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“We all do our best, but it feels good to hear it.”
“Sure does. Sometimes I have a bit of a praise kink.” He winks and chuckles. “Milo’s probably wondering if I’m chewing you out. We should probably head back.”
“He thinks the world of you.”
A nod. “He’s the best kid brother anyone could ever ask for.”
When we return to the family, Callie is chatting with Debs. Milo’s playing with Emily and Shannon on the floor with a pile of stuffed animals. I don’t think I could ask for a better Christmas. I don’t think I can imagine one either.
Chapter 15
Milo
This is it.The end of the month. My heart pounds and even though I think we’re on the same page, both in love, I’m still nervous. I rub a finger over the top of his couch to give me something to do. “So…” I start. I can’t even look him in the eyes. What if he does reject me?
Clay takes my hands. “I want you, Milo. I love you. You’ve poured yourself into my soul. I want Big Milo as much as I want Little Milo.”
I blink up at him. “Really?”
“Yes, and I’m going to shower you with even more love until you realize how much you’re loved.” Clay presses his lips to mine and I melt into him. His kisses make life colorful. Excitement bursts behind my eyes. He cups the back of my head so gently.
As if we share the same brain cell, we strip our shirts off.
“I need you.” He’s ignited a spark in me and I need his touch. My hands go to his belt and rip it off, making that sexy zipper sound as I do. I won’t let him do all the work, and I drop to my knees to yank off his pants and underwear. His cock springs up in my face and I lick the tip, playing with his slit, making him moan.
“Fuck, Milo. I love when you do that.”
His is the only cock I’ve ever tasted and will ever taste. He’s it for me. I work him with my hands while he reaches into the nightstand to grab the lube. I push my ass up higher to give him access. I’d already prepared myself, hoping this was how we’d end the night, but I’ll never pass up Clay fingering my ass.
One of his fingers sinks into my hole and I moan around his cock. “So good.” He adds another finger and fucks me with them. I’m lost in the rhythm and the salty, bitter taste of him. He adds a third and I buck into him. “Fuck me, Clay. I need you.” I look at him through my lashes.
Instead of doing as I ask, he pushes to his feet and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal and laugh. Upon reaching his bedroom, and his giant bed, he slowly drops me on the soft comforter, then kisses down my body. He slurps and laves at my heated skin before flipping me onto my stomach. My back arches when he kneads my ass.
“Yes,” I chant, wiggling my booty at him.
Clay gives it a playful swat before pulling me to my knees and dipping his tongue into my hole. I yelp and bite the comforter beneath me. “Fuck. Yes. Don’t stop.”
The growl that rumbles from him makes me harder than I think is possible. His hand strokes my cock and I cry out. So many sensations at once.
I concentrate on his mouth, how it’s dipping into me and making the world stop.
“Ready?” Clay asks. The snap of the lube bottle rings out before the lube drips down my crack. Clay rubs it in, then on his cock. He presses to my entrance.
“Yes. Yes.”
Clay slides into me slowly. So damn slowly. He grips my hips, nails digging into my skin, and I know he wants to go faster. I push into him, needing more. Needing faster.
“We don’t have to go slow,” I pant, gripping the comforter.
Clay pulls out and slams into me.
“Fuck. Yes. That.”
He growls and does it again. Over and over until I’m clinging to the comforter and begging for more. My cock slides across the slick material, making me closer and closer to the end.
“I love your tight hole.” Clay kisses along my back, my neck, leaving little nibbles everywhere his lips touch. Each kiss leaves sparks in its wake. I’m lit up like a Christmas tree on the inside, about to burst.
“I’m—” My back arches and I come over the bed with Clay pounding into me. His hips stutter and he bucks into me one last time with a grunt and a moan as he spills his release into me.
