Clayton

 

The last of the information on Dr. Ackerman shows as an unread email on my laptop. I had to make a few calls to gain access to the non-public medical board databases, and for that, I will owe some favors.

When I open the email and skim through, nothing immediately stands out, other than a few attempts at malpractice claims, which isn’t unusual for someone in his field.  Once I’ve skimmed to the bottom of the email and don’t find anything of significance, I forward it to Martin, hopeful he will be able to do a more in-depth search. Deloris is also already doing her checks on those who were heard or mentioned through the speaker a couple hours ago.

After throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt, I pack my laptop in its case, and text Lacy to let her know I’m on my way. The traffic is light, and it takes less than ten minutes to get there.

Once I pull in front of her apartment complex, I back into a parking spot, shut off the engine, then sit and stare at the five-story white brick building. My pulse beats uncharacteristically fast and my dick twitches in anticipation of seeing her. It’s not like me to have this much anxiety over a woman, but there’s something about Lacy that keeps my nerves on edge, in a good way.

Me: I’m on my way up.

When my phone dings, I half expect her reply to indicate she changed her mind. My lips curve up when it doesn’t.

Lacy: Your coffee is waiting, and so am I.

The elevator bounces to a stop and it’s only a short stride down the hall before I’m lightly knocking on her door. When the door opens, it’s to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

My appreciation of her fine form starts at painted toes and moves over long, tan, exposed legs that disappear into colorful boxers. Her white tank top stretches around the curves of her breasts and buds of nipples poke at the material, begging to be sucked. Her pecan locks are piled on top of her head, except for a few wayward strands that hang down in waves, framing her face. The vision before me has my cock rock-hard and pressing painfully against my jeans.    

She clears her throat, pulling my gaze to hers, then gestures for me to enter.

The door slams shut, and I flip the lock then stalk toward her, dropping my bag on the way. My palms tingle instantly from the warmth of her cheeks and when my lips descend on hers and the electricity sparks a fire that quickly burns out of control.

Her hands fist the back of my shirt and mine in her hair. Our tongues swirl in a dance of emotion and lust while our lips bruise from the intensity.

When I free my hands from her hair, I slide my fingertips over the smooth skin of her arms. Her dainty wrists disappear in large hands and I slide them above her head, exposing the swell of her breasts. I nip at the taut skin then release her arms and cup her breasts, before sucking on a hardened nipple through her tank top.

A moan escapes her lips, and she places her hands on my shoulders while arching her back to give me better access.

The sound she emits sends a shockwave straight to my dick, and it expands to a capacity even I didn’t think was possible. I hadn’t planned on taking her against the wall our first time, but if I’m not inside her soon, that’ll be exactly what I do.

I pick her up bridal-style and carry her through the small apartment. “Where the fuck is the bedroom?” She points to a door, and a deep growl vibrates through my chest as her ass rubs against my cock.

I step through the door and kick it closed, then move toward the bed where I place her on her feet. My eyes dance across her face and my lips lower to hers, where they linger for several moments before I spin her around and free her of her shirt.

Her bare breasts appear heavy and the soft, silky-smooth skin glows from the dim light of the lamp in the corner of the room. When I rub my hands over her nipples she takes in a breath and lets it out on a whimper.

My voice, laced with need is deep and gravelly as I ask, “Are you okay with this? If not, I’ll stop. It’ll be one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to fucking do, but I’ll stop.”

A nod and an arch of her back is the only response she gives.

I let out a frustrated breath. “Words, Lacy. I need to hear the words.” I’m not sure she realizes how much I’m holding back. I’d never admit it to her, but it’s been awhile since I’ve been with a woman, and this pace is taking every ounce of willpower I’m capable of. On the surface my actions are slow, but on the inside, the fire is like molten lava coursing through my veins and I’m about to explode.

“I-I’m okay with it. Please…don’t stop.” She reaches for my head and pulls me back to her. When I kiss the soft skin on the curve of her shoulder, and place my hand in her panties, she moans, while dropping her head to my shoulder.

The delicate fabric slides easily down her long tan legs. The sweet scent of her arousal permeates my senses, and I breathe her in before I land a couple quick slaps to her ass.

