“So, do the right thing,” I continued, handing Clara her smartphone. “Don’t put it off. Reach out to your boss now, kiss ass, and keep yourself with some income. Work your way back up into his graces.”
Clara took the phone from my hand and smiled up at me. ?
?You’re really great, you know that?”
“I can be,” I shrugged.
“When you’re not seated at a table with a bunch of marines and making a complete ass of yourself, at any rate,” she chuckled. “What was it you told me the night we met?”
“Oh, I told you a great number of things.”
“I’m thinking of something in particular. You asked if I had a menu, and then you were going to have me–”
“Stand on it, and I’d ask for some of you. Yeah, I definitely remember that.”
Clara pulled up her contacts list on her phone and navigated towards her boss. “It’s funny to think of how much has changed since then,” she thought aloud. “I thought you were a total prick, and even a short while later, my roommate was trying to send you away… but now, here we are.”
She lifted the phone to her ear and let it dial.
I thought about that too. A lot had changed since Clara and I had first met… but I was happy with it. It was great to finally have someone to push all of my attention into, as opposed to just cycling through girls in my bed.
“Hi, Arnold? Yes, it’s me… I know… I’m really sorry. My car… okay, sure.” She paused, pulling the phone away from her ear for a moment. “He’s putting me on hold so that he can go somewhere quieter.”
I nodded, listening for every cue in her tone.
“Right. I’m calling to apologize for tonight. I was supposed to email you yesterday and notify you that my car broke down, but I didn’t get the opportunity to reach out until now… uh-huh… yes sir… I understand… of course…” Her eyes widened, but I couldn’t tell if they were from surprise or fear. “Right… no, I get it, I understand… yes sir. Thank you, sir.”
She hung up the line and turned to me.
“Well, the good news is that I haven’t lost my job… bad news is that I’m on probation. Two shifts a week, maximum. As if I needed to add being broke to my troubles…”
“Don’t worry about the money,” I replied, pulling close and massaging her shoulders. “Just focus on doing what you’ve got to do.”
Clara looked over her shoulder at me with begrudging acceptance, and didn’t fight the point.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Dalton,” she murmured. “You came into my life at such a strange time… but I’m happy to have you.”
Her hand slipped over my knuckles as I kneaded her shoulder. It was warm and soft, squeezing tightly into the indentions between my fingers.
“I’m happy to have you too,” I smiled, planting a kiss where her jawline connected to her ear.
When she turned, her eyes half-lidded with the first waves of desire, I slid my hands to caress her face and hold it close. Giving a deep, passionate kiss, I realized how the tension had gotten my blood pumping again.
As my cock bounced with lust for her, I gently lowered Clara back down to my bed again…
Chapter 15
Dalton and I didn’t see much of each other outside of class for the following week. Most of this was due to the workload of my semester; while he had apparently elected to take it pretty easy, I’d scheduled a number of core classes into my half-year at university.
I’d just gotten my car back from the shop. His mechanic fell ill a couple of days, but prioritized replacing my engine as cheaply and efficiently as possible. I was never told how much it cost, but I told myself that I’d save up and pay him back for all of it in the future.
Since I was too busy to see him too often, I went ahead and splurged on the psychology book. Luckily, I found a late used return at the local bookstore outside the campus, so it didn’t cost me more than a hundred bucks… which, to me, was like being paid a banquet shift without having to work it.
Dalton and I stayed in communication via text. He gave me my space when I needed to focus on my schoolwork, and was never more than a few minutes away when I sent him a buzz out of the blue.
Finally, after I’d caught up with my homework and had pulled myself back out of banquet probation with Arnold, I had him come back over.
“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, nuzzling my face into his throat as we laid together in bed.
“Oh, I’ve missed you too,” he murmured.
I climbed onto his lap and bent forward, kissing his lips. I loved the warmth of them, and the feeling of his body near mine. The little crackle of energy between us never failed to invigorate me; I wondered how I could possibly do without it.
Dalton tried to lean up, but I gently held him back with my hands against his pecs. Shaking my head with an impish smile, I kissed him again. My wandering lips meandered from his own to enjoy his cheek, his chin, his jawline, his throat, any patch of skin that I could access.
Slowly, I pulled up at his shirt, peppering a trail of kisses down those rippling muscles and that stack of sculpted abs. As I continued, I began to fumble with his belt in my hands, slowly unbuckling and tugging down his jeans.
