Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
A s she stripped, Clementine thought about what he’d said. She wasn’t na?ve enough to think that only women were survivors of sexual assault, but she’d never met a man who had been hurt that way. The tension in Oakley’s shoulders and the shaky timbre of his voice as he spoke had been hard. Given that her sexual experiences had been so long ago, she didn’t know if her orgasms were going to be easy either. What she struggled with wasn’t the same as what Oakley did. She hoped, through all of their strings attached fun, they would find a way to enjoy sex and pleasure together.
It was only when he stood up that she snapped back to attention. She was very aware of how he was looking at her—Oakley was admiring her. When was the last time someone even looked at her with that much longing? He wasn’t staring at all the parts people usually did. His eyes made a journey from the top of her head all the way down to the socks she’d forgotten to remove during her striptease. She was confident in her own skin and knew she had a great body, so having someone look at her that way was always a good ego boost.
When their eyes met, she smiled and gestured to his last remaining article of clothing. “Only if you’re absolutely sure.”
“I mean, it’s a regular dick.”
“Never seen a regular dick before.”
His eyes widened briefly and she shrugged. Clementine had never seen a penis in real life. Only the ones in porn—well-endowed men who knew how to move their hips a certain way and could go for hours . Those penises were also often thick and long, pink at the tip and almost angry. Sure, they could bring their costars to orgasms in seconds, but what was it about the male organ that got people hyped up? They weren’t attractive at all. She’d even seen her fair share of vaginas and if you asked her, she had zero positive feelings about them too. Visually anyway. They were beautiful in their purpose and the magic they made her feel.
So when he finally pushed off his underwear and stood up, she allowed herself a moment to admire him. He clenched his fists at his sides, like he was tempted to cover up, but she continued to stare. His cock was semi-hard and twitched slightly under her gaze. She bit her bottom lip and tilted her head, silently admitting that his dick was actually pretty nice looking. A vein ran along the underside and she was certain that it was pulsing, just like the flutter in her core.
“Nice,” she said.
Oakley snorted. “That is exactly what every guy wants to hear when a woman looks at his dick.”
“What else would you like me to say?”
He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Something other than nice?”
“I don’t have a lot of penises to compare it to, unless you want me to talk to you about the ones I’ve seen in porn.”
“Nope, nice works.”
“How about handsome?” She pressed her lips together at his groan.
“Get into bed. Please .”
She nodded and he pulled the covers back. Her mouth watered as the muscles in his thighs and ass flexed when he bent over slightly to adjust the pillows. The human form was a treat for the eyes and Oakley was becoming one of her favorite things to look at.
When he climbed into bed and wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, she trembled. Biting her lip, Clementine climbed into bed and crawled, stopping when she was kneeling in front of him. His jaw was flexed tight and he was breathing noisily through his nose.
“The fact that you don’t know how fucking sexy you are shouldn’t surprise me. But baby, if you crawl like that to me again, I might implode.”
“Did I get you all hot and bothered, Oak?”
“Always.”
Being confident in her body and knowing her worth was one thing, but having someone be that earnest about their physical reaction and feelings for her? That was unexpected. She stayed on her knees, watching him watch her, because it felt good to know that she had this kind of control over the man. He licked his lips and lifted his gaze to hers, and she was taken aback by the unfiltered lust in his eyes. Her heart was racing and she suddenly felt short of breath.
“Get a little closer,” he mumbled. “Are you comfortable like that?”
“I thought men liked it when women were on their knees.”
He groaned, dragging his free hand over his face. “Clem…Jesus, sometimes the things that you say.”
“I might not have a lot of experience, but I know what people want. Or at least what romance novels think they want.”
“What do those books say we want?”
“Mad, passionate fucking with lots of oral sex. Lots of really big dicks too. I don’t get it, why do women want to feel like they’re being ripped apart by twelve inches?”
His head dropped forward as he laughed, the sound so beautiful. She was glad that her rambling when unsure of what to do was amusing him.
“You’re trouble, chef.”
She lifted a shoulder in a shrug, still on her knees because this was new for her. What was she expected to do? Except when Oakley dragged his hand up his dick, her thighs clenched. The warmth had shifted to a wetness in her core and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep back the sound that was building in her chest. She watched intently as his dick thickened, the vein was now definitely pulsing. A shudder shot through her and she shifted on the bed to stave off the sparks running up and down her spine.
“May I?” The words spilled out of her and his hand stilled.
“I thought I was teaching you how to masturbate?”
“I want to know what you feel like.”
“Okay,” he said softly.
