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 set
tle 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 feeling 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.
I need to remind myself he’s leaving soon, and I shouldn’t get too attached.
Five o’clock finally hits and I jump out of my desk. It’s nice to have something to look forward to after work. I rush home to shower and change into my favourite tight jeans and head over to SoHo to see Clay. I don’t remember the last time I was this excited to see someone. A small part of my brain is screaming at me to be careful, to take it slow, but how can I take it slow with him! All I want to do is be next to him. I shove those thoughts away, to the back of my brain. Right now all I want is him.
He opens the door as if he was standing there waiting for me. I rush towards him and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him. I can feel his hands sliding down my back as I lift my lips towards him. There’s no need for words. I already feel wet with desire, and spending all day at work thinking about it hasn’t made it any easier. His strong, muscular body is wrapped around mine as he pulls me into his apartment, kicking the door closed behind me. He puts his hands on my waist and lifts me up, placing me down on the kitchen island next to us.
My feet are dangling off the edge and I wrap them around his hips. He pulls my ass closer to him and kisses me again, crushing his lips into mine and letting our tongues dance between them. I tangle my fingers into his hair and pull him closer to me, and then reach down and unbutton his jeans. I slide them down his thighs frantically and he helps me to drop them the rest of the way.
His cock is hard, pressed up against the waistband of his boxers. I stroke it gently through the fabric as he kisses me, and his moans slip through our kiss. He slides his hands over my waist and up towards my breasts, cupping them in his hands as I stroke him. Then his hands slide back down and it’s his turn to undress me. In an instant I’m sitting on his kitchen counter with nothing on below the waist.
He reaches down to his jeans and pulls out a condom. He doesn’t even bother taking his boxers off, just flips his cock out and rolls the condom on. My heart is pounding as I watch him, my opening flooded with my desire. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as his cock inside me. He grabs me by the ass and pulls me to the edge of the island towards him. In one smooth stroke, his cock glides inside me and I moan with pleasure.
His cock fits perfectly inside me, and it feels like his hands are exactly where they are meant to be. Every touch of his fingers sends sparks down my spine and I wrap myself around him, trying to get closer, deeper.
He grunts as he thrusts into me harder. He’s being more rough than this weekend and I’m loving it. All I’ve been thinking about all day is his hard cock rammed inside me. He grinds his cock into me harder, and his eyes are half-closed with pure desire.
My arms fall back and I lean back on my elbows, letting him support my ass as he thrusts deeper. Every time his cock enters me it sends a shockwave through my body. My moans turn to screams but I don’t care. He’s grunting with every thrust and the look on his face is a laser focus on my body. He looks down at his cock sliding in and out of me and lets out a breathy moan.
The sound travels through me and I feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. I slide my hand towards my bud and tentatively touch myself. It’s the first time I’ve ever touched myself in front of someone. Clay moans as he watches me and my tentativeness disappears. He thrusts his cock inside me and I circle and rub my clit until I feel myself letting go.
My body erupts, explodes, contracts. I can feel my pussy contracting around his
cock, gripping it tightly as he moves it in and out of me. My screams get louder as I come, mixing with his moans of pleasure. He pulls me ever closer and my whole body shakes like a rag doll until he fills the condom with his seed. With a shudder he stops and we stay motionless for a second.
He pulls himself out of me and my legs fall down. I lay back on the island, needing a moment to recover. Once again my head is spinning and I can’t speak for a few moments.
I take the opportunity to watch Clay. I look at the man who has been able to make me come all weekend and watch the way he moves. His huge body is almost graceful as he gets rid of the condom and pulls his boxers and pants back on. I love watching the way his muscles contract and ripple under his skin, the way his shoulder blades move on his back. I could just lie here and watch him all night.
He turns towards me and helps to lift me off the island. I slip to the ground and wrap my arms around his neck.
“So was that my surprise?” I ask with a grin. He looks over at me sideways.
“Get dressed, sexy. I’m taking you to my secret place.”
“You’ve already taken me to my secret place today so I’m happy.”
He laughs and plants a kiss on my lips, and then motions for me to get dressed. I wonder what his secret place is?
Chapter 30 - Clay
I wasn’t planning on fucking like animals the minute she walked in, but how could I resist when I saw her. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I watch her as she slips her shirt back on, the way her tits move up her chest and then back down. It’s not right for something to feel this good.
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sp; She’s dressed and turns to me expectantly. I grab her by the hand and pull her through the front door, closing it behind me.
“Where are we going? Am I dressed OK? If I’d have known we were going out I would have dressed up a bit more.”
“Shh, Val. You look perfect. Too many questions.”
“I think you like it when I pester you with questions,” she says with a grin.
I pull her along the hallway past the elevators. At the end of the hall there’s a heavy metal door. I push it open and let her step through. We go up a flight of stairs to another doorway that Val pushes open herself. I hear her gasp as we step out onto the roof.
It’s my favourite view of the city. A clear view of the skyline, the cars and people rushing below. It’s my oasis. I built a small deck up here and have a table set up with two places set. I walk over, light the candles I’ve prepared and open a bottle of wine. Val’s eyes are wide as she takes it all in.
“You did all this? You did all this for me?”
I say nothing, only pour her some wine and pull out the appetisers I’d prepared earlier. It’s simple, just some smoked salmon and capers with some bread, but she seems impressed.
We share the food and she looks around at the lights of the city with stars in her eyes.
“It’s beautiful up here,” she says dreamily. “This wasn’t advertised on the listing, it would be a major selling point.”
“I love coming here. I haven’t technically got planning approval for a deck up here, but I built it anyways. No one’s complained so it’s been my secret spot for the past few years. It’s where I come when I need some space from the city.”
“You built this?! It’s amazing. And this food!” She groans in in approval and my cock twitches in my pants. I watch her for a moment and then jump up.
“Food! Shit!” I get up, almost knocking over my glass of wine and rush downstairs. I pull out the roast beef from the oven and thankfully it’s not overcooked. Our little romp on the kitchen counter delayed my serving dinner, but it looks ok. I dish up a couple plates and bring them up to Valerie.
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