She swirled the tip of her tongue in little circles, and he almost lost the ability to stand.He put his hand behind her head, showing her what he liked.Nick gently pulled her hair into a ponytail.Whenever he felt himself ready to come, he gave her a little tug, warning her to ease up.She was a quick learner, listening to all his cues.
When she crouched lower to torment his balls, he knew he needed to move things along.If they kept this up, he’d come all over her, and that wasn’t what he wanted right now.He wanted to be inside her luscious body, feeling the scrape of her nails on his back.
“Now, Claire.I want you to ride me.”Nick reached for his condom, unwrapped it and rolled it on.
“With pleasure.”
He got on his back, and pumped his cock a few times.Okay.Still hard.Good.
You can do this.
She climbed on top of him and eased it inside her.
God, she felt good.Warm and tight.The perfect sanctuary.He could lose himself in her body, in her scent.He wanted to stay like this forever.
As Nick’s mind spun, other thoughts began to weasel their way in.Out of nowhere, he thought of Kristy, of how she’d sighed in frustration when he couldn’t get hard.Worries about work manifested at the same time.Why had Lacey been so cagey before?It still didn’t sit right with him.
And what if his new job didn’t turn into the great adventure he envisioned?Would he continue in this rudderless state?Because he didn’t think he could handle another year of feeling adrift.What if viewers lost interest because Michael and Eli weren’t there?Would he be able to find new viewers?He had a whole crew relying on him to be successful.If things went wrong, he’d be letting everyone down.
And, just like that, he began to go limp.
No!
Nick ground his pelvis upward, but no matter how hard he tried, he slipped out of her.
Fuck.
He grabbed her ass, guiding their movements, trying to hit her at the angle that always did the trick for him.
Only right now, his bag of tricks seemed to have a hole in it.All the magic had seeped out.
He waited for the sigh from Claire.
But it didn’t come, thank God for small mercies.Even still, there was no sense drawing this out.
“I’m sorry,” he said.“I can’t get out of my own head.Shit.”
“Nick, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s really not.”
“Let’s just take a breather.”She slid off him and lay next to him on the bed.She rested a hand on his chest.After a quiet minute or so, she swirled her fingers in the hairs there.“I like your chest hair.You have the perfect amount.You’re so sexy, Nick.”
Sexy, right.“I don’t feel that way at all.”
“You said you were caught up in your thoughts.Want to share them?”
“I just…” He rolled over to face her.“Every time I try to relax, I can’t stop my mind from racing.All of a sudden, all these worries come at me, and I just can’t seem to make them go away.It’s all stupid stuff.Work, my schedule, the thing with Kristy.I can ignore all those things a hundred times over during the day.But in bed, I can’t seem to let it go.”
“I’m sorry.I know what it’s like to get overwhelmed by worry.Letting go isn’t as easy as some would have you believe.”
“You got that right.”
“Lie back for me.”
Nick rolled onto his back again, and she rested her head on the other pillow.He was about to pull his condom off, but Claire started rubbing his chest again and it distracted him.
“There,” she said.“Now, close your eyes.”
