This chapter contains adult content.
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The kiss is tender for less than a second. I'm not sure who breaks first, but suddenly there's an insistency, desperation in the way our mouths stay locked. Our tongues slide together for only a moment, before Clay dominates it, pressing in hard enough that my head tilts back as I moan around his tongue.
One of Clay's hands drops from my waist, grabbing a handful of ass, and I can't help but moan again. He just barely laughs at me in return, right into my mouth. He pulls back just enough to bite my lip and I moan again.
This is starting to get... a little embarrassing. I pull back all the way.
"Yeah? You're sure proud of— ah" I'm interrupted as Clay reels his hand back and slaps my ass. I try my hardest to glare, seeing the smug expression on his face, but fail. I smile, and he only looks prouder.
I roll my eyes, then surge forward. I'll just take control a different way, then. I lock my mouth to his neck, pressing my teeth hard enough to hurt, likely bruising his skin.
Clay immediately shivers in my arms, moaning. I smile where I'm still pressed to his neck, then suck, leaving a harsh bruise.
"Fuck." Comes from Clay, and I have to pull back.
It's my turn to laugh, searching his expression. He's shaking his head, dragging his tongue along his lower lip.
"You know I'm gonna pay you back for that, right?" He says more than asks.
I tilt my head back, feeling everything go warm.
"Do it then."
Clay nods, then I have only a second before we're moving. I feel my back connect with a wall, knocking out my air, before Clay presses himself completely flush to me. I have to tighten my legs around his back just to hold on.
Hello, daddy Clay.
I let out a breathy moan as Clay lifts himself and lowers me until he can grind between my legs. His mouth simultaneously lands on me, high on my neck, just under my jaw.
My hips rock into him as he nips then sucks, leaving a bruise of his own. He soothes the bite with his tongue and I feel myself clench on nothing. I needed this man to fuck me yesterday.
"You look so much better marked up." Clay mumbles, then presses back in, sucking another bruise.
This time my breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut. I focus on how warm his mouth is, his tongue already soothing as he makes each mark. I hear it when he pops off my neck this time.
I barely open my eyes enough to see him lean back, looking at me with a pleased hum.
"Sorry it's so high up. This is in the way." He says, then leans in to press a kiss over the collar.
I lower my lashes, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Yeah? Do you like it?" I ask, rolling my hips against him.
Clay lets out another small moan, pressing into the sensation himself before chuckling, low. "It's cute." He leans in until his lips brush my ear. "But I can think of something else that might look better wrapped around your throat."
I can't help the pathetic whine I let out, high, needy.
Clay presses his face into the bend of my neck, laughing. I tilt my chin back, exposing my throat as an invitation, melting, too turned on to be embarrassed. His laugh dies off.
"Yeah? You want it that bad?" He asks.
I whine again, nodding, eyes threatening to close.
Clay makes a pleased noise around another predatory laugh, then carefully lowers me back to standing. I grip his shoulders, steadying myself. It seems like I'm standing for only a second before I feel his hand brush up my body. He pushes under the collar and wraps his massive hand around my neck, just holding it there, pressure feather light.
He leans back in, catching my mouth for another kiss, then immediately tightens his hand. I moan into his mouth, eyes rolling back in my head. I shift both of my hands, one now holding the back of his neck, the other threading into his hair and pulling it.
Clay hums into the kiss, pushing a leg forward until his thigh is between mine, pressing it between my legs. His other hand goes up my skirt and around, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer, higher on his thigh. I immediately moan at the pressure between my legs, bucking my hips.
I try to moan again as his tongue pushes into my mouth, but it's cut off as his hand goes even tighter around my throat, forcing an exhale.
Oh my fucking God I like that.
A shiver passes through my body as I melt into Clay's manipulation, everything going soft and loose while still moving desperately, at least, as much as I can. His hand tightens again and I start to feel a fuzz in my brain from the oxygen deprivation, everything moving glacially slow. I feel his tongue in my mouth, but can hardly react to it, only managing to let out a whimper with what air I have left.
Suddenly Clay's hand relaxes and he shifts his mouth to my jaw. I immediately pull in a stuttered, heavy, gasp. It's like I snap back to my body, mewled moans dripping out of me.
I feel Clay smile against the skin of my throat, nipping again as I barely collect myself, pussy fluttering on nothing.
I moan again, high. "Clay please, I— please—" I want— I need him to fuck me, but words aren't exactly my strong suit in this position.
"Fuck." He starts, pressing even closer to my neck. "I told myself I was gonna take it slow, lay you out, fuck you out of your mind but oh my God—"
Suddenly he pulls everything back, hands tight under my skirt and on my hip. I'm flipped, pushed face first against the wall as Clay keeps pressed completely flush to my back, grinding against my ass.
