The footsteps are heading upstairs, but a second later, Clay walks into the living room.
“There you are.” He smiles, coming over and laying on top of me, breathing in my scent. “I love the smell of your neck, just behind your ear. I could breathe you in forever.”
I put my arms around him and pull him even closer to me. “Fuck, I missed you. Did you have a good evening?”
I look over at the clock on the surround sound system, just after one in the morning. I actually wanted to stay awake and wait for him.
“Now it’s a good evening,” he murmurs against my skin as I trace slow circles on his back. “How was your day?”
“Finished a tattoo sleeve today. It went pretty well. The dude was chill. Didn’t talk much,” I say, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Clay laughs softly, pulling back to meet my eyes, “Your favorite kind of client, huh? The silent type.”
“Well, my private life is loud enough with my boy, who seems unable to shut up,” I tease him.
“Oh hush, I am a delight to be around,” he boasts.
“Wouldn’t argue with that,” I say, brushing his tousled hair away from his eyes, a clear sign of a long day at work. “Light of my life.”
His gaze gets soft. “Love of mine,” he says before his lips meet mine.
I groan into the kiss, my hand drifting down to gently massage his neck. Pulling back, he rests his forehead against mine, exhaling softly. “I need a shower.”
“Mind if I join you?” I ask.
He smirks before getting to his feet and reaching out to help me up.
“Oh, I so do not mind,” he says, pulling me to my feet, then we make our way upstairs.
I follow him into our room and close the door behind us before turning back to him. “Do you need help with that?” I ask, nodding to his uniform.
I absolutely love when he wears it, it’s so damn sexy. But I love it even more when he takes it off.
“I’m quicker,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt, making me chuckle.
I pull my black T-shirt over my head, then slide down my sweatpants along with my boxers, standing naked before him. This makes him pause, his gaze fixed on my hard-on, freezing in the middle of taking off his shirt.
“I thought you said you were quicker,” I tease, stepping closer to help him with his shirt and unzip his uniform pants. “God, I love how tight these are on your perfect ass,” I comment, reaching out to give it a squeeze.
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 tootempting, 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.
