Chapter Six #2
Scout blinked at the unexpected rage. Before he could figure out what just happened, Clay crawled onto the bed and straddled Scout.
His tongue was in Scout’s mouth before Scout could think of a single thing to say.
Then, there were no thoughts. There was only Clay.
Clay’s kiss was almost punishing. All Scout could focus on was Clay shoving his shorts down his hips—like he planned to take what he wanted.
Scout kind of wanted to slow things down and make sure Clay was good.
Clay made any hesitation impossible. Scout was on fire.
Nothing existed beyond the body covering him.
Clay always made him feel like no one else existed.
He had Clay’s full attention, and Clay acted like there was nothing he wanted as desperately as he wanted to fuck Scout.
Everything about Clay was a fucking ego trip.
Scout couldn’t quit him even if Clay chose someone else.
He was an addict. Scout would follow Clay to the ends of the earth, tweaking for one more night.
Scout tore his mouth away. “Goddamn. Please fuck me already.”
A wicked-sounding chuckle caressed his ears. “Tell me where.”
Scout didn’t play games. It was like they shared a brain right then. He pointed toward the nightstand. Scout had set everything they needed there earlier. He had known they would be impatient. It was like they were incapable of moving slowly.
Clay moved to his feet and stripped.
Scout watched with his heart in his throat.
While Clay gave off no-game energy, the truth was he wasn’t scared of shit.
He had them nude in under two minutes. Clay gave him a whole-ass show while Scout watched.
He rolled a condom down his length and coated the outside with lube.
Clay didn’t stop there. He climbed back onto the bed and between Scout’s thighs.
All Scout could do was enjoy the moment.
Then Clay toyed with Scout’s asshole. Scout forgot his own name.
Everything disappeared but the sensation of Clay fingering him and stretching him.
While Clay was a self-proclaimed bisexual, he obviously had his share of experience with men.
Scout wasn’t sure he would ever breathe properly again.
“Don’t be afraid to critique me. I want to make you happy.”
Clay hit that sweet spot as he made the claim, and Scout’s hips left the bed. “Goddamn, Clay. You’re doing great.”
Clay’s expression stayed closed. Scout had no clue how Clay felt.
Honestly, his expressionless face was a bit unnerving.
It was almost as if Clay wasn’t there. His mind had gone elsewhere while his body ran on autopilot.
Scout forgot to worry when Clay began slowly pressing his way in.
His cock stretched Scout, making Scout feel fuller than he ever had before. He loved it. Scout wanted it.
He ground his back teeth, desperately clinging to his patience. Scout recognized Clay tried not to hurt him. He couldn’t take it any longer. “Fuck me.” Even to Scout’s ears, he sounded needy as fuck.
For a moment, they held each other’s stare.
Clay’s lips were swollen from their violent kiss, and his cheeks were red.
Then Clay slammed inside him, going as deeply as possible.
Scout couldn’t even blink. He couldn’t look away from the way Clay’s lips parted, and he turned even sexier with lust etching his features.
Clay held his stare and rolled his hips, taking Scout at the perfect angle.
Scout was so enthralled, he didn’t look away or move.
He just took it and lived the experience.
Sex with Clay was hands down the hottest encounter he had ever had.
Scout wanted to record every detail. He was probably the lousiest fuck Clay ever enjoyed.
Scout was frozen with awe and all the goddamn emotions choking him.
He wanted time to stop. Scout had found what he craved having for the rest of his life, and Clay wasn’t his.
It seemed there should be something he could say to convince Clay to keep him.
Unfortunately, all his tongue knew was cries and moans.
Clay was so fucking intense, he didn’t know if he would risk speaking even if he could.
Scout wasn’t sure if Clay would rather fight him instead.
There was so much rage in every thrust, but—somehow—the entire experience was beautiful.
The pleasure won. It always did. The way his balls tightened and pressure climbed his erection wouldn’t be ignored.
“Don’t hold back.”
At Clay’s demand, Scout turned into the obedient piece of ass.
He saw fucking stars as cum shot through the air.
His cries bounced off the walls and were probably heard at the opposite end of the house.
On the other side of the spectrum, Clay never made a sound.
His motions quickened and then slowed before Clay kissed Scout like a starved man.
Eventually, the thrusts stopped. Sweat and hard breathing ruled the moment. Scout floated in the clouds.
Intrusive thoughts hit. It was very possible that wasn’t the best experience for Clay. He didn’t know how to broach the topic, so he didn’t say anything. Since Clay kept giving him sweet kisses, Scout told himself everything was okay. Clay hadn’t grabbed his clothes and ran.
He couldn’t take it. “Next time, when I know to expect this level of phenomenal sex, I’ll be better.”
Clay chuckled and kissed Scout’s neck. “You’re thinking too much. That’s my job. I have no complaints.” His hand slid down Scout’s side. “I’m happy to hear you want a next time.”
Damn, Clay worried Scout wouldn’t want him again? Was he insane? “Why do I get the feeling no one has ever told you, you’re worth every second of their time? Because you’re worth every second of mine.”
Clay didn’t respond. He simply continued kissing Scout’s neck. Scout swore he felt Clay’s unhappiness like a weight on his chest. It was a third person in the room. While Scout had no idea what went on in Clay’s head, he knew he could make it better. Somehow, he would.