For Everything

by Rae Spencer

  She spread her legs a little more. He slipped deeper inside her, the pressure built. She wrapped her hands around his wrists as his fingers teased her nipples.

  He groaned arching his neck, fighting his imminent release. He needed her to come first.

  She slid down, her eyes closing, lips parting.

  He squeezed her breasts whispering, “Let it happen.”

  She slid down again. Her muscles clenched, arching her neck she cried out.

  Clay exploded, his fingers tightening on her breasts.

  She collapsed on his chest, her hands on his shoulders, and face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her head, totally satiated, and completely in love.

  Chapter 16

  Clay woke to the sound of his phone going off. He didn’t want to get up, he was content with Lily curled against him, his arms wrapped around her. He turned to the clock, 8 a.m., he wondered if it was Jacob calling with information. He quietly slipped out of her arms walking out of the room to go check his phone.

  It was a message from Jacob to call him.

  He walked back in the room checking to make sure she was still sleeping before calling Jacob back.

  “Clay,” Jacob muttered, “got a problem.”

  “What do mean?” Clay sat on the couch, his voice low.

  “I don’t think Travis is her real name,” Jacob said, “I come up with nothing under that name.”

  “So, what do we do now?” Clay ran his fingers through his hair, standing, surprised. It never occurred to him she might have changed her name.

  “I am going to search police reports, but do you know where she is originally from?” Jacob questioned.

  “No, she never said.” He quietly walked into the room glad she was still sleeping. He checked her luggage. “Hold on a sec.”

  He pulled the tag loose, sliding the card out from inside the plastic, finding a second underneath. He pulled the old card out, walking into the living room. He read the tag. “Maybe she has a fake id, check the last name, Shelton.”

  “Ok,” Jacob said, “I will call you as soon as I find something out.”

  “Thanks,” Clay put his phone down on the table going back into the room he put the card back where she had it. He smiled over the way she was slumped on the bed.

  He wanted to take her out, walking over to the bed he sat next to her, leaning down he tickled her nose. “Lily wake up, love.”

  She puckered her face.

  He ticked her lips. “Come on. Let’s go out for some breakfast.”

  She slowly opened her eyes. “What?”

  “Let’s go get some breakfast.” He pulled her into a sitting position.

  “What time is it?” she asked, stretching.

  “Around 8.” He smiled at her sleepy expression.

  “Okay.” She smiled. “Let me take a shower.”

  He grinned. “Sure, I will join you.”

  “Join me?” She asked. “You want to take a shower with me?”

  He stood up. “Uh…huh, go on in, I will be in a moment.”

  She climbed out of bed, walking into the bathroom. She didn’t panic, didn’t search for something to cover herself. There was no need, he had already seen.

  A few moments later, she turned the water on stepping into the shower. Her head fell back, letting the water roll over her. She turned quickly hearing the door open.

  Clay walked into the bathroom, smiling broadly. Opening the shower door, he stepped inside behind her.

  She smiled hesitantly.

  He clasped her face between his hands. “I have wanted to do this for a long time.”

  “Do what?” she asked.

  He laughed. “Love you in the shower.”

  She glanced down. His cock was hard. Her eyes snapped back up to his. Here!

  He tangled his hands in her hair, stepping closer crushing her mouth beneath his.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body tightly against his, the water pouring over them.

  His tongue pushed into her mouth and met hers. She caressed his back, pushing her breasts harder against his chest.

  He broke the kiss skimmed his tongue down her neck then dropped to his knees. His tongue teased her nipples into hardened pinpoints.

  She arched into his mouth, water rushing down her head and back. He sucked harder and she moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair.

  Clay glanced up. “Turn around.” He stood, pulling her back against his chest, angling the showerhead to pour down on her, before twisting the nozzle to a steady stream.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “You’ll see.” He picked up her leg placing it on the tub edge. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”

  She did, exposing the front of her body to the water, feeling his cock throbbing against her ass. He moved, thrusting into her.

  She moaned. He cupped her breasts, massaging them as his hips moved in a steady but slow pace.

  She arched her neck, her head against his shoulder her fingers tightening in his hair.

  He gripped her hip taking a step backwards, pulling her with him. He opened her pussy lips, angling her hips so the water rushed over her clit.

  “Clay,” she whispered.

  “Sh…,” his mouth brushed her shoulder. “Just enjoy.”

  She closed her eyes, her body quivering as the water pulsed against her clit while Clay thrust into her from behind.

  His lips glided over her shoulder up her neck, sucking her earlobe into his mouth, his strokes faster.

  She clenched his hair, a moan breaking free. The combination of the water on her clit and him thrusting was driving her crazy. “Clay.” Her body clenched, waves of pleasure ebbing along her nerves.

  He groaned by her ear, his fingers tightening, his cock exploding, shooting his warmth deep.

  ****

  Clay turned Lily around, smiling into her eyes. He picked up the washcloth and soap, lathering the cloth. He washed every inch of her body taking his time over her sensitive spots. He didn’t miss an inch or a crevice, even washed her toes, before washing her hair.

