Chapter 23

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CLAY

The hotel has pink walls and bouquets of flowers everywhere. There are pictures of famous couples visiting Niagara Falls framed around the lobby, and the elevator door has a big heart engraved in it.

It's exactly the kind of romantic stuff Nicholas loves, which I like because it makes him happy, but neither of us pay much attention. From the second we leave the waterfalls, back to the truck and now hurrying to our room, all we can think about is touching each other.

Everything about him is driving me wild. How satisfied he looked while he ate the meal I bought him. The spark when I touched him in public, warmth reverberating through his body and back to mine.

How good it was to hold him, feeling his strength and presence while the powerful waterfall roared around us. It was like a fortress. Something strong enough to contain everything I felt.

The buildup and anticipation has been wrenching me apart. But when I pull him into the room, thrust him back against the closed door, and kiss him again, it's somehow even worse.

I can't touch him enough. My hands are everywhere. I groan and grunt, tasting him as we kiss, and he pushes back, kissing me just as hard.

But I can't touch him enough.

"Fuck. Clay," he says, and my heart twists to hear my name on his lips. "You're so hard."

I rut my erection against his hip, grinding my body to his. "You make me ache," I tell him.

Nicholas throws his blazer aside, fists my T-shirt, and pulls me deeper into the hotel room while he kisses me.

"I could practically feel you inside me at the restaurant," he says, breathy and walking backwards, mouth all over mine. "Just from the way you looked at me."

My hand takes his face, and I hold him steady, burning my gaze into his.

"When I make you come tonight, I want you to look at me, just like this."

"Promise," he says, and we kiss again.

I pull my T-shirt off, and Nicholas shimmies out of his jeans. There's a big bed with soft sheets and a mirrored headboard, and I quickly throw most of the pillows aside, clearing the space for us.

Both stripped to our underwear, we kiss again, standing beside the bed.

Need rips through me. It's like my body knows that I'm leaving soon.

I can't give Nicholas the life he wants. He's sunshine, and I'm a cloud. I'm not surprise bouquets of flowers and honeymoon suites. Not really.

But I can give him a few hours in this hotel room. I can be this for him, and he'll be everything to me.

The first man I'll ever fuck. Maybe the only man I ever will.

The thought is pleasing and upsetting at the same time, and it inspires another wave of possessive hunger.

I kiss his neck. "I already know how to work you with my fingers," I tell him and drag my tongue down to his clavicle. "Now tell me how to fuck you with my cock."

He pulls my lips back up to his mouth. "You start here," he says and kisses me deeper, swirling his tongue against mine and igniting a fire at my center. "And you work us up with everything you've got first."

"Happily."

With a gentle push, I get Nicholas on the bed. I start slow, kissing and grinding and letting our hard dicks brush together. When I can't stand it anymore, I tug his underwear off, and Nicholas grips my erection.

"I could feel how hard you were when you kissed me at the waterfalls."

I groan under my breath, tortured by the friction of his fist. "All you have to do is look at me sometimes, and I'm ready."

My hand finds his ass, and I grope his cheek, feeling it in my hand. My dick is steel, throbbing like an engine humming, and I'm dripping on Nicholas's fingers.

He's mine.

I drag my mouth down to his chest, giving attention to the hard nubs of his nipples, and kiss down his belly. I only suck his cock for a minute, groping his ass the whole time, before I spin him over and go at his hole.

With a long, slow lick up his crease, I pull him apart, and Nicholas moans out my name.

"That's right," I tell him, drunk off his sweet scent. "Be as loud as you want, Nicky. There's no one to hide from here."

When I lick him again, he lets out a louder moan, hollering my name to the ceiling. "Fuck, Clay. That feels so good."

I know what I'm doing. The ways his body reacts, the pulse of his pleasure, all of it is familiar to me. When his hole tightens against my mouth, I slide my hand around to his front, teasing his crown. It pulls him forward with a moan, and he opens up, taking my tongue deeper.

Nicholas writhes his ass back. "Lick my hole. Get me wet for your big dick."

I give his ass a good grope. "Tell me that you like it."

"I like it. And I need your cock, Clay."

I grind my face against his ass, giving him everything. "Say I'm good at it," I grunt.

"No one has ever licked my hole like this." Nicholas reaches back, pulling his cheeks open for me, letting me thrust my tongue deeper. "Oh god. Clay. I want to feel you inside me."

I twist my hand around his cock, enjoying how he twitches and leaks. The sensation of driving him into such intense pleasure satisfies me and stokes my desire at the same time.

I intend to take my time, go back to sucking his dick and really drive him wild. But Nicholas pulls away first.

Leaning back, I catch my breath, huffing for air. My face burns, I'm sweaty, and the scent of men and sex is heavy in the air.

Instead of giving me a break, though, Nicholas grabs my wrist. He's pulled out the lube, and he squirts it onto my fingers. "I'm ready for more."

I grunt and cock up a smile. "Yes you are."

He gets in position, not letting go of my wrist. "Don't forget, I've learned some new things with you, too."

"I know," I tell him. "You're dirty with me."

He bites down on his bottom lip. "You make me say filthy things." Pulling my hands between his legs, Nicholas guides me, rubbing his fingers and mine against his hole. "You make me want things."

I growl, loving him like this. I can't believe I get to see this secret side of sweet Nicky with the beautiful flower shop everyone loves.