"I'm just gonna fuck you just like this. I don't care." He says, low.
I barely have time to react, arching to present, turning to look back, before Clay's moving my panties to the side, pushing his middle finger inside of my pussy. The second he's inside there's another slap to my ass that makes me flinch. I moan, body feeling weak and warm, stomach tight with arousal.
I go completely lax, eyes fluttering as I focus on arching for him. "Just fuck me." I moan out.
Clay hums, then pushes in a second finger, curling both inside of me. His free hand finally leaves my ass to lift higher, curling around my throat from the back and holding.
"I gotta stretch you out, make sure you don't get hurt." He says, then leans in close enough that I can feel his breath. "I want you to feel good, baby."
His voice is soft, genuine, and it makes staying present a considerably more difficult task. "Please just— just fuck me just— please I—" I'm interrupted by another moan.
Clay leans in close enough to press a kiss to my cheekbone, then speaks. "C'mon. You've waited a month. You can wait just a little longer."
I mewl, pulling one hand off from where it's supporting me on the wall to thread it behind me and pull my skirt up for him, trying to convince him to go faster.
Clay laughs, low, quiet, pleased. "Christ."
Suddenly there's a third finger pushing inside of me, his hand on my throat going tight.
"Keep begging for it."
I nearly whimper, heart thumping in my chest. I knew we were going to be... different, but this is...
"Please. Please Clay— I need you inside of me please— please fuck me—" I start, begging for him, but the hand around my throat tightens again, cutting me off.
Still, I feel Clay's fingers retreat from inside of me as he swears under his breath. I crane my head over my shoulder, looking back as well as I can, seeing Clay shoving his waistband down and pulling his cock out, stroking up the length. I moan, happy, already pulsing, just fucking waiting.
"God, you're my little slut, huh?" He says, low.
I moan, nodding, feeling his fingers drag through my pussy again, collecting slick, then he holds me open. Suddenly there's pressure that's obviously the head of his cock, waiting at my entrance.
I mewl out one more: "Please." before there's movement, him slowly pushing inside of me. It feels similar to the first time, stretch nearly overwhelming again after so much time.
I tighten down immediately, milking his cock. Clay exhales a shuddered breath, nearly instinctively tensing the hand still curled around my throat.
"Baby, baby— baby— come on—" He moans out, still slowly pushing inside of me. "You're so— ah" He pauses, taking a deep breath.
Clay's free hand lands on me again, moving from my ass to my hip in a small soothing motion.
"Why are you so fucking tight—" He finally manages to moan out. For that, I clench again and get another moan from him in return.
He grunts, low, nearly a growl, then pushes inside of me with a real persistence, quickly bottoming out.
I let out a wailed moan, finally filled, clenching on Clay's cock with all I've got.
God, it feels good to have him inside of me again.
I let him know.
"You feel so fucking good— you feel— you feel so— Clay." I sigh out.
Clay grunts in response, gripping his hand on my hip to hold me in place. He slowly drags himself back, then snaps forward again. We moan in tandem, shifting as we find the position to do this, quick and dirty.
His hand on my neck adjusts, threading around the collar, hooking his fingers into it and using it to apply pressure to my throat. His other arm threads around my waist, supporting me. I keep one hand planted to the wall, the other still holding my skirt up, and now hooking into my panties, pulling them completely out of the way.
Clay leans in, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck, then starts moving his hips. Finally.
"Ah— ah— arch for me baby." He says around a moan, speeding his thrusts.
It feels like everything, warmth and pressure coiling in my stomach as his cock drags in and out of me. I arch as much as I physically can, rolling my hips to meet his movement. There's something hasty, desperate, about the way we're fucking.
Clay finds a rhythm quickly, snapping against me hard enough that we connect with an audible slap.
The sensation of him fucking me is overwhelming enough in and of itself, then his hand around my stomach shifts. It moves, going up my skirt and into my underwear, fingers pressing to my clit.
Suddenly it's like I don't know where to arch, letting out a breathy moan as I'm dually stimulated. I grit my teeth, feeling everything pull tight.
"Daddy please I—" I keen out, feeling embarrassed as the heat and pressure build in my stomach.
Clay immediately catches on, only snapping his hips harder, moving his fingers quicker.
"Already close, huh?" He asks, low, confident.
I whine, nodding, feeling a shiver build in my thighs as I crest over. I clench down tight, barely present enough to track the way it effects him as I cum, fluttering around his cock.
"Oh shit—" Clay starts, hips nearly stuttering to a stop.
