16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
Justin
I was still taken aback by the vision of Ramon being dragged from my body by the biggest fucking dog I’d ever seen. Ramon’s leg was clutched in the snarling beast’s teeth, and then he was pulled out of my body, leaving me to my own thoughts for the first time since New Orleans.
Clay, not surprisingly, had been fantastic to me as I worked through the shock of being possessed by a spirit—or possibly a demon.
Was it strange that I missed Ramon a tiny bit?
The man had his own agenda that he’d bullied me to fulfill, though he wasn’t exactly successful, but something inside me wanted to help him.
There was something fucked up with that logic.
After we brushed our teeth and shared a mind-melting kiss, I led Clay into my bedroom. “How do you like to sleep?” I pointed to the ceiling fan. “On or off?”
Clay had a half-grin that was sexy as hell. “I’m the guest in your home. How do you like to sleep?”
I flipped the wall switch. “Fan on. I mean, I still have the air conditioner on, but I like to sleep with a nice breeze. Uh, do you wear pajamas?” I prayed he said no.
There was that grin again. “Again, your house, your rules.”
“So, no pajamas.” I couldn’t hide my smile.
Clay walked to the other side of the bed and began turning down the duvet cover and the thin blanket and top sheet, so I mirrored his actions on the other side. Once we had things organized, we faced each other. I was nervous as hell, but poor Clay didn’t seem to be fairing much better.
“Can we talk for a minute?” Clay slid off one boot and then the other.
I toed off my loafers and placed them beside the nightstand so I didn’t trip over them. I sat on the opposite side of the bed and took him in. His sexy tan western shirt with the white pearl snaps hugged his frame perfectly. With his blond hair and blue eyes, I couldn’t stop staring.
He sat and hitched his leg up on the mattress, bending at the knee. “So, uh, you’re a virgin?”
I mulled his words around and decided there was no judgment in them. He was merely stating a fact, though I wasn’t sure how to answer him. “Yeah, but it’s just like I said. I haven’t met anyone I trust to give that control to.”
He stared at me for a long moment before offering a gentle smile.
“Darlin’, I think maybe you’re looking at it wrong.
You have all the power in a situation like that.
Any man you see worthy of gifting your virginity to is the luckiest S-O-B on the planet.
Have you considered that maybe you’re a side?
I had a friend in college who wasn’t into penetration at all, and he had a full dating life.
As far as I know, he only ran into a couple of guys who were pissy about it.
If someone doesn’t respect your boundaries, they should be an automatic no contact. ”
I reached for him because that was the most perfect response I’d ever heard. He took my hand, tugging me closer. I twisted my legs into a pretzel and sat next to him on the bed.
Clay leaned closer and kissed the tip of my nose, which was sweet. “I’m not the guy who won’t listen. Hell, I could kiss you for days and be happy with it.”
My breath hitched. Again, the man made my heart flutter. “Thank you, but I believe I’m ready for more than I’ve tried, which isn’t much at all. I’m not a side. I’ve done some bodily exploration, and it doesn’t bother me to penetrate myself. I, uh, I have some toys.”
He laughed, though I didn’t feel as if he were making fun of me. “Good... Then, you’ll know when you’re ready if you meet the right guy.”
Oh, nuh-uh. He wasn’t putting me off. “I’ve found the right guy.” I slid my lift leg over his lap and settled on his groin, feeling his hard length beneath me.
His hands found my ass and he gently kneaded my cheeks as he slid his nose along the edge of my jaw before his lips placed a soft kiss under my left ear. It took my breath and had my dick hardening in record time.
Clay kissed along my cheek until he found my mouth and plundered it with his tongue. My hands gripped those hard shoulders until it occurred to me that unless I started undressing him, we were going to be restricted to over-the-clothes petting.
I slid my hands from his shoulders crossing his chest to the snaps on the front of his shirt, slowly dislodging them and opening the garment. He wore a tank-style T-shirt with whisps of curly blond hair peaking over the edge, teasing my fingertips as I brushed over them.
