Chapter 19
Road
“I found out what your secret weapon is,” I say, grinning at Clyde as I shove the bathroom door shut with my foot.
It’s odd being in Clyde’s space. Not the hideout in the woods but in the place where he sleeps, where his real life happens. And while I’m an intruder and arrived uninvited, he is not making me leave. Not yet.
Maybe he’s as brainlessly horny as me. I’d like to think I’m the object of desire as intense as mine for him.
The strange thing about Clyde’s attraction to me is that it feels so honest. I know he must really like my body if he’s willing to overlook our animosity to fuck me.
“What is it?” Clyde smirks, surely ready for something dirty to come out of my mouth. He kicks his jeans to the corner, and leans back against the black tiles, naked and oh so beautiful.
I can’t get enough of him. Not just his body but the man too. Was he ever just a body, after the first time he brought me to his secret shed by the lake? I know we agreed on being just that—each other’s outlets for sex—but fuck that agreement. I see how he tries to hold back a smile when I whisper filth into his ear, I know he always adds cayenne pepper to his meat rub, and that he’s sentimental about chickens because his mom used to keep them. Once you see the person inside the body, how can you unsee them ?
I glance his way and tap my belt buckle. If he wants what’s in my boxer shorts, he should work for it.
“That scent of a ‘campfire out in the wild west’. Smoke. Peppercorns. And whiskey. And wood,” I say and gesture toward the hair oil—yes, hair oil —on the sink. A quick snoop through his bathroom earlier revealed that he has a favorite brand, one of those that market themselves with images of men spending time outdoors, with buddies they definitely don’t fuck yet for whom they want to smell and look their best.
His eyes widen, lips part, and he flushes so rapidly I can’t help but think he’s cute , even if he’s a grown-ass man with stubble and a black eye.
“You really had to snoop through everything?” he grumbles like it’s embarrassing that he takes good care of himself. “I just like it, okay?”
“Oh, I like it too,” I say and rest my hands on the wall, framing his head. Satisfaction blooms in my chest when his pupils widen. And then, his fingers roam my chest, descending to the belt still locking away his favorite toy.
“I don’t talk about it, because my brothers prefer to smell like hair grease and the barbecue sauce that dropped on their shirt. Maybe I’m just vain.” He sighs and gives me a kiss as he opens my belt. The clink it makes when I’m in Clyde’s proximity is already making me hard. When he tugs on the zipper and the pressure against my cock becomes more bearable, the world blurs while Clyde’s face and his hot body, remain razor-sharp.
“Oh I know. They’re like a herd of goats. But not you. You are fucking delicious,” I rasp and press my tongue to the side of his neck. If he intended to defend the scum he calls brothers, his words come out as a choked groan as I sense his pulse quicken beneath my lips.
One hand on my hip, he slides the other into my boxers as he turns to lick the side of my ear. I worried that the scarring from the burn might be a turn off, but since he realized that patch of skin is more ticklish, he won’t stop teasing me there.
“I noticed you often smell my hair.”
I chuckle and shove my pants down while he rubs my erection, eyes fixed on mine. Fuck, I could get off on just that—him stroking me while his breath teases my lips and his eyes pin me to the wall.
“Well, now that I get to touch it, it doesn’t seem as impractical anymore.”
His fingers still petting my cock, he reaches to his nape and releases the blond cascade from the ponytail. “It has a very practical reason of driving men like you mad. ”
I stall. I know I’m the only man he’s been with, but that doesn’t make the pang inside me any less intense. “ Men ? As in, more than one?” I ask and lean closer, my hand gathering his balls.
Clyde licks my lips. “Don’t worry, babe, I just want them looking.”
Babe?
Babe ?
A chuckle leaves my lips as I lean back, moving my fingers up, to close them around Clyde’s hard erection. “Did you just use a pet name? I’m no longer a fuck puppet, but babe ?” I ask, joking to cover for the weird tightness in my chest. ‘Babe’ feels like something you’d call your boyfriend, not just some guy you’re fucking.
I press a closed-mouthed kiss to his lips and flatten my hand, rubbing his dick until he stiffens, shuddering between me and the wall.
“Asshole, that’s what you are.” Clyde groans, yet never lets go of my cock, as if petting it is far too important to stop. “It just slipped out.” He looks away, and turns on the water, but I’m sure that’s a distraction.
Still, it’s almost too cold, and I have to let him go to drag my pants and underwear off before my wallet and phone can get wet. The bundle of cotton, denim, and leather flies out of the stall, leaving me as naked as Clyde is.
“Yeah, your soft side slipped out,” I point out and suck in the flesh at the base of his neck, already rolling my hips against his abdomen, grabbing his arms, pushing my knee between his thighs. He opens them for me so naturally, I’m sure he’ll let me inside one day. Whatever’s holding him back, needs patience. In the meanwhile, I’m getting the best head of my life, so I can’t complain.
A moan falls from his lips and he presses his hot body against me under the water. “Feel my cock and abs? I don’t have a soft side.”