The hand he has on my neck tracks up, threading into my hair and hooks in. I'm a mess of noise, pressing myself flush to the wall, barely holding myself up as I orgasm.
Clay tries to roll his hips again, moans of his own accenting every movement.
"Baby—" He sighs out, then pulls my hair, forcing me to look back at him.
"Say my name."
"Clay. Daddy." I moan back immediately, eyes struggling to focus, everything feeling butter soft.
"Good girl."
I see his lips quirk into the smallest of smiles, before he leans in, pressing a kiss to my shoulder over my— or I guess his— shirt. Suddenly, the hand he has resting between my legs twitches back to life, two fingers slowly circling my clit in a way that makes my body sing.
I'm tipped back into building pleasure after only a moment of oversensitivity, desperation for him to keep fucking me taking control.
"Look at me, baby." Clay demands, though his voice is breathy, almost quiet.
I try to do that for him, looking back over my shoulder, searching his face, but my eyes have to fight to stay open. My mouth on the other hand, won't close. My lips stay parted, moans accenting every single movement and thrust.
"Fuck—" Clay bites out, around a shuddered exhale.
I blink again, trying desperately to focus on his face, feeling my entire body bounce with the force he's using to fuck into me.
"Shit— I think I'm getting close—" He moans again, and it's all it takes to convince me to clench down, trying to make myself tighter, force him deeper.
"I want you to cum in me so fucking bad, daddy—" I moan, fucked out of my mind.
Clay swears under his breath again, his noises getting higher, needier. He tenses the hand he has in my hair, pulling it hard enough that my neck arches. He uses it to handle me in a position where he can just barely kiss me, pressing our lips half together for a sloppy kiss.
"Good fucking whore." He mumbles against my lips.
I feel myself flutter at the words, moaning pathetically into the kiss, melting for his voice.
Clay parts with a bite to my lip, moaning himself. Suddenly his hips slow, and I make a noise of protest. I use the moment to roll my hips again, reclaiming the rapid rhythm as I bounce back on his dick.
He pulls back with a guttural moan, tightening his grip on my hair, fingers between my legs speeding.
"Baby— oh my God— baby please—" He moans out, high, almost whiny.
My eyes roll back into my head, everything feeling like too much. I know I'm close to cumming again, warmth swinging low in my stomach, curling throughout my body, melting my brain. It makes my face heat with embarrassment. I try to turn back to the wall, but Clay isn't having it.
His hand in my hair pulls, hard, getting a desperate moan from me, until I'm forced to face him again.
"Look at me baby— c'mon—" He moans out, slowly starting to lose the rhythm, thrusts getting pointed, ragged.
"Say my fucking name, please I—" Clay starts, and I listen.
"Clay. Clay. Please. Please cum in me, you feel so fucking— ah—" I have to pause, just to moan, "Clay you feel so fucking good inside me I— daddy." I moan out, then have to stop, shiver building in my core.
I move my hand from my ass, reaching back to tap anything on him as a warning.
My teeth grit tight, and suddenly I'm cumming again, letting out an uninhibited, wailed moan. I become a warbled mess of noise, shaking, twitching, barely supporting myself as Clay's hands tighten again.
"Holy fuck—" He moans out, and I can feel his cock flex inside of me, thrusts going even more ragged. His hand lifts out of my underwear to my waist, pressing flat to my stomach.
"Hold on— hold on baby—" He chokes out, then his hips start to snap again, fucking his cock in and out of me with animalistic ferocity.
The sensation is completely overwhelming in my cum-spent, still-throbbing pussy, but there's nothing I can do but mewl and take it.
"Keep it tight— that's a good girl— make daddy cum, c'mon—" Clay moans out, and I know he's close.
I whine, arching and clenching with everything I've got. It seems to work, because suddenly his hips stutter, swears passing his lips like breath.
Clay's hips snap hard, then suddenly he presses himself flush to my back, pulling me by the hair so he can just barely catch my lips again.
We moan into each other's mouths as I feel his cock jerk inside of me, warmth flooding my stomach as he cums. Suddenly, the kiss turns glacial, both of our mouths lax with pleasure as we rock against each other.
Clay pulls back, and I whimper, lifting my face into the space he was. He doesn't leave me alone for long, dropping his head to my shoulder, letting out a shuddered breath as he rocks into me again.
"Good girl." He mumbles out, then just barely lifts enough to kiss the back of my neck.
His hand finally drops from my hair, that arm also curling around my waist to help support me. I whimper, completely spent, lax, melting. I'm not sure how much longer I can stand, shiver building in my thighs the longer I'm up.
I can feel Clay's breath, panted, hot on my neck as we melt into each other, fighting to come back to consciousness. The second I've regained the ability to function, I whimper.
