I follow closely behind him to the elevator. As the doors close behind us, the air once again crackles with tension. I watch as Clay open and closes his fists, clenching them tightly.
The need to feel his lips pressed against mine again, finishing what we started a few moments, consumes me.
But we can’t. Not here. Although there is probably no one in the building, there are cameras everywhere.
Still, the pull I feel toward him is undeniable, reminding me that once Clay gets me back to his place, there is no turning back. A shudder wracks my body as I imagine the way he made me feel with just a simple kiss and wonder what pleasure he will have in store for me once we are safely enclosed in his apartment.
“Ladies first,” Clay says, arousal clear in his voice, as he motions for me to walk out the doors.
Without a word, we step out of the elevator and make our way out the front doors of the office building, turning right and heading toward King Station. I shiver slightly as we step into the warm summer air, but it has nothing to do with the temperature.
“I only live a few blocks past the train station. I figured we could walk.”
“No problem. It’s a nice night,” I respond.
He threads his fingers through mine and pulls my hand toward his mouth, kissing the back of my hand gently before flashing me a smile.
We walk down the street in silence, but not the awkward kind. It’s as if we both understand that we should process the drastic change in our relationship over the last hour. I squeeze his hand and smile, thanking him silently for the thoughtfulness.
After what seems like only a few moments, we arrive at his apartment building.
“This is me,” he says as he scans his key card, and the lock clicks open.
The trendy condominium complex is exactly what I would imagine. The entire lobby has floor-to-ceiling glass windows and a security guard stationed behind a desk.
“Good evening, Mr. Matthews,” he greets Clay, flashing us a smile before coming around the desk and hitting the up button on the elevator.
“Good evening, Charles,” Clay says before turning toward me. “This is Pearl.”
Charles bows slightly just as the elevator arrives. “Nice to meet you, Miss Pearl. I hope I have the pleasure of seeing you again.”
Clay chuckles darkly before pulling me into the elevator. “You make it sound as if I have a revolving door of women coming in and out of my apartment, Charles.”
“I apologize, sir. Miss Pearl, you’re honestly the first person I’ve seen go to his apartment other than Ms. Armstrong, and that was only for a few minutes.”
“No harm done, Charles, and please call me Pearl.” I smile, putting the poor man out of his misery.
I’m sure if Clay had his way, he’d continue to torture the man just because he could.
“Good night, both of you,” Charles says quickly before turning on his heels and heading back toward the front desk.
“You didn’t have to be so rude,” I say as the doors slide shut. “He was just trying to be polite.”
“I can’t take the chance that you’ll run from me again. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m never letting you go,” Clay growls as he backs me into the wall of the elevator, nibbling on my bottom lip until I open slightly, giving him entrance.
“I feel like I’m going to explode,” I moan without thinking as he nips at the flesh below my ear and steps away, leaving me aching with need.
“We wouldn’t want that to happen, now, would we?” He looks so calm as the elevator doors open, and he grasps my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “Are you ready?”
Not entirely sure what he’s asking if I’m ready for, I nod. He leads me down the hall toward his condo, sliding his keycard into the door and holding it open for me. I try to look more confident than I am as I walk past him into the room. I barely cross the threshold before he grips my arm and spins me around, slamming my back against the now-closed door.
Clay’s lips crash to mine, nipping and sucking on my bottom lip, demanding entrance. I quickly grant him access as our tongues intertwine.
The world around me ceases to exist. The only thing that registers is his body pressed against mine, his hard cock pulsing into the flesh of my stomach, and the delicious ache in my core. I need Clay in a way I’ve never needed another man in my life, not even Kyle. Clay has ignited a fire in my soul that can only be quenched by him.
“Please,” I whisper as he releases my mouth and trails kisses down my neck.
“You never need to beg me for anything. Just ask, and it’s yours,” Clay murmurs as he quickly unbuttons my blouse, shoving it down my arms. “Off.”
I quickly pull my arms out as the garment falls to the floor. My chest rises and falls as I pant, waiting for him to make his next move, but he continues to stare, his once-vibrant green eyes as black as night.
“Beautiful,” he whispers.
He palms my left breast, brushing his thumb over my pebbled nipple through my lacy bra.
“So soft,” he says reverently as he meets my eyes, silently asking permission to remove my bra.
I give him a small nod, arching my back. Clay makes quick work of the clasp, sliding it down my arms, and it joins my blouse on the floor. With a groan, he lowers his mouth to my chest, pulling my right nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it before releasing it with a pop and moving to the other one.
I feel vulnerable and inadequate, so I attempt to cover myself, but he grabs my arms. “Never hide from me. You are perfection. There is no one else on this planet who compares to you.”
He scoops me up into his arms and bounds toward the bed, dropping me down with a bounce. I stare in awe as he toes off his dress shoes one at a time, his gaze never leaving mine, nothing but pure desire shining through.
“Let me,” I murmur.
I crawl on my hands and knees toward him like a cat in heat before reaching forward and unfastening his belt and pulling it out of the loops.
“We can use that later,” I purr as I flick the button on his pants and drag the zipper down with my teeth.
“Don’t tease me,” Clay growls, clutching my hair in his hand and pulling, forcing my neck up so I look directly at him. “I’m losing control, kitten.”
“Off,” I whisper as I rub my legs together, trying to relieve some of the ache between them, and I tug on the waist of his pants.
He helps me ease the pants down his legs before he takes over, pulling them down the rest of the way and stepping out of them. I lick my lips as I slide my hand into his boxers, gripping his hard cock in my hands. I collect the precum leaking from the tip and make languid strokes up and down his length. I can see Clay fighting to maintain his control, but he’s losing.
I torture him for a few more minutes before rising to my knees and using my hand to inch his boxers down. He seems to get my idea and makes quick work of removing them. His cock springs free.
I lean forward, licking the bead of precum off the head, and moan. “So delicious.”
In one swift motion, I take him all the way into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat as I hear a guttural moan spring free from his lips. He uses his hand on the back of my head to guide me as he fucks my mouth. I can’t resist the urge to reach down and rub the bundle of nerves between my legs through panties, humming in pleasure as I finally get a little relief.