2 Şubat 2023

My Exception is You Ch. 25

Bdsm

Hi lovelies! As this was written during MY holidays, I found it hard to sneak time into the story. But I am in love with this chapter. Hope you enjoy it as well.

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I woke up and rolled over, my arm hitting the bed when I thought Clay would be there. I frowned, sitting up slowly as I rubbed my eyes. A yawn and shiver hit me before a sighed and slumped over, smiling at the indent in his pillow. It was Christmas morning and he was already up and downstairs before me. I half expected him to wait for me to wake up before going to hang out with my family.

Sliding out of bed I got dressed, crutching carefully down the stairs. The smell of French toast and sausages wafted up the hallway from the kitchen and I sighed happily.

“Now this is the secret Clay,” my grandma’s voice floated out of the kitchen and I took a deep breath, smiling happily. “But not too much!” she laughed lightly as I turned into the room. Clay was standing at the stove in a pair of jeans and a hoodie, the sleeves pushed up a bit. I noticed a tie around his neck. He glanced back when he heard my crutches hit the tile.

“Morning babe,” he breathed, a huge smile on his face. My body felt so funny as my chest tightened.

“Morning, uh, merry Christmas?” I laughed lightly and he chuckled, nodding as my grandma came over and hugged me. She smelt of perfume and soap, but it was so comforting.

“Your mom and my son went to the store to get some last minute things,” she sighed and I nodded. “Not that I think any place will be open on Christmas,” she chided, shaking her head as she turned back to the stove. I worked my way over, studying the pile of French toast he had apparently already made. He was working on the last batch.

“You’re teaching him the family secrets now?” I demanded happily, studying my grandma who smiled.

“No I packed the seasonings myself,” she gestured to a near empty sandwich baggie and I sighed, shaking my head. “It’s still my secret, so,” she stuck her tongue out and I laughed, glancing at Clay who had an apron on. It was my grandma’s, the one she always used, and it looked so small on him. But I couldn’t help but imagine him naked in it, my ears burning immediately as I tried to push that thought aside.

“Grandma!” Fifi called out, making us all jump. Nina was soon to follow, the two of them still in their pajamas as they hugged and talked with her happily. I leaned on my crutches casually, studying them easily when Clay’s hand touched my waist. I glanced at him, smiling automatically as he smiled at me.

“Merry Christmas Bruno,” he whispered, leaning toward me. Our lips touched, the kiss warm and soft, our lips moving against each other. Without thinking my tongue brushed his lips and he pulled back slightly, laughing once. I blushed, pushing his face away as he bit his lip.

“Merry Christmas,” I grumbled, taking a deep breath and glancing at the breakfast nook. I hobbled over, plopping down in a chair as I took a deep breath. It was hard to keep my eyes off him. His shoulders looked broad, the way the apron cut his waist, and his ass and thighs looked toned and thick in those jeans. He moved methodically, my grandma even rubbing his back as she leaned over and chatted with him.

I was getting emotional and I could feel it. Thankfully my parents got back soon enough and the kitchen was a flurry of them putting last minute groceries away. Then it was breakfast time! Clay carried two plates over to the table, kissing me once before turning and getting us something to drink. My grandma light heartedly interrogated Clay over breakfast, about his school and finals primarily, but he didn’t seem to care at all.

“Everyone else should be coming by here soon,” my dad gruffed, patting his stomach as he glanced at his watch. Our Christmas was never nearly as big as our Thanksgiving, but a lot of my dad’s family came over for Christmas. And it was an all-day event.

“Well let’s get my presents out of the way now!” grandma pushed up from the table and I sighed, shaking my head as my dad chuckled. Clay helped me up, taking our dishes as I worked toward the living room. He came in soon enough, sitting with me on the couch. She was rustling in a big bag that was near our tree, my sisters hurrying into the living room.

“Nina,” she turned with a few presents, handing them over.

“Fifi!” she laughed, doing the same as Fifi got up to snag them excitedly. She brought the bag over to me then, setting it down and handing me two presents. Then, to my surprise, she pulled out two presents for Clay too.

“Wow, you really didn’t have to,” he muttered, looking a bit shocked. After his emotional outburst yesterday I was worried anything was going to set him off again. Besides some shock and embarrassment though he didn’t see too overwhelmed.

“Thanks grandma,” I sat up, giving her a kiss on the cheek and she smiled, taking the bag and setting it on the istanbul travesti floor as she plopped down.

