Chapter 14
Clay
My body feels like it’s made of squishy marshmallows, and my brain is pleasantly quiet when I wake up. I wiggle against the large body spooned around me and let out a happy sigh.
I don’t know what’s going on with Max, but last night was unbelievable.
My dick shifts against my stomach, already hard and getting harder at the memory of Max’s hands and mouth all over me last night.
I shift and end up with Max’s monstrous cock wedged between my ass cheeks.
A sleepy moan vibrates in his chest and makes my balls tingle.
In the past ten years, I’ve been too focused on finding a man I’m compatible with in bed to worry too much about finding a man who’s my type. But Max is all that and then some. He’s pure, unfiltered masculine energy. He’s all hair, sweat, and rough hands.
And the way he took care of me last night? I shiver at the memory. He was a little unsure of himself at first, but once he got going with binding me, I could tell he liked it as much as I did. Every time he looked at me tied up and spread out for him, he let out a little moan. I’m not even sure he realized he was doing it, but it was hot as fuck.
“Good morning,” Max rasps in a sleep rough voice, his lips brushing against the back of my neck.
“Morning,” I reply breathlessly.
“What do we have here?” Max asks playfully as he palms my erection through the sheets.
“We generally call that morning wood, big guy.”
“You call it morning wood, I call it breakfast.”
“Jesus,” I whimper, grinding into his hand. “Weren’t you straight like five minutes ago?”
“Apparently not so much.” Max chuckles as he nibbles my throat.
As much as I want to just leave it at that and enjoy what his hand is now doing, I know I need to make sure he’s not feeling weird about anything that’s happened.
“Max,” I gasp. “Hold on a second.”
His hand stills.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Hell no, you’re incredible. I just want to make sure you’re okay. I know we were just joking about it, but you were straight like five minutes ago.”
“I don’t think I was though,” Max argues. “I think I have been in denial about my attraction to you for a long time.”
My breath catches, and I have the urge to pinch myself. This can’t be real. God, Beck is going to have so many I told you sos ready for me.
“So, do you think you’re bi?”
I feel Max shrug against my back.
“I don’t know; I guess so. I’ve been wrestling with it in my head for two weeks, and I don’t have an answer. But maybe it doesn’t need a label. Once you put a label on something, there are all these expectations. I know I’m really into you. Does there need to be more of an explanation than that?”
“No, that’s enough for me. But what does that mean for us? Are we dating?” I ask as I run my fingers up and down the arm Max still has wrapped around me.
“Can we take things slow?” he asks with uncertainty in his voice. “I’m not sure I’m ready to be out in the open or whatever. But I do want to take you nice places and be able to kiss and touch you whenever I want when we’re at home. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s okay,” I agree with a smile.
“Now, where were we?” He wraps his hand around my flagging erection and starts to stroke again. “The bondage stuff, is that a requirement for sex for you?”
“Yeah, kind of,” I admit, bracing myself for that to be a deal breaker. Sure, tying someone up once in a while can be fun, but who wants to be with someone that they have to restrain every time?
“Does it have to be ropes, or am I allowed to get creative with restraints? You seemed okay with being held down the other night instead of being tied.”
My heart rate ticks up at the memory. “I need to be unable to move. I need to feel like my partner is worrying about all my pleasure, and all I need to do is feel it.”
“I can definitely handle that,” Max agrees without hesitation.
A wave of relief washes over me, and I nearly cry with relief. Is it possible Max could accept every part of me?
It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone I trust the way I trust Max. In fact, I haven’t trusted a partner since Jake left.
I roll to face Max and wrap my hand around his thick shaft for the first time. It’s hot and smooth in my hand, hard and begging for my mouth.
“You’ve had all the fun so far; I think it’s my turn.”
I shove Max’s shoulder and climb on top of him once he’s on his back.
I can’t resist running my hands all over his broad, furry chest and down his firm abs. I never thought much about hair on a man before, but damn, does it work on Max.
Max’s hands on my ass squeeze and massage.
