Page 24 of Fluffing the Stallion

As soon as we get inside my apartment, I have Clay’s back against the door, kissing him deep. He moans, his hands gliding into my pants, squeezing my bare ass. I press into him, our hard cocks slotting together. Moving back and forth, I give us both the friction we’re dying for. Clay moans into my mouth and I swallow it, wanting more.

But I have bigger plans for Clay.

Reluctantly, I draw my mouth from his. “Take your clothes off and meet me in the shower.”

I step back slowly, keeping my eyes on him as he strips his shirt off. Then his pants follow before they get caught on his shoes. I chuckle as he fumbles with them. His face turns red with embarrassment, but he still gives me a sexy grin.

“Hurry, baby,” I mutter, then turn around to head to the shower, taking my own clothes off along the way.

Once I’m stripped down, I step under the shower spray, making sure it’s warm enough for Clay. He appears seconds later, stepping into me and kissing my neck. I tip my head back as I roam my hands over his naked body. Unlike mine, his ass is smooth and hairless. Not that I hate my ass. My hairy booty seems to be a fan favorite—Clay told me as much. He sure likes it.

But tonight, it’s about his ass.

Soaping my hands, I glide my hands between his ass cheeks, cleaning him up as well as teasing his hole. Clay grunts, pushing back against my hand. With one hand, I spread him apart, with the other, I wash him good, feeling his pucker twitch at the contact.

After I rinse the suds away, I turn him around, thrusting his hands up against the wall. “Don’t move. I want to have my way with this ass tonight.”

Clay moans. “Please.”

Dropping to my knees, I spread him open, staring at his tight entrance. He looks so fucking good here, so delicious, so edible.

Slowly, I stick out my tongue, taking a long swipe of him. We both groan. His puckered skin under my tongue feels amazing. The taste of him is addictive.

Gripping his cheeks hard, I spread him further and go to work.

Flattening my tongue, I lick from his balls to the top of his hole, repeating the process over and over. His flavor bursts on my tongue and I swallow him down, needing more.

Clay snakes his hands in my hair, holding me to his hole so I can dine on him. I wouldn’t dream of moving. He spreads his legs more, giving me space to reach around and jerk his cock as I eat him out.

I close my mouth around his hole, sucking the puckered rim into my mouth. Clay moans over and over, sounding sweet and sexed out. I relish the sounds, jerking his cock hard as lick at him. Spearing my tongue, I press it into him, fucking him with it. Clay groans, body shuddering and I can’t help my groan in return.

Clay’s hole pulses around my tongue, sucking me in like it doesn’t want to let me go. It won’t get any objections from me. I keep sliding my tongue in and out of him, wanting to hit all the pleasure spots within him.

Reaching down with my free hand—Clay’s ample ass cheeks closing around my face and caging me in—I cup my balls, tugging them gently as I jerk him. I want to be inside him so bad, but that can wait. Getting my fill of Clay can’t.

When I’m close and Clay tells me he is, I pull my tongue from his ass and stand up, turning him around. He flops around as if he’s unable to control his movements, but I wrap my arm around him to keep him upright.

With my other hand, I grab our dicks, holding them together. I spit between us since water doesn’t make good lube and start to beat us off. We’re so close to coming that I don’t need much more than that. I jerk us off fast, my mouth close to Clay’s. I’m not sure he wants to kiss me after?—

His mouth slams down hard on mine, his tongue snaking into me as he releases small, aborted moans. Less than thirty seconds later, we’re both coming over my fist, quivering as we release hard.

Breathing heavily, I look down at Clay’s blissed-out face. He grins up at me, looking like he can fall asleep now. “That was amazing. I’ll have to do you so you can see.”

Kissing his nose, I nod. “I’d love that.”

I get Clay out of the shower, dried off and tucked into bed. I climb in behind him, nuzzling his neck. “I see what you mean when you say you like to watch. Seeing you with Jensen? Sexy as fuck.”

He chuckles sleepily. “Told you. That’s why you mauled me when we got home?”

“Yep.” I kiss the back of his neck. “I had a great time tonight,” I tell him, meaning it. Even though we didn’t stay long, I enjoyed being out with Clay.

He sighs, looking back at me. “Me too. Let’s do it again sometime. This time, I get to watch you.”

“You do that often.”

Clay barks a laugh. “I get to watch you fuck. I want to watch you dance. You move well.”

“You do too, baby.” Turning his face around to mine, I give him a slow, unhurried kiss that has my toes curling. Once I’ve had my fill, I release his lips. “Get some sleep. I’ll hold you until morning.”

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