15. Clark

Clark

X is still asleep, snuggled against me with a soft snore and dried drool on his cheek. I don't want to wake him. Lord knows he needs the sleep, but I need to tell Louis I'll be in much later today.

After moving out of bed as slowly as possible, I tiptoe over to my jeans and pull out my phone. After placing it in silent mode, I send Louis a text to let him know he can open the shop this morning and I'll be in when I can.

Because right now, my store is the last place I want to be.

I never thought I'd ever think that, but X has changed everything.

Last night, something changed, and it wasn't what I expected. I thought love would be light and fluttery like a butterfly. Something to make me smile like a goof. While I feel somewhat light, what I wasn't expecting was this feeling of protection. A need to cocoon X into a protective wrap and let nothing bad happen to him again.

To beat my chest and tell anyone who might try to harm him to fuck off and draw them a map of how to get there. Just thinking about everything he's been through and how people treated him shatters my heart into pieces. How could anyone be so cruel to such a kind and wonderful man?

Such a beautiful man who carries my heart in his pocket in such a short time. And he does. Even before he brought me to his room, there was a change in the garden. I may not understand magic and his witch world with spells, but I understand now what it means to find your soulmate.

X stirs and his hand reaches out for me, only to find an empty bed. His brows dip, but he doesn't open his eyes. I quickly slide into the space and pull his arm over me.

"Thod chew left," he slurs as he grabs me tighter.

"Never. Sleep, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."

"M'kay."

X drifts back to sleep and I wonder how he's got this far in life with everything stacked against him. There's so much about him I don't know, and I want to take my time learning, but I also want to sit with him for hours and have him tell me everything right now.

He snorts and rolls over, flinging the covers off us in all his rolling around and I can't say that I mind. X's body is tight and lean. Lithe muscles and smooth skin from head to toe are on full display. His cock rests against his thigh, and when he starfishes across the bed, smacking me in the face, I decide it's an invitation to wake him up in a far more pleasant manner.

Sliding down the bed, I throw the rest of the covers off and position myself between his legs. I rarely get a chance to experience a dick harden within my mouth and I'm eager to try. With a soft kiss to the crown, I slide my tongue down his shaft and take him gently in my mouth.

"Mmm…" he moans and spreads his legs wider. His cock plumps on my tongue as I coax it with wet strokes in my mouth. "Clark…oh…" His breathless words are everything I hoped to hear.

A quick glance up his body reveals X gazing down at me with sleepy eyes and a crooked smile.

Letting his dick slide out of my mouth, I puff a breath over his slick, heated skin.

"I didn't want to wake you, but then you spread out like this…and I couldn't help it."

A low rumble sounds in this chest. "You can wake me up like this anytime." He motions for me to come up and I blanket myself over him as he presses his mouth over mine. It's bruising lips and demanding tongues and leaves me more breathless than I was before.

X rolls his hips, undulating with a sexy move I'd not have expected from someone who says they're inexperienced.

"Do that thing again, where you lube us up and fuck your hand," he mumbles against my lips, and I laugh.

"I think we used up your lube last night."

He draws his head back and frowns. "Shit. Let me think."

"Okay." I drop my lips to his neck and trail them down his collarbone. X has an addictive taste, not just from his mouth, but his entire being .

" Maximus slip and slide !" X shouts and snaps his fingers. Lifting my head, I raise an eyebrow with a laugh.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Give it a sec."

He cocks his head, and a small smile appears when a half-used bottle of lube lands on the table with a quiet thump.

"Holy shit. What did you do?"

He turns the bottle around in his hand and shows me the name Dave scrawled along the side. "I summoned it from outside, where I know Dave and Charles keep some. Pretty cool, right?"

"You just…you…you did more magic! Oh, my god! This is huge, right?"

After X showed me in the garden how he still had powers with plants, he explained how his spells were never anything more than that. Summoning a bottle from outside must be an incredible accomplishment. Well, I sure think it is.

Confidence bleeds from every pore of X and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. He squirts lube in his hand and grips my cock. "No, this is huge."

My eyes roll back as he strokes me between us. "I'm average. But keep doing that."

"I want you to do it. You woke me up, remember?"

He squirts out more lube in my hand and I bring us together in a sensual slide. He tosses the bottle aside, and it tumbles to the floor as he reaches for me, pulling my mouth back to his.

"You're kind of sexy when you tell me what to do, you know?" I whisper over his lips.

"Don't get used to it. I prefer it when you do all the talking." His mouth opens against mine again and my rhythm falters.

Our hips arch and we chase our orgasms, X growing more and more confident as he whispers what he wants against my ear.

"Come for me, baby. I'm so close."

"Oh, shit…Clark…fuck!"

Our bodies tremble and shake as we unload and I collapse over him, unable to hold myself up any longer. I want to tell him next time we'll work on his ass, but there's a knock on the door.

"Xavier! If you just figured out how to call my bottle of lube to you right out of my damn hand when I needed it, you had better have enjoyed that orgasm."

"Shit," X whispers before shouting, "I'll replace it!"

There's an angry huff beyond the door as X buries his face in my neck to smother his laughter.

"We will discuss rules about your magic over breakfast. And if you need a cigarette after that round, I have some."

X's body shakes with laughter, and I stare into his dancing eyes.

"Should I be worried that he's mad?"

"Promise him cookies, and it will be fine. Come on, let's shower and face the music."