"I know baby. I know. I've got you." Clay immediately mumbles back, shifting his hips to pull his softening cock out of me while simultaneously tightening his arms around me.
I mewl at the loss of him inside of me, though, it is somewhat relieving. I feel his cum start to leak and dart a hand down between my legs, trying to hold it in as it drools out. I barely lift off the wall, then suddenly Clay releases me.
I immediately whine, turning to face him, confused. I turn just in time to see him shed his shirt and drop to a crouch in front of me.
"I've got you. It's okay." He mumbles out and I melt, knowing it's true.
Clay's hand lands on my thigh, touch gentle, pushing my skirt back up. He pushes forward, using his shirt as a rag to clean his cum off of me.
It surprises me, making warmth and affection bloom in my chest. My eyes flutter as I stare down at him, just watching him take care of me.
He leans forward, holding me in place as he presses feather-light kisses to my thighs, looking up at me with a soft smile.
God it's... so much. It makes me feel so much.
I moan again, and Clay laughs, shifting back and up to standing. The second he's up his arms wrap around my waist, reeling me into him and supporting me.
I go completely lax, pressing my face into his chest and just breathing, mouthing against his skin.
"I'm gonna move us, that okay?" Clay asks after a moment. I nod into his chest, nearly whimpering.
Suddenly there's two hands on my ass, and I'm being lifted again. I barely find the presence of mind to wrap my legs around his back and loop my arms around his shoulders.
I lift just high enough to bury my face in his neck and drag in a steadying inhale. He smells like sweat, sex, Clay, and everything fucking right in the world.
I press an open-mouthed kiss to the skin there, and Clay makes a pleased noise, hands briefly tightening where they rest on my body. I mouth at his neck, barely paying attention to where we're at until I'm dumped out of his arms and into his bed.
I immediately make noises of protest, reaching into the space where he should be.
"Please Clay—" I moan out, desperate for continued affection.
He stares down at me, smiling, shaking his head. "Needy girl." He chastises, but the softness on his face tells me everything I need to know about how he really feels.
Clay follows me down, settling on top of me as I spread my legs, making room for him. The second he's on me I wrap my legs around his back, and lift both hands to hook in his hair, latching on.
He laughs again, burying his face in my neck, peppering kisses along my jaw.
"Missed my girl so much." He mumbles out, and I feel my stomach jump at the words, breath hitching.
His girl.
I want to reply something cute, or sweet, or verbal at all. Instead, I get out a "Hnnnn-"
Clay laughs into my neck again. "I'll take that as I missed you too." He says.
I whine, nodding.
We both relax, wrapped up in each other, just idly touching each other with soft affection before I find my voice again.
"Next time you might as well just fuck me in the driveway, Christ." I finally mumble out, and Clay immediately wheezes.
"Hey c'mon... you made it atleast 10 feet inside..." He teases.
I bite my lip. "Yeah? Well you made it several inches inside—" I say, teasing right back.
Clay groans. "I regret ever knowing you." He says. I make a noise of protest, slapping at him.
"Take it back!" I pout in false hurt.
Clay just keeps laughing where he's buried in my neck, like he can crawl inside and make a home there. He continuously reminds me that he's there, mouth— and teeth— insistent on my skin.
I finally have the mental capability to look around, wiggling against the mattress. I realize the texture is different and look down, seeing I'm laying on a towel.
I roll my eyes then slap his back. "Really Clay? The towel? You're so fucking cocky."
Still I feel my face flush with warmth and appreciation. He's... honestly... probably correct on this one.
"We'll see, huh?" Clay says, all confidence, all heat.
Despite already getting railed I feel arousal build in my stomach again.
"The way that just— you're right about me being a whore for you." I mumble back, then roll my hips against him.
Clay laughs, then pulls back off of me, despite the way I fight to keep him down. He shakes his head, staring at me with plain affection in his eyes.
"Did you want to do anything other than fuck while you're here?" He asks, smiling, teasing me.
I purse my lips and hum, pretending to think. "There are other things we can do? Name one..."
Clay grins, staring at me, leaning in to unbuckle my belt. I suck my lip into my mouth, watching his fingers move.
"Well we could also... maybe watch a movie..." He starts, unthreading my belt and dropping it, then hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and pulling.
My breath hitches, eyes fluttering as I lift my hips, watching him slide the skirt off of me.
"I— I—" I stutter for a moment, flustered, before I find my voice again. "I don't believe in movies." I say and Clay immediately laughs, pausing where he has my shirt already rucked halfway up my stomach, fingers brushing my abdomen.
"Like movies are a fucking conspiracy theory or something—" He says around a laugh.
