She gives me a big hug when we leave and squeezes me tight. I think she’s tearing up when she backs up and looks at me.
“I’m really, really happy about you and Doctor O. You deserve to be happy and have lots and lots of orgasms.”
I laugh and say goodbye. Maybe she’s right, I do deserve to be happy. I can’t help but smile at the thought of going back to Clay’s house tonight.
Chapter 26 - Clay
I keep checking the clock. How long can one lunch take! She said she’d be back for dinner but the afternoon seems to be dragging on. I’ve cleaned my house from top to bottom and organised everything, making sure my TV worked and thought of some movies we could watch. I even scrubbed my microwave for some reason, as if she’s going to open it up and check that it’s clean.
I know I’m just trying to keep myself busy, to stop myself watching the clock. It’s not working. I haven’t been this excited to see a girl since I was in high school. It’s taking all my self control to not text her twelve times. It’s like I don’t even know myself anymore. Maybe it’s the thrill of giving her her first orgasm, the novelty will wear off and I’ll be back to myself in a couple days.
I hope so.
Still, it’s kind of thrilling to feel like this. To care about what she thinks and what she says. Plus, I can’t wait to have my arms wrapped around that tight body of hers again, feeling her tits pressed up against me and her nipples hardening. Just the thought of her nakedness makes me want her, badly.
My phone dings and I practically pounce on it. It’s her. The novelty certainly hasn’t worn off yet.
Hey, just at home changing and showering. You still down for Thai food tonight?
My fingers can’t type fast enough.
Sounds good but I don’t care about the food. I just want to eat you. Get back here I’m dying to taste your pussy again.
I pause before hitting send. Maybe that’s coming on a bit too strong. I don’t know if she’s into dirty talk, she’s only just had her first orgasm. I erase the message and restart.
Sounds good. What time do you think you’ll be over?
7ish :)
Sevenish. That’s two more hours away. My heart sinks.
Get a grip! I’m a grown man, I can wait two hours. I pop on one of the movies I’d chosen earlier and grab a beer out of the fridge to help the time go by.
Finally an eternity later my buzzer rings. I jump-hop out of my seat and over to the intercom.
“It’s me!” Her voice rings over the speaker. I buzz her up. My palms are sweaty. I can’t wait to see her and feel her in my arms again. I want more time with her to explore her body, get to know every curve and every bend. I want to taste her again and make her come again and again and again.
A light knock at the door and she’s here.
“Hey,” she says simply, holding up a big bag of styrofoam containers. “I brought food! I’m not sure what you like but I got my favourites so that’s what you’re stuck with.”
She’s dressed like she was in my office, in a simple tank top and jeans. I’ve never seen her look so good. Her hair is cascading all around her and she’s smiling at me in that honest, innocent smile that lights up her face.
I say nothing, just lean down and crush my lips against hers. They taste better than I remember. I grab the bag of food out of her hands and place it on the counter, turning around to lift her up over my shoulder. Her feet are dangling in front of me and I put my arm across her thighs.
“I’ve been dying here on my own,” I tell her as I carry her towards my bedroom.
“Poor you,” she says sarcastically.
I throw her down on the bed and jump on top of her. I’ve been thinking of this all day, of having her body underneath mine. I devour her lips and move down towards her neck. I trace the line of her collarbone with my lips and bring my hands over her stomach, her breasts, her arms. I breathe in and feel the hammering in my chest as her perfume fills my nostrils.
My head spins and my body takes over. She’s under me, around me, over me. Her hair falls across her face and her mouth opens and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. I can’t help myself, I just want to be closer, closer, closer. The sound of her moans is music, the touch of her skin is magic. I don’t think about what it means that my heart is soaring every time I look at her or touch her. All that matters is her, and her pleasure, and her body here next to mine.
She sits up so that she’s straddling me and pulls her tank top off over her head. She unclasps her bra and throws it to the side and my hands fly up to grab her tits. They’re perfect and soft and she leans into my touch, closing her eyes as I feel her body.
Val opens her eyes back up and moves down my legs, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my legs. I help her pull my boxers down and my hard cock springs free. She grabs it in her small hand and starts stroking it gently up and down. I groan, it feels so good.
I watch as she works her hand up and down the shaft and my cock gets harder in response. My breath catches in my throat when she leans her head down and kisses the tip of it. Her mouth opens and I feel the warmth of her lips over the head of my cock. The feeling is insane. My cock fills her mouth and she starts bobbing her head up and down.
I can’t keep my eyes off her, off my cock going in and out of her mouth and her hair cascading on either side. I run my hands through her hair and gather it all behind her head, moving my hand with the motion of her head.
The sound of her licking and sucking my cock is almost too much to handle. She swirls her tongue around the tip and I moan in pleasure. This is the best feeling in the world.
“Val,” I breathe.
She moans in response, not slowing down her movements. Her hand is cupping my balls and she uses her other hand to stroke the bottom of my shaft as her mouth works the top. I can feel my balls tighten up towards my cock and I use her hair to pull her off me. I’m breathing hard.
“Val, you need to stop. I don’t want to come yet.”
