20. X

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" Y ou sure own a lot of stuff. Good thing Mike offered to move to a smaller suite. We'd never fit all your cookbooks in my old space."

Seriously. How many cookbooks does one guy need? Hasn't he heard of the internet? Just look up a recipe when you need it. Or ask your witch boyfriend. There are easier ways.

Clark grabs me by the waist and tosses me onto the bed. Laughing, I pretend to get away, but we both know I want him to pin me down and have his way. Even if it leaves me hard and breathless.

When I asked him to move in with me, it took longer than I thought. He had to give notice on his apartment and then spent weeks downsizing. I refused to let him sell his favourite recliner and since this was now his home, it's in the living room next to the picture window. Besides being naked with Clark anywhere I can, sitting with him in his chair is my favourite thing to do. I squeeze onto his lap with my tea in the evening as he reads or does crosswords. The simple happiness that comes with his companionship will never get old .

"I like my cookbooks."

He nips at my ear, and I laugh more.

"We'll get you another bookshelf in the living room, then. You need space for your tripod set up in here."

He pauses and lifts his head to stare down at me.

"You still want me to cam?"

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

It's not like he does it often, but he enjoys the thrill of it and I certainly don't mind watching. Plus, it works for us.

"I don't know. I guess I just thought you might want me to yourself."

"Well, I do, but that's the intimate part. You like people watching you and I like to watch how hot that makes you." Wrapping my legs around his waist, I squeeze. "But it's only me who gets to know what you taste like or how your cock feels. That's all mine."

Clark groans and takes my mouth in a hungry kiss.

"I swear you're trying to kill me. You're so fucking perfect for me, baby."

"Yeah? Well…I was thinking…" Clark lifts his head, his lips tilt in a sexy grin that sends my heart racing faster. "Do you know it's been three months now since I first saw you stroking yourself on that stage and coming all over yourself?"

"Has it been that long already?"

"Mmhmm. And I thought it would be a great place to celebrate. Maybe recreate our meeting, but with a different ending. "

Clark's hardness pushes into mine, and I tease him with a tilt of my hips.

"You seem to like that idea."

"I love it. When do you want to go?"

Laughter bursts from my mouth at his eagerness.

"After supper. It's all planned out already. I just needed you to say yes."

"I'll never say no to that." He pushes off me and pulls me up, delivering a well-placed smack to my ass. "The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get there."

Well…I can't argue with that.

After paying the Uber driver, Clark holds his hand out to me as I step from the car. No borrowed clothes this time. Clark insisted we dress up and even chose my outfit. I can't say I'm unhappy about it, either.

Clark revs my engine in his fitted dress pants and dress shirt. The gold flecks in his eyes glint as we walk under the streetlight and he presses a hand to the small of my back.

"I can't believe we found this place again. When Faustus brought me here, I'd never noticed this place before."

Of course, maybe because Clark was here, the cloaking spell followed him. Who the fuck knows at this point? I'm just happy that we're now in the building we first met. I didn't know I could be this sentimental, but Clark seems to love it.

The hallway is the same, minus the couple jerking off, and once we show our passes at the main door, the rush I felt coming here the first time is tenfold.

Because it's not just the thrill of the club's voyeur room. It's the heady anticipation of knowing the night will end much differently.

Clark flags down a server and orders our drinks to be brought to the voyeur room.

"Christ, I feel like I might blow in ten seconds. I'm walking a razor's edge right now." Clark adjusts himself and I sneak a glance at the bulge behind the zipper.

"We're just getting started, Clark. Please don't let tonight be the night you don't have staying power."

Clark playfully pinches my ass. "You're much more calm about this than I am. I'm so horny I could fuck a hole in a wall right now."

I can't help the bark of laughter that sounds, and it earns me a few glares as we step into the voyeur room.

"Just save it for my hole. That's all I ask."

Clark chokes on air and stares at me. "What? Here?"

"I thought you were supposed to be the cool and collected one." I grab his elbow and pull him over to an oversized chair in the corner. "Yes, here. But in private, I booked a room."

