Page 86 of Brittle Heart

Clay’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close to a comforting, warm chest.

“Hey, babe, I’m sorry I woke you,” Clay apologizes, planting a gentle kiss on the back of my neck.

“No, please wake me up. I always sleep better when I know you’re right beside me,” I say, turning to hug him tightly.

I press my lips to his forehead and take in a deep breath, savoring the scent of his ginger-eucalyptus shampoo. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower. “I miss you, love. Late shifts are tough.”

He holds me tighter. “I know, I’m sorry. Just a few more weeks,” he reassures me.

The room is enveloped in darkness, but the soft glow of the streetlamps outside casts a gentle light through the windows, just enough so I can see his eyes.

I gently cup his cheek and stroke it with my thumb. “How was your day?”

“Nothing that I haven’t already texted you, but Carolina was absolutely hilarious today. She…” Clay starts, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I smirk knowingly. “You like her, don’t you?”

He looks at me with wide eyes, slightly caught off guard. “No, I mean, yes, but not like that. She’s just fun to be around,” he clarifies, defending himself.

I let my thumb trace over his bottom lip gently. “You can tell me, you know that. Is she someone you’d like to invite?”

Clay lowers his gaze. “I don’t know. Josh would probably kill us.”

I nod. “It’s possible he would have a problem with that.” I smirk. “She’s not your usual type.”

Clay tends to be attracted to tall, blonde, model-like girls, while I lean more toward the cute and curvy type. But since that is mostly not the type of girl who is into an arrangement like ours, we stick to Clay’s preferences. Not that I am complaining.

“I know. She’s not what I’d typically go for. She is fucking cute, though, and she has that radiance. I don’t know, it’s just… there’s something about her, you know? Maybe it’s her sassy mouth.” Then he admits, “I want to spank her ’til she is a good girl for me so badly.”

I think about Carolina’s fine-as-fuck dump truck and agree wholeheartedly with the spanking.

I let my hand wander to his throat, gently squeezing it. “Oh, so my boy wants a good girl?” I ask, my gaze fixed on his lips.

“Yes,” he breathes out, and I get on top of him, my knee between his legs, before I kiss him deeply.

“But only good boys get good girls,” I say against his lips. “Are you a good boy for me?”

“Yes,” he says again, moaning when I press my knee against his crotch.

“I think you’ll have to prove that,” I tease, my hand wandering down to his boxers.

Since we both sleep in just our underwear, it’s easy for me to slip my hand inside his and grasp his already hard cock. He hisses at the sensation as I stroke him a few times, enjoying the familiar power I still have over him after all these years.

“Please,” he whimpers out, and I use my other hand to pull down his boxers, freeing him of them.

“Please, what?” I ask, positioning myself between his legs and leaning over his beautiful, thick cock, already dripping with pre-cum.

“Please, fuck me.” He moans, and in response, I lick a slow, deliberate path from the base of his cock to the tip, taking him into my mouth. “Fuck.” He groans.

I release him from my mouth with a pop. “Oh, I’m definitely going to fuck you, but only if you’re a good boy and let me suck this beautiful cock first.”

I slide my lips back around him, sucking and relishing the way he squirms beneath me, his grip on the covers tightening.

“Xander,” he moans out, the pleasure evident in his voice.

“You know I have to prepare you for me first, love,” I remind him, kissing the tip of his cock before standing.

I pull down my boxers and reach for the bottle of lube from our nightstand. Returning between Clay’s spread thighs, I squeeze a generous amount of lube onto him, his legs instinctively rising to his chest to give me easier access.

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