“Imagine how her tight, wet pussy squeezes your cock while I fill your ass,” I continue, my voice raspy. “Imagine her moaning our names, being a good girl for us.” His cock twitches in my hand.
And I know he is close.
“Babe, fuck, I—” he starts, but he’s cut off as he comes, releasing his load all over my hand and his stomach. The intense sensation of his ass squeezing my cock triggers my own orgasm.
“Holy…” I grunt, finishing inside him.
“Shit, that was…” Clay says, looking up at me with awe in his eyes. I slowly pull out of him, bringing my hand, coated with his cum, to my mouth to lick it clean.
“You’re so fucking dirty. I love it. I love you,” he says, pulling me down for a deep kiss.
I pull back, pecking his forehead before making my way to our en suite bathroom, grabbing a warm, wet washcloth to gently clean Clay’s stomach and ass. Then, I clean myself at the bathroom sink before returning to bed and lying beside him.
I pull him close, his head resting on my chest.
“We need to find a way to make that fantasy reality, babe, because fuck, I don’t think I ever came so hard in my life,” Clay mumbles.
I chuckle.I wouldn’t mind that, either.
THIRTY-FOUR
The only thingI had to look forward to for most of the day was when Josh would text me from time to time. But my phone is still trash, so I could only send back an emoji in response.
Work in the lab is interesting, which makes the time go by faster, and soon, Clay and Josh come in to get us to go eat.
When Josh’s gaze finds mine, my heart skips a beat. He comes over and pulls me into a hug, sniffing my hair.
“You’re not big on texting, it seems,” he comments, his face still buried in my hair.
“I—” I start, but Clay interrupts with an annoyed huff.
“I’m starving, guys. Can we schedule the smooching for later?”
Josh rolls his eyes at me, and I can’t help but smirk as he gives me a quick kiss on the nose before taking my hand and leading me out to where the others are waiting.
“Today is Pizza Friday.” Josh wiggles his eyebrows at me as we enter the cafeteria.
I laugh. “Of course, that is something you like.”
“You will see why. Can I grab a slice for you too?” he asks. “Even Clay gets one from time to time since it’s so good.”
We walk up to the counter, and Clay and Sophia are already getting their pizzas. “We’ll meet you at the table,” Sophia tells us.
I note the price on the display, and it’s only five dollars.Fuck it. I made good tips yesterday, and they all got one, so why not.
I grab a slice of Margherita and join Josh at the cashier to pay, then we head over to our usual table.
“… no, I will not make that mistake again. He kissed like a dead fish,” Sophia complains.
“Who are we talking about,” I ask.
“There is a cop who is into Sophia, but she went out with him once and never gave that poor man a chance again. He looks at her like a lost puppy.” Clay snickers.
“It was just awful. He is nice and all, but the kiss he gave me…” she makes a sour face, and her body shakes, “… not a fucking chance. Agree with me, Carolina. Guys who can’t kiss are not dateable. Kissing is important.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I reply quietly, shrugging.
“What?” Sophia asks.
