Chapter 38
Road
I’m glad my sheets were changed while I was in the hospital. They feel crisp and smell nice as I roll the comforter down and sit on the bed, checking if everything looks all right for Clyde. The lube’s already on the bedside table, and my things are in order, so I lie on my back and digest each of the many things that have happened in the past twenty-four hours. It sure as hell feels like it’s been longer.
Even now, each second stretches while I wait to hear the door move, and the familiar, elegant footsteps. I’ve never been with anyone particularly classy, but Clyde? He has this dignity about him, and I want to deconstruct it with each forceful thrust.
Desire tickles my insides, and I absentmindedly stroke my cock while staring at the ceiling. I didn’t expect Clyde to ever find out what drove me to execute his older brother, but the fact that he knows, and that this secret won’t ever become a wedge between us again is pure relief.
Despite expecting him to be a normal person and condemn Roy’s actions, the extent of his rage came as a surprise. I don’t think Clyde knows Luna personally, not like me, who babysat her as I recovered from my injuries a long time ago when Prophet first brought me here. This compassion he has is what’s special about him. Sure, I appreciate he’s a hot guy, and the way he makes me feel, but this softness he has is what makes loving him so easy.
I scowl and cover my face at the realization that I haven’t told him of my feelings, letting his words just hang in the air while I got worked up about sex. I’m such a fucking idiot. Is that why he’s taking so long in the bathroom?
I hold my breath when he steps into the room, rubbing a towel over his head. I’ve seen him naked so many times by now, but the excitement never seems to pass. If anything, seeing him like this, with my ring on his finger, makes me even harder than when we were fumbling through our fuckbuddy stage.
He’s all mine now.
All taut muscle, a few bruises, and that skull inked on his shoulder. His dick is half-hard and on show without shame. I’d sell my soul for a sliver of attention from him, and here I am, wanted and invited into his body. I’m the luckiest fucker alive.
“You don’t have shampoo,” he says and throws the wet towel to the floor after looking around. Maybe I need more furniture too, but it’s hard to focus on shit like that when he’s naked and approaching the bed.
He’s such a magnificent man—perfectly proportioned, like some ancient god worthy of dedicating a fancy statue to.
“I don’t really have hair,” I say, only to correct myself as I sit up, ready to pull him close. “But we’ll get something.”
“You do,” he smirks and climbs onto the bed, then over my thighs. I let out a groan when he slides his fingers over my stomach and into my pubes. “Where I like it.” His blue eyes glisten with lust, and it melts my insides that he’s just as horny for me as I am for him. We’re two perfectly aligned serrated edges.
“Yeah, you don’t want me to shave here too?” I ask, pulling on his arm, so we’re closer, his face hovering over mine. One of the damp locks of hair falls to my cheek, and then rolls farther, caressing my jaw. I knew he’d be using my soap, but smelling it on him is yet another layer to my arousal. It’s as if it’s confirming him as mine.
“No. I like you when you’re a hairy beast.” Clyde nips on my bottom lip as he slides even closer, so our chests touch, and our dicks align, sending sparks of arousal to my balls.
I chuckle, resting my hands on his bare hips, but I can’t help myself and soon let them explore the landscape of tanned skin stretched over taut muscle, first sliding up his back, and then lower. His tongue is like liquid fire on my neck, and I lift him with my hips, holding on to the pert buttocks I’ll soon be parting .
“You’re so damn hot,” I mutter, closing my eyes to focus on the way he feels on top. His breath scalds my flesh, and he rocks gently. I love the hair on his legs, and the size of his hands, and that he’s not some blushing flower. This man is mine.
“Glad that we’re a match then.” He licks over the side of my head, sending shivers down my spine, but it’s when he reaches back to lead my fingers between his ass cheeks that my brain becomes molten mush.
He wants it. He wasn’t sure, but after one night under me, he is. I’m proud as a damn peacock.
“Fuck yes…”
With a raspy chuckle on my lips, I grab the lube and roll my tongue through the dip under his collarbone. It’s like facing a buffet of the fanciest, most delicious food, only I don’t even need to run around to fill my plate, because Clyde has delivered himself to my bed. I squeeze the gel straight between his cheeks, and he shivers at the cool sensation of it, so very pliant to my touch.
“Will you be loud? Or will you try to keep quiet?” I whisper, ghosting my fingers over the back of his ass.