I smile, pleased with myself, and sit up, helping him guide the shirt off. His laugh tapers back off, focus shifting on dragging his eyes along my body.
"Movies don't exist and you can't prove it otherwise." I say, and Clay's lips twitch again as he shakes his head.
His hands lift, threading behind me to unhook my bra and take it off of me, before his hand curls around my throat over the collar, guiding me to lay back down.
There's tension, heat, in the moment despite the dumb shit we're saying.
Both of his hands pull back to land on my thighs, pressing to the garter, slowly creeping higher. I know he was literally inside of me 15 minutes ago, but my stomach flutters with nerves.
His hands finish closing the distance, and hook into the garter, tugging it down.
"I like thigh highs as much as the next guy but— I want you completely naked." He says, sounding soft, genuine.
I take in a shuddered breath, and let him slide the garter, my panties, and the thigh highs off all in one smooth motion.
"You got what you wanted, then." I say, voice soft, low, careful, completely on display under him.
Clay's eyes roam, looking at me like it's his first time ever seeing me naked. He hums, seemingly pleased, then dips his head right to my chest.
Ah. I knew it was coming.
His mouth latches onto a nipple, tongue pressing it flat. I moan, rocking my hips, spreading my legs open. I decide to speak while I still can.
"I— I— I brought that box." I stutter out.
Clay pops off my breast with a furrowed brow. "What box?" He mumbles, before going right back in.
I fluster immediately. "Y'know... the box.. with all the sex shit." I mumble back, fighting a moan.
I see his face light up with the realization. He lifts up, making a happy noise, and presses a kiss to my cheek.
"Where?" He asks.
I swallow around my nerves, feeling my face heat.
"It's next to the couch on the floor. I put it with my bag." I reply.
Clay presses one more kiss to my chin then shoots up, a man on a mission. I curl up as I watch him go, suddenly a lot more self-conscious of my nudity now that he isn't here to view it.
I fumble around the mattress, looking for a blanket. I find one and almost put it on, but think better of it, knowing Clay'd probably laugh his ass off if he came back and I was cocooned.
I swallow nervously as he walks back in, box opened, studying it like it holds the secrets of the universe. He walks right up to the bed, lifting a single knee to half-rest, still looking through the box.
I hum, rolling over until I'm close enough to touch, then do. I lift one of my hands, pawing at Clay. His eyes flicker toward me for just a second, small smile quirking his lips as he leans in and forfeits a single hand for me to occupy myself with.
I immediately wrap both hands around it, dragging it up to my face and kissing along the length of his fingers. I think I might be in love with his hands.
He sets the box down on his lifted knee, balancing it there. I see him glance at me, expression twisting in amusement.
"What are you doing?" He asks.
I keep going, mouthing at his fingertips. "Oh nothing..." I press another kiss. "Nothing at all...." another kiss, before I pause to look at him with raised brows. "What are you doing?"
He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. He tries to make eye-contact but fails, gaze shifting to watch as I part my lips, still teasing.
"I was just—" He starts, but I open my mouth, pressing my tongue forward and dragging it along his fingers. I see him blink, completely silent, before his brain catches back up.
"I—I... I was—" He stops again, mouth staying parted, brow drawing tight as he focuses in on me taking his fingers into my mouth, staring up at him.
"Shit..." He says, soft, nearly a whisper, then catches up again. He pushes his hand forward, fucking my mouth with his fingers as I curl my tongue around the digits.
He blinks again, rapid fire, then finally forms a sentence. "I was— I was trying to figure out what to use first— oh my God, baby." He finishes with a sharp inhale.
I smile around his fingers and pop off them with a small laugh.
"Calm down, big man." I say, going back to playing with his hand using only my fingers, feeling particularly smug.
Clay rolls his eyes. "Calm down— I'll—" He sighs, sentence forgotten, then goes back to looking in the box.
I chew the insides of my cheeks, starting to get impatient. "Just pick something. I'll let you use all of it eventually. C'mon."
His eyes flick back up to my face, brows raised.
"Be patient."
I tuck my face into my shoulder, embarrassed, wondering if I'm being annoying. Still, he shakes his head, curling into a pleased smile.
Clay hums, finally reaching in. "I think I know what I want now."
My breath hitches as I watch him hook his fingers into two items, rope and blindfold. He drops them to the mattress and steps back, leaving the box on his desk.
"I want..." he starts, approaching. I flick my gaze down to his lap, seeing he's already hard.
Clay leans in, cupping my face. I part my legs to make room. He accepts, getting on the mattress, kneeling between my legs and dropping both hands to hold my thighs.
"I want to go slow." He says, eyes dropping to drag up my body. "And I mean real slow."
