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Sure, I broke my phone, but if I really wanted to reach him, I could have, through Micah, Rex, or even one of the senior partners. I’ll no longer be their employee, and they’ll work for me. They’ve not asked me this, but then again, my father was very clear. And I won’t have time to grieve as I start Monday at Lynol Inc.
“I missed you. Help me forget, baby. Please help me forget, if only for a moment. You’re all I want.”
He pulls back, kissing my shoulder, down my arm and hand. “I wanted to be there for you.”
“You are now, baby.”
His lips reach mine, and I start with a light kiss until Clark deepens it, and I have him pushed onto a large chaise lounge. My body lies parallel over his, and we search one another’s eyes. I don’t recognize lust in his eyes anymore. They’re on fire, his need is as evident as mine. I drop my head to his and rest our foreheads together. There’s so much we can say. We’re real, no longer a fling. I don’t think we’ve ever been a fling. He dropped everything to be with me today, and that says a lot about the future of us. He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it, trapping his words inside of him.
“What, baby? Just tell me,” I command. I don’t want to keep him in the dark anymore, and it begins right now. I want to know his thoughts, and it’s obvious he has them because his eyes dip in a V, as if he has something on his mind.
“Why didn’t you call me? Sure, you had a broken phone, but Micah or someone could have helped you. You don’t want to out me, but I think you could have gotten through, if you really wanted.”
His tone is not accusatory, or laced with hurt. It’s simple curiosity.
“You’re right. But I didn’t know if I had the right to ask you to be here for me, and I couldn’t bear to see you hurt further. This has to be painful for you, I suspect. This fucking hurts and I don’t know how I’ll get through it. I didn’t want my pain to remind you of losing your own father.”
I can’t read him, not when his arms wrap around my body or when he rolls us over, now above me, pinning me to the chaise.
He still has me in his embrace when a tear falls from his eye. “I want to be the person you can depend on, Xan. I want you to need me like I need you.”
These emotions that he brings out of me have come on quickly and they run deep, and I don’t know how to tell him this, or even put into words what they mean.
“And, just so you know, you stubborn asshole.” Clark lets out a little chuckle. “You have every right to call me if you need me. I don’t care how many states separate us, I’ll be there.”
I don’t know how I can say I’m in love with him. He gets me, and even when he didn’t get me, he knew me well. Even in hate, we understood each other in a deep and almost intimate way. I knew beforehand how Clark would react, or more so, how to get a reaction from him.
“Can you fuck me, Clark? I need to feel something other than pain.”
He looks straight into my eyes, and I know the answer. Clark would do anything I asked in this moment.
A sensuous understanding passes between us, and in silence, with the frenzied way I pull at his belt and he begins to unbutton my shirt, it’ll be rough, and labored, making up for lost time. Fumbling with each other’s clothes prolongs the anticipation and becomes almost unbearable. There’s more than lust between us, but a tender and longing affection. Every time our gazes meet, my heart thunders with a deepened love for the man. I can feel his own heart jolt, as my pulse pounds. It’s as though we’re stroking a raging fire, but the heat is between us.
Somehow in the frenzy dictation of our actions, we’re naked, and I don’t miss how he smiles staring at my body, as though it’s a masterpiece in a gallery. But, he’s the masterpiece, as his corded muscles stretch up and down his arms, and his stomach isn’t simply a six-pack but an eight-pack. “Touch me, Clark, please touch me,” I beg, and he instantly honors my request. He radiates this energy that draws me to him like a magnet.
“Tell me what you want, Xan. I’ll do anything for you, anything at all, to take away your pain.”
With his promise, my emotions burn through me because he’s here. I didn’t have to ask him, and he came. I’m turned on, and my erection continues to grow while his hands rove up and down my body. I become breathless like a horny teenage boy.
“Tell me what you need and I’ll do your bidding.”
“My cock. I need you to suck my cock.”
I want to be buried in every part of his body tonight, but for now, his warm mouth milking me, because as I’ve come to find out, Clark is an expert when it comes to my body.
“I want you to take it all from me. I want you to swallow my cum, I need my balls squeezed, maybe twist my nipple. Let me feel any other kind of pain. Yourpain, I want yourpain. Hurt me, and then make me feel like I’m whole again,because you’re the only person who can make me whole again.”
“I won’t say no to you.” His mouth leans over to my chest, his lips like a suction, biting me and causing me pain I enjoy.Any pain,his pain is better than the pain of the last couple of days.
“Nails! I want your nails in my skin, on my back. Let me look in a mirror, to see your mark on me.”
He scrapes his fingers down my back and my cock begins to leak with precum. Fuck, this is hot. Him causing me pain is hot. And this pleasure he’s freely giving to me is both pure and erotic. Heat flows through my body and he’s not started on my dick yet.
“Take all my cum!” I order and he crawls down my body and does as I asked, teething my dick while he moves his head up and down, constricting my balls. And fuck, I could lose it in his mouth, but I hold my orgasm in, as I want him to strip everything from me.
He digs his nails into my back, and then lets go of my throbbing cock and moves to my thigh. He gently bites my flesh. “More, Clark. Draw blood. Make me bleed. Make me feel anything else…”
His teeth break through my skin, and in my cry, his lips surround my cock again and he drains me as I watch his throat swallow it all.
