I shook those thoughts from my head.
My eyes flickered to the nightstand, snagging on the condom and bottle of lube waiting for us. It made me smile because it was extremely him, the two items lined up and handy. He was so damn cute, so silly and amazing and dorky, and I liked it so, so much. Way more than I should. That thought flashed through my head much too often, and I always shook it off, making sure to outwardly stress we were friends and just screwing around, while inside a quiet little voice wanted to ask him to keep me.
Yeah, my thoughts were so fucked up tonight. I needed to chill the hell out.
I didn’t want to wake him, so I quietly stripped out of my clothes and put them in the laundry basket. Even though he’d teased me about socks earlier, I was much better at making sure I cleaned up after myself.
Clark didn’t move when I slipped his glasses off and set them down, when I clicked off the light and climbed into bed beside him. Unfortunately, my dick was half-hard and my eyes fully open. I turned down the lighting on my phone so it wouldn’t be too bright, and pulled up the ad I’d run into before. My pulse kicked up that it was still there.
For the hundredth time, I read it, wanted it. It was stupid. I had zero experience. There were probably people way more qualified than me—and, okay, I might have had a slight fear of rejection when I really cared about something.
Clark shifted beside me. I knew without looking that he was awake, and as crazy as it was, just that simple thought made a smile tug at my lips.
“Oh shit. I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
“Yeah, here I was, dying for your cock all night, and you’re like, Nah, I’m good. I think I’ll go to sleep,” I teased, setting my phone on the nightstand.
“No, that’s not—”
“I’m giving you shit, baby. It’s not a big deal. You were tired.” I rolled over to see Clark on his side. There was just enough light in the room that I could tell he was looking at me. “It’s okay to need your sleep.” I fingered a lock of his hair.
“I don’t need sleep,” he countered. “Well, eventually I’ll need sleep, but I don’t… I want you. God, I really, really want you.”
I sucked in a sharp breath at that, my erection growing. “I want you too,” I admitted, just before Clark’s mouth came down on mine. His tongue probed my lips as I rolled to my back, taking him with me so he lay on top of me. He thrust against me, one arm on each side of my head, boxing me in, our tongues tangling, our groins rutting against each other.
He’d been flaccid when I got into bed, but he was already hard, his erection long and hot against mine. My nails dug into his ass, and I spread my legs, trying to pull him closer as we kept kissing and he moaned into my mouth. When his lips began to trail down my neck, I arched toward him. “Turn on the light. I wanna see you.”
Clark leaned over, reaching and fumbling, a soft chuckle falling from his lips before he finally managed to get the light on. “I’m a little excited.” His voice was quiet, bashful, but all it did was turn me on more.
“Me too. I love having my hole played with. I can’t wait to feel you stretching me out for that big cock of yours. When I’m going out of my mind for it, I’ll get on my hands and knees for you like I promised. Does that sound good, baby?”
His cheeks were my favorite shade of pink. “Fuck yes.” Clark’s mouth came down on mine again. We kissed until my jaw hurt, until I really did think I was going to lose my mind from how much I wanted him, and he hadn’t even touched my ass yet.
“Please.” I wasn’t above begging.
“Yeah, yeah okay. I just… Let me know if I do something wrong. I’ve only done this once and—”
“Hey, hey. We’re good. Don’t worry. You’re not going to do anything wrong, but if something doesn’t feel good, I’ll tell you. Come on, you know me better than that. You know I have a big mouth.” I tried to make light of it, but Clark didn’t take the bait. His face was serious, all concern and concentration as he nodded, and then he ran his nose down my cheek. “How do you want me?” I asked, hoping my instincts were right and he wanted to lead me but didn’t know how.
Clark’s eyes flared with heat. “For now, just like this. I’ll tell you when I want you to move.”
My cock spasmed against my stomach. I bit my lip. “Okay.”
Clark got up on his knees and reached for the lube. He slicked his fingers, then bent down and took my cock into his hot, wet mouth while his fingers journeyed down and behind my balls. I spread my legs as wide as I could, held them back for him so he would have room to play. When he sucked my crown, simultaneously circling my rim with his wet finger, I fucking whimpered. Goddamn Clark and the power he had over me.
“Fuck yesss,” I hissed, hand in his hair. He didn’t penetrate me yet, just kept drawing circles, before tapping me and sucking me. “Push it in.”
“Not yet,” he said around my cock.
“You’re trying to torture me, aren’t you?”
“Do you like it?” Clark’s tongue was at the base of my shaft, and he licked his way up.
“Obviously. Christ, you know I do. I’ve wanted your dick for weeks.”
“I don’t know what you do to me,” he said, almost in awe. He was looking at me with hooded eyes, still tormenting my hole with gentle circles and taps. “It’s like you let something loose inside me, let something free that I didn’t know was there, or…maybe it’s usually trapped, but when I’m with you, I can’t hold it back.”
I swear to God I almost stroked out. My heart punched my chest, and I thought it was going to explode. It was even worse than my Clark-induced flu. Why did liking someone make you feel like you were gonna die? And like you might actually love it? Like it might somehow be all your favorite things in the world combined?
He took me into his mouth again, sucking and licking, his finger teasing me. I thrust toward him, fisted my hands in the blanket, and holy fuck, this Clark needed to come out and play much more often.
“If you don’t stick something inside me, I’m gonna kill you—oh fuck.” My body melted into the bed when Clark pushed a finger in.
He stilled. “Is that a good oh fuck?”
“The best oh fuck that ever fucked,” I joked, and he laughed. “Come here.” I tugged him over me so he could kiss me again. Clark’s tongue swept my mouth while his finger fucked into my ass. I knew his taste, his scent, the feel of his body and the little sounds he made.
I groaned, pulling his hair again when one finger became two, and he kept stroking inside me. “Damn, that feels so good.” My back arched off the bed. My balls were full, aching, my cock leaking onto my belly.
“Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier than you writhing beneath me,” Clark said. “I can’t believe it’s me who’s making you do it.”
My heart jumped a little at that. Oh, my sweet Clark. “Believe it, and please, please, fuck me, before I throw you down on the mattress and just ride your dick.”
Clark growled, then kissed me hard. Suddenly his fingers were gone, and I called out for him. “I’m right here, gorgeous. I’m not going anywhere,” he said, and oh, I liked that, liked hearing Clark call me gorgeous. He moved away from me, and I missed the heat of his body instantly. “I want you on your hands and knees now. I, um…wanna see your ass in the air.”