“ Can I be loud?” He wraps his arms around my neck and hugs my head to his chest. I sense his heart beat faster, that vulnerability I love to dip my fingers into is back on the surface. And yet, he’s no less horny than before, as proven by his cock pressing against my stomach.
Someone might hover close to the cabin, trying to eavesdrop, but do I care?
“Not gonna lie, I love it when you are, telling me exactly what I’m doing to you. But yeah, someone might overhear us, so it’s up to you, Blue Eyes,” I say and dip my middle finger into the lube-filled crack. He stirs above me, and I capture his neck with my teeth, holding him close so he can’t flee. This is going to leave a mark, but I want it there. I want there to be no doubts about me and him.
That little whimper he lets out is fucking music . Do I love that he sat on me like it’s his God given right? Yes. But I also love how he becomes putty in my grasp and likes it. His body tightens around my finger, and he hugs my head, already pushing his stiff cock harder against my chest. He’s so perfect for me this way. Both strong and soft at the same time.
“Fuck them. If they spy, they only have themselves to blame,” he rasps against my scalp .
“Fuck yes,” I moan and raise one of my knees, pushing his legs farther apart. I sink my digit up to the knuckle and then move it back and forth in an easy glide that has us both grunting. I grab his hand and pull, forcing him to look down at me as I make several fast thrusts. The motion is keeping the muscles in my arm almost uncomfortably stretched, but when Clyde moves too, as if he were riding my hand, it’s gasoline to fuel my fire.
“You’re so damn smooth in there,” I whisper, crooking my finger to press my fingertip to the wall of his entrance.
He blushes as though he hasn’t asked for this himself. How can one man be so cute and so dangerous at once? I’ve got no idea, but I’m eating it up.
“Ready for you,” he whispers, as if he’s afraid to be loud after all. He rocks against my hand, his dick rubbing my chest, and this is my heaven, because I can smell his lust, and feel its sticky dampness on my skin.
“No, you’re not.” I chuckle and slide in another finger, twisting both as Clyde’s eyes shut. His flush is now covering every bit of skin within sight, and he rests his forehead on my shoulder in a futile attempt to catch his breath. “I need to open you up. Then, you’ll be ready for a good drilling.”
His breath hitches and he squeezes my shoulders. I love it when he leaves scratches on me. His insides are so hot and he tightens his ass every time he shifts his weight with a little moan. I can’t wait to feel that on my cock.
“Oh, fuck, Road… Why do I like it so much?” He groans when I fuck my fingers into him faster, crooking them so I start massaging his prostate gently.
I pull myself up just enough to nip on his pec and suck on the nipple right next to the bite mark I left on him. “How does it feel, Blue Eyes?” I ask, sitting up as I stretch him, feeling the very edge of the muscle at his entrance, where he becomes so unbearably soft.
“I don’t know… Like… an unstoppable force, but I want you there. I want you to… take pleasure in me. I want to know I’m why you come. I love being wanted so much.”
He answers his own question, but it’s my ego that grows with every word.
“I want you so. Fucking. Much,” I say, pumping into him with more force. I love the way he arches his back before pushing onto my fingers while his hard dick remains neglected, resting on my abs. “You’re the best I had. Ever.”
Clyde grabs my face and looks me dead in the eyes. Despite me being knuckle-deep inside him, he seems to dominate in this moment as his fingers press into my cheeks. “You’re gonna come so hard it will wipe your damn memory of anyone else. ”
I nod, choked up on all the air I’ve inhaled when he dug his fingers into my cheeks. But when I press on his pleasure spot with more force, the determination on his face falters, and I latch onto his neck while I shove in a third finger, making my man stir with a soft sigh.
“Promises, promises…”
I love making him speechless. There’s a power play between us, but while he may own my heart, I know I’ll win the physical battle. Every moan from him is proof of that.
Clyde is struggling to find words, and his grip on me eases, but then, as I pull out my fingers, about to push them into his pliant body again, he presses on my shoulders. He puts his weight into it, and my head lands against the pillow as he towers over me.
Breath-fucking-taking. His drying hair is tangled, giving him a stormy appearance. Like he’s taken off his helmet after a long ride on his motorcycle. This is so much better though, because he moves up my body, about to ride me . His gaze is determined when he reaches behind himself and grabs my cock.
“Enough promises then, let’s get to the action,” he rasps, leaning over me.