“Well open them!” she laughed, all of us turning to our gifts. I opened mine, one being a hoodie and sweatpants combo. It was nice and thick, perfect for winter time workouts, and it had a cool off-center design on the front and some striping on the sleeves and pant seams. The second gift was a set of socks and some briefs which I was always appreciative of.

“Oh my god this is so cute!” Nina screeched and I glanced over, shocked, when she stood up and slung a new purse over her shoulder. My eyes made it to Clay’s lap as he slowly opened his first gift. I thought I noticed a tremor in his hands but ignored it.

“Oh wow,” he breathed, holding up a nice sport jacket. I bit my lip, imagining how nice he’d look in it.

“Try it on!” she insisted and he pushed up off the couch, sliding it on. It was almost too perfect, the way it hugged and framed him as he zipped it up. He shoved his hands into the pockets and smiled at me.

“So?” he posed cutely and I laughed, covering my mouth as I tried not to devour him with my eyes. He looked so stupidly handsome and perfect it was painful.

“It looks great!” my grandma offered. I could only nod. The thoughts I had weren’t polite. He eased it off, folding it back up before he opened the next once. It was a nice, thick long sleeve shirt. The color was a muted green but it looked great next to his skin.

“These are awesome, thank you,” he got up, offering her a hug. She pat his back, smiling happily as she glanced at me.

“Thank you for helping me cook this morning too,” she breathed and he shrugged, glancing at my stuff.

“Want me to take it upstairs?” he muttered and I nodded, handing him my clothes. I started collecting the boxes and torn wrapping paper from ours pile. Nina and Fifi were showing each other their gifts. It seemed like they each got one really nice designer thing, Nina a purse and Fifi some new sunglasses. Then they each got some different beauty or skin care stuff. I couldn’t really tell based on their excited chatter.

“I really like him,” my grandma breathed quietly, her hand gripping my arm gently. I glanced at her and smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy.

“Yeah me too,” I laughed, my nose wrinkling as she laughed too. She pat my arm, getting up to finish cleaning up. When Clay came back down he had a cute little smirk on his face as he walked over to me. He plopped down on the couch, pulling me into his side as he kissed my head.

“I love you,” he whispered. I ignored the burning in my body as I pulled my legs up and worked them over his lap. He hid his shock, glancing at me with an amused expression as he slid his arms around me.

“I love you too,” I muttered, wiggling a bit closer.

“Get a room,” Fifi teased as I closed my eyes, getting comfortable in his arms.

“Fuck off,” I grumbled, not even looking at her as the smell of Clay’s deodorant and cologne consumed me. He always smelt so nice, but I noticed he used a specific cologne for really special occasions. It smelt expensive and when I first smelt it I told him to never use anything else!

The door opened and more family started showing up, the house getting lively. It made me so happy, being with my family, and what made it better was having Clay here to enjoy it too.

***

“God I’m so exhausted,” I groaned, falling onto the bed. My ankle throbbed but I ignored it as I took long, deep breaths. Clay chuckled and I glanced at him.

“Guess my plans for tonight are ruined,” he teased quietly and I pushed up onto my hands, intrigued as I studied him.

“What plans?” I demanded and he smirked. He came over and slid his hands into my hair. I leaned my head back, smiling happily. His lips touched mine and I sighed.

“Eyes closed,” he muttered and I felt my breath hitch as excitement welled up in me. The air around me cooled as he disappeared and I took a deep breath to steady myself. I heard some huffing and ruffling and chuckled, my hands clawing a bit at the blanket. “Ok, uh, eh here,” his hands touched my knees and pushed them open slightly. I felt his knee press into the bed between my thighs his hands running down my arms then.

He grabbed my wrists and lifted my hands up to his legs. I held my breath, feeling hot as my fingers and palms brushed against his thighs. Soon enough I felt a shirt brush over my fingers and then lost my breath when I touched a familiar fabric.

“You packed these?” I demanded, sliding my hands over his ass eagerly. Those sheer fucking briefs felt so damn good.

“My Christmas gift to you. I know you really liked them, at least I thought you did,” he grumbled, his arms resting on my shoulders. “You can open your eyes already,” he chuckled then and I smiled, gripping his hips and pressing my face toward him. I felt his stomach through the shirt, sighing happily.

“Move your shirt,” I whispered and he sighed, istanbul travestileri the fabric sliding away. My mouth pressed against his stomach, my tongue darting out to tease his skin and he actually trembled. I opened my eyes, looking up to see his bare body, his head tilted back as his hands hung by his sides.

