7. Clay
Chapter Seven
CLAY
“Holy fuck,” I breathed, staring at the picture.
I reached down, gripping my cock, mesmerized for a minute before sagging with a moan and starting to stroke myself.
His cock was fucking gorgeous. I was pretty sure it was blue, or maybe gray with not a fang in sight. It was long and girthy with what appeared to be a knot.
“Oh yeah,” I gasped. “I could definitely go for that.”
My mouth was practically watering before I realized that I hadn't replied and had no intention of doing so one-handed.
Swallowing, I remembered the conversation I'd overheard today about taking the bull by the horns, so to speak. It had been from my company owners of all people and had opened my eyes to how they weren't just work machines as I'd previously thought, but that was a revelation for a different time.
before I had time to second guess myself, I hit the call button. If Sal was any bit as interested in me as I was in him, he would answer.
The line rang twice and then he picked up.
My heart rate picked up and I gasped.
“You picked up.”
A deep, sexy chuckle set my blood on fire.
“Couldn't resist,” he said.
He was speaking quietly, almost at a whisper, but I didn't care. I was actually talking to him. And he had told me his name and sent me pictures when I asked for them. I felt like dancing.
“Did you like the picture?” he asked.
I swallowed, wondering if I should take it up one more level.
Then, thought fuck it and hit the video call button.
He accepted and I was given the satisfaction of hearing the way his breath hitched on the phone when he saw my hand on my cock, stroking the length.
“Does this answer your question?” I asked, quoting his earlier message.
“Hell yes, it does,” he breathed and then, his camera came on and I was looking at his hard cock, large fist gripping his knot tightly.
“Oh god,” I groaned, stroking faster. “You're so fucking sexy. I knew it!”
He chuckled darkly.
“Not as sexy as you.”
“I want to suck you,” I moaned, and his breathing was coming in harder now, soft gasps filling my living room.
“Yeah?” he asked.
I moaned because I couldn't speak for a minute. His hand gliding over his cock was stunning and sexy and he was doing it for me.
My balls tightened and I bit into my lip, trying to stop myself from coming too soon, but it was too hot.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Going to?—”
He groaned in response, pumping his cock faster, his hand tight over the engorged flesh. My ass would be tighter, I'd love to have him inside me, choking his dick with my hole until he couldn't take it anymore and came ribbons inside me.
With that image in mind, his heady moans and gasps and the sight of what he was doing, I went over the edge, shaking as come spurted from my tip, covering my shirt and my hand as I gasped and groaned.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hand going faster.
“I want to see your face while you come,” I gasped, stroking the last drops from my tip as he came to the edge.
He made a distressed noise but didn't turn the camera around.
“Come on, I want to see you come baby,” I whispered. “I can do it first if it makes you feel better. See?”
I hit the button on my phone so that he could see my face.
“Oh god,” he gasped. “You're so fucking beautiful.”
Pleasure spread through me.
“Let me see you,” I cajoled.
His hips jerked and thick white strips of come shot out of him while he grunted and then moaned, his fist slowing and then gripping his knot while he finished. Though it was hot enough that I didn't really mind, I was still a little bit disappointed that he didn't turn the camera around.
“So hot,” I whispered when he finally sagged.
A silence stretched on while we caught our breath, but then I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer.
“You don't really want me to know you for real, do you?” I asked.
He was stilled and was silent for a moment.
“That's not it, Clay.”
“Then why don't you turn the camera around and talk to me face-to-face?”
There was an even longer silence and I was left with my face on the screen looking at his wet, spent cock, as it softened.
“That's what I thought,” I said, disappointed. “Are you married, or something? A political figure? Do you have the head of a bullfrog? Because I'll be honest, that last one might be a deal-breaker for me.”
He chuckled again, that sexy, breathy sound that made my cock twitch with renewed interest.
“It's none of those reasons, but I do have a reason. One that I'm going to explain to you in person. Face-to-face, just like you want.”
I bit my lip, interested.
“When?”
“Tomorrow,” he said without hesitation. “Straight after work.”
I considered. I wouldn't say no to ending the week with a good time, but the idea also made me nervous for some reason. Probably because, despite myself, I really liked this guy.
“I'm done at five,” I said. “Where do you want to meet?”
“At your office building. I'll be there at five,” he promised.
I didn't want this thing between us to end, but I needed to see him, to talk to him properly, to yes, sit on that thick knot at the very least before deciding that this was a bust... hopefully if we met, it went well. I wanted him in all the ways, not just the sexy ones.
“Clay, I need you to stay after work.”
I practically jumped out of my skin, swinging around to face Mr. Kort as though he was an axe murderer. Well, he was seriously interfering with my love life right now, so same thing, really.
“What?” I demanded. “No. I can't. I have plans.”
He gave me a hard look and I knew I had no choice.
“Be in my office at five,” he ordered and there was a hint of warning in his tone to match up with the look in his eyes.
I watched him walk away, his tail whipping in irritation behind him and cursed under my breath.
“What did you do now?” Lloyd asked.
I shook my head, unsure. Maybe I wasn't wrong about him after all. The guy was a total hard ass. I pitied whoever he was trying to date online.
