Page 34 of A Shared Mind

There was that grin again. “Again, your house, your rules.”

“So, no pajamas.” I couldn’t hide my smile.

Clay walked to the other side of the bed and began turning down the duvet cover and the thin blanket and top sheet, so I mirrored his actions on the other side. Once we had things organized, we faced each other. I was nervous as hell, but poor Clay didn’t seem to be fairing much better.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Clay slid off one boot and then the other.

I toed off my loafers and placed them beside the nightstand so I didn’t trip over them. I sat on the opposite side of the bed and took him in. His sexy tan western shirt with the white pearl snaps hugged his frame perfectly. With his blond hair and blue eyes, I couldn’t stop staring.

He sat and hitched his leg up on the mattress, bending at the knee. “So, uh, you’re a virgin?”

I mulled his words around and decided there was no judgment in them. He was merely stating a fact, though I wasn’t sure how to answer him. “Yeah, but it’s just like I said. I haven’t met anyone I trust to give that control to.”

He stared at me for a long moment before offering a gentle smile. “Darlin’, I think maybe you’re looking at it wrong. You have all the power in a situation like that. Any man you see worthy of gifting your virginity to is the luckiest S-O-B on the planet. Have you considered that maybe you’re a side? I had a friend in college who wasn’t into penetration at all, and he had a full dating life. As far as I know, he only ran into a couple of guys who were pissy about it. If someone doesn’t respect your boundaries, they should be an automatic no contact.”

I reached for him because that was the most perfect response I’d ever heard. He took my hand, tugging me closer. I twisted my legs into a pretzel and sat next to him on the bed.

Clay leaned closer and kissed the tip of my nose, which was sweet. “I’m not the guy who won’t listen. Hell, I could kiss you for days and be happy with it.”

My breath hitched. Again, the man made my heart flutter. “Thank you, but I believe I’m ready for more than I’ve tried, which isn’t much at all. I’m not a side. I’ve done some bodily exploration, and it doesn’t bother me to penetrate myself. I, uh, I have some toys.”

He laughed, though I didn’t feel as if he were making fun of me. “Good... Then, you’ll know when you’re ready if you meet the right guy.”

Oh, nuh-uh. He wasn’t putting me off. “I’ve found the right guy.” I slid my lift leg over his lap and settled on his groin, feeling his hard length beneath me.

His hands found my ass and he gently kneaded my cheeks as he slid his nose along the edge of my jaw before his lips placed a soft kiss under my left ear. It took my breath and had my dick hardening in record time.

Clay kissed along my cheek until he found my mouth and plundered it with his tongue. My hands gripped those hard shoulders until it occurred to me that unless I started undressing him, we were going to be restricted to over-the-clothes petting.

I slid my hands from his shoulders crossing his chest to the snaps on the front of his shirt, slowly dislodging them and opening the garment. He wore a tank-style T-shirt with whisps of curly blond hair peaking over the edge, teasing my fingertips as I brushed over them.

“Wait. Let’s not put pressure on us. There are other things we can do aside from anal. I don’t have condoms. Hell, I don’t have anything. Everything is at my hotel in my room.” Clay hadn’t released me from his hold, but he’d pulled back so he could judge my comfort level, I suspected.

“I don’t have condoms, but I do have lube. I’m ready, you know. I don’t want to wait anymore for sex.” That was a fucking understatement.

Clay chuckled as he lifted me and put me on my feet before he stood and began wrestling out of his shirt. He draped it around my bedroom chair. I quickly did the same, tossing mine into the dry cleaner’s pile. We quickly finished undressing down to our underclothes before stopping to take each other in.

Clay wore white boxer briefs that hugged his muscular legs. The blond treasure trail that disappeared beneath the waistband had my mouth watering, eager for a taste.

He reached over his head and tugged his T-shirt off, tossing it on the chair with his jeans. Socks came off, and then, he stared at me. “Your turn.”

I removed my undershirt and slid my thumbs into the waistband of my gray briefs. “On three?”

He chuckled as he shoved his underwear down, hooked them on his foot and tossed them into the chair. “Well? I’m waiting.”

I laughed as he stood in front of me, hands on his hips with his hardness bobbing toward me. I removed my briefs and tossed them out of the way before he sat on the side of the bed and pulled me in front of him. “Regarding testing? Have you had a full panel recently?”

“Yes. Last month, as a matter of fact. You?”

Clay’s eyes landed on my cock and he grinned. “Same. All negative, and I’m on PrEP.”

“Me, too.” I was hoping he’d say maybe we didn’t need condoms, but he didn’t say anything, pulling my cock into his mouth with astonishing speed. The warm, wet sensation nearly had me on my knees.

“Oh, fuck. Wait. I wanna suck you,” I gasped.

Clay pulled off with a pop. “Get up here, then.” He moved to the middle of the bed and lie flat on his back with his hand holding up his cock. I scrambled over the top of him and spun to put my hard length in his face.

“Tell me if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I’ve seen porn where it’s done, but I’ve never done it or had it done to me.” It was embarrassing to admit, but the moment called for honesty.