I nod. “Your hair, and your skin, and oh, this?” I ask, giving his buttock a squeeze that sends him to his toes. “No give. Would never want to use it as a pillow.”
I love his laugh. Just as much as his hand always finding its way to my cock. “You’re lucky you’re so hot, because otherwise, I’d be reconsidering your stay after that comment.”
His words are like sunshine reaching even the darkest places inside me. I’ve been called attractive many times, but it hits different coming from a guy. I can’t keep myself from smiling when I reach for the shower gel mounted on the side of the stall .
“What was that? You want me to stay the night?”
He stalls, as does my heart, but his eyes soften and he gives me another kiss. “Yeah. Will you stay the night?”
I expected him to joke about it, as he often does. Roll his eyes and say something like ‘since it’s already late’, or ‘on the couch’. Yet he’s so earnest it makes me melt. My cock is no softer than before though as I grind it against his stomach.
I press my forehead to his, and my palms, slick with the shower gel that smells like indulgent evenings at a cabin deep in the woods, move across his chest, then to his sides, holding him as I inhale his warm breath in the artificial rain.
It would be safer to turn this into a joke, but being here feels good. I like being welcome.
“I want to stay. I will,” I tell him, so close I can only see his blue eyes, in frames of golden lashes, and the pores in the soft skin around them.
Clyde closes his eyes and leans in for a kiss. It’s deeper this time, more needy, full of affection for my tongue. Maybe it’s the steam or the hot water, or the way he closes his eyes, but I’m both horny and relaxed at the same time.
He gets some shower gel as well, but doesn’t bother with my chest, going straight back in for my cock. The stroking is faster now thanks to the easy glide. I’ll smell of him after this in a whole new way. Not of his sweat or cum, but of the soap he uses. I hope it stays with me long after I leave tomorrow.
While we have dozed off together on a blanket a few times after a fuck, we’ve never spent the night together before. A primal part of me wants to make sure I leave a mark on his space as well. I could leave behind my top and imagine Clyde sleeping in it instead of throwing it away. Or, I could take something of his and keep it in secret.
A moan leaves my lips, muffled by his eager mouth. I shiver every time my tongue slides against his, as if fireworks are going off inside my mouth and sending sparks all the way down. I grab his erection too, rubbing it with my soapy hand. But with the water flowing, I soon find myself following a fat drop off Clyde’s chin, onto his chest.
His whole body is a work of art. If he were a motorcycle, he’d be one I couldn’t afford. I’d just have to take it. I’d always thought Clyde was a smug asshole who got everything served to him on a silver platter, but when I trail my tongue over his skin, I can’t help feeling that he does deserve it all. When he’s no longer punching me for looking at him the wrong way, I want to worship every muscle in his strong body. Access to him is what fuels me every day since he said those fateful words in the burning warehouse. So I taste his pecs and roll my tongue against his nipple while I slowly move my hand over his hard dick. I can taste the aromas of his shower gel, and while I’m certain there was not a drop of real whiskey in the soap, my brain blurs, as if I’m getting drunk.
Clyde lets go of my shaft when I twist my body to kiss his chest with more ease, and his hands roll up my flanks, finding their goal on my head. Fuck, how I love it when he strokes my nearly bare scalp, teasing the unprotected skin. He has no idea what effect this has on me.
“I love it so short on you,” he mutters. “So fucking butch.”
A shiver goes down my back. He doesn’t have to compliment me. We’d fuck anyway, yet he wants me to feel good, wants me to know what he likes. I’m dying to understand him inside out. Every fantasy he has, I want to fulfill. I hope one of them is me on top of him, balls-deep inside that gorgeous dimpled ass.
I laugh and find the scar that wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for me. It’s mended well, and the surgeon who closed it did a good job, but I’m still a bit sentimental about it. It’s a memento of the terrible night that brought us together, just like the burn on my face, or the post-surgery scars from when doctors put me back together. It’s a damn miracle I’ve fully recovered. Sure, there’s pain when the weather changes, and my mobility isn’t what it used to be, but it’s almost good enough. I’m fine with that.
Gasping softly, I suck Clyde’s nipple, but as I roll my stubbly cheek against his skin and open my eyes, the sight of his cockhead between my fingers gives me pause.
Plump and wet, it pulses in my grip, so very fucking alive.
I moan when Clyde licks my nape, pulling him more tightly against me as I try to make sense of the messy jumble of thoughts rolling around in my skull. He’s been good at not pushing the issue, happy to give me head despite me never returning the favor.
Seeing him enjoy it so much, has made me wonder a few times. I don’t dwell on my past. What’s happened, happened, but my reaction that time he asked me to go down on him was instinctual.
But now that I’ve learned about Clyde’s soft side… his cock no longer looks as threatening. Just like the rest of him, Clyde’s dick deserves to be kissed.
As much as Clyde resents me for pointing it out, there’s a submissive side to him when he’s with me. Sure, he’s strong, confident, and can land a mean punch, but under me? He lets me lead, spreads his legs to make room for me, and even when we kiss, he often yields to my tongue. I can’t explain it. It’s an energy I sense in him, and it compliments my need for pushing him into the mattress perfectly.
