Page 44 of Brittle Heart

He quickly shoves his pants down with his boxers and toes off his socks as he steps out of them. Then he takes my hand, leading me into our en suite bathroom.

After turning on the shower, he pulls me close for a deep kiss. I tilt his head further, gripping his throat and deepening the kiss. He releases a delicious groan, and my grip tightens briefly before I release him. “Get in the shower, love. Or I might just lick you clean.”

Clay chuckles. “That would be pretty hot if I hadn’t sweat so much.”

I lean in to lick his neck. “You know I love you sweaty.”

“Fuck,” Clay murmurs, but I turn him around and nudge him into the shower, giving his ass a slap.

Once we’re under the warm spray, I grab the shampoo and begin washing his hair, massaging his scalp. He leans back against my chest, his head resting on my shoulder. He’s too tempting, and my shampooed hands glide over every inch of his muscular body.

His eyes are closed as he hums contentedly, and I place a gentle kiss on his temple. “Are you tired, love?” I whisper against his skin.

“Never too tired for you,” he replies.

Using the showerhead, I thoroughly rinse him before placing it back so the water can cascade down over us. Then I let my hand wander down to his erection. With him still leaning back against my shoulder, I have the perfect view and see how his abs tense when I grip him.

I stroke him, simultaneously nibbling on his neck. “My boy had such a long day,” I say, gripping him tighter and eliciting a whimper. “Let me help you relax,” I whisper in his ear as my thumb glides over the head of his cock.

“Babe,” he breathes out, his hands reaching behind him to grip my thighs.

“What do you need, light of my life?” I ask, quickening my pace.

He turns to face me, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. The water cascades down us, our bodies slipping against each other. The tips of our cocks touch, and I seize the moment.

With my free hand on his hip, I pull him closer, allowing me to grasp both our cocks in one hand. I stroke us, our shafts rubbing together, my piercings pressing into him with my firm grip.

“Fuck…” Clay moans against my lips, jutting his hips into me.

His weight starts to give, and I tighten my grip on his hip with bruising force to keep him from sliding to the floor.

Resting my forehead against his, I maintain the perfect grip and rhythm on our cocks. “Are you going to be a good boy and come with me?” I ask, panting, my balls drawing up.

“Yes,” Clay responds, his breath shaky, his hands now clutching my shoulders.

I glance down, admiring the contrast of his flawless skin against my tattoos. The head of his cock glistens with pre-cum, and I want to lick it off him so bad, but the thought makes me even hornier, and I growl, the vibration adding to the building pleasure.

“Come for me, love,” I urge, my need for release threatening to take over.

His body is eager to obey. I feel him tense up, and I lean in, capturing his moans with a deep kiss. I increase the pressure as I quicken the pace, stroking us both with fervent desire.

He comes, covering my cock and hand. The sensation of his cum on me triggers my own orgasm, and I bite down on his lip, growling.

We stand there a while, the only sounds around us are running water and our ragged breathing.

When we finally break the kiss, Clay murmurs, “Holy shit.”

I grip his chin and peck his lips. “That’s my good boy.”

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Carolina

My morning was terrible.

The jerks at the bar last night were complete assholes, and I had to keep reminding myself that it’s not okay to smack someone, or I would lose my jobagain.It took forever to get them out, and I got home even later than usual, which resulted in a crappy two hours of sleep.

In class, we got back an assignment we had to do in pairs last week, and it was okay, but not as good as the grades I usually get, which bugs me. So I’m stressed, tired, and grumpy when I walk into Sophia’s lab.

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