I furrow my brow in confusion. We've been talking about being rough this isn't—
"Can I edge you?"
Oh?
Oh.
Oh—
"I want to hear you beg me for permission to finish." Clay says, voice lower, rougher, as he leans in over me. "Since you're always cumming so fucking fast."
I literally moan. God I'm so weak for this man.
Clay starts laughing. "I'm not even— touching you—"
"It was hot. So I reacted." I pout, embarrassed.
Clay keeps laughing, leaning in to trace my jaw with his mouth, pressing kisses as he goes. I fight it at first, still pouting, but eventually just melt, lifting my hands to dig my nails into his shoulders and hang on.
I feel my eyes already fluttering, embarrassed how ready I am to go again. His hand shifts between us, moving between my legs, two fingers pushing inside of me with no resistance. I gasp, arching into it, digging my nails in harder.
I feel Clay moan against my neck before he pulls back. "I'm gonna tie your hands above your head, blindfold you, and use my mouth. I'm not stopping until you cry." He says, low.
It makes my entire body go tight and warm, heat and arousal unfurling in my abdomen, out, mixed with nerves.
I don't have time to react before Clay's collecting my wrists, pushing them above my head. I stutter out a quick breath, nerves taking over, anxiety immediately overwhelming me.
"Hold on— hold on—" I start, trying to steady myself.
Clay drops my hands, leaning back, brow furrowed, but keeps his fingers inside of me. He looks concerned, lips parted as he makes an aborted motion to reach for me.
"You ok?" He asks.
I snort a laugh. Priorities.
I half lift myself, shoving his hand out of me. "I said hold on Mr. Gator."
His brow immediately furrows, but he splits into a smile. "What?" He asks, starting to laugh.
"I think we should have a little conversation before we jump into this 'not stopping' business." I say, brows raised.
Clay ducks his head, face going red, looking sheepish. "Too far?"
I shake my head no, with a small noise, lifting to press a kiss to his lips. He takes a second to catch on, but eventually does, melting into it, cupping the back of my head.
"Not too far..." I mumble out, then press another kiss, honestly trying to soothe myself. "I just think I need an out."
"Oh, I know this one—" He says back, interrupting himself to push back into the kiss. "A safeword: pog. God I'm so smart."
I laugh at him, pulling out of the kiss, slapping his chest. "Never mind. No more hole for you—"
I see him split into a massive grin, corner of his eyes crinkling. "No. You have to say the safeword or I won't stop." He says, and plants both hands on my ribcage.
He's so cute like this.
I yelp around my laughs, thrashing to get away as he holds me in place. "I'm fucking dry now. I hate you so much. My pussy is literally withered—"
Clay just keeps laughing, holding me in place. "Pog for no, poggers for yes, pogU for—" He literally moans, "Harder daddy."
I start laughing in a way that makes it hard to breathe. "Fuck you—" I slap at him aggressively, but he keeps me pinned, looking insanely proud of himself.
I give up.
"FINE. Pog!" I half-shout, and Clay's hands immediately retract.
I shake my head, still laughing. I hate how stupid he is but... I'll admit that it helped, quite a bit actually in soothing my nerves. I'm relaxed again, comfortable even.
"I just—" I start, nearly wheezing. "Imagine you're hittin' it and I'm just: oh fuck! Poggers daddy! PogU! Poggers!"
Clay immediately snorts, sitting back on his heels so he can laugh himself. "I'm about to finish, get up close to your ear and—" He leans in, doing exactly that. "Fuck— I lost, baby. I lost inside you."
I have to close my eyes, going completely limp.
"Please die." I mumble.
Clay pulls back, laughing again. "Sorry— sorry. Fine. Safeword, we're picking a safeword." He says, getting us back on track.
I roll my eyes, lifting both of my hands to curl them around each of his wrists where his hands are planted on my ribcage again. I chew the inside of my cheek, thinking. We speak simultaneously as inspiration hits.
Me first: "Strawberry?"
"Arizona?" He says next.
I ooh at that, brows lifting. "I like Arizona." I say.
Clay smiles. "Strawberry is cute. You're cute." He follows.
I feel overwhelmed by that. I cover it with a grimace. "Ew... Arizona it is then."
He immediately protests— "What— what's wrong with calling you cute?"
I look off to the side, huffing a sigh, now just fucking with him. "Nothing I suppose..." I say, then sigh again.
Clay grunts, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him. I see his face scrunched up in genuine concern and break into a grin. I watch him realize, rolling his eyes and shaking his head with a frustrated sigh.
"Fine. Arizona. We agree?" He says, pulling his hand back.
I nod, then put my hands together, lifting them above my head. "Yeah. Now come clean this plate, Clay." I say, biting my lip to stifle a laugh.
