Page 60 of Strong Side

He’s up and has me flipped around before I can even blink. “You’re already begging for my cock, Baby?”

He’s spread out above me, elbows beside my head, rubbing his rock-hard cock against mine, the sound of our ragged breaths barely audible against the winds of the storm as it draws closer. “You were just begging too… Or have you already forgotten?”

With a playful smile on his face, he bites out, “Someone’s feeling extra bratty today.”

“Maybe,” I shrug, “Or maybe I just like giving you exactly what you want. And you know you love it when I’m a brat for you.” A deep growl sounds from his chest. “I love to drive you wild, Clay. I need the sounds coming out of you to be loud enough for them to hear you back at the bonfire. I’m not going to be able to see that pretty face of yours while you fuck me from behind, so let go. Let go for me. I want control of your pleasure… at least for now.”

We both know he’s always the one in control. I know that’s where he feels most comfortable, most likely to compensate for the utter lack of control he’s had over his own life. But I want him to be comfortable with me.I want him to be able to let go. Just like he did the other night at his apartment

Just like he let go of his father earlier.

He moves his hands to the side of my head, still bearing all his weight on top of my body, and I sink into the comforting feeling of all that is Clayton Aldrich. With a ragged whisper, he confides, “Rocky, you’re one of the only things that brings me pleasure in this life.”

“More than volleyball?” I ask with a cheeky grin.

Clay tips his head back in a laugh. “Would you accept a tie?”

I smile up at him and smash my lips to his. I reach to the side of him where the remote is for the toy and hit the button to bring it to life. Clay’s head falls forward with a groan. “Is that too much?”

He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “No. It’s perfect. Let me get you ready.” He drops a dollop of lube on his fingers, and his rough fingers move around my hole. He gets one in before he quickly enters another, stretching me while he’s coating his pulsing cock in lube.

I moan at his touch. “Foda-me já.” His eyes burn with lust, fully aware of what I just said to him.

My favorite switch of his visibly flips as he commands, “Flip over, hands and knees. Now.” I flip over the second his fingers slide out of me, but I don’t even have time to miss them as his cock breaches my hole the nextsecond. We both let out a feral groan. Somehow I have enough wherewithal to click the remote a couple more times, fully aware that the intense vibrations will have him coming in a matter of minutes.

His jaw is clenched as he pumps in and out of me. “Baby,” he groans. “If you don’t turn it down, I’m not going to last.” I hit the button twice as the last word leaves his mouth, wanting to see him unravel.

I mumble into the blanket my face is currently smashed into, “Let me hear you. Let them hear you,Garotão.Use me.”

“You want to be my little cock whore?” He’s pounding into me at a punishing pace. “You want everyone to know what you do to me? That you drive me wild. That you know exactly what I need and when I need it?” I’m nodding my head against the blanket, and I hear his hand land on my ass before my body registers the sting. “Words, Rocky.”

All at once, I turn the toy up to max vibration while clenching my ass around him. “Mmm, yes,Garotão,I’m your filthy little cock whore.”

That tips him over the edge. He growls deep and low. A sound that’s so very unlike the happy-go-lucky Clay the rest of the world is used to—a noise that will be ingrained in my brain until the end of time. “Fuck, Baby, I’m coming. Tell me you want my cum.”

“Preencha, Garotão.”

He’s so deep in me that I know nothing will ever compare. And I don’t ever want it to. As his body is over mine, he whispers in my ear, “You’re going to keep my cum nice and warm, right where it belongs, while you fuck me.”

He pulls out of me, pulling my ass cheeks apart and admiring his handy work. My body heats under his intense gaze. It’s filthy and feral, and I fucking love it.

Once he’s had his fill, I pull away and flip around. “Lay down for me.”

Clay gets into position, and I kneel over him. “Are you ready for me?”

Grabbing my face, he kisses my lips fiercely. After a moment, his mouth moves against mine as he answers, “Yes, Baby. Fill me up.”

I reach down and slowly pull the plug out of him, tossing it to the side. Lubing my cock up, then rubbing the head around his perfect little hole, I pause for a second as I look up at his face and appreciate his deep brown eyes, his jawline that’s covered in just the right amount of stubble, and his hair that’s always perfectly messy on the top.

And just like on the court, he knows what I’m thinking before I do, and he nods his head. “Please, Baby. Use me,take the lead.” Fuck, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.

I break through his ring of muscle and slowly slide to the hilt. Feral groans leave both of our lips in a beautiful symphony of filth. Lightening flashes outside with another crack of thunder right on its heels, and not more than a moment later, rain begins to pound against the roof of the lifeguard shack.

Clay’s legs are up by his chest, and it gives me the perfect angle to really drive into him, and even though he just came, his cock is still hard as a rock.

His refractory period really does need to be studied, but I’ll circle back to that thought.

Breathlessly, I plead, “I want you to come without touching your cock.”

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