“In case you’re wondering, just because I’ve never been with a man doesn’t mean I’ve never done butt stuff,” Max assures me as I kiss along his chest.
I snort a laugh. “Butt stuff? Did you really just say butt stuff?”
Max rolls his eyes and smiles at me as I pinch one of his nipples, eliciting a hiss of pleasure.
“I’ve eaten and fucked ass; is that what you’re looking for?” Max corrects.
“Oh, it’s definitely what I’m looking for,” I tease. “But not right now. This morning I’m going to suck you off and then make you a nice breakfast.”
“Careful, you’re going to spoil me.”
“You deserve to be spoiled.” With that, I dip under the blankets and finally get up close and personal with Max’s impressive cock.
He’s heavy in my hand. And he’s uncircumcised. I’ve never had the opportunity to play with an uncut cock before, and there’s something I’ve always wanted to do…
I lick around the crown and then gently nibble at his foreskin, and Max jackknifes off the bed.
“Holy fucking shit,” he gasps, and I grin to myself.
I press a kiss to the base of his shaft and then run my tongue from root to tip like I’m licking a Popsicle.
Max threads his fingers through my hair as he writhes under my teasing ministrations.
After a dozen or so licks, I focus my attention back on the sensitive skin around the head. I suck and nibble it again while Max moans and bucks his hips.
By the time I finally stretch my lips around him and take his cock into my throat, Max is begging and tugging at my hair in an attempt to speed me up.
It’s been ages since I’ve had a nice, big cock down my throat, and fuck, if I haven’t missed it. The weight of it, the musky taste against my tongue. I moan around him as I bob my head up and down, taking him down my throat over and over again.
“Oh Jesus. Fuck, that’s good,” Max murmurs, his hips twitching and his fingers tightening in my hair.
I put my hands over his and guide him to shove my head, use me however he needs. It takes a few seconds for Max to catch on, but once he does, we both moan.
Max holds my head in place as he fucks my throat. My eyes water and my own cock leaks onto the sheets beneath me. It’s not bondage, but fuck if Max taking what he needs from me isn’t doing all kinds of things to me.
With one hand, I cup Max’s heavy balls, rolling them in my palm and gently tugging. And with my other hand, I jerk my own cock. I rarely jerk off since I can’t get off properly without restraint. But Max’s deep moans and fat cock in my throat are doing a fantastic job getting me off.
Max slams his hips harder against my face, driving his cock deep into my throat until I can’t breathe. But who the fuck needs air when you can have a gorgeous man fuck your throat instead?
Max lets out a guttural moan, and he grows even harder against my tongue. Then he starts to pulse in my throat. I swallow around him and jerk myself faster until globs of sticky cum coat my fingers.
Max
“Jesus you’re good at that,” I pant as Clay crawls back out from under the sheets with swollen lips and a self-satisfied grin.
“You’re fun to play with,” he tells me, his voice rough from the treatment I just gave his throat. Fuck, that’s hot.
I notice his hand covered in cum and his spent cock. “I thought you couldn’t get off without being bound?” I ask.
Clay shrugs. “I usually can’t, but that was really fucking hot with you fucking my mouth like that.”
I wonder for a second time in less than twelve hours if maybe Clay isn’t as entirely opposed to dominance as he’s said.
Clay reaches for a dirty t-shirt off his floor and uses it to wipe his hand off. Then he grabs a pair of sweatpants and pulls them on.
“Come on, I want to feed you before you have to get to work.”
I follow him, making a quick stop in my room to get dressed. Normally, I’d shower, but a glance at the clock tells me there isn’t quite enough time unless I want to be late to work.
I make coffee while Clay whips up some scrambled eggs and toast. As we move around the kitchen in perfect harmony, it hits me that we’ve been living like a married couple for years, it’s just taken us this long to get around to the sex part.
I glance over at Clay, and our eyes meet. He gives me a shy smile that makes my heart flutter in my chest. I grab his arm and tug him close for a brief kiss.
“I had no idea you were so handsy,” Clay comments with a laugh.
