Free Waiting for Clark by Annabeth Albert Page B

it. Come from my cock.”
    “Go harder. Don’t stop.”
    “Not stopping.” My own need to come was screaming in my ears, balls tight and hamstrings burning as I slammed into him.
    Love. You. Love. You. With each hard thrust, the words seemed to reverberate through my body, to the point I was stunned he couldn’t hear it too, couldn’t sense the rhythm guiding us both higher.
    “Clark. I… Jesus. Clark… Clark. ” He said my name with such a mixed-up myriad of emotions it would have taken me a year to label them all, but I thrilled to each variation.
    Yes, it’s me. Me doing this for you. To you. With you. Me. Me. Me. And you. Us. Together.
    He moaned, head tossing, seeking, then he bit my thumb as he cried out. That was it for me, and I really hoped the hard clench of his inner muscles around my cock was him coming, because no way was I holding back now. Whatever finesse I’d had at the beginning was long gone, and I pounded through my final thrusts, orgasm rocketing through me.
    “Yes. Finally. Like that. Clark.” Bryce spoke utter nonsense, but also absolute truth.
    Us. Finally. Exactly like this. I love you. The emotion throbbed through my whole body as I slowly came down from the orgasm, gently disentangling our bodies, kissing his damp neck. I knew better than to put voice to the words, no matter how desperate I felt, so I settled for collapsing next to him, pulling him against me until we were half spooning, him splayed out like a starfish, me finding a way to be wrapped around him regardless.
    He turned his head and our eyes met, his a shade I’d never seen before, an almost glowing amber. Maybe I couldn’t say the words. Maybe he couldn’t hear them. But this right here, this moment between us— it was more powerful than even the most complex equation. All physical processes? Screw that. Everything I needed to know was right in Bryce’s expression. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he brought our linked hands to his mouth, kissed the back of my hand.
    His lips moved like he wanted to say something.
    Say it. I will if you will, I tried to beam the thought at him through my eyes.
    Finally, he spoke, voice sounding rough and low. “I better set an alarm for the morning.”
    He rolled away to mess with the clock on the nightstand, then fussed with the towel, cleaning both of us off before flipping off the lights and flopping back down.
    Well. Okay then. Maybe the pretty moment was all me. Or maybe we were both fucking cowards. Someone was going to have to talk, and soon. Right when I’d resigned myself to a long, cold climb up insomnia mountain, he pulled me into a tight embrace, his front to my back, breath gently huffing into my hair. Later. We could talk later.
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Chapter Seven
    Bryce
    I woke up alone, but this wasn’t particularly troubling. Even though we both tended towards very late nights, Clark had always been able to fuel his genius brain on less than five hours of sleep, while I luxuriated in my ability to sleep in. In college, I only scheduled morning classes if Clark was in them and bugged me to join by promising to do the lion’s share of the group work. Of course I never told him he had me at, “We can take this one together!” Taking an early class was the least of what I’d have done for Clark once upon a time.
    No, waking up alone was almost a relief. It let me wallow in what an epic mistake I’d made last night. Before, I’d had this hazy sort of image that Clark and I would be good in bed together, but it was like reading an auction description for a vintage game—absolutely no guarantee the item would live up to its billing or whether the trip would be worth it. But now I knew— Clark was unequivocally worth any trouble. And what we had together wasn’t some banged-up old Pac-Man game, barely worth the money for its case. Sex with Clark was the equivalent of finding a wooden cabinet upright Blaster game in pristine condition, and I was going to spend the rest of my