Page 68 of Brittle Heart

It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m just finishing her gift. I found this old rose mug in our cupboard, still in great condition. It could count as vintage. Chiara had some leftover markers from her school project, which work on ceramic, so I drew the winking tea bag with the ‘naugh-tea’ pun I sketched yesterday on the mug. I think it turned out cute, and it suits Sophia.

I put it in a cardboard box, drawing little tea bags on it. I don’t have any gift wrapping, so I use an old newspaper instead. On top, I write ‘Happy Birthday, Sophia,’ in big letters. It’s not perfect, but I do my best, hoping she’ll like it.

It’s the thought that counts, right?

I grab my jeans and Henley and head into the bathroom. Then, I brush and style my hair, making it look shiny, and apply more makeup than usual, tinting my lips with a dark berry shade. When I look at myself in the mirror, I start to get excited. This is the first birthday party or get-together I’ve been invited to since middle school.

Maybe I’m even going to like it.

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Xander

With all the late shifts they are doing lately, I rarely see my boy. And now I have to spend one of our family Sundays with other people instead of balls deep inside him.

I move my hand up to Clay’s neck, applying gentle pressure and tilting his head a little to deepen our kiss. I nibble on his lower lip, and he lets out a soft whimper. This stirs something inside me, and I feel myself getting harder, my jeans becoming uncomfortably tight. I bring my other hand to his crotch, squeezing his bulge and groaning into his mouth.

Pressing my forehead against his, I whisper, “You’re such a good boy, always so responsive.” I give him another squeeze over his jeans, and I imagine how his toes are curling up.

“Fuck, babe, there are people waiting inside for us.” He nearly moans.

We are sitting in my car in the covered parking lot beside the house, just returning from getting more champagne. He gives me his bedroom eyes, and I can’t resist him.

Shielded by walls on the left and right, no one will see me suck my boy’s cock real quick. “I don’t give a fuck who’s waiting,” I tell him, although I admit I’m kind of excited to see Carolina again.

I can’t help but wonder if she’d be just as pliant as my boy.Will she whimper and moan just for me like he does?

The thought gets me even harder, and I open Clay’s jeans, my hand slipping inside his boxers and finding his perfect thick cock, giving it a squeeze.

“Xander,” he moans out my name, letting his head fall back to the headrest and closing his eyes.

I start to pump his cock, hard and fast, how he likes it, while kissing and nibbling up his neck.

“As soon as those people are gone, I am going to spend the rest of the night in your tight little asshole with my tongue, my fingers, and my cock. Fucking you until you can’t take any more and beg me to stop,” I whisper against his skin.

“As if I ever begged you for anything other than to fuck me harder,” he remarks, and I huff a laugh before biting down on his neck.

“You little brat, now shut up and come in my mouth,” I say, leaning down and taking him deep.

“Fuck…” He huffs, his hands finding the door and my hair, gripping both.

I suck him hard, letting my tongue circle the head of his cock, nibbling on it and making him whimper. I hollow out my cheeks while I suck him in again, his hands in my hair gripping tighter, and the slight pain makes me groan around his cock.

After just a few more pumps of my fist and some circles with my tongue, Clay releases down my throat, making me swallow all of it.

When he comes down from his high, I sit up, taking his head in both hands and bringing his lips to mine, kissing him deeply once more.

“Light of my life,” I say.

“Love of mine,” he answers, panting slightly.

I give him one more peck before shifting his cock back inside his jeans and zipping him up.

Looking down at my own bulge in my jeans, I groan. “We have to stop doing this all the time before we have to be somewhere. This will take ages to go back down.”

Clay chuckles. “Do you want me to take care of it?” he asks, reaching for my zipper.

I grab his wrist and bring his palm to my mouth, kissing it gently before pulling on his wrist to bring him closer to me, gazing into his beautiful chocolate eyes. “No, the only place I am going to come today is inside you.”

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