“Are you complaining?” I cock an eyebrow at him.
“Not at all. Feel free to manhandle me anytime you like.” Clay presses one more kiss to my lips before turning back to the eggs and scooping them onto two plates.
After breakfast, I wish Clay a nice and day and then rush out the door.
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When I get to work, I start to wonder if I should’ve taken the extra ten minutes to grab a shower this morning. What if my brothers can smell Clay all over me? I’m not even sure a shower would’ve helped.
“Whoa, somebody finally got laid,” Tony shouts the second I walk into the garage.
I cringe and run a hand through my unkempt hair.
“Who was she?” Gio asks with a smirk.
I consider lying all together, but I’m sure there’s no denying what’s written all over my face. I got laid, and it was unbelievable. I bite down on my lip to keep from smiling too widely.
“Just...someone,” I answer vaguely.
What would my brothers think if they knew the best night of my life was spent with a man? Not to mention the most epic blowjob of all time. Hell, no woman has ever known how to work my dick like that. Don’t get me wrong, women are great. But none of them have ever owned me the way Clay did this morning. And maybe that says more about me than about the women I’ve been with.
“Must’ve been someone incredible based on that little smirk you’ve got going on,” Tony notes, elbowing Gio.
“Yeah,” I agree with a little cough to cover up the emotion clogging my throat.
“You boys going to do any work, or just stand around gossiping like a bunch a ladies all day?” my dad calls out as he enters the garage from his office.
It’s a rhetorical question, so we all give a sheepish look and make our way to our corners of the garage.
“Max, your mother wanted me to make sure you’re bringing Georgia over for a family birthday dinner on Saturday?”
“Yeah Dad. Clay and I are taking her out to the museum for the day; it’s okay if I bring him with for dinner, right?”
“Of course. You know how your mother is; she’s not happy unless she’s feeding an army.”
I nod in agreement and try to ignore the ice in my gut. I’m going to have to tell my parents about Jess moving with Gigi. But maybe it can wait until after I talk to Beck again and find out if I really am shit out of luck.
My dad claps me on the shoulder and then lets me get to work on the Caddy I had up on the lift from yesterday.
Clay
“Ooo, someone looks like he’s been properly fucked,” Beck comments as soon as I enter On Pointe.
“Maybe,” I hedge with a smirk.
I forgot how much good a bondage session could do for my anxiety. I’m still feeling fluffy and light like my body is made of clouds. It wasn’t as drawn out as I would’ve liked last night, but for his first time, Max seemed to have an excellent grasp on what he was doing.
Beck chuckles and quirks one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows at me. “Who are you kidding, honey? You’re glowing.”
“A gentleman doesn’t get ravaged by a hunk and tell,” I quip.
“No fair, I told you when Gage and I finally got down and dirty,” Beck pouts.
“Exactly, you are far from a gentleman.”
Beck punches me in the arm, and I laugh as I try to dodge out of the way of a second hit.
“Seriously though, you look happy and that makes me happy.” Beck gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, and I smile at him.
“Thank you. It’s been awhile since anything has made me this happy.”
“You deserve it.”
Max
When I get off work, I have a few hours to kill before Clay gets home. I decide it’s the perfect time to do a little research.
I grab my laptop and settle on my bed. Clay’s reactions to dominance are at odds with what he told me he needs, and I know I have to gain a better understanding of how to take care of him.
After slogging through a few porn sites that aren’t at all helpful in figuring anything out. I finally find a blog by a couple in a D/s relationship.
I read through several posts and come to two major conclusions: First, Clay may only think he doesn’t like dominance because he’s never had a partner he’s trusted before. And second, it’s my job to read Clay’s body language and give him what I know he needs.
The main thing I’ve taken away from our previous conversations was that Clay doesn’t want humiliation and he doesn’t want pain. Maybe he doesn’t realize it’s possible for me to use some dominance to simply care for him.
The front door opens, and I close my laptop.
“Honey, I’m home,” Clay calls out, and I smile.
I will give him everything he needs.