So maybe his cock in my mouth wouldn’t feel like something I have to endure?
He is beautiful, smells nice, and being here, in his space puts me at ease. I wish I could kiss away the bruise on his face.
There’s still hesitation, worry about what happens if I hate it. But that’s life, isn’t it? If he agreed to let me fuck him but decided he doesn’t like how it feels, I would be fine with it. Disappointed maybe, but there are still so many things we can enjoy. I wouldn’t throw a hissy fit or try to convince him. Would he?
“I can’t reach your dick like this…” Clyde says with a sigh as my lips explore the dip between his pecs. “And I really want to. Four days without it was a struggle.”
“Same,” I mumble, decision made.
The tiles feel hard under my knees, but between the furious heartbeat echoing in my skull and the taste of clean water I’m sampling on my way down, I don’t give a fuck. I moan when his cock glides along the side of my neck, but then I taste it, lips spreading over the smooth head while my tongue makes a gentle dip into the hole at the tip.
“Oh?... Oh !” Clyde’s moan is so delightful it reinforces my decision.
His hand is back on my head, but he doesn’t push, just strokes my buzz cut, and the swirl it makes across my skull sends a jolt down my tongue, to where I explore the clean flavor of his arousal. There’s a hint of salt too, but it’s a pleasant spice I long for rather than a bitterness to ignore.
It’s odd to be in this position, on my knees for another man, but I do want to learn his body by heart. I want to make him feel good. I already love to make him come, so this will be a new way to achieve that.
“Don’t push,” I say, and my voice echoes softly, barely audible over the noise of the falling water, which now feels like additional fingers stroking my head and back as I close my lips around the hard shaft and suck, trying to remember how I like it done.
“Okay,” he whispers, and his fingers slide to my ticklish ear every now and then, stroking me. “Oh fuck…” Clyde moans when I hollow my cheeks and suck harder.
It’s only then that I remember there’s more of him and close my hand around the shaft. A tingling heat gathers inside me, hot yet fleeting as vapor, and I find myself shivering when a salty drop of pre-cum spreads across my tongue. My toes curl, and I bob my head, checking how it would feel to let him in deeper .
His fingers twitch, his stomach grows ever tenser, and I wonder what he looks like. Is he watching me, or are his eyes closed as he imagines whatever porny scenario he finds the hottest? Self-conscious as being in this position makes me, I soon lose the fight with my own fears and exhale, following the waterfall of hard muscle all the way up.
There they are, blue eyes watching me like I’m the center of the universe. Clyde makes little gasps every time I move my head, and the arousal painted all over his face keeps me grounded. I’m making this gorgeous guy lose it. His moans are shameless, and we’re both in our own little world of hot rain and steam that smells of campfire and whiskey.
He likes it.
And so do I.
Something about that realization makes me grab his ass and pull him closer. Clyde smiles. Fucking smiles at being grabbed this way. His dick enters my throat too fast, and I choke on it, but it’s my own damn fault for being too eager.
“I’m so close,” he utters, not even blinking while his cock twitches in my mouth. It’s so fucking hot my own dick is rock-hard, but my hands are too busy with his perfect ass. I won’t push the penetration boundary he’s set, but damn do I enjoy pressing my fingertips into the soft flesh where his ass cheeks meet.
I salivate, as if his dick was the tastiest fucking thing I ever licked, and roll my tongue up and down before sucking on the hard flesh again. I rock my hips as if I’m fucking him. Clyde’s features relax and pleasure takes over. I take him deeper, trying to ignore my gag reflex, because he’s so damn beautiful like this—like a living statue of a demigod I’ve been allowed to touch through some misunderstanding.
He deserves this.
He deserves getting the best head I can give, wet and eager.
I want to make him feel like a king.
My head’s spinning until everything beyond Clyde’s touch is forgotten.
And then he comes. He did warn me, yet somehow it’s still a surprise when his cock throbs and spills cum in my mouth. So fucking hot though. I instinctively pull away, but grab his dick so he doesn’t shoot his load in my eyes.
He moans and grunts as the rest of his cum lands on my chest while he fucks my fist with a few final thrusts. Even when he came, he didn’t push my head down. He did scratch my scalp, but I’m not complaining. I want my DNA under his nails. I want him to never be able to wash me off .
Clyde is so flushed and still panting when he pulls me up by the arm. “Come here, stud,” he whispers with a smile ghosting over his lips right before they meet mine.
At the same time, he’s already grabbing my cock in his fist with that confidence I love.
Stud . Damn right, I am one, and he knows it.
I slide my hands into his wet hair and push him into the wall while he milks my dick with furious strokes. His mouth is a hot, wet fuck hole for my tongue. My heart beats so fast, my exhilaration reaches its peak. Like when I speed on the road, but with Clyde, I don’t slow down before the bend. I just fly right off the cliff.