Page 22 of Fluffing the Stallion

Aside from that, Clay already told me he likes to watch me fuck. No need to ask him about it when I know what he likes.

As soon as I step out of the locker room, I zero in on Clay. He’s by the table lined with food, laughing at something Dario and another actor, Eric—Rocco Miles is his stage name—are saying. Just like it does every time I see Clay happy, my chest feels warm and my heart trips over itself to gallop like crazy. It’s something about his smile that makes me irrationally happy. I find myself smiling as I walk over to him.

I’m not sure how to act with him while others are around. Not because I’m ashamed of what we have; I don’t know how he wants to play things. It’s one thing to be all over him when we’re alone, it’s another to let my costars know that a man who was previously straight is a slut for my cock.

Clay answers that question for me. When he sees me, his eyes light up and he wraps an arm around my waist possessively. “Hey,” he says, leaning in to brush a quick kiss on my stubbly cheek. “Ready to go?”

I can feel my blush heat my face. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Dario gives me a sly smile and bids us good-bye. Eric claps my shoulder. “See ya next week, man. We have a scene with Bailey. Clay, I’ll catch you at the gym?”

“Yep,” Clay says, arm tightening around my back. “I’ll have a plan for you by then.”

We wave and head out, Clay moving his hand from my back to thread his fingers with mine.

Yeah, okay. This is where we are now. I’m not complaining at all.

Once in the car, I point us in the direction of my apartment. When we get there, I let him walk inside in front of me. Mainly so I can watch his ass. It’s firm but is soft just the way I like it. It jiggles just enough for me to want to spank him to watch it sway. God, it looks just as good as it feels. I can’t wait to be inside him again.

I still can’t believe for his first time he took my cock so beautifully. He was sore after, for sure, but he accepted every inch of me without complaint. Clay is fucking amazing.

Once inside, Clay takes off his shoes and shirt, lying on the couch waiting for me. This has become our ritual. When he’s staying the night with me, we sit on the couch with Clay’s head on my lap and I stroke his hair while we talk.

Talking to Clay is so easy. Our conversations just flow, even if it’s about something as simple as what we like about looking at the clouds or some shit. We’ve never had a moment where our conversation felt forced. They’re always perfect.

I settle down on the couch, running my hands through Clay’s hair. The soft sigh he releases always does funny things to my chest. He always sounds so content. He burrows himself close to me, his eyes closed as relaxes.

“Clay, baby?” He hums, his eyes fluttering as I get a really good rub going. “Do you remember when you said you like to watch me?”

His eyes fly open and he looks at me with an expression of embarrassment. “Watch you?”

“Yeah. When I’m on set. You said you like watching me.”

Swallowing thickly, Clay stares at me for a few beats, then nods slowly. “Is that … bad?”

My smile is slow and hopefully full of all the heat I feel. “Not at all.”

Shoulders drooping with relief, Clay says, “When I had girlfriends, I always liked watching them flirting with other people. I’m not sure why it turned me on, but I did. The sex after was always fucking amazing, I was so keyed up.”

“I was afraid you’d get jealous after a while. Of what I do.”

Clay shakes his head. “No, never. It’s hot as fuck, but besides that, it’s your job. You were doing it before I came along. I can’t ask you to quit what you do if I can’t handle it. I know I can handle it though. You never have to worry about that from me.”

I bend down and kiss his nose, something I’m coming to love doing. Then I get inspired by what he told me. “Let’s go out tonight.”

“Out? Like a club or dinner?”

“Both. Either. Let’s just go out and enjoy ourselves.”

He sits up, grinning. “Okay. We can go to a club. I haven’t been out dancing in a while.”

“There’s a queer club nearby. Or do you want to go?—”

“A queer club is great. I’ve never been to one. It’ll be fun.”

I kiss him soundly, slipping my tongue into his mouth before I pull away. “Want to wear something of mine or go home and grab something?”

“I need to get some jeans, so I’ll head home. Come pick me up later? I’ll pack a bag so I can stay with you for a few nights.”

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