Clark gapes at me, and I gently close his mouth with a finger under the chin and a soft laugh.

"You want your first time to be in a sex club? Don't you want…? I mean…it's not romantic or anything. Are you sure?"

"Clark, I'm sure. I don't need rose petals and soft music for it to be romantic. Trust me. This is what I want. You're what I want, and I might have pre-planned tonight's events in the shower earlier."

Just because I've never had penetrative sex with another man doesn't mean I'm as sheltered as a nun. I watch. A lot. And I've tried things. Many, many things. Some alone and some with Clark. I know he didn't want to push me, and I love him for it, but I've been waiting for this night, and for him, for what feels like forever. There's no more perfect way for this to play out.

His eyes darken as he leans closer. "There's my dirty witch." He kisses me softly at first, but I place a hand behind his head to keep him there, to deepen the kiss.

"Damn right, I'm yours, and this is a fantasy come true. I want everyone watching to salivate over you while you stroke yourself so close to coming it hurts."

His breathing quickens as his hand slides up my thigh. I grab his wrist and whisper next to his ear. "Then I'm going to take you to that room over there. See the mirror? It's one-way glass."

"You should stop talking or I'm going to put on a very short show for you, sweetheart." His voice is so raspy you'd think he had a pack-a-day smoking habit.

"Okay. Use your imagination while you're up there then. I'll save the rest for later."

The server sat our drinks next to us, but neither of us noticed until Clark tried to swallow and looked around. He gulps his whiskey sour while I sip my gin and tonic. Without a word, he leaves me and steps up onto the stage, which isn't as heavily occupied as the first time and is stationary tonight. Wednesday evenings, I guess, aren't busy enough to justify it. Who knows? But Clark takes a seat where several people can watch him along with me.

He lets his belt hang open and pops the button of his pants before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He peeks up occasionally to see who is watching, and a few have changed their seats for a better view.

Let them fucking look all they want. I can't blame them. Clark steals my breath like nothing else. That boyish dimple and stray lock of hair that has a mind of its own and flops on his forehead, turns me to mush every single time.

He leans his head back and spreads his legs wide as he rubs himself through his clothes. Two men to my right hum their appreciation loud enough for him to hear, and he watches them while he frees his dick from his pants.

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

Biting my lip to contain my growl of want, I glance at the men watching Clark. I don't know if they know each other, but they've shifted closer to touch thighs and my brain short circuits. My desire to watch anybody, and not just Clark, was a factor I failed to consider .

Glancing back at Clark, a small smile plays on his lips.

He fucking knows what just happened to me. So much for my impeccable self-control tonight.

Clark's cock leaks so much that it shines in the low light. He tucks the waistband of his boxers under his balls and drifts a hand up his chest to pinch his nipples. The men next to me audibly moan and when I glance over, one is kissing the other man's neck with his hand down his pants.

Drawn to Clark by the invisible string, I know he's watching me and when I shift my attention back to the stage, his hand quickens as he stares at me. The strawberry blush on his chest and the frantic pace of strokes are sure signs he won't last much longer. Time to get to the next part.

Standing so fast I knock into the table next to me, I tilt my head for Clark to follow.

I'm barely pushing the door open with the pass card and he's plastered on my back. Hard and hot and groping me like an octopus.

"I saw you watching that couple." His hands are on my belt, rushing to get my pants off while I fumble with my shirt. Whose idea was it to dress up? T-shirts are so much easier.

"I know you did. It seems I didn't consider that, and I might have been overstimulated."

My shirt flies off and Clark drops as he pushes my pants to my ankles. He licks a stripe up my dick as he straightens back up.

"Clark. Fuck. "

He rips off the rest of his clothes and looks around the room. It's nothing special, except there's no bed. There are a few chairs, a loveseat, and a cabinet with drawers in the corner. One drawer stands open to offer condoms and lube. Since we already had the ‘ no-condom talk ' earlier, I take the bottle of lube and toss it onto the chair closest to us.

"I've been sitting here, at the supper table, and in the car with this thing in my ass and I want you to fuck me in front of this glass." Placing my hands on the one-way glass, I arch and stick my ass in the air. Clark groans like a wounded animal and drops to his knees behind me.