She moves her hand to her lips and wipes a bit of spit away. The look in her eyes is pure lust and just looking at her makes me want to explode.
Chapter 27 - Valerie
Clay’s looking at me, panting. He puts his hands under my arms and pulls me up towards him, crushing his lips against mine and wrapping himself around me. The heat from his body sends sparks flying through me every time he touches me.
The way Clay touches me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s like he’s everywhere around me, his heat passes through me and his hands are touching me everywhere at once. Every time his fingers trail over my skin I feel an electric current straight to my centre. His touch is soft and then all of a sudden his hands are gripping my waist and I want nothing more than to feel him inside me.
I roll to my side and pull off my jeans. As soon as I kick them off he grabs my hips, turning me over so that I’m straddling him. I’m wearing nothing but the lacy black thong I chose this afternoon and I can feel his hard cock pressed against my hip bone. I’ve never felt so alive. All I want is his cock inside me. I can feel the excitement growing in the pit of my stomach as I grind my hips slowly and listen to him groan.
I want to feel it again. I want to feel the orgasm course through my body, making me tingle and contract. I put my hands on his chest and lean forward while he grabs my ass. The touch of his hands is electrifying. I slide my hands down, feeling every bump of his abs until I reach his crotch. I grab his cock and feel the smooth hardness of his it in my hand. It feels hot in my hand as I stroke it gently. He reaches down and slides on a condom before slipping my panties to the side.
I can feel his hardness at my entrance, and the fabric of my panties is rubbing my lips and clit and making them extra sensitive. I sit back and his cock slides into me. A moan escapes my open lips as my other lips part to let him enter me. Inch by inch, he slides in until I’m sitting back on him. His hands are all over me, gripping me down and pulling me into him. I feel whole.
It feels better than good, better than great. My body bounces and grinds on top of him and I feel the pressure of my orgasm growing inside me. It’s almost instinctive now, it’s easy to feel the heat growing inside me. Instead of focusing on it I look at Clay, at his face and the way his eyes are locked into mine.
There’s nowhere else to be, nowhere to go. This is where I’m meant to be. He moves his finger to my tender bud and the touch sends shivers through my entire body. I lean into him, taking him deeper inside me as my walls contract around him. His fingers work their way around my bud and I feel the orgasm growing in the pit of my stomach.
With his other hand, Clay pulls himself deeper into me and moves his hips to push himself even further inside. It feels good to be full of him, too good. I can’t help it anymore, the pleasure in my centre explodes and I go flying over the edge.
The third orgasm of my life sets my body on fire until my vision blurs and my body shivers. He thrusts into me and I feel his cock harden even more right before he fills the condom with his seed. He grunts in satisfaction and our bodies contract around each other outside of our control. I collapse on top of him and he wraps his arms around me, kissing my forehead softly.
We lay motionless until our heartbeats slow and the breath returns to our bodies.
“How do you do that,” I ask.
Clay chuckles. “It just feels good between us. It’s not me, it’s us.”
I lift my head and look in his eyes. He’s not being sarcastic. My body seems to fit perfectly into his, and I nuzzle into him a bit more. Maybe it is just good between us, maybe this is different from everyone else’s sex. It feels like we’re irresistibly drawn to each other.
“I tried the vibrator,” I confess.
“Oh yeah?” his voice is almost tentative.
“It didn’t work. I couldn’t do it. I don’t know how I can do it with you, it’s just… different.”
“We’ve clicked.”
We lay in silence for a while. It feels good to be open with him, to be honest about my problem. Well, I guess it’s not so much of a problem anymore. He’s unlocked something in me, something that was buried deep. When he touches me I can let go.
I lay in his arms and breathe in his scent. This is the most comfortable I’ve ever been. I look up at his face and he tilts his chin down to meet my gaze. He places a soft kiss on my forehead and pulls me in closer to him. I’d trade any sale, any leaderboard for this feeling.
Chapter 28 - Clay
I want to tell her everything about me, about my life and upbringing, about my time at medical school. My time as a stripper. How I worked on this apartment until it was completely transformed. About my ex, and the way she hurt me. I want her to know everything about me and I want to know everything about her. But every time I open my mouth the words catch in my throat and I can’t tell her anything. She’s in my arms and I feel more content than I’ve felt in years but I’ve lost my ability to speak.
I feel a twinge in my chest when I try to relax into the feeling. I can’t let that happen again, let myself be stomped on and crushed by a woman. I take a deep breath and try to harden myself. I’ll get bored of her like I get bored of every girl. But then, as if she senses my unease, she lifts her hand and runs her fingertips all over my chest, back and forth across until I have no choice but to relax into her touch.
“So why are you selling this place,” she asks, breaking the silence. “It’s beautiful.”
“I’m moving,” I respond, blurting it out.
“Oh yeah?” Her voice sounds a bit strained, like her words are ever so slightly forced.
“To Seattle.”
Her body tenses slightly. “Seattle?”
“For work. The country’s best cardiologist is there and I want to learn from him. I’ve been working towards it since I started medical school and it finally looks like it’s going to happen.”