Speaking of which...
I pulled out my phone and went to my chat with Sal, heart sinking as I wrote him a message.
Hey. My boss wants to talk to me after work. Can we meet a bit later?
I set my phone down, next to my keyboard, waiting for a reply. When one didn't come in an hour, I sent another one.
I really do want to meet you if you think I'm trying to bail. Hell, I'll bail on my boss instead if you want. Fuck him. Please be here to pick me up like you promised.
He didn't answer for another long stretch, but this time, didn't leave me hanging.
Don't worry. I'll be there. Right at your desk at five PM sharp.
I snorted. He didn't even know what floor I worked on. I'd told him the building last night, but that was all.
Good.Can't wait to see you.
With that settled, I worked the rest of my shift, already trying to come up with an excuse for tomorrow morning as to why I wasn't going to show up at Mr. Kort's office tonight.
'I had a date' probably wouldn't go over so well. I'd just have to go with the tried and true; food poisoning. 'Sorry, I had the shits', was hard to argue with.
Nodding to myself, I tapped my feet, anxiously waiting for the day to end so I could finally see my mystery man face-to-face.
But to my chagrin, just as I was powering down my computer, my green tinted boss came sauntering down the carpet toward me. He stopped just behind me, clearly waiting, his smirk growing at the obvious distress on my face.
Shit!
Why the hell had he come here to collect me like I was some little kid who couldn't be trusted not to wander away.
“I know the way to your office,” I said through gritted teeth.
He shrugged.
“I know. I just thought I'd walk you.”
“I need a minute to collect my stuff...”
“I don't mind.”
My chest tightened with disappointment. I reached for my phone to text Sal. He was probably already here...
“Leave your phone,” Mr. Kort said. “You won’t need it.”
I could feel the eyes of the people around us, surreptitiously watching and listening.
I stood up slowly, feeling like I was walking into a trap.
He turned, leading the way but with each step, I grew more upset. I couldn't take this. Meeting Sal... it was important to me. More important than keeping this job. I could work at any company. I wasn't married to this one. Right?
He held open his office door, but my feet stuck to the carpet, and I couldn't bring myself to step inside.
“I told you I have plans.”
He pursed his lips, frowning, watching me intensely in a way I couldn't begin to read.
“Please,” he said gently and held the door open a bit wider.
Despite myself, I stepped inside.
He sighed in relief and gestured for me to take a seat, but I didn't move, crossing my arms over my chest.
“You can't just force me to stay late. I told you I have plans.”
He watched me for a long time, then I saw the moment something broke inside him and he nodded.
“Yes, Clay,” he agreed, “you made plans with me.”
“No.” I shook my head, frustrated. “I promised to meet someone else, right at five. I don't have time for this. Whatever you want can wait.”
“No one else is going to be waiting for you,” he said. “You promised to meet me.”
I rolled my eyes, irritated enough to pull my hair out.
“No! I have a date!”
“Clay!” Mr. Kort moaned. “You're killing me here!”
The abundant show of emotion caught me off guard. Especially when he suddenly came forward and took both of my hands in his own and looked me straight in the eyes, forcing me to see him. To understand.
“It's me,” he said. “Ona sal Kort, alien CEO with horns.”
The way he was looking at me. Like I was aboutto freak out or run was the only reason his words started to make sense. Only they didn't. They couldn't.
“No...” I breathed. “But?—”
Last night flew to the front of my mind and I clapped my hands to my mouth, staring at him.
He grimaced.
“I didn't know it was you right away, Clay,” he said sincerely. “I wanted to tell you straight away, I was just—I hope you'll give me a chance in person.”
“Wow... I'm so fucking stupid...”
He reached for me again, but I pulled out of his reach and unable to take another moment of this, I turned and ran.
There weren't many people still in the office and I took no notice of the ones I flew past as I rushed to the washroom like I was being chased.
The men's room was thankfully empty when I burst through the doors and went straight to the sink, gripping the cold ceramic and breathing hard.
The horns. The CEO. The view from his damn profile picture.
“Oh my god, Clay,” I said looking at myself. “You buffoon. ”
It wasn't like he'd even been hiding it.
Meanwhile, there I was going on about my boss being a hot asshole while I threw myself at him and begged to meet in person.
The panic, and fight-or-flight started to fade as I stood there, leaving only embarrassment in its wake.
I'd come in front of my boss, but... well, he'd given me the same show in return, and he'd known it was me.
Suddenly, instead of dwelling on my own idiocy, his words were coming back to me.
We'd had countless conversations getting to know each other. He told me early on that he felt like people had a hard time getting to know him, that he wasn't good at making connections. I felt a connection though.
If Mr. Kort— Sal was the man that I had been talking to then, I really had been wrong about him all along. He was stern, yeah, but there was so much more to him.
A tingle suddenly ran through my body.
I'd wanted to see Sal so badly, to hear his voice and see his handsome face.
He was right down the hall waiting for me, hoping that I was still interested.
He liked me. Even in person. Even with the attitude.
I bit my lip, different kinds of nerves lighting me up.
Perhaps this wasn't such a bad turn of events...