"X…mother of god…I had no idea." He parts my cheeks, and I shiver as he taps a finger against the flat end of the plug I placed after I had some fun with a dildo in the shower. Whoever invented suction cups that powerful deserves a medal. "Baby, you're gonna be gaping for me. How big is this one?"

His lips kiss my ass and I now know how he felt when he said he could fuck a hole in the wall.

"The biggest one we have. Five inches."

He flicks his tongue around the edge, and I drop my head with another groan.

"That's a good start, then. How long have you been putting this in without telling me?"

"A few weeks. I know…I just…I want it to be you, Clark. Please stop talking and fuck me while we watch the room."

His chest presses against my back, and his breath skates across my overheated skin. "You're such a dirty thing, X. I love it and I love you."

Cool lube hits my crack, oozing around the plug before Clark tugs gently to slowly remove it.

My fingers curl against the glass as he works it out and I can't suppress the low keening groan as it pops free. Clark's palm presses against the small of my back and the head of his cock is already there, nudging into me.

"Holy shit, you feel bigger than the plug."

"You're good, baby. I wish you could see your ass swallow my cock." He pants into the back of my neck. "Fuck."

One arm wraps around my waist, and he kisses my shoulder. Every touch and kiss from Clark are logs on the fire.

"Everything okay?"

"Yesss…Clark…"

He presses impossibly farther and I cry out.

"Do you need me to stop? Take your time, babe."

Somehow, he finds my softening dick and strokes me as I experiment with the feeling of having a body attached to what I'm fucking. It seems you can prep all you want and it still might not go as easily as planned. But Clark's whispers near my ear set me at ease as I rock back a little more.

"You don't have to take it all, babe."

His fingers hold my hips like a vise, and with a deep exhale, I push back onto him until my cheeks slap his skin.

"Ohmygod." Swallowing hard, I reach for one of Clark's hands and he threads our fingers together. "Clark… "

He stretches our joined hands up to the mirror, and I flatten my palm against the glass. I crane my neck back towards him, desperate for his lips on mine, and he's there, kissing me as he moves slowly at first, swallowing my groans.

"Look forward, baby. Watch the crowd."

Panting, I do as he says and stare out the glass, watching more people who have joined the room since we arrived. The couple that was next to me are now on stage and one man sucks the other off.

Clark moves with more force now, slapping against my thighs and my knees shake as my vision whites out.

"Holy shit…X…"

Clark releases the hand he'd held up on the mirror and grips my hips. He fucks me so hard that I think my head hits the glass. And I beg him to keep going. Even though I had already come so hard, I lost my sight for a moment.

"Come in me."

"Oh, fuck..."

With a stuttered thrust, he empties inside me, the warm rush an entirely new sensation, and together we stagger back to the loveseat and collapse in a twisted pile of sweaty limbs.

"Best loss of virginity ever."

Clark laughs softly, turning my head to face him.

"Best anything ever. You're incredible. This was…I don't even know how to describe it, but I love you. I'm happy you got what you wanted."

He kisses me gently, ghosting his lips over mine. Feathering kisses over my eyes and cheeks.

"Was it what you wanted? Did you like it?"

He pulls me onto his lap and tucks the hair that's fallen out of my bun behind my ears.

"You're what I want, X. Nothing about you fits in any box I had about love or relationships or even sex. And that's just the way I like it."

"I feel like there might be a but in there somewhere."

"No buts. Just know that even though we share this kinky stuff, sometimes I like to be with you without it."

"Yeah…I know. Me too. You make me gooey inside, Clark. Like a big ol' chocolate bar melted in the sun."

He laughs and kisses me again.

"So…did you make any plans on how to get that plug home?"

"Uh, no. Do you have pockets?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Did you not notice how tight my pants are? There's no room for that thing in my pockets." He taps at me to stand up. "I'm sure you'll think of something."

And I do.

Because I'm a witch and I know magic.

And Clark leaves the club wearing cargo pants instead.