“That’s really great, congratulations,” she says, but her voice is flat. She doesn’t seem to be happy for me at all. At least it’s out in the open now. Don’t get attached, girl, because I’m leaving. You’re lucky you’ve seen me twice as it is.
The realisation that I’m leaving hits me now. Of course I shouldn’t open up to her, I’m leaving! I’m moving across the country and I have no time for this as it is. This is just a bit of fun caused by a mutual attraction. She needed help getting off and I’m here to provide that help. That’s all. Or at least that’s what I need to keep telling myself. I’m letting this get away from me.
She sits up in the bed and looks at me, smiling. Her face is almost radiant, and I love how her hair is like a mane around her head. I can’t help but smile back. Spending a bit of time together won’t hurt. Seattle isn’t confirmed, after all.
“Let’s get some food,” she says. “I’m starving.”
“What did you get?” I ask.
“Only the best Thai food in New York! You won’t be disappointed.”
We get up and share the food she brought. I crack open a couple beers and hand her one. It’s comfortable being here with her. I like the way she tucks one foot under herself on the chair when we sit down to eat, and the way she tucks her hair behind her ear before taking a bite. It’s like she’s just as comfortable with me as I am with her.
I never thought I’d want this, never thought I’d actually look forward to spending time with one woman so much. She laughs at something I say and her face lights up, eyes crinkling a little bit at the corner. My heart beats a little bit harder and I wish I could bottle some of that laugh and take a sip of it whenever I’m feeling down.
I wonder what this feeling is, why my heart feels light. And then it hits me: I’m happy.
“I still don’t think you should sell this place,” she says to me. “It’s too perfect. And you worked so hard on it. Can’t you go to Seattle and keep it, at least for a little while? Rent it out or something?”
“I hadn’t really considered that. I kind of just wanted a clean break. There’s nothing holding me in New York anymore.”
“Anymore? What happened?”
“Nothing. What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?!”
She laughs that gorgeous laugh again. “Fine, sell it, but make sure you sell it to one of my clients because I wouldn’t mind the commission.”
We sit on the couch together and I put on one of the movies I chose. I look at her sideways and notice a freckle on her neck, right below her ear. I lean over and kiss it without thinking. She giggles and turns her head towards me, finding my lips and kissing me softly. The movie starts up and she turns towards it.
“Oh! Pulp Fiction! One of my favourites!” she exclaims. I look over at her in surprise.
“Really?! Me too. Girls don’t usually like this movie. I thought you’d want to watch The Notebook or something.”
“Girls don’t usually like this movie?! What kind of girls?! I thought you weren’t a ‘hang out on the couch and watch movies with a girl’ kind of guy. And plus, The Notebook is a classic and I’d appreciate it if you spoke about it with respect.” She nudges me in the ribs with her elbow and I laugh. I put my arm around her and we settle in for the movie.
I didn’t know I could be so content just sitting in my apartment on a Saturday night.
Chapter 29 - Valerie
I leave Clay’s apartment early Monday morning, and I need to rush home to get changed before going to work. What a weekend. I didn’t think I’d stay over all day Sunday but I didn’t want to leave, and he didn’t want me to either. All we did was talk and laugh and fuck and eat and sleep. I wish I could spend every day that way. It’s so nice to be around him, we fit so well together and have been instantly comfortable around each other.
My heart is soaring as I head to work, and I can’t stop smiling. I should be angry or disappointed that the sale didn’t go through this weekend, but I don’t care. I’ll get another sale somehow. I still have time to make it to the top of the sales board. Right now I’m just enjoying the fee
ling of knowing I’ll be seeing Clay again tonight.
Maybe things are moving too fast. He did say he was moving to Seattle soon, and I have no interest in being in a long distance relationship. It’s just so easy, so nice to be around him. We like all the same movies and shows, we laugh at the same things. I’ve never clicked with someone so easily.
And of course, I’ve never had orgasms before him and I’m not sure anyone could give me one after. It’s like he knows my body better than I know it myself. I’m still just exploring my own body with him, discovering new sensations and new sensitive spots with Clay’s help. Just the thought of his hands on me makes the blood rush to my centre and I can feel the wetness growing inside me.
I pull into the work parking lot and feel like I should have brought a change of underwear. My phone buzzes.
You miss me yet?
I smile. It’s like he knew that I was thinking about him, that I wanted to feel his touch.
Was just thinking how much I want your hands all over me.
I have a surprise for you tonight. Come by my place when you finish up at work.
A surprise! I wonder what he has in store. I’m buzzing today, getting things done that I’ve been putting off and even closing a small sale. Things are going well. Chris emails me apologising for the mix-up on the weekend. I smile as I read his apology. If only he knew that the mix-up was the best thing to happen to me in months, maybe even years. I respond as graciously as I can without telling him anything about my personal life.
If anyone found out I’d slept with a potential seller it would be the end of my career. I’m sure if anyone found out he slept with a patient it would be the end of his. We’re both playing with fire, but the heat feels too good.
Anytime my thoughts flick back to Clay I can feel the blood rushing down between my legs. I didn’t know someone could have such an effect on me. It’s not just the sex though, it’s nice to be around him and laughing with him. He has a calming influence, even when he’s making me as excited as I’ve ever been.
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