Page 26 of Past Lovers

They thrashed on the bed, Clay’s hands gripping his cock and stroking him slowly. Adam slid one hand down Clay’s body, but his wrist was grabbed. Denied, he broke the kiss and stared at Clay.

“If you touch me, I’m gonna explode,” Clay whispered, his voice rough.

Instead of kissing Adam again, he slid down, leaving a fiery trail along the way. Adam’s head fell back against the pillows as Clay gripped the base of his leaking cock. He gazed down his body and met Clay’s stare seconds before his friend circled the head with his tongue and collected a bit of cum. Clay’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment before reopening, the glittering green seeming somehow brighter.

“You taste so good,” Clay murmured before going in for another lick.

Adam nearly came off the bed, his back bowing. When Clay sucked the head between his firm lips, Adam wasn’t sure he’d last long himself.

The wait had been too long.

How many times had he imagined this moment, his cock in his hand?

Now, it was too intense…

Clay slid down his length, suckling him. A moan tore from his lips, and he dug his fingers through Clay’s short, dark hair. He arched his back, unable to hold back. “I’m coming!”

A scream tore through him as he came. Clay continued to draw on his cock with that beautiful mouth, draining every drop that erupted from him. He fell back against the bed, winded… his heart drumming in his chest.

Clay kept up the licking, cleaning his cock completely. The sensation almost hurt it felt so good. And then when his cock was clean, Clay kept on licking and sucking—keeping him hard. Adam closed his eyes, the edge of pleasure and pain slicing through him. His dick throbbed painfully, needing another release already.

“That’s a good boy,” Clay murmured before licking Adam’s balls.

He sucked one and then the other into his mouth while his hand stroked Adam’s hard-on. Adam released Clay’s hair as the man moved farther down… and he sucked in a gasp as he felt a tongue on his asshole.

Another moan tore through him as Clay tongue fucked him. He closed his eyes, his body as tight as a bow string, as he focused on that one spot.

“Do you have any lube?” Clay whispered.

Adam pointed to his drawer, unable to speak.

Clay rose onto his knees and leaned his big, strong body over Adam to get to the drawer. He slid it open and rifled through—before pulling out the dildo Adam stored in there.

A sly smile crossed Clay’s face. “You think of me when you use this?”

He did. Every damned time. “Maybe.” Too bad the dildo didn’t have that same curve to it that Clay’s did.

Clay chuckled before reaching for the lube. “Let’s see how well you take this cock, hmm?”

Adam’s body began to shake. He’d much rather have Clay inside him, but the thought of the guy using the dildo on him was almost as hot.

Clay squeezed some of the lube into his palm before stroking the big dildo to coat it. Adam spread his legs, needing to be claimed. Before he pressed the head to Adam’s ass, Clay primed it a little first. He coated Adam with a little lube before sliding one finger in.

“Definitely not as tight as last time,” Clay said, lifting one brow.

Adam felt heat come to his face. The only man that had been inside him was Clay… but he’d had fun with many toys along the way. A little part of him wondered if he’d been preparing for this moment… hopeful, but never truly expecting it.

“Are you jealous?” Adam asked.

Clay’s jaw tightened. “And if I am?”

The air sucked from Adam’s lungs. He couldn’t breathe. Jealousy wasn’t something to be appreciated, yet there was something primal in the emotion.

I didn’t want her to touch the man I love.

Adam had sensed there was another statement hiding within those words.

The man who’s mine.

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