9. Clay
Chapter Nine
CLAY
Sal had taken me to one of the nicest places I'd ever been. We were high up in the sky, surrounded by windows while the sun set outside. Inside, there were golden sculptures, beautiful paintings and a man who had just started playing the piano—and I could barely notice any of it.
All of my attention was on Sal. My Sal , I found myself thinking of him already. And the enticing idea that he would allow me to be something special to him if I wanted it. And yeah, I did. I couldn't help it. All of the words he had written to me were quickly rewiring in my brain to come from those lips and that voice.
The golden hue of the sun as it lowered matched the peach blush on his skin and the vibrant red of his eyes. Yes, he had a tail and horns and fangs and green skin but nothing about him seemed foreign anymore. All I saw was Sal and I wanted him.
We managed to chat through two drinks before I couldn't take it anymore and reached across the table, taking his hand again. It was warm, his grip strong. I wanted to kiss him again, properly this time, but hesitated because Sal seemed shy, if that wasn't the most unexpected and cutest damn thing in the world.
But I didn't mind. I was the bigger voice between us while he was the solid one. I would happily take the lead knowing that he was there to catch me.
"Ready to go?" he asked, probably reading the look in my eyes.
I nodded, trying to at least pretend I wasn't as desperate to feel him as I was. The truth was, even just sitting across from him, knowing what was to come, I had a half chub that could easily grow to a full-on erection if he looked at me the right way.
He got our bills and then led me down to the lobby and to the front desk.
"We can go back to one of our places," I chuckled. "I was just joking about staying."
He had been joking too when he'd first brought it up, I was sure, but he shook his head, giving me a look.
"I don't want to wait."
I swallowed because that was exactly the type of look I'd been talking about.
My cock hardened in record speed, and I stood close to the desk, glad my erection was hidden while Sal paid for a room.
When we went back to the elevator, a couple stepped on with us, so we stood there in somewhat awkward silence, waiting to be alone.
That didn't happen until we reached our room though because even our floor was busy with people milling about. Disappointing considering that I wanted to wrap around him and feel him up while he unlocked the door for us.
My patience was rewarded though the moment we were inside because Sal pressed me against the door.
I gasped at the feel of his hard body, his masculine scent and presence enveloping me as he bent his head and took my lips like he'd been waiting for this for far too long.
I moaned against his lips, hands sliding into his thick hair, momentarily forgetting about the horns which were cool to the touch and hard as bone—which, I supposed they were.
He moaned when I touched them and I stroked them gently, feeling them from thick base to their blunt tips.
Shuddering, Sal pulled back, yanking me along with him.
"Bed," he grunted, tugging me over to it.
I nodded, starting to kick off my clothes as we went to it.
Sal took a seat on the edge, watching until I noticed and started to feel self-conscious.
"Pants too," he instructed, leaning back on his hands to watch. The red of his eyes were like a dark auburn now and I knew he liked what he saw, so I slowly kicked my pants off, followed by my underwear and stood in front of him, naked and aroused.
He took a shuddering breath.
"You're so gorgeous," he whispered, and I smiled, stepping up to him, wanting mine too.
"Your turn," I said, dropping to my knees between his legs.
He stopped breathing as I reached for his zipper, undoing his slacks.
His cock was even larger in person and as I reached inside to pull his hard erection free my mouth practically started watering.
"Fuck," I whispered. "It looks even better in green."
He chuckled breathlessly but stopped with a choked sound when I leaned forward and took the tip into my mouth.
I wanted to take it all down, but it was too big. I couldn't quite reach his knot. Still, I gave it a good go, sucking and licking his length until it was wet, and his thighs were trembling, then I stood, straddling him because there was another way I could take his cock all the way inside me, and I hadn't been joking about ending the night sitting on it.
I liked a big one and I knew it could fit and that it would feel good, but sinking down on his wet tip was even better than I'd thought it would be.
A shudder of pleasure ran through me as I sank down, taking him as far as I could.
Sal hissed, sitting back to let me do what I needed to, his gaze never wavering from me, his hands stroking my thighs in encouragement.
"Yes," he gasped as I reached his knot, but to my disappointment, I couldn't take it right away.
"So close," I grunted.
Not dissuaded, I reached down, stroking myself, rocking on his impressive length until my eyes were squeezed shut and body was trembling with the need to come.
That was when I relaxed that small bit more and suddenly sank down deeper.
We both groaned as I took in his engorged knot.
For a minute we breathed together, just feeling the way our bodies adjusted to one another, and then I started to lift my hips, sliding it through the ring of my muscles as I took him in and out, chasing the feeling of him stretching me open and rubbing my prostate.
I was crying out now, unable to acknowledge anything other than the intense pleasure as I rode him until suddenly, he started to shake, his cock going even more rigid and together, we both came, crying out in unison as he spilled deep inside me and my come splattered all over the button up shirt he was still somehow wearing.
When I collapsed on top of him, still gasping and breathing hard, his arms wrapped around me tightly, keeping me right where I was.
"Is this a dream?" he asked sleepily a few minutes later.
I had been thinking the same thing.
A smile played over my lips.
"Sometimes reality is even better than dreams," I mused.
His soft lips found the top of my head and he placed a kiss to my hair.
"You're right," he agreed. "I couldn't have come up with something this perfect if I tried."
I pressed my smiling face into Sal's neck and breathed him in.
He was right. I never would have thought of this on my own.
And I would definitely be making sure this was a repeated dream come true.
“I would be down for that,” he said softly, half asleep. “When we wake up though.”
My eyes widened. He definitely just heard my thoughts, didn’t he?! I’d have to needle him about the details later… after round two.
If things kept going like this, then matching with my alien boss might turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.