I smirked, closing my eyes as I kissed down his body and over his briefs. He was already hard. We both groaned as my mouth slid around his shaft, my tongue rolling along the hot flesh. The thin barrier seemed almost non-existent. My hand ran down his leg, caressing the back of his thigh as the other gripped his waistband.

“Oh fuck Bruno,” he grabbed my hair, thrusting slightly as I sucked at his shaft. I pulled away and laid back onto my elbows, admiring him as he studied me. He leaned down, his hand pressing on my cock through my jeans. “You’re so hard,” he muttered. The sound of his voice was so gruff it sent chills through me.

“Cause you’re sexy,” I grumbled, breathing erratically as he leaned toward me. His face was inches from my skin, his breath tickling my skin as he slowly moved up my body. I felt his hand push into the bed next to my elbow, his mouth hovering by my neck.

“Can I do something?” he whispered, his breath hot as it drenched my skin. I groaned, clawing at the bed as my head fell back.

“Yes,” I hissed as he squeezed my cock, my body hot. He moved up the bed, my heart starting to pound as I felt his knees slide up the insides of my arms. He was straddling my waist, his cock rubbing up against my chest slightly. Our eyes met, his hand sliding over my shoulder and up the back of my neck. He gripped it, his thumb brushing my ear as he bit his lip.

“God this looks so fucking hot,” he groaned, his hand pushing into the front of his briefs. My eyes locked into his crotch, loving the way his hand clenched and rolled as he stroked his shaft. He adjusted and then I felt him tug on my neck, leaning into the pull as his balls pressed against my mouth. All I could smell was his musk, that delicious sexual smell that always came off him when he got like this.

My lips and tongue worked against his heavy sack, eager for him to cum. My elbows dug into the bed as my hands gripped his thighs. All of my body was on fire, my cock aching as I watched him jerk off. He was staring down at me, his face twisted with his pleasure as he’d groan and grunt softly. It was times like these I really felt fucking gay.

I had this man’s hot, sweaty balls nearly suffocating me through his sheer briefs as he jerked off to me sucking on his meaty sack. And I was loving every fucking second of it. He was so damn sexy, the way his stomach and chest quivered with his efforts. Not to mention the way he’d roll his hips when something felt good. He’d bite his lip until something made him freak out and then his mouth would fall open as he’d gasp or groan. Got it was too fucking hot.

“Why do you like underwear so much?” he demanded then and I hesitated, glancing at his hand through the fabric. I smiled and then sucked on his balls harshly, gnawing on them. He growled, thrusting at my face as he panted.

“You look hot in it. And it’s kind of sexy too,” I mumbled, reaching up to rub the fabric clinging to his hip and thigh. He was still slowly stroking his dick, his muscles rippling with his effort. “The way you’re kind of covered but I can still see almost everything,” I offered easily and he sighed.

“I really wanted to do this for you,” he muttered. Before I could ask him what he meant, he pushed off me, grabbing my arms and pulling me across the bed. I winced, my ankle hurting as it bumped against the bed.

“Clay what-“

“But I can’t fucking take this anymore,” he grumbled deeply, my stomach churning as I realized what he meant. He pushed me flat onto the bed, my head hitting the pillows as he undid my pants. “Why the fuck did you just take your damn shirt off?” he sounded irritated, but I knew he was just being impatient. He got me naked soon enough, lying down between my legs. My cock was in his mouth instantly, my back arching as the hot, wetness consumed me.

“Oh fuck!” I covered my mouth, moaning as he bobbed his head eagerly. His hands clawed at my hips, and I could hear him breathing deeply through his nose as he nearly choked himself. His mouth slid off with a pop, trailing down my shaft to my balls. He sucked on them, rolling his tongue against me with each kiss. And then he grabbed my leg and pushed it up, his mouth venturing down along my taint.

“Clay wait!” I gasped, covering my mouth and dropping my head back as his tongue filled my ass. It was so hot, his lips massaging around my hole as he prodded and pushed into me with his tongue. “I’m not going to be quiet,” I whimpered, panicked as he pulled away. He was pushing his briefs down, holding his cock out toward me. My ass clenched desperately and I cringed at how needy I felt for this too.

“Here,” he pushed me onto my travesti istanbul stomach, grabbing my hand and putting it on the short headboard. I gripped it tightly, feeling the entirety of his body over mine. His hand gripped my ass, his cock already pushing against it angrily. When he pushed in I yelped, covering my mouth as both pain and unbearable pleasure welled up through my stomach.