  She was amazed, watched his every movement. No one had ever done something like that for her before. She enjoyed the moment. She loved it. He turned her around again handing her the washcloth.

  She smiled a little hesitantly, taking the cloth and soaping it, she washed him, every inch. She giggled over how much she enjoyed washing his body and washed his hair too.

  He leaned down, kissing her softly then turned the water off. He stepped out grabbed a towel drying her off then handed her the towel. She took the towel and happily dried him off.

  “Come on.” He brushed his lips over her shoulder. “Let’s get dressed and go eat.”

  They dressed and headed out to breakfast. They sat across from one another at another little café talking and enjoying each other’s company. They didn’t talk about anything important, casual conversation and she couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed talking to him. Just talking to him. She kept looking over at him, her eyes dancing with happiness, with acceptance, a large smile curving her lips.

  Clay noticed the way Lily was looking at him. “What?”

  “Nothing,” she whispered, her cheeks beginning to heat up.

  “Nothing.” He clasped her chin, watching her eyes, the blush run up her face. “There is something, tell me.”

  She laughed, rubbing her chin against his palm.

  He stared. It was the first time he heard her laugh. She had an amazingly wonderful laugh. He loved the sound and wanted to hear it more often.

  “I was thinking I enjoyed talking with you,” she confessed, her eyes meeting his.

  “Yeah,” he glided his fingers over her face, “I am glad, Lily, because I enjoy talking to you too.”

  She smiled brightly.

  “Come on.” He stood, holding his hand out to her. “I want to go shopping.”

  Chapter 17

  Clay saw the way Lily looked at the
shirt, walking up behind her he placed his hands on her shoulders. “Try it on.”

  She glanced at him, sucking her lower lip between her teeth, looking away from him and back to the shirt.

  His hands moved down her arms. “Your scars are low on your breasts. No one will see.”

  She glanced over her shoulder again, her eyes filled with doubts.

  “Come on, try it on, and see how it looks.” He brushed his lips along her cheek to her ear, reaching out he removed the shirt from the rack holding it in front of her. “Please.”

  Her fingers shook as she took the shirt from him, walking into the dressing room. She tried the shirt on. The neckline was rounded and low. She liked the way the shirt fit. She kept turning, checking in the mirror to see if her scars were visible. They weren’t, but if she bent over or the shirt gaped, they would be.

  She stepped out to show him, her cheeks hot.

  “Very cute.” He smiled. He noticed her hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

  “I… I…,” she gestured to the shirt, to her body.

  He stuck his finger under her chin lifting. “You don’t need to hide.”

  She swallowed hard. “If I bend over and someone sees.”

  He stared into her eyes, his finger brushing her chin. “No one should be looking down your shirt, well, except me, and if they do, we will deal with it.”

  She gulped, hesitant.

  “Come on, get your stuff.” He pushed her toward the dressing room. “Let’s get you some new clothes and a dress for tonight.”

  “I don’t need new clothes.” She turned at the door, looking at him.

  He rested his hands on his hips, feet spread, eyebrows raised, “But I want to buy you new clothes.”

  She looked down at the floor. “It is not necessary.”

  He waited for her to look up at him, “I want to. Let me.”

  She gave in and they spent the next three hours trying on new clothes for both of them. They laughed and giggled as they checked out each other’s outfits, making fun of each other. Lily was totally at ease with Clay.

  Together, they picked out a cocktail dress for her for dinner. It was a knee-length turquoise dress with a sweetheart neckline and Lily loved the dress almost as much as Clay did.

  ****

  They walked in the suite. She put her bags down just inside her room, Clay standing behind her.

  He grabbed her hand, pulling her into his room, into his arms, falling on the bed together.

  He rolled her beneath him, his mouth moving passionately over hers. He gripped her head ripping his lips from hers, breathing heavily.

  He groaned, rubbing his chin against hers, “you drive me out of my mind.”

  She smiled tracing his cheek with her fingers, leaning forward she brushed her mouth over his.

  “Stay with me.” His breath brushed her mouth.

  “What?” she gasped, her fingers stilling.

  “Stay with me.” He teased her lips with his tongue. “Don’t go back.”

  Her fingers fell off his face. “I have to, I have a job.”

  “You don’t need the job, I will provide for you.” He could see her struggle.

  “Don’t.” She placed her finger over his lips, silencing him. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have.”

  “I want more.” He sucked her finger into his mouth. “I want it all. The whole ball and chain and I want it with you.”

  She blinked repeatedly, her heart breaking, if only she could, but she couldn’t. He would change his mind once he found out about Jason. He wouldn’t want her anymore. She understood the reality. Hated it, but accepted it.

  “Clay,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of his lips, “I… it is not possible.”

  “Why?” he asked, his mouth brushed her chin nipping gently.

  “I can’t change.” She looked away from him, not wanting to meet his eyes.

  “I don’t want you to change.” He turned her face so he could see her dusky eyes.

  “No, you don’t understand.” She searched for the words. “I can’t change how I look, what happened.”

  He brushed her cheek with his fingers. “I’m not asking you to.”

