Chapter 26 – Clay
Her cheeks flush as we head down the hallway. The staff are gathered in the main living area, watching a new movie we rented and generally exhausted from their shift last night, so I know that we’re safe and hidden in this corner of the station near the metal fireman’s pole.
“Are you expecting a strip tease?” she asks, her hands grip the cool rod as she twirls around it gently.
“Though I’d love that, I have something more pleasurable for you in mind.
Grab onto the pole, arch your back and stick your ass up.
” I've missed her. There's no time for pleasantries until I'm sinking inside of her again. Her lips part slightly with a gasp, but she does as she’s told, gripping the pole and shifting her hips up and back until they are right in front of me.
My hands trail down her, pressing gently until they meet the hem line of her dress. I flip it up, finding nothing but a flimsy, black thong underneath.
“So pretty like this,” I murmur, enjoying the view of her tan lined cheeks and massaging them gently. My fingers reach around, dipping inside the front of the thong and finding her clit, swirling that hardened nub, then sliding inside of her already slick pussy.
Her hips move backward instinctively, bucking into my hand as she squirms while I fit a second inside, feeling her wetness drip down towards my wrist.
“You’re so receptive to my touch, I think I could get you to come just like this if I wanted to.”
“Yes…” she hisses, moving gently back into me.
“But I don’t want to.”
I remove my hand as she whines, then carefully unzip and remove the dress from her body until she’s in nothing but a black lacy bra and underwear. She's still gripping the pole and bent over, panting and eager.
“Damn, this is a vision. Wish you could see yourself like I do.”
She smiles and shoots a wink over her shoulder with a wide grin. I reach forward, twisting the clasp of her bra and allowing it to drop from her body. Her nipples pebble into two firm peaks sandwiched around the pole as she gasps.
I reach into the pile of supplies I’ve gathered in our corner of the station and retrieve an ice cube. I gently lift it to her back between her shoulder blades and watch as the water melts and drips slowly down her bare skin.
“Ooh… that’s cold.”
Goose bumps pebble over her skin while I watch while the droplets trickle lower, catching at the top of her crack and stopping on the fabric of her thong.
“Where is everyone?” she asks breathlessly as her grip tightens.
“Watching a movie.”
She nods.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let anyone see you like this. This is for my eyes only.”
She moans as I move the ice cube around to her front, slipping it into her panties and running it over her clit and across her opening.
“Oh, shit,” she groans, her hips buck forward into the pole, and I watch as the sharp points of her nipples harden further.
I remove the ice cube and reach back, dropping her thong from her waist so that she’s completely exposed to me now.
I pop open the seal on the olive oil, pour some into my hand and drop it down into the top of her crack, watching as the warm, golden liquid slides through her two round globes, coating her puckered hole and dripping on to the floor.
“I plan on taking this someday soon,” I murmur, smearing the mess across her opening and watching as she clenches down. “But not until you’re ready.”
Her breathing is labored as she looks over her shoulder at me. “I think I’d like that. I think I’d like to do everything with you.”
My heart squeezes at her honesty while I massage the oil into her cheeks and back to her rim, slipping one digit just past the nail inside easily as she lets out a moan.
“Good girl. You like that, don't you?”
She nods her head eagerly.
I reach my other hand around, playing with her clit.
My cock is painfully hard in my sweatpants and desperate to be unleashed now.
I reach down, pushing the clothing from my hips and lining the tip of my cock at her opening.
I know I can’t, she isn’t on birth control, but damn if I don’t want to shove myself inside there bare right now.
“Let me feel you raw,” she begs.
“It’s not safe, Maggie.”
She moans again, pushing back into the crown of me that’s aimed at her slit. Her wetness mixed with the oil causes it to glide in an inch easily.
“Fuck me.”
“Just a quick dip,” she moans as I pull back, not trusting myself with even that.
I sigh, my finger at her other hole moves gently again, down to the knuckle. She clenches and moans loudly and just like that, the last shred of my control disappears.
“Just once, then I’m putting on a condom,” I tell her firmly.
She nods as she grips the pole tighter, I notch my crown at her opening and gently push inside.
Damn it.
She’s so warm, slick and tight. Her pussy clenches down, taking me easily now while my fingers work her other hole. Together, we’re a hot, wet and slippery mess. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t hold back pumping a few times, she feels too damn good.
I pull out completely and slam back into her harder until I'm buried to the root.
“Clay...” she moans, “That feels so good. I feel like I can feel every inch of you inside of me.”
“Shit...” It does feel good. Way too, dangerously good.
I pull out, slamming in once more as I feel her shudder and clench again.
She’s squeezing and I know I’m playing with fire and need to stop.
I set my jaw, mustering every last bit of restraint inside of me and then pull all of the way out.
I look down at my uncovered cock, her juices dripping from the tip and that might be the best fucking thing I've ever seen.
“Fuck me you’re going to kill me with this sweet cunt,” I grumble, reaching down and grabbing a condom from my pants and then rolling it snuggly down my length. A necessary, but painful action.
Without hesitation or warning, I’m back inside of her, this time safely.
She grips the pole tighter as she braces herself from my punishing thrusts. One hand still works her puckered hole full of the olive oil, while the other grabs the electronic toothbrush from the floor, reaches around and presses it against her clit before I flick it on.
“Oh, oh…Clay,” she cries out.
“Does that feel good, Mags?” I ask as I watch her coming undone from the vibrations and my touch. Her legs shake with pleasure as she nods her head eagerly.
“It feels sooo good Clay. Move faster, please.”
I move, picking up my pace with my thrusts, turning up the speed on the toothbrush, and removing my fingers from her other hole so I can hold her hips in place.
I can’t stop staring between us, the way she’s stretched all around me as I take her so perfectly.
I reflect on all the ways Maggie has opened herself up to me and feel a fervent desire to express that I want this to be real, not just a facade.
But every time I do, I hesitate—she’s young, and my confession might overwhelm her.
“Clay,” she’s breathless now as she tosses her hair over her shoulder, looking like a fucking beautiful, torturous mess that’s been created just for me to care for, to protect and to love and I intend on doing exactly that for as long as she’ll let me.
“Clay!” she cries out, and I feel her orgasm hit. She’s shuddering, clenching and shaking while I hold her tight.
I’d been on the precept of coming ever since I slid inside of her raw, holding out painfully, but as soon as I feel her body start to contract, I let go, burying myself deeply inside and unleashing.
Once I know she’s satisfied, I pull out carefully and flip her around, holding her firmly against my chest.
She’s panting, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm as I kiss her damp cheeks, her chin, her lips, murmuring praises about how amazing she was, because she is.
“How did that feel?” I ask.
Her doe brown eyes turn up to meet mine in raptured awe. “I think I’d like to have every first with you all over again, Clay.”
And my heart splinters and breaks because I know I’d like that too. And I’m not just referring to sexual things.
First love.
First engagement.
First marriage.
First baby.
But I can’t rush things, so I stay silent, focusing on cleaning her up with the napkins I've brought instead.
I need to take it slow and show her that I’m here for the long haul. I have to get through this wedding weekend with my ex, and then I’ll demonstrate why every first with me outside of the sexual is exactly what she truly needs...