He snorts a laugh of his own, but follows me up, grabbing the rope. The humor of the situation quickly fades, replaced with heat as I realize: we're really doing this.
Clay sucks in his lower lip, brows drawing together in focus as he ties my hands together. I take in a shuddered breath, barely gathering the courage to look up as he lifts and ties them to the bed frame.
"How's that?" He asks.
I nod, pulling my wrists tight to test the restraints as Clay watches. There's a just-right amount of give to it, but it seems stable.
"Good, I think." I say back.
Clay immediately flicks his gaze down to my face. We make eye-contact that leaves me flustered, heart rabbiting in my chest as I think about the position I'm in. His hand lifts to cup my face, thumb dragging along my cheek. He leans in, pressing a particularly soft and slow kiss that has me melting.
"Relax baby. I've got you." He mumbles against my lips, then presses another feather-soft kiss.
I moan into it, nodding, already struggling with speech.
"I'm gonna blindfold you now, then I'm gonna start touchin' you, okay?" He says next.
I nod again, around a mewled moan.
Clay hums, "Not good enough this time. I need to hear you say yes."
I swallow a noise, shivering. "Yes. Please." I barely manage to say.
"Good girl." He says back, soft and low, then lifts the blindfold to cover my eyes.
I flutter my eyes under it, blinking, seeing... not shit.
"Comfortable?" Clay asks, and I turn my head, like I can follow his voice, probably looking like an idiot.
"Y-yeah. I'm alright." I stutter out.
I can hear the shifting of fabric, feel the bed dip with his shifting weight, still, I twitch in surprise when I feel something brush my breast.
"I should've known..." I mumble out around a moan as Clay's mouth latches on, harshly sucking. Still, it feels fantastic.
Clay laughs against my skin. "I don't know what you mean..." He says, then dives right back in, scraping his teeth down my nipple.
I want to tease further, but the sensation is starting to overwhelm. I instinctively try to bring my hands down to card them through his hair, and just end up tugging at the restraints.
Right. I'm tied to the fucking bed frame.
I let out a shuddered exhale that turns into a moan as Clay switches to my other breast, sucking a bruise into the skin. My eyes instinctively flick back into my head as his mouth dips lower, trailing down my ribs, hot.
I want to pull his hair so fucking bad. I tilt my hips up, like a question, or maybe a demand.
Clay lifts both hands to my hips, keeping me pinned down to the mattress. I expect a behave, or a relax, but get nothing. Suddenly his mouth is off of me, thumbs pressing into my hips and slowly rubbing the skin there.
I swallow nervously, a moan caught in my throat, heart rate increasing the longer I go without contact from his mouth.
I'm about to ask, when I feel his lips land on my thigh, pressing a kiss as his hands on my hips adjust, thumbs trailing down to hold me open.
Suddenly my legs go tight, feet curling as I wait for the contact. I feel his lips drag down my thigh, then he pauses, breath hot on my pussy as he just waits. I flutter on air, waiting myself.
"Clay... please." I sigh out, bucking my hips again.
He hums, voice deep. One of his thumbs adjusts, and suddenly there's pressure on my clit, barely moving. He's just toying with me, no intent, no chase, playing with my pussy for the fun of it.
I whine, stomach clenching tight. The sensation is just enough to make me flutter, squirming against the mattress, but provides no real pleasure.
"C'mon— this is just— this is m— ah—" I'm interrupted with a breathy moan as I suddenly feel his mouth again, tongue dragging through my pussy, slowly, just once, then he pulls back with a laugh.
"Fuck you." I mewl out, stomach absurdly tight.
I feel his tongue again, arching as he drags it through, flat, curling the tip just as he reaches my clit. The volume of the moan I let out is... absurd, honestly, for the amount of stimulation received.
"Sensitive little whore." Clay mumbles out.
I moan for it. Because I am.
The hand he isn't using to hold me open shifts up to my stomach, fingers brushing my skin feather-light, following natural dips and curves of my body.
"C'mon, Clay—" I moan out, starting to get frustrated.
He laughs again. "No. You're gonna wait."
Still, I feel the hand between my legs shift again, tip of his thumb pushing into me teasingly shallow. I buck my hips for it, forcing him to push the whole thing in.
Clay grunts, pulling the hand back and lifting my leg so he can slap my ass. "What the fuck did I just say?" He says, voice low.
It makes my stomach tighten again, but I feel excitement build in my throat. I want to push him further, mouth opening to speak, but he speaks first.
"Tell me when you're going to cum."
Suddenly there's pressure between my legs, Clay's tongue curling around my clit fast and hard. I'm confused, but not complaining.