It’s a bit of an awkward position, him crouching and trying to sit on my dick while holding it up, but something about it, about his raw need to take me inside is so insanely sexy I place both my hands on his knees and wait. I’m like a king waiting to be pleasured, sating myself on the picture he makes in the muted light of my bedroom.
“You might need a scarf tomorrow,” I point out, glancing at the bruise forming on his neck.
He raises his eyebrows at me. “So no one knows we’re fucking? That ship has sailed, Road.”
I’m about to answer when he pushes down, and as his tight body sucks me in, reality turns into a gooey blur with only him remaining sharp as a razor. “Ohh fuck,” I mumble, grabbing his thighs, but he sinks even lower. I can hear his soft gasps, the rapid swallowing, but he doesn’t stop until his ass flattens against my hips. It’s fucking heaven.
“This is…” I mumble, lacking for words even when I manage to peel my eyes open and take in the tense column of his throat, the sharp lines of muscle that simultaneously look soft and like marble. “So damn luxurious. Tight, and hot, and fucking perfect… you’re perfect… ”
“Fuck, it’s thick,” he whispers with a frown, but isn’t backing out. I feel his heartbeat in the way his body throbs around my dick. “You’re my fucking wet dream, Road.” Clyde puts his hands on my pecs, and lifts his ass, just to press back down.
“I can feel that,” I say and squeeze his shaft, which has been steadily leaking clear fluid. His eyes roll back, and he sits all the way down on my hips, skin red and shiny with musky sweat. “Go on, ride me. Make me feel good with your tight asshole,” I mutter and grab his hips, helping him rise.
His eyelids flutter, and I could come just from the glorious sounds he makes. Clyde doesn’t waste time, and now that I know he gets off on me taking pleasure in him, I’ll milk it to the very last drop. We are a perfect fucking match.
“Like this?” he whimpers, moving faster, slapping his ass down against my hips, legs spread over me. “I want your cum. You’re so hot when you make that face right before you finish. Like you’re desperate, and only I can get you off.”
Desperate? Me?
Okay, maybe I am, for him.
I give a frantic nod. “Because that’s how it is. You spoiled me for anyone else. I can only come in one of your holes, or on your skin.”
My brain’s scrambling from the delicious pressure. His muscles are so tense as he moves up and down, swallowing me whole each time, yet he remains focused on my face, even when his hair falls into his eyes from the vigorous fucking.
“Yeah? No more jerking off?” he teases, riding me faster. “You’ll come to me whenever you’re horny? I’ll blow you then and there. Anytime.” Clyde’s eyes are so intense, I don’t know whether to stare into them, or lower, down his pecs, and to that perfect dick he’s neglecting to pleasure me instead.
My shaft looks as rigid as it feels, and seeing it disappear in my man’s body over and over does something funny to my brain. It’s this ticklish sensation inside my head that is somehow connected to my cock, almost as if there was a fast lane between them, constantly stimulated by his tight body.
“Fuck no… I’ll never touch myself again if it means I can get you to service me instead,” I whisper and give his ass a gentle pat. He utters a soft moan and goes faster, filling the room with gasps and the slapping of our flesh. But he can’t keep that speed forever, and soon he’s trembling as his muscles, unused to this kind of movement, protest .
I can’t take it anymore. This is heaven, but I need to go higher, faster, until I hear those angel choirs.
I grab his hips and lift him so that I can do the work. Clyde gasps and presses his hands to my chest, but all I can focus on is drilling into his tight, inviting hole. His moans getting louder only spurs me on.
“Oh fuck! Like that. And yesss, I love sucking you, hearing you groan…”
But it’s him making much more noise now as I chase my satisfaction. I’d focus on him coming first, but he did say he wants to feel me come, give me pleasure, and I’ll take that at face value.
As delicious as he looks in this position, I need more leverage, more control, so I roll him off me, and before he’s able to question me, I’m over him, pushing his legs up, as if he were a turkey I’m about to stuff.
The sight of his crack sends a fiery trail down my back. His hole’s swollen from milking my dick, slick with lube and my juices, and winking as if it were inviting me back in. A part of me that’s so new and unfamiliar wants to French kiss that hole, but I can’t deny myself any longer and release some spit onto it.
Clyde shivers, and the gasp he makes turns into a low moan when I touch my cock to his opening, rubbing the spit in.
“I’m going to fill you with my babies.”
