Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
“Hey, my love,” I whisper, still half-asleep.
Clay’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close to a comforting, warm chest.
“Hey, babe, I’m sorry I woke you,” Clay apologizes, planting a gentle kiss on the back of my neck.
“No, please wake me up. I always sleep better when I know you’re right beside me,” I say, turning to hug him tightly.
I press my lips to his forehead and take in a deep breath, savoring the scent of his ginger-eucalyptus shampoo. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower. “I miss you, love. Late shifts are tough.”
He holds me tighter. “I know, I’m sorry. Just a few more weeks,” he reassures me.
The room is enveloped in darkness, but the soft glow of the streetlamps outside casts a gentle light through the windows, just enough so I can see his eyes.
I gently cup his cheek and stroke it with my thumb. “How was your day?”
“Nothing that I haven’t already texted you, but Carolina was absolutely hilarious today. She…” Clay starts, a hint of amusement in his voice.
I smirk knowingly. “You like her, don’t you?”
He looks at me with wide eyes, slightly caught off guard. “No, I mean, yes, but not like that. She’s just fun to be around,” he clarifies, defending himself.
I let my thumb trace over his bottom lip gently. “You can tell me, you know that. Is she someone you’d like to invite?”
Clay lowers his gaze. “I don’t know. Josh would probably kill us.”
I nod. “It’s possible he would have a problem with that.” I smirk. “She’s not your usual type.”
Clay tends to be attracted to tall, blonde, model-like girls, while I lean more toward the cute and curvy type. But since that is mostly not the type of girl who is into an arrangement like ours, we stick to Clay’s preferences. Not that I am complaining.
“I know. She’s not what I’d typically go for. She is fucking cute, though, and she has that radiance. I don’t know, it’s just… there’s something about her, you know? Maybe it’s her sassy mouth.” Then he admits, “I want to spank her ’til she is a good girl for me so badly.”
I think about Carolina’s fine-as-fuck dump truck and agree wholeheartedly with the spanking.
I let my hand wander to his throat, gently squeezing it. “Oh, so my boy wants a good girl?” I ask, my gaze fixed on his lips.
“Yes,” he breathes out, and I get on top of him, my knee between his legs, before I kiss him deeply.
“But only good boys get good girls,” I say against his lips. “Are you a good boy for me?”
“Yes,” he says again, moaning when I press my knee against his crotch.
“I think you’ll have to prove that,” I tease, my hand wandering down to his boxers.
Since we both sleep in just our underwear, it’s easy for me to slip my hand inside his and grasp his already hard cock. He hisses at the sensation as I stroke him a few times, enjoying the familiar power I still have over him after all these years.
“Please,” he whimpers out, and I use my other hand to pull down his boxers, freeing him of them.
“Please, what?” I ask, positioning myself between his legs and leaning over his beautiful, thick cock, already dripping with pre-cum.
“Please, fuck me.” He moans, and in response, I lick a slow, deliberate path from the base of his cock to the tip, taking him into my mouth. “Fuck.” He groans.
I release him from my mouth with a pop. “Oh, I’m definitely going to fuck you, but only if you’re a good boy and let me suck this beautiful cock first.”
I slide my lips back around him, sucking and relishing the way he squirms beneath me, his grip on the covers tightening.
“Xander,” he moans out, the pleasure evident in his voice.
“You know I have to prepare you for me first, love,” I remind him, kissing the tip of his cock before standing.
I pull down my boxers and reach for the bottle of lube from our nightstand. Returning between Clay’s spread thighs, I squeeze a generous amount of lube onto him, his legs instinctively rising to his chest to give me easier access.
“Look at you, being such a good boy for me tonight,” I praise, my voice filled with adoration as I start to circle his puckered hole with my thumb. “God, I’ve missed your tight little ass too. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“After ten years of taking your massive cock, I don’t think it’s quite as tight anymore,” he breathes out.
I slap him on the thigh before leaning in to grab his throat again. “You little brat,” I scold. “I’m not going to fuck you when you talk about yourself like that.”
Squeezing his throat, I slide my finger inside him, making him moan. “See?” I whisper, my voice laced with desire. “Tight and perfect as fuck.” I peck his lips before releasing him, focusing on stretching him out further by sliding another finger inside.
“Oh my God.” Clay groans, his eyes shut and his head falling back on the pillow.
I withdraw my fingers and apply more lube, making sure we’re both covered.
Then leaning over him, I kiss him passionately as I guide the head of my cock into his entrance.
He gasps for air, breaking the kiss, and I rest my forehead against his, my voice filled with love and tenderness.
“I love you so damn much,” I whisper, trying to be gentle as I press further inside.
He pushes his ass back against me, gripping the back of my head, and hisses out, “Shut up and fuck me already.”
I chuckle, biting his lip, before sitting up straight again. “Then be a good boy and take all of it.”
I push his thighs further toward his chest, sinking my cock deep inside him, relishing in the sweet sound of his moans with every thrust. Once fully seated inside, I look at him. “You good, love?”
Topping him always comes with a mix of pain and pleasure, and I never want to hurt him.
“Yes, babe. Don’t make me beg again,” he pleads, his eyes flying open as I begin to move.
“Holy shit, you feel so fucking good,” I say, closing my eyes and picking up the pace of my thrusts.
“Yes, oh my God.” Clay moans, his hands gripping my shoulders for support.
“Look at my boy, taking my cock so damn well,” I praise, my voice laced with pleasure as I feel his tight ass clench around my shaft. “Fuck, love.”
With one hand, I take hold of his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. “Xander,” he moans out.
“Imagine Carolina riding this cock while I fuck your ass,” I say, gripping him hard.
“Fuck!” He nearly whimpers, his grip on the sheets tightening as he presses his eyes shut.
“Imagine how her tight, wet pussy squeezes your cock while I fill your ass,” I continue, my voice raspy. “Imagine her moaning our names, being a good girl for us.” His cock twitches in my hand.
And I know he is close.
“Babe, fuck, I—” he starts, but he’s cut off as he comes, releasing his load all over my hand and his stomach. The intense sensation of his ass squeezing my cock triggers my own orgasm.
“Holy…” I grunt, finishing inside him.
“Shit, that was…” Clay says, looking up at me with awe in his eyes. I slowly pull out of him, bringing my hand, coated with his cum, to my mouth to lick it clean.
“You’re so fucking dirty. I love it. I love you,” he says, pulling me down for a deep kiss.
I pull back, pecking his forehead before making my way to our en suite bathroom, grabbing a warm, wet washcloth to gently clean Clay’s stomach and ass. Then, I clean myself at the bathroom sink before returning to bed and lying beside him.
I pull him close, his head resting on my chest.
“We need to find a way to make that fantasy reality, babe, because fuck, I don’t think I ever came so hard in my life,” Clay mumbles.
I chuckle. I wouldn’t mind that, either.