Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
W hen he’d invited her back to his place, it wasn’t with the intention of stripping her naked and fucking her with a vibrator. Oakley meant what he said to Clementine—he wanted to be with her, date her and everything in between. This was a sign of trust, an opening of a door and letting her see that he genuinely didn’t want to be her secret anymore.
Even with all the endorphins swirling around them, he couldn’t ignore the sting when she whipped out the toy. The day had felt like a nudge in the right direction, so being reminded that they were just having sex and exploring pleasure was a kick in the ass.
However, as his hips rocked slowly against hers, the only thing he could think about was how good it felt to make Clementine come earlier. The way her body responded to every touch and stroke, every thrust of the toy, every nip of her clit—she was the most responsive partner he’d had and that only made him want to do everything more.
With her thighs spread and legs circled around him, he was mesmerized and completely at her mercy as she moved against him. Her beautiful brown eyes blinked open and he knew one thing for certain: he would give up everything to keep this woman in his life.
Her fingers moved slowly through his hair and he sighed as the feeling of calm washed over him. Her touch slid down his nose and cheeks, following the shape of his mouth before she was cupping his jaw.
“I want us to try something,” she said softly. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. There were so few people he trusted and she was one of them.
“This might frustrate you, but I think we should give it a shot.”
His eyebrows dipped as she pushed him off her. “Can I change my answer?”
She rolled her eyes, the action both sexy and amusing as she slid out of bed. “Don’t move,” she said, walking completely naked to the bathroom. When she came back out, her hair was up in a messy bun and she had the vibrator in her hand. “May I use this on you?”
He looked between the toy and Clementine, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. He’d never tried it before, but he was open to everything at least once in his life.
“Yes.”
“If it feels weird or like too much, you tell me. And we stop.”
“I’m intrigued.”
He saw the hint of a smile as she climbed back into bed. Kneeling in front of him, she gestured to his underwear with the vibrator. “Strip and sit back.”
Oakley did as he was told, pushing his underwear off before settling against the headboard with his legs stretched out. Unlike Clementine’s bed, he didn’t have a mountain of pillows, but he made sure to tuck one behind him.
He was very aware of her nudity, of how much of her body was on display for him, but he always got lost in her face. When her eyes finally met his, he smirked and a blush spread over her cheeks. Because she was Clementine , so she also rewarded him with one of her signature eye rolls, this time accompanied by the faintest of smiles.
Should remember to add this into my notebook.
“I did some research,” she started and he nodded for her to continue. “The way a vibrator works for women, the stimulation on your dick can sometimes help with ejaculation.” She held up a hand when he opened his mouth and quickly added, “I’m not doing this for me. I see how frustrated you get every time your body shuts down, so I wanted to see if this might help.”
Oakley stared at her, unsure of how to react. In the time they’d been getting to know each other, he understood how much Clementine liked research. She put her love for research into helping him, making it impossible to not fall even harder. He knew that she was special and would change his life. This was beyond anything he could have imagined.
“I’m overstepping, right?” Her frown was so deep, he was afraid her face would get stuck like that.
“No,” he told her, brushing his thumb over her forehead to smooth the furrow. “I’m just processing that you took the time to do this. That you care enough to find ways to help me.”
“Of course I care. I’m not hanging out with you for shits and giggles.”
He smiled, swallowing hard to hide the fact that tears were threatening to spill over. “I’m willing to give this a shot.”
“But you have to promise me something.” She was firm, another wrinkle forming on her forehead.
“Anything.”
“Don’t shut me out if this doesn’t work.”
He nodded, but his gut said that he’d be miserable about this for days to come. If only I could come . All that aside, he was touched that she cared. He believed her when she said it wasn’t about her, it was about him. She had seen him go through the motions and he could only imagine what he looked like—angry, frustrated, standoffish.
“I stop when you say so,” she added and he nodded.
She moved closer, her legs brushing against his thighs. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth as her eyes flitted to his dick. Despite how nervous he was, he stayed steady when she turned the vibrator on. Even when she touched the vibrator to his dick and the first pulse raced up his spine.
When she shifted slightly and bent over, he followed the action. She kissed the tip of his cock and his mouth dropped open, a low moan falling out. One hand was wrapped around his base, the other brushed the vibrator gently along his length, all while she kissed and licked the tip. Swirling her tongue around the crown, she looked up at him through her eyelashes, making his heart stop.
My destruction is imminent and I welcome it.
Her mouth continued to tease the head of his cock while the hand around his base circled it slowly. She also made sure to keep stroking him with the vibrator. Every inch of his body was overwhelmed from all the sensations and he had to force himself to stay still. And breathe . Then she took just the tip into her mouth and sucked, running the toy around his base and his head fell back against the headboard.
“Fuck, baby, that’s good,” he groaned, wrapping a hand around her messy bun of hair.
