his pace, burying himself into her before pulling out almost completely only to slam into her again, repeating that move several times over.
Claire could only moan out for her part, louder still as Sylar took a taught nipple between his lips and ran the tip of his tongue over it again and again. Her head canted back into the pillow, her legs wrapping around his hips, angling her body just enough for him to delve even deeper into her and hit that oh so perfect spot.
Already he could feel her second orgasm approaching as her walls tightened around him. He had almost forgotten how tight she could be and at times like this it was almost impossible for him to pull back. But she was only bringing him closer each time she relaxed just enough to take him completely.
“Fuck, Claire,” he groaned as his hips lowered against hers again.
She knew he was nearly there and just as he had spurred her on, she returned the favor as ground himself into her. “Come in me, Sylar. Don’t make me wait.”
That was all he needed. Her soft voice, her muscles coiling around him, her nails raking down his back even if she wasn’t drawing blood this time, her lustful plea, her legs holding him in place and forcing him deeper, he was gone and they both knew it.
He came with a loud, satisfied groan that Claire couldn’t deny having missed. She loved knowing what she did to him, knowing she could give him just as much pleasure as she got from him.
It didn’t matter when his own tremors had faded, he was tired but he could still feel her cunt clinging to him and without a second thought he brought a hand between them and let his middle finger rub against her still needful clit.
He didn’t speak, only let his gaze burn into hers as her hips twisted against him. He didn’t care he had already made her come ocne tonight, he wanted to feel her come around him. What better way for her to know who had claimed her?
It was only seconds more before Sylar got his wish. True Claire was nearly silent as she came this time, but still her body shuddered, her hips bucked and her warm, wet core refused to let him go until she was completely spent.
When he finally mustered the strength, he moved beside her and let himself collapse.
“We have got to do this more often,” she sighed as she looked over at him.
Curling his arms around her as she nuzzled into his firm chest, he asked, “What? Send the kids to your parents and escape over to here where we can fuck like strangers? Or at least pretend to be cheating on each other?”
“Well you’ve got to admit this beats our silent quickies at home,” she replied. “Though I do still hate the idea of you with another woman. But as long as the other woman’s me it’s okay,” she added with a slight laugh at knowing how that sounded.
Even if only silently, he had to admit she was right. He could remember the last time he had come that hard or had managed to feel the same from his wife.
Fuck silently agreeing, he decided a moment later. “What are you doing next weekend then?”
Claire just short of giggled as she looked up into her husband’s dark eyes. “Well I may have a date with this tall, dark stranger.”
He smiled. “Well that’s good because I want to spend some more time with this gorgeous little blonde who can’t seem to get enough of me.”
“Yeah, I think I proved that with out sixth child,” she laughed.
Soon they were both laughing and already thinking of new ways to keep even this from becoming routine.
The End