He fell on top of me, pressing his mouth into my shoulder as his arms pressed down around me. I felt his hand cover my mouth, both of us groaning as he pushed deep into me. I inhaled sharply, shaking as my ass stretched out around him. He was groaning with each thrust, his breath hot on my skin. When he was all the way in we both stayed still, trembling with our own sensations as he panted. “Fuck why does a week feel like a fucking life time without this sweet ass?” he groaned, his tongue and lips molesting my ear.

“You promised,” I whimpered, pulling his hand away from my mouth. He inhaled sharply, thrusting into me and I couldn’t help the sound that came out. He groaned when I whimpered, covering my mouth as he continued thrusting into me.

“Tell me you want me to stop, and I will,” his voice was rough as he breathed on my ear. I could feel his lips, his breath all over my neck and shoulder as he continued his thrusts. They were hard and deep, steadily plunging into my ass and filling me up with each stroke. It was maddening. But there was no fucking way I’d ask him to stop now.

“Just help me stay quiet,” I caved and he groaned, his hand clamping over my mouth as he bit my shoulder and started thrusting wildly. I clung to the head board, my other hand digging into the sheets as I thrust my ass back at him. I could hear the sound of his body slapping against mine, his labored breathing and soft grunts, and all of my muffled moans as he ravaged me.

“I’m still wearing those briefs,” he muttered and I groaned, biting the palm of his hand lightly when he slammed into me. His tongue ran up my ear, teasing along the top of it before he sucked on it. Shivers ran down my neck as I panted, my eyes rolling back at how amazing it felt. “It’s pressing on my balls so hard like this, I feel like I might cum any fucking second,” he groaned and I could only whimper in response as his onslaught only picked up.

Over and over he pulled almost all the way out to drill down into me. It was like he was pushing down into my balls before sliding into my ass. I could feel every thrust, pleasure surging from my prostate to my balls with every pass. It was mind numbing.

“C-Clay I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, and he groaned rolling over as his arms wrapped around me. We were on our sides, his hands roaming over my stomach. I felt him tease my cock and I gasped, my hands flying down immediately to cover my tip. I had no idea how quickly I’d cum like this and I didn’t want to get it on the bed and have to explain that to my mom.

“Oh fuck Bruno, cum for me,” he growled, thrusting wildly as he tugged on my shaft. I trembled, my head pressing back into him. He sucked on my earlobe, clawing at my ribs as he held me tight against him and jerked me off.

“Shit!” I hissed, clenching my teeth to stay quiet as I thrusted into his hand. My balls emptied easily, my cum filling my palms.

“Oh yeah, keep squeezing me,” he moaned, grabbing my hip and pulling my ass back toward him. I was tensing and trembling through the last bit of my orgasm when he bit the back of my neck hard and groaned loudly. His hips slammed against my ass, rolling against them as he huffed and shook against me.

After a minute he eased off me, kissing my cheek with a happy sigh. “Get me a damn towel,” I grumbled and he chuckled, sliding off the bed. He came back soon enough draping a towel over my hip. I was careful to make sure I got all my cum on the towel and not the bed.

“What about here too?” he gripped my asscheek and shoved what felt like two fingers deep into my ass. I groaned, feeling sore but also enjoying the sensation.

“Clay warn me next time,” I groaned as he worked his fingers around. He grabbed the towel and tucked it under my ass. I felt some of his cum dribble out soon enough and sighed. “What happened to no sex while we were here?” I demanded quietly and he sighed, the bed dipping under his weight as he leaned over me. I ignored him as he started kissing my jaw.

“I can’t help myself with you. I promise I just wanted to wear these for you and jerk off, and then suck you off. Maybe fool around a bit and go to bed. But,” he sighed and I tried not to smile as he chuckled and kissed the corner of my mouth. “You’re too fucking sexy and I miss all of this,” he gripped my ass and squeezed it suggestively, my stomach knotting up at the gesture.

“Yeah well, if my family heard-“

“We were quiet enough, trust me if you were too loud I would have eased up,” he whispered and I sighed, relieved and annoyed all at once. “Merry Christmas” he teased, making both of us laugh as I turned and gave him a few quick kisses.

“But now I’m tired as shit,” I sighed, letting him take the towel away. He peeled those briefs off and climbed naked into the bed with me, pulling me back into him as he kissed all over my neck and shoulder.

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