She continued her movements and he breathed through it slowly. His balls were heavy and his head was spinning, but there was still something blocking him from letting go. Almost like she could feel his hesitation, her mouth vanished, cool air brushing against the wetness she’d left along the head of his cock.
“Oakley.” His eyes opened at her commanding tone to see her frowning. “Relax.”
He growled, because he was trying. Everything she was doing was exactly what he wanted. It was what his body needed and yet, his brain was stopping him from letting go.
“I don’t think this is working,” he said softly, eyes slipping shut again. The vibration stopped, all contact ceased. Only for a second before her hands were on his face, the warmth of her body pressed against his.
“What do you need?”
“I’ve got all that I need.” Clementine arched an eyebrow and he smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist. “We can try something else.”
“Yes,” she said, thumbs sliding back and forth across his cheeks.
“We need to lie down.”
Nodding, she slid off his lap, taking her warmth with her. She lay down, head at the edge of the bed and Oakley let himself stare at her a moment. He would never tire of the view. Moving over her, he resumed his earlier position—elbows resting on either side of her head, hips nestled between her thighs and cock pressed against her pussy. The difference now was that there was nothing between them.
Her eyes widened a fraction and he quickly said, “We’re not ready for that.”
She’d already told him as much, but he also wanted to be in better control of his body before he fucked her.
With their gazes locked, he rocked his hips forward and her eyes fluttered. With every forward shift of his hips, her body responded and her head tipped back, exposing her throat. He dropped his mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin as he continued to rub against her. He increased the pressure slightly, his cock fitting perfectly into the cleft of her pussy and she gasped loudly, growing wet against him.
“Jesus,” he growled. He dragged his mouth up her neck and nipped at her earlobe, his hips hungrily moving against hers. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you, chef?”
She moaned, legs hitching higher up his sides. He pulled back slightly and her eyes popped open. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she muttered. Her hands moved down his back to his ass and she pulled him roughly against her, both of them moaning at the contact.
He was at the edge again, sparks shooting up his spine reminding him that he was right there . Oakley growled at the way his body started to shut down, then felt Clementine’s mouth on his jaw and her hands on his ass. Shaking off all thoughts that usually surfaced at this moment, he focused on the feeling of her .
She whimpered, grabbing his face so they were looking at each other. “Don’t hold back.”
“Are you sure?”
“ Yes . More dirty talk, more of that cock inching closer to being inside me.”
His breath caught in his throat at the low growl in her voice, the rawness in the words.
“Hold on,” he warned and her eyes lit up, arms coming around his neck. “Watch me, chef.”
She started to roll her eyes when he smirked and pushed his hips hard against hers, and then her eyes were rolling back into her head. A soft gasp fell from her lips and she tightened her arms and legs around him. He thrust against her hard and fast, his eyes fixed on a bead of sweat rolling down her neck and settling in the little dip at the base of her throat.
A tingle ran up his spine again and he groaned; his whole body felt like it was on fire. His thrusts turned erratic and she arched up, breasts pushed against his chest and soft stomach quivering under him. She let out a gasping moan and he felt her wetness spread over his cock as he continued to rub against her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders and he growled, “Look at you, drenching me twice in one night. Greedy, aren’t you?”
The way her eyes darkened told him that as much as she didn’t like giving up control, she secretly enjoyed what he was doing to her. She swept her tongue along her upper lip and thrust up against him. He grunted at the action and narrowed his eyes at her. Without breaking eye contact, she slipped a hand between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around him. He groaned, head dropping into the crook of her neck, thrusting into her hand.
He was so close, his body shuddering as it battled letting go and holding back. Her hands were determined and he loved her for it. Stroking him from root to tip, she squeezed and fire raced up his spine.
“Fuck…baby, I…” he forced the words out, because he was so close.
She didn’t let up, lips at his jaw. “I’ve got you, Oakley. Let go .”
He gasped against her skin, shuddered and came so hard, fireworks replaced his vision. Through the fog in his head, Oakley felt his release spread between them. As his body settled and calmed down, he felt a sob break through. The sound startled both of them, but as he released years of pent up frustration, Clementine’s hold tightened. The tears flowed, soaking her neck and shoulder, down to the sheets below them. She never let go. Her hands moved over his body, keeping him grounded, while her lips brushed kisses over every part of him she could reach.
He didn’t know how long they lay there, bodies sticky thanks to his cum, but he felt safe and content. It took a lot of effort for him to roll off her, but even then, she didn’t let him go. They lay side by side—Oakley on his back and Clementine facing him—in silence for a long time. It was only when he heard scraping against the bedroom door that he realized Gracie was probably worried.
“Shit,” he stumbled out of bed, unsteady on his feet. Grabbed his underwear and pulled the door open. Gracie barked, twisting around his feet. “I’m sorry, girl. I’m okay,” he told his dog, kneeling so he could ruffle her fur and kiss the top of her head. Gracie set her paws on his thigh and examined him, licking his face and probably tasting his tears. She whined and he smiled, kissing her head again. “I’m okay.” Gracie seemed to believe him and after one more lick, hopped down and trotted away.