For a moment, he seems lost, but then I push my cockhead in and he lets out a helpless whine, pawing at my forearms. “Yes. Fuck yes. Don’t pull out until you pump me full of cum.”
“Wouldn’t fucking dream of it,” I say through my teeth, sinking into him until his ass has taken all of me. With his knees on my shoulders, I pull back. Each inch is simultaneously pleasure and agony, but when I snap my hips, thrusting back in, my man rewards me with a broken moan that’s reminiscent of a sob. He’s so damn beautiful like this, damp hair scattered in a halo around his face, face pink from exertion, eyes dark and unfocused yet seeking me . And that’s when I finally choke it out.
“I love you too.”
Clyde’s face contorts, he bites his bottom lip, but he can’t stop it. Two fat tears roll down his eyelashes and slide down his cheeks. He punches my chest without much force. “Fucker. Of course you have to say it when you’re balls deep, and I’m defenseless.” He sniffs, mouth trembling .
The tension in my chest eases as I move inside him, watching his handsome face. “Never claimed to be good with feelings. I’m actually awful at them, but with you, they just come.”
“Something else better come soon.”
My breath hitches when he squeezes his ass on my cock. His wish is my command. I love how greedy he is for my cum. That he loves to swallow and lick it so shamelessly. It’s the most erotic thing, and I now have it promised to me. My ring is on his finger.
I pull back to slam right back in, hoping it’s the right angle for his prostate. The low moan of pleasure tells me it just might be, so I pick up the pace as Clyde’s hands reach for my neck. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds them there possessively.
“I’m going to flood you, you hear me?” I tell him, staring into his blue eyes while our bodies snap together over and over. “And then, in an hour’s time, I’m going to ride you again. You’re mine now. You’ll have no peace with a hot body and face like that.”
“Yes. Yours. Fuck me like that,” he utters, eyes rolling back. He holds back no moans in my grip, and I ride him like there’s no tomorrow, because fuck knows if there is one. All that matters is what the two of us have right now.
He’s so tight, so hot, and I’m so close. I pound into him, watching every miniscule change on his face, listening to the filth he whispers, but this time it’s a glance between our bodies, to his leaking dick that pushes me over the edge.
Dark pink, rigid, so fucking gorgeous. Every vein lickable, and that slit I can’t wait to tease again, either with my thumb or tongue.
I utter a series of grunts that echo in my head as I fuck my man, filling him with all the cum he needs. And while I soon get too damn sensitive, when I see Clyde jerking off, dazed eyes staring up at me, I keep fucking him, just because I know he loves how it feels.
“Take it.”
He nods, looking out of it, a sheen of sweat on his face. “Fuck. Yes. All of it. The whole load.”
And then he comes, his ass clenching so hard it feels like I’m coming again. I groan out my joy while he aims his dick at my chest, splashing me with his hot cum, and watching the show as if it’s his personal porn. Some even lands on my neck and chin, then drips right back down on him in sticky droplets.
I pull out, because my cock needs rest, but I dive right down, sucking the cum from his chest, then licking my way up, to his delicious lips. They are the best I’ve had .
We collapse, slotting together despite the cum making both of us sticky. Oh well, we’ll have a quick wash later anyway.
“You’re so damn addictive.”
Clyde’s arms are around me in an instant, but his eyelids are drooping now that he’s gotten the arousal out of his system. “Say it again.”
“That you’re addictive?”
“No. That you love me.” He kisses me with sweet tenderness, so unlike the dirty talk from moments ago.
A smile pulls on my lips, and I rest on my side, holding him in a loose embrace. “I love you.”
I should feel more self-conscious saying something so mushy, but I don’t. It comes straight from the heart.
The smile I get in return, along with a little shove makes him look so serene. Like we’re in one of those movies where the wife dies, and this is a flashback to the good times before. “I’m loving sex with you,” he says, and I swear my ego is now so bloated it fills the whole room.
“This was only the second time we did that. Leave me space for improvement,” I say and stroke his cheekbone with my thumb.
“Not just this kind of sex. All of it. I feel so at ease with you. I’ve always been told how awful and unnatural sex between men is, but it’s been the most natural thing in my life. When we’re together, I don’t have to pretend anything.” The softness in his blue eyes makes me melt.
I pull him closer, until his head is tucked under my chin and I can sense his every breath tickling my flesh. I’m not the kind of person who contemplates life too much. I just exist, reacting to things as they come, but I can’t help feeling he’s reading those words from the depths of my brain.