It makes me possessive. I'm dying over him, and he's right here in my arms, pulling my fingers into his slick, hot ass.

Next thing I know, I'm on top, grunting and thrusting. Our erections are rubbing together, charged bolts, and I've got two fingers buried in his tight hole.

"Harder, Clay. Give it to me harder."

I thrust up, twisting my fingers against his spot. "You're so hot. You ready for my dick?"

He squeezes down, pulling my fingers in, and I'm shaking—I want him that bad.

Nicholas grabs the back of my head, taking me in a kiss. "Get your cock in me," he demands. "I need it. Now."

"Fuck yeah." I drag my hands along his body. He's totally wrecked already, flush and wild-eyed, and it's so damn hot.

I pull his leg up, getting myself in better position. It's different anatomy than I'm used to, though, and I can't quite figure out how to enter him and still hit his spot.

Nicholas pants, watching me with wide eyes for a second before he throws his leg around my waist. With a sassy whimper, he pulls me to him on the mattress. I think we're just kissing again, and I groan my appreciation when his fingers stroke up my sensitive dick, but then he's on top of me.

Flat on my back, I look up at him, and Nicholas grins down.

"Now it's my turn to drive you out of your mind," he says.

NICHOLAS

"Nicky," Clay answers with a groan. "I'm ready to explode."

I get my knees on either side of him, reach back, and grab his dick at the base. "I love how hot and hard you are. You're going to fill me up so good."

He's already pushed me to the edge of an orgasm, and all the buildup from our date in Niagara Falls is pulsing through me. I've never wanted Clay more than I do right now, and I won't be satisfied until I feel him inside me.

He steadies himself and rises up, pawing at my hip. "Show me."

I moan and pull his crown to my hole, taking charge. Instantly, lust burns through my entire body, and his dick against my rim drives sensation to my core.

He groans and bounces his hips lightly, eyes burning into me with desire.

"Clay," I manage, breathy and whiny. I slow down, writhing, my hole tight against the tip of his dick. It's slick and hot and wet, and I grind my teeth, pained with how much I want him. "Clay, your dick is throbbing."

"Give me your ass, Nicky." He grabs my cheek, squeezing appreciatively.

Ready for more, I push down. My thighs are taut, but my breathing steadies, and I feel my muscles loosen.

I ease down, barely an inch, and Clay roars out my name.

Pure ecstasy.

"That perfect ass."

I slap my hand on his chest, and as my weight eases back, I sink further. "Going to ride every inch of you," I say. We're moving achingly slow, and Clay grabs at my body, needing more as he rises up.

"Take it," he tells me through strangled breaths. "Take everything. You are the hottest goddamn man."

His words set off fireworks behind my ribs.

I bounces my hips faster, and next thing I know, I'm fucking him, driving my ass down his stiff length over and over again. Electric pleasure rips through me, and Clay thrusts back up, crashing into me.

He's so hard and hot and thick. Fuck!

When I push down to his hilt, Clay meets me, pulling us into a deep kiss.

"Nicky," he groans, pulsing and leaking inside me. I clench down, spasming on his dick, and I think I'm going to come, or maybe he is. But we hold it together, kissing and biting at each other, until we're fucking again.

Clay wraps his arms around me, holding me in a bear hug as he slowly stands. I let out a surprised groan, but I keep my balance steady enough as he hitches me up.

Half-squatting, one arm around my shoulders, Clay turns and pushes me against the wall. He's growling with every thrust, and I wrap a hand around his waist to steady myself as I take him.

"Holy shit, you're strong."

He bounces his hips up, fucking into me. When I gasp, Clay drives into me again, like an answer.

Thighs burning, I fuck him back, harder and harder. I claw at his back and hold him, feeling every contortion of pleasure.

I want to be his.

I want him to be mine.

Finally, Clay turns and throw us onto the mattress again. He plows into me, thrusting from the hips and hitting my spot. I grab my own dick and pump myself, throwing my head back and groaning. I start yelling out filthy things, demanding over and over again that he fuck me harder, and Clay happily obliges.

I'm on the edge of my orgasm, and I can feel Clay line our desires up. Hollering his name, I take him as hard and deep as I can, and when I squeeze down tight on his dick, he erupts. His hot, wet load fills me, and I come apart, orgasming just as hard.

The world shatters into nothing but lightning and musk and explosive good feelings.

When my vision returns, we're sprawled on the bed. Clay pulls out gently, and he moans when he does, which nearly kills me.

"That was the Niagara Falls of orgasms," I say, and we both laugh.

"Yeah. I'm definitely going to need a little time before I drive."

I turns and hold him from the side, face against the crook of his neck. "Let's sleep here," I murmur, my defenses falling. "You can drive us home early, before anyone is up."

Clay doesn't say anything for a moment. I wonder if I've made a mistake in suggesting it, but then he finally answers.

"Sure."

He gets up and brings us back towels and water. I use the bathroom, and next thing I know, we're naked under the blankets again. Our bodies slide easily together, and I try to stay awake.

I need to remember this. How good it feels. How much everything is right with him here next to me. I'll probably never get another chance to feel this way with Clay, so even though I'm setting myself up for some serious heartache later, I sink into the bliss of it.

Listening to his breathing, I fall asleep.