Page 5 of Past Lovers

“You encourage him to stay with me… and if he ever comes on to you… you shoot him down.”

“Trust me. I’m sure that was a one-time drunken haze kind of thing. It won’t be happening again.”

“Good,” she answered. “Because he’s mine.Mine.”

Adam nodded. “Okay.”

Melanie smiled and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “You were pretty fun last night. I’ll have to give you credit there.”

He winced. “You and I, too?”

“Oh yeah,” she murmured before trailing a long-nailed fingertip over his t-shirt covered chest. It looked more like a talon considering who it was attached to. “I got offso hardlast night…”

Adam closed his eyes, feeling sick.

“But your secret’s safe with me, Adam. As long as you wash my back, I’ll wash yours.”

Melanie smiled before heading back to Clay’s bedroom.

He stared at the closed door, hearing their muffled voices inside. Adam sensed he’d just lost something valuable… something he’d never get back… in his deal with the devil.

As long as I don’t lose him as a friend…

Chapter Two

Fiveyears later…

“How’s that feel?”

Clay’s warm breath washed over Adam’s ear as he asked the question. Clay’s thick dick impaled him, the hot brand of it searing him in two. Pain mixed with pleasure… the good outweighed the bad. “It’s good,” he whispered back over his shoulder. “Just give me a minute.”

He’d never had a cock inside him and still wasn’t quite sure what had led to that moment. But he was filled… and it felt fucking good.

Clay’s strong hands clutched at his hips as Melanie knelt near the headboard, watching them. Her hand slid between her thighs. She touched herself as she played voyeur to their little game. Following her lead, Adam reached down under himself and stroked his rock-hard cock. After a few minutes, his body relaxed around the foreign invasion and he rocked back a little on Clay’s shaft.

Clay must’ve taken that as a green light. He slid out a few inches before sliding back home.

Adam roared with pleasure and pain, stars showing in his vision.

The next couple of strokes were more pleasure than pain… and after a few moments, it was all pleasure. He moaned as Clay fucked him.

“I guess you win,” Melanie murmured. “You are man enough to take a dick in the ass.”

Her words washed over him. He didn’t care about Melanie or her stupid bet. He could only focus on the cock filling him.

Clay’s tempo quickened after a minute, and Adam could barely breathe. It felt so fucking good.

His hand raced to catch up before meeting the same slick slide Clay did behind him.

All three of their moans filled the room, along with the scent of sex.

He could feel the orgasm rising… could feel it spiraling through him.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Clay whispered beside his ear. “So… tight. I could fuck you all night.”

Clay’s deep, raspy voice did almost more to his desire than the cock in his ass. That deep, Southern accent, along with those strong hands gripping him tight… the feel of a man fucking him and using his body…

OfClayfucking him and using his body…

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