“I know. I always felt… isolated because of it, but I didn’t want to be rejected by the people who actually treated me right, you know?”
He kisses my neck, soothing any new anxiety. “Did talking to them about it, about me, go well? Or should we expect for things to go downhill?”
I’m glad he’s only asking now, because I needed the release of having him first, of being close, and the comfort of his tenderness .
I stay quiet for a while, trying not to let negative thoughts sneak in too close, but the reality of not knowing the answer is a heavy weight inside my chest. “Creep’s gay too. Sorry…” I clear my throat. “ Homosexual . So at least it’s not just us.”
Clyde rises to his elbow so fast he hits my jaw with his head. He looks straight into my eyes with a frown. “What? He told everyone?” Clyde goes on when I nod. “And your guys are okay with it?”
“I think between me being gay and me fucking a certain Clyde Turner, my sexuality doesn’t seem that big of a deal,” I tell him, calming myself down in the process, because I’m not immune to worries about the future this revelation might bring. “Oh, and Prophet was trying to be normal about this whole thing, so he told us a guy gave him head a few times. That’s what he said,” I added, keeping Clyde’s gaze. “It sounds like he’s talking about one guy, right? I’m not crazy?”
Clyde’s eyes are wide as saucers, and he seems to drift off in his mind. “No, it does sound like one guy. Okay, this is much better than I imagined.” With a sigh of relief, he drops back down. “Maybe… it will be fine?” he asks, looking to me for reassurance. I need it too, but he’s my priority, so I rub my chin against his cheekbone and sigh.
“The guys are assholes, but they mean well. And Prophet really wants to help. He’s never let me down. It will be fine, and if it’s not then—” I swallow, capturing his gaze as I relax into his arms. “I will make it fine, all right? You gave up everything for me, and I won’t make you regret it.”
My throat squeezes, and I swallow, trying to stop being such a mushpot, but it’s impossible when the past few days have stirred so many emotions. And I’m not good with those.
Clyde strokes my back, putting me at ease with his touch. “I never thought I’d have this. That I’d come out, that I’d find a guy who is so right for me, or that I’d ever leave my club. I’m still finding my feet, but I already know it was worth it. Do you want me to… live here?”
I blink, suddenly aware that all this might be going too fast, and that maybe he’d want a space of his own, at least for a while. “Uh… we could… give you a room if you don’t want to move in right away.”
Clyde groans and nips on my Adam’s apple. “I want to move in. I just don’t want to ruin your bachelor pad. ”
My muscles melt at his touch, as if his teeth and tongue are the key to unwind all my worries. “Then this is no longer a bachelor pad. This bed?” I ask, patting the mattress. “Yours,” I tell him and let myself fall to my back next to him.
We look up together and he points at the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. “Can we get a lampshade?”
I scowl, but it’s not like I expected to have him over anytime soo—anytime, really. “I’m not good at this kind of stuff, okay? I’m fine with any changes you make, as long as you don’t paint the walls a unicorn pattern.”
He stabs his finger into my side. “Suggest that again, and I’ll be painting the room with your blood.”
“I was joking.” I grab his wrist and pull him over me. My lips are on his before he can protest. There. We’re good again.
“And you don’t have a kitchen?” Clyde asks, but it doesn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around me. I have a feeling that while he might have more elaborate house needs than me, he’d love me in a tent in the woods. When his eyes lure me into their blue depth, I let myself float, full of trust that from now on, everything will make sense in my life.
“You know I never learned. Mom served me cold Pop Tarts for dinner, and there’s a food hall in the settlement. But,” I add, seeing his brows lower. “If you want to cook for me, I can get you a kitchen. Just make a list of the stuff you need,” I tell him, pulling my fingers through his lovely hair. It’s still damp, and no longer smells of a campfire, but it’s still my favorite pillowcase.
“Could we… go pick up some stuff from my house tomorrow? My uncle might have raided it, but things like my spice cabinet or cosmetics should be there.”
I reach down and pull on his knee, so it rests across my hips and over my cock, which stirs in response to his closeness. “Of course. I’ll get the guys to escort us, and we can even take a van. Or a truck. Maybe there’s some furniture you’d want too? Your couch is way comfier than mine.”
Clyde gives me a tender kiss, but then pulls a comforter over us. “Thank you. For everything.” And with his head settled on my shoulder, he closes his eyes.