His heart was still racing as he closed the door and turned to the bed. Clementine was lying on her back, head tipped to the side and fingers moving through the mess on her stomach. His breath stalled at the sight, watching the woman who had helped him get past his block, play with his cum.
“Fucking hell, Clem,” he breathed out, walking towards her.
She tilted her head back, eyes meeting his, as she lifted her cum-coated hand to her mouth. “You marked me up,” she whispered and then slid her fingers past her pink lips.
“Baby…” he had to admit that watching her touch herself while covered in him was way hotter than he imagined. When she slipped her other hand, fingertips dipped in cum, between her legs and squeezed her thighs, Oakley growled. His cock, which had been flaccid seconds ago, was twitching again. “Where do you learn this stuff?”
“Told you, research .”
“You sound drunk.”
Her beautiful mouth stretched into a smile that knocked him out. “Drunk on you, Oak.”
Breathing slowly, he held a hand out and returned the smile. “Come on, sweetheart. Shower with me.”
“How do you feel?” she asked, fingers running through her wet hair as she leaned against the wall.
Oakley shrugged, letting the hot water crash into his back as he watched her. Even drunk on him and high from multiple orgasms, she had stepped under the shower while he adjusted the temperature and washed herself. Now, she was relaxing, her beautiful body wet and on display. He forgot what an orgasm with someone else could feel like, what tipping over the edge would do to his mind and body. He felt so much. He’d never allowed himself to be this vulnerable and exposed with anyone before. She had found a way to change that.
Her eyebrows dipped slightly as she stepped towards him. “Are you okay?”
I’m more than okay. I’m stupidly in love with you, chef. I’m desperately hoping you’d want to be with me forever, that this thing isn’t one-sided and you feel what I feel. That you want what I want.
Instead of blurting out his feelings, he nodded. “I’m great. Thank you for today.”
She stepped into him, hands winding around his neck. “Thank you , Oakley. It was an honor to be there with you.”
“I’m embarrassed for another reason now,” he mumbled, resting his forehead against hers.
“I think it’s pretty fucking sexy when someone is so attune with their emotions that they let go.”
He nodded slowly, hands sliding down her body. He was a crier by nature—every therapy session when he was in rehab, the first few sessions after he got out, Super Bowl commercials, rom-coms—but he’d never cried during sex and never with someone he loved.
“I take that back, then.”
She stretched up to kiss him and he slid a hand to her ass, pulling her flush against him as their lips parted. Licking into her mouth, he twisted her wet hair around his hand and tugged her head back. The kiss broke on a gasp and he swiped his tongue along her jawline, then down to her exposed neck. Her hands gripped him harder, nails definitely leaving a mark as he kissed along the soft taut skin. The hickey he’d left earlier was starting to appear and he smiled, a weird sense of pride at knowing he’d really marked her. But that didn’t stop him from sucking on her throat a little lower.
Even if nobody saw the marks, he would. He’d remember how he made her his.
She whimpered, rubbing herself against him and Oakley groaned. He was hard again and all he had to do was hitch one leg up to bury himself deep inside her. That evening had been a revelation, but that didn’t mean they were ready to jump into more. Even if they rubbed up against each other, he worried that they would do something in the heat of the moment. The last thing he wanted was to see fear in Clementine’s eyes again.
Her hands slid over his wet torso, slowly and torturously. “Tonight was great.”
“Every day with you is the best. My favorite kind of treat,” he mumbled and then covered her mouth with his again. She pinched his stomach and he pulled away with a chuckle. “Violent treat.”
She snorted and stepped out of his arms, squeezing out her hair. He watched as water clung to all his favorite parts of her—nipples, stomach rolls and the dip between her thighs. He turned off the water and followed her out of the shower, both of them taking their time to dry themselves off. Once she was done, she walked out of the bathroom, but he stayed and stared at himself in the mirror for a minute. His eyes were clearer than usual and he could see the lightness in his shoulders. Shaking his head, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out to find Clementine in one of his shirts.
She turned to him and stretched her arms out. “What do you think?”
“Too big,” he responded, smiling at the heather gray shirt that fell mid-thigh, clinging to her damp skin. “I’ve got smaller ones in there.”
She rolled her eyes and twisted her damp hair into a bun on top of her head. With her arms raised, his gaze trailed over her bare legs and he smiled when he saw the shadow of her pussy.
“Don’t get any ideas,” she told him, wagging a finger. “I’m going to raid your fridge and you’re going to put on clothes so we can eat, because I’m starving .”
“Me too, baby. Me too,” he mumbled, eyes still moving all over her. God, she was the best thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Another eye roll and she was walking out of the bedroom, leaving him there smiling like an idiot.