Isaac #2
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you think you were the only ones who could put two and two together?” he asked with a snort. “I see things too. Especially the way Mr. Isaac over there lights up whenever he sees you, and you turn into a grinning idiot whenever he’s talking to you.”
I glanced at Clay and shrugged. “I’ve never noticed.”
“I don’t grin like an idiot,” he protested. “It’s very manly and...charming.”
“I like it, idiot or manly,” I said, smiling when he grinned.
“He just did the idiot grin, didn’t he?” Luka asked, content to stay on his side of the spring.
Probably so he didn’t see more than he wanted to, just to be safe, but little did he know, the danger was over.
At least until we were alone again, because if there was one thing I’d learned about Clay, it was that even if he was satisfied for the night, he wasn’t going to allow me to help him get off without returning the favor.
“He was...pleased by my compliment, yes,” I said with more formality than necessary. Mostly because I knew it would make Luka laugh and earn a dirty look from Clay, who clearly knew I was trying to find a way not to agree with Luka while privately agreeing with him.
“So...yes,” Luka said with a laugh.
“He was...happy,” I said, taking Clay’s hand and squeezing it.
Along with finding out that it was possible for me not to want to have sex with another person just because they turned me on and that I could enjoy it, but also find that sharing physical affection was downright wonderful when there was no price tag attached to it.
Clay though? He was naturally affectionate from what I had learned now we had broken through an emotional and mental barrier in his head.
It had surprised me how readily he touched me.
Never sexually, but a hand on my arm, an arm over a shoulder, rubbing my back, little things like that, which came off as genuine rather than forced or intentional.
Then again, I shouldn’t have been surprised; I had seen how free with affection he had been with Cade.
There was zero hesitation when touching me, hanging off Cade, leaning on him, or even hugging the guy.
It was kind of nice, actually, especially because I knew that although I was now officially in the ‘free to touch’ category in his mind, I knew it wasn’t platonic like it was with Cade.
“I have a question,” Luka said.
“If it’s about what you think you know, I’m not saying a word,” Clay said in a content voice, though I could feel the antsiness in his fingers as he fidgeted.
I eyed him to see if this was him having one of his bad moments or if there was something else going on. “Especially when you didn’t even tell me what it is between you and Reggie. And no, I don’t think there’s ever been anything between you guys. But you two squabble like brothers.”
“Huh,” Luka said after a moment. “You know, I never thought about it like that, but...we kind of do, don’t we?”
“You really do.”
“He knows how to get on my nerves.”
“Something tells me you’re not exactly free from that particular sin in his eyes.”
“Probably not. But I’m okay with that.”
“Is that what it is then?” Clay asked. He detached his hand from me, and I watched as it drifted to my lap to find my dick and wrap around it. “Or do you two just not like each other?”
Ah, okay, he was fidgeting because he was still horny and eager to get me off, that made sense.
“Wait, what? No, I like Reggie,” Luka said, and from his tone, I could picture his frown.
“I like Reggie a lot, I respect the hell out of him. He and Mr. Shepherd are like...Arete, they built this place, and they’ve poured everything into it.
And it’s working; a lot of things here are because Reggie put in the hard work to make it happen.
And he’s a good guy who cares about the people here.
Everything he’s done has been to help them.
I like him a lot...he just gets on my nerves, and it’s nice that I can. ..yell at him.”
“I’ve known people like that,” Clay said with a chuckle as I quickly hardened in his hand.
“I’m pretty sure you’re just used to people yelling at you,” I said with a smirk.
“Hmmm, there is that,” Clay said, looking at my crotch and back to me, before looking over his shoulder toward the shower and locker room.
Ah, we weren’t going to be patient then, okay.
“What’s on your agenda for the night, Luka?” I asked casually.
“Uh, definitely going to soak here for at least another twenty minutes. Maybe longer, I’m thinking, until I get lightheaded, and then I was going to go...I don’t know, why?”
