Clay’s flannel is all the way unbuttoned, showing off his abs as his ass grinds into Grant. It’s basically watching live porn, but with way more clothes on. I rub my thighs together and feel that familiar wetness.
Mentally, I’m adding to my list to try another sex toy from my box and send Star a proper thank you for the toys.
I’m so screwed.
Why did I agree to this dating thing again?
35
Clay
We dropped her off at her place; it sucked. I had spent most of the time on the dance floor with one of them, my cock attempting to escape the entire time. So, giving her a goodnight kiss that couldn’t lead to more… yeah, it sucked.
Grant is in the same predicament, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Two worked-up and horny husbands are going to combust the second we walk through that door.
“Why?” I ask between taking my clothes off.
“Why, what?” Grant pushes me up against the door, kissing and distracting me.
“Why aren’t we sleeping with Jo, again? Why aren’t we fucking against her door?” Because that’s what I wanted. To throw her against the door and take her. Making a fucking mess of her apartment.
“Remember, we are trying to show her we want her more than just sex.”
“Oh, yeah. You’re going to have to tell me that a few times. My dick doesn’t understand and is often forgetful.”
Grant laughs. “I’ll take good care of him.” He squeezes my cock, drawing precum out, and I groan. My head hits the door with a thud.
Grant kisses me hard, grinding our cocks together, and I’m so lost in the moment. Dizzy with lust for my husband. I always want him, but after Jo sweating all over us tonight, I’m so fucking horny it’s unhealthy, really.
“Grant… I need you,” I pant.
“I know, love. Hang on, it’s going to be quick.” He grabs my hips and spins me around to face the door. In an instant, I feel my hole being exposed and the hard tip of his cock, pressing in.
“Ah!”
“So, fucking good. Look at your hungry hole, pulling me in. Damn.”
He bottoms out but doesn’t stay long. We are both too worked up. She did this to us, and I can’t wait until she’s here again.
The door creaks as he pushes me into it over and over, my hand finds my cock, and I stroke in time, hoping I can go over the edge with him.
“Clay!” Grant shouts as he comes, filling my hole.
“Fuck… yes! Grant, I’m coming!” My cum is hot and sticky, hitting the door, my hand, and the floor. Making the best mess possible.
My legs can’t hold us anymore, and we slide to the floor. We curl into each other in bliss and enjoy the feeling. A shower and a warm bed sound heavenly right now, but my legs haven’t recovered yet.
I’ll be feeling this tomorrow. My body is still healing, but getting better each day.
“Mmm.” Grant leans in to snuggle.
“We can’t stay here all night.” In a weak protest, because our bedroom feels very far away.
“Can’t move.” Grant grunts.
“Now, what?” Wishful thinking that we can skip to the last base… again.
“Well, we just had our first official date.”