My Lover Boy (A DNF FanFic)

Chapter Eleven

"I swear I still have sand in my toes from yesterday!" I complained, giving Clay a hug from behind as he tried to cook eggs on the stove. 

"Go have a shower then, breakfast will be ready in a bit." He turned to face me, planting a kiss on my forehead. 

"Come shower with meeeeee," I begged, pouting when he shook his head. 

"I'm busy cooking George!" He chuckled and I huffed, going off to the bathroom and stripping off my clothes. I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up, my feet getting cold on the tiles after waiting for a minute. When it was finally warm enough, I stepped behind the glass and sighed at the hot water. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to rinse the salt out of it from the day before. As I was trying to get some grit from beneath my fingernails, I flinched, shocked when I felt a hand slip down my ass. I smirked before turning around to find Clay, completely naked with a cheeky expression on his face. 

"I thought you were busy cooking." I stated as he kissed me. 

"Well, thinking about you naked in here changed my mind." My eyes widened and I laughed. 

"Too tempting am I?" I teased and he shrugged his large shoulders, tracing a long finger down my arm. I shivered, looking him up and down with a smirk. He was already hard and we hadn't even done anything yet. I lent over to his ear to whisper, "can you throat fuck me daddy?" He was taken by surprised and stepped back, a little shocked. But not even seconds later he had shoved me onto my knees on the bathroom floor, even harder than before. I looked up and him with a smile; he looked excited for what was about to happen. I began by slowly, gently stroking his cock and he let out a small moan, grabbing onto tufts of my hair. I licked his tip back and forth, earning some more hair pulling and soft groans. He tasted so nice, a little salty even. I slipped my tongue back and forth, before eventually I slipped his whole dick into my mouth and he moaned louder than I'd ever heard. 

"Oh god George-" He started pulling back and forth and I tried my best not to gag, I wanted to be a good boy. I flicked my tongue in his soft spot before he pushed back down my throat, making us both moan in pleasure. I sucked a little harder, feeling him get tighter as he tugged my hair, harder this time, and I knew he was close. I held back my gag reflex as I slipped back and forth, faster and faster and his moans got louder. "Don't stop George, holy shit!" I grinned, taking him all in. "Holy fu-uck-" He tilted his head back and grabbed onto me for balance. I sucked as he thrusted down my throat till eventually he came in my throat. I swallowed eagerly; he tasted so good. He was completely breathless and I pulled off slowly, licking his tip one last time as I grabbed onto his thighs, looking up at him. "Oh my gosh George, you're such a good boy." I smirked and he pulled me up to kiss him. "Now it's my turn to make you feel good." He smirked and I raised my eyebrows. 

He pinned me up against the shower all, my blood pumping as he traced his tongue down my thigh, making me shiver in anticipation. His placed his hands on my hips, forcing them against the tiles as he began to tease me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He began to suck on my tip and I let out a moan, he felt so damn good. 

"I haven't even started yet baby." He teased, liking my dick up and down as I tried to supress my groan. 

"Oh daddy-" I gripped onto the wall as he shoved my dick down his throat. My moans echoed through the bathroom as he pulled back and forth, licking my sweet spot, his head bobbing. I lent against the wall for support as I tried to catch my breath, not wanting him to stop. "Oh god I'm close-" He took this as a sign to go faster and my knees buckled, feeling myself fill up. "Daddy!" I screamed before feeling myself cum everywhere. I felt his tongue slide down before eventually he pulled out, attempting to catch his breath on the floor. I was dizzy from how hard I came, as Clay stood, pressing him warm body against mine. 

"What a good boy you are Georgie." He mumbled, nibbling my ear as he rested his head against the glass, pushed up against me as we both tried to regain our breath. 

"Uhm...breakfast?" I questioned and he let out a breathy laugh because kissing my neck. 

"Of course baby." And with that he pulled me out of the shower and passed me a towel, embracing me in another hug.