  She stared at the ceiling. “There are many women out there. You will find one who can be what you need. I can’t.”

  “Why,” he growled, “because of your scars?”

  She shook her head. “They will never go away.”

  He gripped her hair. “I understand. Your scars don’t change the way I feel about you.”

  “You deserve, you need someone, who can be…,” she whispered, her eyes trained on his lips.

  “Who can be what?” his fingers slid through her hair.

  She glanced into his eyes. “You have to forget me. We can never be.”

  “Yes, we can,” he growled, running his fingers over her lips.

  A tear rolled down her face, she knew better. “I wish that were true.” She traced her fingers over his cheek, his eyes; her touch full of wonder.

  “It can be.” He closed his eyes, twisting his head into her touch.

  She smiled. She wasn’t going to argue with him not when they could be doing something else. She understood how this would pan out for her.

  Come tomorrow she would go home. Back to her lonely life, her lonely apartment always grateful for the kindness, the passion he had shown her. Maybe now she could come to live with her scars instead of being afraid of them.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  Clay stared at Lily. She didn’t believe him. He wasn’t sure how to go about convincing her. He was not going to let her walk out of his life tomorrow. He couldn’t.

  He lowered his head, their mouths met and her passion and need exploded. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pushing her body into his.

  He groaned, pulling her into a sitting position. He knew believing in someone had to be learned, earned, not given, and he had to earn it. He would.

  She rubbed her body against his.

  He grabbed her shirt pulling it over her head, unhooking her bra. She pushed his shirt over his shoulders, off his arms, and their chests met. She moaned against his lips.

  “Stand.” He held her hand to help her.

  She stood on the bed, watching him unbutton her jeans. He pulled them and her underwear down. Once at her ankles, she sat, helping him remove them. He leaned back, stripping his jeans off as well.

  Her eyes ate him up, loving that he was always ready for her. She climbed over him, kneeling as she slipped her hands into his hair kissing him. She rubbed her breasts against his chest her tongue dueling with his.

  His hands cruised down her sides over her ribs and back up to her breasts, teasing her nipples into hardened peaks. She moaned into his mouth, gasping as he pinched them.

  She broke the kiss, dragging her lips down his chest licking and sucking his nipples. Her lips moved over his stomach, taking his cock into her mouth, flicking his head with her tongue. Her hand circled him, loving the feel of his silky skin in her hands.

  She moved her mouth slowly up and down on his cock as his fingers tangled in her hair his hips beginning to pump into her mouth.

  He groaned, arching his neck back. He pulled her away. She glanced at him. He grabbed her hips pulling her up to him. “Turn around and straddle my mouth.”

  Intrigued, she did, spreading her knees over his shoulders as his hands caressed her ass. He pulled her down, pushing her legs wider, burying his tongue in her pussy.

  She moaned before sucking him into her mouth again. She cupped his balls stroking his base in tempo with her mouth moving along his shaft.

  He slid a finger deep inside of her sucking her clit as she took more of him into her mouth.

  His release simmering he surged into her mouth. “Lily.”

  She rolled her tongue around his head.

  He surged into her mouth again, clasping her hips tighter. He flicked her clit before resting his mouth against her thigh.


  He couldn’t think. His body was out of control. He wanted to slam into her mouth, to shoot down her throat.

  She was on fire, but wanted to bring him to his release. She moved off him, kneeling on the bed sucking his head before flicking her tongue around it.

  He growled lowly, his fingers entwining in her hair, surging he shoved his cock farther into her mouth.

  She took him, all she could; keeping the pace, the suction as his muscles tensed, his release breaking.

  “Lily,” Clay growled, his fingers clenching her head tightly. His hips pushed up against her as he shot in her mouth and down her throat.

  She swallowed some and dribbled some on him. She didn’t care and didn’t think he would either. She kept up the motion until his hips barely moved, his fingers loosening in her hair.

  She ran her tongue through his pubic hair, smiling. She had wanted to do what she had seen the girls do to the band members all those times in her parent’s house.

  She slid up, lying next to him, her hand on his chest.

  He grabbed her waist, pulling her up to his mouth. She spread her legs over his shoulders again, but this time she faced him.

  He gripped her thighs, pushing them apart as he pulled her down to his mouth. He licked her clit, laving at her pussy lips before sucking and nipping.

  She pumped her hips against his mouth, leaning forward she placed her hands on the bed, gripping the bedspread in her fists. She spread her legs more, pushing her pussy into his mouth.

  He gripped her ass as his tongue worked her clit. He sucked before slamming his tongue inside of her. Lily’s moans were the sweetest sounds he ever heard.

  He grabbed her waist pulling her back up, pushing her back to lie on top of him. He spread her pussy lips, flicking his tongue, his eyes on her face. “Touch your breasts for me.”

  She swallowed, glancing down at him.

  “I want to watch, go ahead play with them.” He grabbed her hand, guiding it up to her breast.

  She moved her other hand up under her breast massaging them with her thumbs on her nipples.

  He flicked her clit, his eyes on her hands. He grabbed her hips tighter pulling her closer to his mouth sucking her clit into his mouth.