“Wait. Let’s not put pressure on us. There are other things we can do aside from anal. I don’t have condoms. Hell, I don’t have anything. Everything is at my hotel in my room.” Clay hadn’t released me from his hold, but he’d pulled back so he could judge my comfort level, I suspected.
“I don’t have condoms, but I do have lube. I’m ready, you know. I don’t want to wait anymore for sex.” That was a fucking understatement.
Clay chuckled as he lifted me and put me on my feet before he stood and began wrestling out of his shirt.
He draped it around my bedroom chair. I quickly did the same, tossing mine into the dry cleaner’s pile.
We quickly finished undressing down to our underclothes before stopping to take each other in.
Clay wore white boxer briefs that hugged his muscular legs. The blond treasure trail that disappeared beneath the waistband had my mouth watering, eager for a taste.
He reached over his head and tugged his T-shirt off, tossing it on the chair with his jeans. Socks came off, and then, he stared at me. “Your turn.”
I removed my undershirt and slid my thumbs into the waistband of my gray briefs. “On three?”
He chuckled as he shoved his underwear down, hooked them on his foot and tossed them into the chair. “Well? I’m waiting.”
I laughed as he stood in front of me, hands on his hips with his hardness bobbing toward me. I removed my briefs and tossed them out of the way before he sat on the side of the bed and pulled me in front of him. “Regarding testing? Have you had a full panel recently?”
“Yes. Last month, as a matter of fact. You?”
Clay’s eyes landed on my cock and he grinned. “Same. All negative, and I’m on PrEP.”
“Me, too.” I was hoping he’d say maybe we didn’t need condoms, but he didn’t say anything, pulling my cock into his mouth with astonishing speed. The warm, wet sensation nearly had me on my knees.
“Oh, fuck. Wait. I wanna suck you,” I gasped.
Clay pulled off with a pop. “Get up here, then.” He moved to the middle of the bed and lie flat on his back with his hand holding up his cock. I scrambled over the top of him and spun to put my hard length in his face.
“Tell me if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I’ve seen porn where it’s done, but I’ve never done it or had it done to me.” It was embarrassing to admit, but the moment called for honesty.
“Okay. It’s like giving a passionate kiss. No biting, but other than that, just do to me what I’m doing to you.”
I leaned down and kissed the tip before swiping my tongue over the slit to gather the moisture there. It was salty, but not unpleasant. I’d tasted my own release before, so I knew what to expect, but tasting Clay was different. Sexy. A huge turn on that he was leaking like that because of me.
“Yes! Oh, god,” he gasped, which told me he liked what I was doing. That was quite encouraging.
His touch was gentle as he took me back into his mouth. His hands fluttered over my thighs, lighting me up.
Clay’s cock was thick and veiny. I swirled my tongue around the glans, hearing him moan much to my delight. Suddenly, he pulled off my erection and sucked my left nut into his mouth. He licked and nibbled it before moving to the right one.
Saliva-slicked fingers slid around my entrance before he took me back into his mouth and continued sucking. “That feels so good.” My mind was nearly blown, but I had a job of my own to do.
I licked Clay’s erection like it was the best candy I’d ever tasted while noticing it was warmer and harder on my tongue.
I reached for his balls, gently tugging as he moaned, not releasing me from his warm, slick mouth.
A tingle shot up my spine, signaling the end of my control.
“Oh, god, Clay. I’m about to go,” I mumbled around him.
He didn’t pull away as the tip of a finger slipped into my hole. My toes curled and I lost control, spilling into his mouth. I didn’t stop or slow down, pushing further until he tickled the back of my throat and I gagged.
I couldn’t get enough of him, so I tried again to take him down my throat. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he whispered, so I backed off and swirled my tongue around the rim of the hot head.
“That’s it. I’m...” He gasped loudly.
As I rode the aftershocks of my own undoing, he filled my mouth and I took it all down greedily. The salty sweetness of his cum was incredible.