“Oh…oh…!” 

My lips curve up at her reaction. After giving each cheek a quick nip, I slide my hand between her thighs. Her desire allows my fingers to glide easily and I push a finger inside, groaning at her tightness.

She gasps, arching her back, and positions her ass to take in more of my finger.

“Well, well, someone’s a greedy little thing.” When I remove my finger, her whimper is almost enough to convince me to give her some relief—almost. Instead I move my hands back to her waist and turn her to face me then gather the material of my shirt. Just as I’m about to lift, she stops me. 

She reaches for the material and lifts my shirt enough to expose my abs. When she places a kiss on my stomach, the tingle from her lips causes a quiver to vibrate across my skin. Wanting more of her touch I peel my shirt the rest of the way off and drop it to the floor.

I don’t move as her light touch glides over the uneven surface of every muscle. The motion of her hands is mesmerizing yet torturous, and my heart begins to beat erratically while my dick throbs painfully. 

Her hand brushes over the raised skin of my scar, when she lowers to her knees and I stiffen. She knows the story—I told her in our interview so long ago. Closing my eyes, I prepare for the pain to come rushing back as her fingers follow the jagged line from one end to the other. When nothing happens, and I no longer feel her touch, I open my eyes just as she places a kiss on the mangled skin. That one simple gesture melts away my anxiety, and pushes years of pain to the back of my mind, while bringing forward an emotion I’m not so familiar with.  

But any emotions I was feeling are quickly forgotten, along with my own name, when her hand moves to the front of my jeans, and she runs it the entire length of my shaft. Not planning on this ending with me coming in my jeans, I seize her hands and place them on the waistband of my pants.

She turns her head away, but not quick enough to hide her grin. She knows exactly what she’s doing. When she sits back on her heels naked, with pleading eyes, I’m done--willpower be damned.

I reach for her hand and direct her to stand, then place my lips on hers before breaking away, and quickly freeing myself of my jeans and boxers in one fail swoop. My words skirt against her ear as I confirm one last time, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Clayton. I’m sure,” she breathes out.

I place her on the bed with very little grace, and the mattress sinks when I climb on, my destination…the sweet core that’s been teasing me ever since I walked through the apartment door. Her whimper is my drug when I swipe my tongue through her folds. But once is not enough, I do it again, only much slower.

Arching her back, she lets out a moan. “Clayton…please…”

That’s all I need to hear. I reach for my jeans and fumble through the pockets for the one and only silver packet I brought. Once I’m covered and my cock is pressing at her entrance, I lower my head and devour her lips while pushing my way in.  Her body is tight and gives some resistance, so I take it slow. Her moans vibrate my mouth, and it takes everything I have not to slam inside her. But after a few slower thrusts, her body relaxes enough to allow me the rest of the way in. I pause, giving myself a moment; otherwise, this will end all too quickly.

When I start to move again, I pull back to where only the head of my dick is surrounded by her folds. Then, with one quick thrust, I bury myself inside her. Her walls flexing with each thrust and each thrust increasing in speed.

Her hands grip my shoulders and her nails dig in. With her hips lifting off the bed, she screams out my name as she finds her release. I suck in her lower lip and slow my pace until she’s given me all that she has.

It’s not until her spasms have slowed that I allow my release.

After a few moments of leaning over her, my arms begin to tire, but I’m not ready to break our connection.  Lowering my head, I give her a long, lingering kiss, then quickly flip us over so she’s on top.

Her mouth drops open, allowing a gasp to escape from the sudden movement, before she settles in and lays her head on my chest.

“Amazing,” I say, as I kiss the top of her head.

She nods in agreement.

We lie in silence for a bit, then she puts her hands on my chest and her chin on her hands. Raising her eyes to mine, she smiles. “I think we’ll need to reheat the coffee.”

“I don’t mind cold coffee,” I say, flashing her my sexiest grin and lifting my head enough to kiss her on the nose. When I give her a firm smack on the ass, she jumps, and the movement makes my dick twitch.

It’s not long before we’re ready to go again.