By the time I reached the V of his hips, his boxer briefs were the last deterrent between his weapon and me. Already, his tool was yearning for attention, standing tall against the underside of the fabric. Tugging those down too, I wrapped my fingers around his steaming, rigid tool.
“Do you like my hand on your cock?” I whispered into his ear as I began to stroke him.
Dalton nodded, groaning as his head sank backwards into my pillows.
“Good,” I whispered, rolling my fist over his bulbous head. “Because I think I love doing it. Knowing that I can drive you crazy with my touch…”
I sank back down his chest, licking beneath the crown of his rock-hard erection as I continued beating him off. Dalton shifted slightly beneath me, as if he were going to take control again, but I parted my lips around the red helmet tantalizingly.
“Nuh,uh, uhhh” I teased him, just hovering my lips on his blood-engorged head. “I’m in control now. You just sit back, relax, and let me take care of things…”
Dalton glanced down at me, his eyes filled with animalistic lust, but he did as he was told. He lowered his head back down to the pillows, his hands down on either side.
With that, I slid my fingers out of the way and descended down his cock.
I knew that he was huge, but I wasn’t prepared for just how much of him I was trying to fit into my mouth. I could barely manage half of his generous size, and that was only by pushing myself…
But I was determined to please him.
My head began to bob up and down his erect weapon. As my enthusiasm and passion began to take hold, I steadied myself against his body by pushing down against his thighs with my palms.
Dalton’s hands drifted downward, but instead of controlling the tempo of my mouth on his cock, or trying to force me to suck more of him inside, he graciously held my hair out of my way.
“Oh god, Clara,” I heard his husky, English accent murmur out. “That feel so bloody good…”
His reaction only prompted me further. I grew more tenacious with the motions, pushing myself to take more of him inside, speeding it up. After a moment, I relinquished his saliva-slicken cock from my mouth, rolling my fist down it again as I licked the underside.
Teasing him with my tongue, I was eager to get him towards his limit. I could feel his body begin to move around beneath me; his hips shifted in position, his chest rose and dropped in faster intervals, and his great, broad form began to subtly squirm under the pressure of my passion.
“That’s right,” I murmured, kissing his helmet as I stroked him. “Come for me, baby. I know you want to.”
Dalton looked down at me again, but his eyes were glazed with unadulterated pleasure. With another few, swift groans, his hands quickly dove for my head. He pushed my lips down around his cock as he thrust up several times, careful to not hurt me, but eager for satisfaction…
As his body trembled and his thick cock twitched between my lips, I felt his hot release burst into my mouth. In several steady, hot ropes, his salty come glazed my tongue, and I swallowed dow
n his load while he groaned heartily, draining his balls inside my mouth.
I wiped my lips with the back of my hand as I pulled back, grinning slyly down at him.
“Where did that come from?” Dalton murmured, stretching his arms and holding onto his head briefly.
“I told you I missed you,” I chuckled, sliding into place beside his broad, powerful chest. His arm naturally slid around me and kept me close.
“Yes, I can see that,” he smirked.
The stresses of our school day came upon us, and soon we fell into a nap together. I dreamt peacefully of a life where I didn’t have to worry about money, or schoolwork, or my parents, or anything else of the sort.
When I awoke, Dalton was facing away, staring into space. I watched him for a few minutes before he finally glanced back down and noticed that I wasn’t asleep anymore.
“I’ve been thinking,” he mentioned.
“Oh yeah? What about?”
After a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke. “If you’re ready, I’m about to tell you about that topic that came up before, which I wasn’t too comfortable in divulging… the topic of my wealthy relatives.”
“Only if you want to,” I nodded.
Dalton smirked. “You might not actually know this, but my grandparents are fookin’ loaded,” he explained, subtly letting his accent come out. “We’re not talking just a couple of million dollars. My grandparents have an astronomical wealth that makes my head spin.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
Dalton nodded, his eyes cutting back to meet my gaze. “Extending back generations through English history, we were the Windsor-Carlyle family. For hundreds of years, we were one of the most distinguished families in the country. We had a place at the court, lordships, ladyships…”
I listened intently, hanging on every crisp, fascinating word on his introspective breath.
“But that ended with my ancestor, Lord Abner Villas Carlyle. At the height of Windsor-Carlyle decadence, he offended Her Majesty. You see, he had quite the flame for her darling daughter, the upcoming Crown Princess… enough so that he was caught in her bedchamber, his face between her thighs.”