“I was just wondering,” I said. “I’m already getting lightheaded, though, so I think I’m going to get out of here. Clay, how do you feel about getting coffee and going to bug Cade? He’s been left on his own too long today.”
“God forbid that man be allowed peace and quiet,” Luka muttered.
“I suspect he enjoys it,” I said as I stood up, stopping only because Cade pulled me toward him suddenly.
I fought the urge to hiss as his mouth closed around my dick and sucked me into his throat with no warning save that it was one of his favorite tricks.
My fingers tangled in his hair, and I pulled him close, holding him so his nose was pressed tightly against my hips as I felt his throat muscles work around my cock, practically milking it as I fought the urge to moan. “But I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Clay said with a laugh when I finally released him so he could take a breath and talk.
“God, I hope not,” Luka said in one of his rare moments, making an inappropriate joke that actually managed to make me laugh.
Clay was less amused as he followed me out of the water. “Oh sure, if I said something like that, he would have been pissy.”
“It’s a bit different coming from someone who rarely does something like that,” I pointed out as I went to retrieve my towel. Getting it on was easier said than done because Clay was taking advantage of the next to zero visibility by running his hands up my thighs and grabbing my bare ass.
Snorting, I gave him a push and made my way toward the door leading inside.
The air was warm to combat the cold autumn air in the springs.
I knew I wasn’t going to make it back to my or Clay’s room before he followed through on what he’d been threatening from the moment his hand ended up in my lap.
A check of the showers and an ear to the locker room area told me we were in the clear for the moment.
Everything echoed as it was, so with confidence, I moved toward the showers and chose a corner shower head, letting the warm water flow over me. Clay came around the corner, his eyes locking onto me as he advanced, his half-hard cock bouncing.
Sticking my hand out to splay my fingers over his stomach, I pulled him closer so I could kiss him under the warm spray of water.
I had never loved just one part of a man’s body; I found there were at least two or three things on each man that I adored.
With Clay, it was definitely his smirk, his shoulders, and his stomach.
His smirks always sent an arrow of desire straight to my gut, even when he wasn’t trying to be a pervert.
His shoulders were wide and beautifully toned, so they were hypnotizing to watch, and he had a strong, flat stomach that was fun to touch when he was moving because I could feel the muscles shift under my fingertips.
He clearly wasn’t intent on drawing anything out because the next moment, he had me backed to the wall and pressed there as he wrapped his fingers around my cock again, stroking me furiously and nipping at my bottom lip.
I leaned back against the wall as he sank to his knees, not hesitating to take me back into his mouth and slowly ease me into his throat.
I stared down, wondering briefly how someone could be so beautiful it took my breath away, and yet so goddamn sexy it felt like I was going to lose my mind at the sight of my cock sliding between his lips.
I had already learned that Clay’s experiences with men hadn’t just been an excuse to get his, he had paid attention, learning over years of being slutty.
He knew exactly how to read my body, and he had learned ways to drive me crazy, or send me speeding toward the edge and over.
He was intent on the latter as he sucked me down quickly, taking me into his throat before coming back and going down to the base once more.
It was quick, deep, and it was everything I needed to feel my already amped up body scream in pleasure and warning.
Not that I cared, we were technically somewhere we could be easily caught, so it was better not to draw it out.
“Look at you,” I said as he throated me deep, making a sloppy, wet noise as his nose bumped my hip.
“Still worked up from the spring, huh? If you like doing this in places we’re not supposed to, you should let me take you to that room up top.
You can sit on the chair, and I can ride you while we watch the sun set, or maybe you could fuck me against the window, it’s not like we don’t already know it’s strong enough to hold my weight. ”
He groaned plaintively at my words, and that was all it took before I began to thrust into his mouth and down his throat.
I had no idea if he was okay with other guys manhandling him, but he seemed to like it when I did it, and there wasn’t going to be a chance of me complaining.
The sight of him on his knees, letting me use his mouth and throat, was enough to drive me crazy, and I grunted as I felt the pressure inside me grow.