Clementine put her hand in his extended one and let him guide her fingers around his shaft. She felt him twitch against her palm, the heat of him seeping into her skin. She wrapped her hand around him fully and he made a sound in the back of his throat that echoed through her bedroom. With her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, she scooted forward until she was close enough to see the dark flecks of green in his eyes. Slowly, she dragged her hand down his length until her fist bumped against his.
Their eyes met briefly as she twisted her hand and slid it back up before pulling away. “How often do you do this?”
“Every night.”
“While you think about me.”
“Yes,” he whispered. “Does that bother you?”
She shook her head, because she was flattered. The idea that this man thought about her while he got himself off, that he was turned on by her…it was all so much more than she expected. “I like that you think of me,” she said instead.
“It’ll only be you for a while.”
She couldn’t help the eye roll that followed, or the way her body shuddered when he laughed. He was so… perfect . Despite her best efforts, he had wormed his way into her life.
“My turn?”
Oakley hummed and she shifted onto her ass, stretching her legs over his and scooted forward. His eyes were fixed on the spot between her thighs, his hand still moving along his dick. She had looked at her vagina a few times in the past, but she didn’t know what had changed in the last few years. Judging by the way he was staring, she would safely assume that he liked what he saw.
“I uh…I’m assuming you know how your pussy works.”
Her body clenched at the casual way he said pussy , but nodded. While he watched, she touched each part and named it. When she was done, his eyes danced with amusement.
“What?”
“I love that you know the scientific term for everything.”
“I may not touch myself, that doesn’t mean I don’t know what my body is like.”
He was still smiling as he said, “May I touch you?”
“I’d honestly like that a lot.” Even though she tried not to, sarcasm slipped into her tone.
“How are you like this even when you’re naked?”
“This is who I am, can’t undo the magic.”
Oakley chuckled and shook his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I like this magic too much.”
His hands slid up her legs, one finger tracing a bruise on her thigh before she was being yanked forward. Clementine gasped and grabbed his arms to ready herself.
“Sorry.”
“Didn’t know I’d like being manhandled.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Would you like me to keep doing it?”
“Yes, please.”
“Anything you want,” he said softly. She nodded, nervous all of a sudden, which he caught. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. I’ll touch you enough for the both of us.”
She gazed into his eyes. “There has to be a reason why people like doing this.”
“Pleasure, baby. It’s all about the pleasure.”
“Show me pleasure, Oakley.”
He stared at her a long moment, then crushed his mouth against hers. She moaned at the force with which he kissed, but relented and parted her lips. Tongues stroked and danced, giving her the kind of buzz she was used to. Gently breaking away from the kiss, she inhaled sharply and he grumbled.
“You’re fucking distracting, chef.”
She didn’t always like it when her staff called her chef . But when Oakley did it, in moments like this or when he was trying to annoy her, she loved it.
“I’m not even doing anything,” she countered with a scowl.
He smiled, fingers tap dancing along her legs. “May I touch you?”
“Consider this my blanket approval for all touching, kissing, grabbing and manhandling for the foreseeable future.”
“You have no fucking idea what you’ve unleashed,” he mumbled.
She flashed him what she hoped was a naughty smirk. “I can’t wait to find out.”
He matched her smirk and slid his hands along her inner thighs, stopping right where she was aching for him. She didn’t realize how desperate she was for his touch until he was that close. Clementine started to protest about the teasing when he pressed his fingers against her seam. Her hips jolted and she dug her fingers harder into his biceps, even though she forgot she was holding him.
“Relax for me, Clem,” he whispered and she forced her body to unclench. His fingers rubbed the slit, spreading around her pussy as he teased her. She bit her lip and watched him through hooded eyes, pleasure sparking everywhere. Then slowly, he slid into her. Her eyes slipped shut and head rolled to the side. “So fucking wet.” The words sounded distant, until he pushed his fingers deeper. She groaned loudly and squeezed his arm, eyes open to watch where his index and middle finger vanished inside her.
“ Fuck , that’s good.”
He pulled his hand away and she whined, hips sliding forward, like that would draw him back. He laughed before pushing back inside her. While being touched in usual situations never appealed to her, this kind of touching was her favorite. Oakley’s fingers? Perfection.
“You too, Clem.”
“Me too…what?” she asked, aware of how drunk she sounded.
“Slide a finger in.”
Clementine stared at him a moment and shook her head. “I don’t think it’ll work.” Or fit .
“It’ll work. Trust me.”
Still worrying her bottom lip, she shook out her hand. His fingers suddenly moved, brushing against her walls and she trembled. Swallowing, Clementine touched herself and clenched at the contact. She heard him groan, but didn’t take her eyes off what she was doing. With every brush of her finger, goosebumps spread across her skin, but she pushed the digit further. Another shudder ran through her and she yanked her finger out.
