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. This 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, my cock going in and out of her mouth and her hair falling down 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 toward 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.
27
Valerie
Clay has his eyes glued on me, panting. He puts his hands under my arms and pulls me up toward 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 passing through me and his hands touching me everywhere at once. Every time his fingers trail over my skin I feel an electric current straight to my center. 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’ve never thought of myself as an overly sexual person, but Clay grinds his hips against mine and my mind goes blank. There’s an ache inside me, a need. I feel empty all of a sudden, and all I want is him.
I roll to my side and pull off my jeans. Clay does the same, stripping down completely. As soon as I kick my pants 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. The excitement is growing in the pit of my stomach as I grind my hips slowly and listen to him moan. Every noise he makes reverberates in my chest and sends a new wave of thrills through my body.
I want to feel it again. I want to feel the orgasm course through my veins, 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 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 in the most deliciously intoxicating way. 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 top of him. His hands are all over me, gripping me down and pulling me onto 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. This time it’s easier. I’m not afraid of the release, I’m running to it. Right now, with him, 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 onto mine.
There’s nowhere else to be, nowhere to go. Nowhere else I’d want 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. He slides my panties a bit further over and twirls his thumb over me. 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. I focus my thoughts on that ball of flames in the pit of my stomach. The pleasure in my center 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. I gasp. I can feel it. I can feel him. It’s the most incredible feeling in the world.
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, panting and finally 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 definitely feels different than sex with my ex.
“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 and any leaderboard for this feeling.
28
Clay
I want to tell her everything about me, about my life and upbringing, about my time at medical school. I want to tell her about my time as a male entertainer, and 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 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 it’s been my dream ever since I was a kid. I’ve been working toward 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 realization that I’m leaving hi
ts 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. My brain quiets down and my lips curl up into a smile. 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. My stomach grumbles and Val laughs.
“Only the best Thai food in New York. You won’t be disappointed.” She jumps off me and winks before heading to the bathroom. I pull my clothes back on and stretch my arms over my head. I run my fingers through my hair and let all the air out of my lungs.
“Oh, come on,” Val laughs as she reappears. “Life’s not that bad.”
I grin. “It's not bad at all.”
We head to the kitchen 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 folds one leg 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. The realization hits me hard, and my forkful of Thai food stays suspended between my plate and my mouth. Val doesn’t seem to notice.
“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?” She tilts her head to the side and locks those pretty blue eyes on me. I shift in my seat and stab my food with my fork.
“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.”
I grin. “I see what this is about,” I say, motioning between us with my fork. “No wonder you came back to me.”
She laughs. “I’m playing you like a violin, Doctor.”
I chuckle and shake my head. If that were true, this whole thing wouldn’t be so confusing to me.
We sit on the couch together and I put on one of my movies. 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 toward me, finding my lips and kissing me softly. The movie starts up and she turns to watch it.
“Oh! Pulp Fiction. One of my favorites,” 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.”
She rolls her eyes. “I know plenty of girls who like lots of types of movies. Plus, I thought you weren’t a ‘hang out on the couch and watch movies with a girl’ kind of guy.” She looks at me sideways. “And excuse you, but 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.
“All right, you got me. I have no idea what movies girls like.”
“Shh, it’s starting,” she says. I look over at her, at that freckle below her ear and the way she’s curled up beside me and I settle into her. I can enjoy this, can’t I? I’ve told her I’m leaving soon, so she won’t get attached and neither will I.
At least, I hope I won’t.
29
Valerie
I leave Clay’s apartment early Monday morning, and I need to rush home to get changed before going to work. My eyes are swollen from lack of sleep, and my whole body is aching but I’ve got a big grin on my face.
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 have sex and talk and laugh and eat and sleep. I wish I could spend every day that way.
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.
I push the door open and glide to my desk. When I flop down on my chair, I take a deep breath.
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 and 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.
Part of me is sad that there’s a timeline. And obviously, 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 center and I can feel the wetness growing inside me.
I shift in my seat. Maybe 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 and 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 put my phone down and smooth my hair with my hands. I glance around at my coworkers, busy tapping away on their keyboards. They have no idea of the transformational weekend I’ve just had. I get up and go to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee.
“You’re in a good mood,” Trina, another agent, says to me as she reaches for a mug. “Good weekend?”
“Oh, the usual,” I lie. “Relaxing.”
She makes a noise and nods as I grab my mug and head back to my desk. My lips are twitching and I feel like skipping.
I’m buzzing today, getting things done that I’ve been putting off and even closing a small sale. Chris emails me, apologizing 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 to stop.
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. He has a calming influence, even when he’s making me as excited as I’ve ever been.
I shake my head and stare at my computer screen. If anything, he’s a distraction right now. I need to remind myself he’s leaving soon, and I shouldn’t get too attached.
Five o’clock finally hits and I jump away from my desk. It’s a nice change to have something to look forward to after work. I rush home to shower and change into my favor
ite 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 to enjoy myself. Can’t a girl have a couple orgasms without worrying about it?
He opens the door as if he was standing there waiting for me. I rush toward him and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him. I can feel his hands sliding down my back as I tilt my face to look at 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 closest available surface, which happens to be the island in the kitchen.
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 to 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.
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