My Arranged Marriage

Chapter 11

From Clark's Point of View

I lean into Zachary. He's on the phone with his mom. I lean down and kiss his neck softly.

He blushes a little, "Clark, I am on the phone."

I bite very softly, "I know."

He blushes more, giggling, "Clark stop."

I nuzzle his neck softly, "fine."

He talks into the phone, "yes mom. I'll bring him by sometime."

He listens for a minute and then he continues, "yes mom. I'll talk to him about dinner. Okay. I love you. I'll talk to you later mom."

He sets his phone down and sighs, "she's being overbearing Clark."

I kiss him slowly, "she just cares about you, babe."

He kisses back slowly, "she wants us to come for dinner."

I gently rub his hips, "yeah? Do you want to go to dinner?"

He bites his lip, "as in I am the dinner or dinner with my parents? Mr. Adler, frankly you are turning me on."

I run my fingers through his hair, "firstly, you call me Clark. And secondly, your presence does that to me Zach."

He brushes my hands off his hips and then he wonders over to where he keeps the butt plug and brings it to me. He gives it to me, bending over the bed.

I get the lube from the nightstand and work down his pants slowly. I slowly lube him and then the plug.

He bites his lip softly, "I really like the way it feels."

I slip it inside him slowly, "I know."

He leans his head back a little, "fuck."

I gentle stand him up and fix his pants, "I think maybe we should go back to the sex store and find some more things to play with."

He giggles softly, "yeah?"

I kiss his cheek softly, "so dinner with your parents it is then?"

He stands on his tippy toes and kisses along my neck, "I guess we can."

We get dressed casually. Zachary in some slightly tight shorts and a loose shirt is the hottest things I've ever seen.

He smiles at me, "you know, I am so glad I married you."

He wraps his arms around my neck and stands up on his tippy toes again to kiss me.

I rest my hand on his ass, "I am pretty glad we got married too."

As we get ready to leave, I pop in and let Steff know we won't be home.

She's moved into the one guest room. I don't mind though and I think that it is nice for Zachary too.

Zachary takes my keys and gets in my sports car. I chuckle and get in the passenger seat. He plays a little bit going out the driveway.

I rest my hand on his thigh, watching him as he drives. He revs up the car a little at a stop light but doesn't floor it or anything.

He stops and buys his mother flowers.

He laughs as we park in his parents' driveway.

I hold his hand as we go inside. He takes off his shoes and drops the keys in the tray by the door.

He steps into the kitchen, "mom, I am here."

He presents her with the flowers and then we find our way to the couch with his father. Zachary sits close, under my arm with his hand on my thigh.

I kiss the top of his head softly.

His father clears his throat, "how have you been my son?"

Zachary is a little quiet in his answer, "good. You?"

His father shrugs, "you know how your mother is."

There is a joking tone there, but I can tell by his face tells me he is serious.

Zachary stands, "I need to go look in my room for something dad."

His dad shakes his head, "your stuff is in the garage. We turned your room into a craft room."

Zachary holds my hand, "that's okay. Are you coming Clark?"

I nod and stand. I follow him into the garage. He turns on the light and turns to me.

I look at him, "what are you looking for?"

He pushes down his shorts and leans up against the wall. I slowly pull out the plug and set it aside on a shelf. I kiss him hard. I push down my shorts.

I kiss his neck, "is it okay if I go inside with no lube?"

He nods excitedly, "yes."

I slip inside him causing him to bite his lip to muffle a moan. I fuck into him slow. He rests his hand on the back of my head and I lift him slowly, so I have better access.

He leans his head back, moaning softly with each thrust.

I kiss along his neck, biting very softly every so often.

He moans lowly, "fuck me harder, daddy."

He gasps very softly, "I... I am so sorry Clark."

I meet his eyes, "you like how it feels when you call me daddy?"

He nods shyly, "yeah."

I kiss him slowly, fucking into him hard, "it sent a little spark through me. I think I like that."

He moans, "I am going to cum."

I grunt, cumming in him, "yes Zach."

He knocks something from the shelf when he is reaching for something to hold onto. He cums as an old set of stainless-steel bowls clatter to the floor.

The basement door opens, and his dad comes in, "are you guys okay in here?"

Zachary pants out, "yeah just go back inside dad. We're fine."

But it's too late. His dad has full view of us now.

He turns and leaves the garage awkwardly.

Zachary cleans up clumsily. He looks through the tubs of his stuff and slips the plug into a bag with a few shirts.

He is quiet and shy now.

I gently make him look into my eyes, "are you mad at me?"

He kisses me slowly, "no Clark. That was just really awkward."

I run my thumbs over his cheek, "yes but if he says shit about it, we can just leave."

We fix ourselves and Zach carries his bag to the door.

His dad looks at me, "you can get out Clark."

Zachary looks at him, "if he goes, I go too."

His dad waves at the door, "I don't know why you thought that was acceptable."

Zach looks at him, "dad, I just do stuff with Clark now. Yes, that was a bad place, but you know it's not because I fucked him in garage."

His dad is at a loss for words at that.

I take Zachary's hand and make sure we get all our belongings at the door and then we leave.

Zach sniffles on the way home but I touch his thigh comfortingly, "it's okay."

Ella's bike is out front when we get there. Zach opens the front door and then he instantly closes it when moans come from inside.

He laughs, "is that how we made dad feel?"

I look at him, "your dad is just a homophobic asshole."

I text Steff and tell her to let us know when they are done.

I take Zach around the back of the house, and we settle into the hot tub for a while. He leans into me while we relax. I kiss him slowly.