“Whoa, hey.” His voice was soft as he pulled out of her. “It’s okay.”
Frowning at how silly she was being about touching herself, she sighed. “It just felt…too much.”
“Yeah, that can happen. We don’t have to.”
She shook her head. “I want to.”
“Clem,” he whispered her name and she looked at him, his beautiful smile settled her. “Just relax into it, okay? Don’t overthink it.”
She rolled her eyes and he laughed. “Again.”
“Do what I do, okay?”
With a nod, she watched as he pushed his fingers back inside her. It sent the most delicious shot of pleasure through her body and Clementine leaned forward with a soft moan. She licked her lips and steadied herself before repeating what she did before. When her finger brushed against his, a whimper escaped her lips. It was too much, but it also felt so good. She could barely keep her eyes open as she pushed deeper.
“Just like that, baby,” Oakley whispered and his finger brushed against hers, which made her body sway slightly. “Can you feel me?”
“I only feel you.” He was everywhere—the ocean scent of him, his heat, firmness of his body and his fingers deep inside her.
It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she let the knuckles of the hand inside her rest against his palm. When his fingers moved, a tremor ran through her and Clementine’s eyes slipped shut. She followed his movements, every shift pushing her closer to the edge. His finger curled and she did the same, her eyes opening to notice the darker shade of his. When he pumped his fingers, she hesitated and then did the same. Her head fell back as her walls pulsed, tip of her finger grazing the soft skin. Even though others had done this for her before, in that moment, her brain was completely empty. She could only focus on Oakley and the pleasure zipping through her.
“Fuck yourself with our fingers,” he commanded, his free hand coming up to cradle the back of her head. She swallowed a moan and eyes fluttered as their fingers slid deeper into her. Distantly, she knew she was making a mess of her sheets, but that was the least important thing right then. Oakley’s fingers threaded into her hair and she leaned in to press her mouth to his. He kissed her back, their lips parting and tongues searching. He twisted his finger inside her and she gasped into the kiss, doing the same thing. Then he pulled away, leaving her empty.
When she whined, he said, “Add another finger.”
Releasing a shaky sigh, she slipped her middle finger in as well and hummed in approval. She heard a sucking sound and looked up as Oakley slipped the fingers that had been inside her out of his mouth. The corner of his lips tipped up in a smile and she whimpered. All the while, she pumped and curled her fingers, doing what he had told her.
“Your clit needs attention too,” he instructed, using the wet finger to touch the soft bundle of nerves. She hadn’t been fully prepared for the sensation that ran through her body. She moaned, head falling back as he continued to tease her clit. All other sounds and feelings ceased to exist as he added a little more pressure to the bundle and when the movement of her hand slowed, he pinched her clit. She cried out and tipped forward as her pussy clenched, soaking her fingers as she came.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted slightly breathless as she leaned against him. “Holy shit, that was…”
Feeling loose and jelly-like, she swayed and pulled her fingers out. She opened her eyes and was greeted by his twitching dick. It was handsome up close.
“What about you?”
“I’ll be fine.” He didn’t sound fine, he sounded strained.
“Can I help?”
He hesitated for a long moment and nodded. “Use the hand that was inside you. Think of it like lube.”
She dragged her wet fingers along his exposed cock. Oakley groaned, head tipped back against the headboard. She repeated that a few times before wrapping her hand around him and pumped it up and down his dick. She watched him, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, the inviting expanse of his throat. She wanted to sink her teeth into the soft skin and lick along the side of his neck.
“Tighten your grip,” he forced out and she squeezed her fingers around him gently. His cock was hot and heavy in her hand, but it felt so good, She never wanted to stop touching him. He wrapped his hand around his base and they moved in tandem, Oakley moaning with every slide.
On an upward stroke, she brushed her thumb back and forth over the tip of his cock and his hips jerked. She did it again and he groaned loudly, the sound echoing through the room. When she swiped her thumb again, he went still for a few seconds. His eyes slowly blinked open and she saw regret in his eyes.
“Did that feel good?”
“Better than good,” he told her.
“It felt good for me too.”
He still looked unhappy and she couldn’t even begin to understand his frustration. She pulled her hand away and leaned in to press her forehead to his. “Thank you.”
Oakley tilted his head and bumped his nose against hers. “You’ll be a super masturbator before you know it.”
“Would that make me a master bator?”
He pulled back and Clementine bit her bottom lip to hide her smile. “You’re lucky you’re cute, because that was terrible .”
“I’m quite proud of it,” she countered and leaned in to kiss him, lips curving into a smile.