Page 17 of Fluffing the Stallion

“I’m not opposed to that,” I mutter, kissing along his jaw as I rub my dick along his. “But let me feed you. Then we can get back to round two. Or is it round three for you?”

“Ha ha,” he mock laughs. “It’s your fault for sounding like that when I was sucking your dick. You sounded hungry for my mouth and I wanted to suck you dry.”

I slap his ass. “Yeah, up. Before I stretch your ass and sink into you. I don’t think you’re quite ready for that.”

With wide eyes, Clay climbs off my lap and looks at me, then his eyes drop to my dick. “How will I get ready to take it? Your dick, that is. It’s …” he swallows thickly, but I can see the heat in his eyes. “… it’s huge. How do I learn to take it?”

Grinning, I grab him by the shirt and pull him closer. “I’ll take care of that for you. Until then, you can always fuck me.”

His eyes widen more. “Umm … I want you to fuck me first. Is that … can we do that?”

“We can do whatever you want, baby. But first, let me feed you.”

Nodding, he gets off the bed and pads into my bathroom. I pull out a shirt for him to wear, since his got messy. I grab clothes for myself, then head to bathroom. I hand Clay a washcloth and he wipes up his belly with warm soapy water. I do the same and drag the cloth over my cock.

After we’re clean, we go to my living room and I pull out menus while Clay has a seat on my sofa.

“There’s Chinese, Italian, Pizza, Korean, and a burger place nearby. What do you have a taste for?”

“Korean please.” Sounds good to me, so I place the orders.

When I sit beside Clay, I’m surprised when he lies down, his head resting on my thigh. He sighs, sliding closer to me until his head in the perfect position for me to massage his scalp. After a few beats, I drag my hand slowly through his wild locks. Clay sighs again and I watch his eyes drift shut.

“Where are you from, Clay?”

“Jansville, Maine,” he murmurs. “Born and raised. You?”

“Here. Well, not here. Cliff Point, Georgia. About two hours from here.” I grin. “You decided college here was the best option after living so far up north?”

He smiles, but it drops quickly. “It was the cheapest university that I got accepted to. I didn’t have a scholarship until my second year of college, but it was only a partial. That’s why I needed money so bad. I’m close to graduation. I don’t want something like paying tuition to stop me from getting my degree. My family is depending on me.”

“Do you need more money to pay your tuition?”

Clay shakes his head. “Nope. In fact, I’ve already paid up. Working at Carnal Desires helped me pay for school faster than any other job would have.”

My stomach turns when he says he’s already paid his tuition. That means he’ll leave the studio. I mean, that’s fine since we’re going to be dating, but I like having him around the set, watching me, jerking me, sucking me.

Swallowing past the tightness in my throat, I ask. “So, you’re done working there?”

Clay opens his eyes, looking at me incredulously. “What? No. I like it there. I’ll probably quit after graduation, but that’s a few months off. I still have time.”

Grinning at his answer, I lean back into the couch, feeling excited.

“How many siblings do you have?” I ask him, still carding my hands through his hair.

“Four. I’m the oldest. All boys.”

“Your poor mom.”

Clay laughs, another happy sigh leaving his lips when I graze my fingers over his scalp. “She’s tough. She knows how to wrangle us in. I think she liked the challenge of trying to keep five boys in line.”

“Tell me about them.” I’m an only child. I’m not sure what it’s like to have a lot of siblings running around.

The smile that brightens Clay’s face is breathtaking. I stare at him, hoping to always bring smiles like this out of him. He’s so fucking gorgeous. And he’s mine.

“My little brothers, well, they’re not so little anymore.” He chuckles. “Tommy, he’s the next oldest. He’s nineteen. He’s a smart kid—he was able to land a full ride to a state school in Maine. He’s studying something with the planets or the clouds or something. He tells me all the time, but I zone him out because I don’t know what the fuck any of it means.” I laugh at that.

“Jay is the next. He just turned eighteen. He plays baseball. He’s very talented. We’re all hoping scouts check him out so he can get a scholarship as well. Dean is the next. He’s fifteen. He’s going through his phase of finding himself, getting his interests together, but I know he can do it. He’s stubborn like the rest of us. Then there’s Max. He’s thirteen. He’s smart like Tommy. Always has his head in the books and telling us all the facts he’s learned. I love when he calls, telling me new facts he read in a book that he thinks I’d find interesting.”

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