When he stopped pulsing, I gently released his softening flesh from my mouth and pulled myself from him, rolling onto my back at the opposite end of the bed. I pressed a kiss to his hairy calf closest to me in gratitude for the most amazing experience of my life.
Clay spun around and joined me at the bottom of the bed. “You okay?”
I moved to lie on my stomach, resting my cheek on my crossed forearms so I could see him. “I’m just waiting for the blood to recirculate so I can make words come together coherently.”
He laughed as he turned to his side and pecked my cheek. “You’re amazing, Justin.”
“So, I give a good blow job?”
His denim-blue eyes shined and the barely there crinkles around them told me he liked to laugh, which was definitely something that appealed to me. Hell, who wouldn’t it appeal to?
“Well, what just happened was damn good, but I just mean you’re amazing overall.
Everything about you interests me. Now, that being said, I’m not a fan of one-night stands or friends-with-benefits arrangements.
My heart gets involved pretty damn quick, and I don’t want to go through anymore heartache if I don’t have to. ”
His gaze held mine, so I turned on my side.
“I’m not a fan of those things either, which is why my virginity is still intact.
I won’t lie and say I haven’t given into my baser instincts more than once and messed around with someone, but I’ve found over time that the guys I’ve encountered don’t stay interested once they shoot. ”
“I can’t imagine why.” He leaned forward and kissed my lips.
When he broke the kiss, I smiled at him.
“I think it’s because I get nervous and tongue-tied most of the time.
In a business setting, if you recall, I’m nervous at first, but once I start discussing financial planning, I’m in more comfortable territory, and I calm down.
Everything else usually leaves me a stuttering, flustered mess. ”
“But you’re not that way now.” Clay swept my hair off my sweaty forehead and settled his hand on my neck.
He was right. I didn’t feel nervous at all, though I barely had the strength to move because of the powerful orgasm he’d wrung from me.
“No, I don’t feel the nerves like I did when you first came to my office.
Maybe it’s because you were patient, and we got to know each other before our drawers came off? ”
Clay howled with laughter. “Maybe that’s the key, darlin’. But I’m not one to jump into bed with a guy on the first date, either.”
That was good to know. “Do you go to clubs and have quickies every now and then to take the edge off?” I propped my head on my hand and smiled, hoping he could tell I wasn’t judging him.
Clay mirrored my position. “I did before I met Hunter. After he came along, I only had eyes for him.”
His deceased fiancé. Of course, that was a big part of his story. “Will you tell me about him?”
Clay rolled to his back and sighed as he stared at the ceiling.
“He was a large animal vet, though he assisted in delivering the neighbor’s Maltese puppies one time.
He was more interested in equine dentistry, large animal husbandry, and bovine health.
He took care of a lot of cattle and horses.
It was his passion, taking care of animals.
We met in college, and right away, there was chemistry between the two of us. ”
The smile on his face as he closed his eyes led me to believe he was reliving the memories of their first meeting, and it brought a tear to my eyes. What must it feel like to be loved that much?
I started to get up to give him some privacy when he turned and took my hand. “Please don’t go. Let’s talk about all this another time, okay?”
It was a fact that the man had been in love before he met me, though it was bittersweet to hear about it. The two of them had a big love with lots of plans for a future they’d never get to share. That as heartbreaking to think about.
Clay grabbed me and pulled me closer, and I held him tight. Whether it was the memories of what he had or the realization of what we’d done, I didn’t know, but he didn’t let go and I didn’t either.
After a few minutes, Clay sniffed a bit and relaxed in my arms. I reached toward the tissues on the nightstand, pulling a few from the box and handing them to him. He sat up and turned away to blow his nose, so I sat up behind him and held him, kissing his back to remind him I was there.
“You wanna shower?” I whispered.
He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “No. I just want to sleep in your arms. Tomorrow, we’ll figure out what to do about Ramon.”
For a moment, I’d completely forgotten about the spirit who had put me through hell. Worrying about Clay was more important than anything.
The warmth and affection that filled me as we settled into bed was a new feeling. Was that what it felt like to love someone?