My hips buck wildly, trying to ride his tongue, but he's quicker, lifting both hands to pin me to the mattress and keep me in place.
The pace is punishing, making my thighs shake with the effort, dragging along the sheets as I shake and twitch in oversensitivity. I feel the pressure start in my stomach and let out a sated sigh.
Clay moves with intent, dipping his tongue to briefly curl it inside of me then back up, lathing my clit. My stomach tenses again, and I shudder.
"I'm close—" I whimper, pressing toward his mouth.
Suddenly, there's nothing.
I whine, lifting my hips, squirming against the mattress. I can still feel his breath, chasing it with my body, but making contact with nothing, pulsing on air.
"Please..." I whimper out, arching, pulling at my tied wrists.
Clay laughs, and his hand finds its way back to me, planting low on my stomach, thumb just resting against my clit.
"Are you gonna behave this time?" He asks, sounding smug.
I nod, though I don't know if he's looking. "Yes sir."
There's no verbal response from Clay, but his tongue presses back in, dragging through my pussy, slow, intentional. He hums, pleased, and I feel it, still sensitive, still close to cumming.
Clay's hands land back on my hips, holding me still as he starts to fuck me with his tongue, again. I know I'm melting, verbal, liquifying into the mattress, only responding with well timed twitches in my thighs, no longer allowed to buck my hips.
I pull the bindings on my hands tight again as he presses his tongue in deep, mewling. I feel the familiar pressure of my orgasm, threatening to happen.
"Clay—" Is all I get out before he pulls off, pressing his mouth to my stomach again.
Despite knowing it was going to happen, I whimper, feeling the sensation fade. I want to cum.
Clay drags his lips along my stomach, to my hips, down my thighs, kissing along the way. What feels too soon, and not soon enough, he presses back in, moaning himself as I moan, unable to control the way I buck to meet his mouth.
I'm constantly fluttering now, everything feeling warm and tight, as Clay's tongue drags through my pussy. My thighs start shaking this time, wobbled moan low in my throat as I barrel toward my orgasm. I try to warn again.
"I'm— ah—" I'm interrupted with a moan.
Still, Clay pulls off, laughing low as I nearly sob, completely gone, pulling my wrists tight enough to hurt.
"You're shaking." He says, sounding gone himself.
I moan, stomach clenching and unclenching in a rhythm. Clay presses back in before it feels like I've had a second to breathe, tongue first.
I have to grit my teeth, thighs and stomach going completely tight as my body tries to roll into my orgasm.
"Please." I whimper out.
He pulls off again.
I let out a warbled moan, everything pulling hard enough that I get light-headed. I take in a steadying breath, feeling my heart in my throat.
With no warning, suddenly, there's the pressure of two fingers sinking into me and curling. I clench down hard, moans coming out stuttered, constant.
Clay makes a low noise.
"You're so desperate to cum aren't you? You little fucking slut." He says, low.
I nod, pulling my arms again, barely present in my body. "Please, please, please, Clay, Please—" I repeat like a mantra, constant.
"No." He says back. "You're gonna hold out longer." The way he says it is quiet, though I know it's a command.
I bite my lip, whine high in my throat as I nod. I don't dare to speak, knowing it will be a warbled mess of begging and his name.
Clay pushes back in with a quick flick of his tongue before he presses it flat, movement slow, teasing. Still, my sensitivity is enough to make it enough. My thighs pull completely tight, pressure in my stomach sharp.
"Please let me cum." I manage to beg out, and Clay moves off again, kissing my thigh instead.
I let out a shuddered breath. "It hurts." I whine.
He laughs, quiet, low. "I know."
My eyes roll back in my head as his tongue makes contact this time, tears pricking in the corners of my eyes, wrists pulled tight enough to hurt. I feel the pressure building, and nearly sob, knowing I have to warn him. Before I even can, he pulls off, scraping his teeth against my hip.
I'm barely conscious of the moan I let out, desperate, unashamed. "Please daddy—" I choke out around a whimper.
Clay presses a soft kiss to my stomach, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs, shushing me.
"You can cum this time." He says, soft, then presses back in.
I let out a nearly constant stream of noise, hips bucking, entire body tight. I can feel his tongue between my legs, feeling like it's setting alight every nerve on my body, burn and pressure in my stomach branching into my limbs.
"I—" I barely moan out, seeking approval despite already having permission.
Clay hums, moving his tongue faster for me. I take it as permission enough, entire body pulling tight as I finally crest over into a climax, the low throb becoming the only thing I can feel as my entire body melts.
The head rush is enough to make me see stars, vision fading into black for just a moment as I lose control of my body. I can't even hear or process the amount of noise I'm making.
Clay's tongue stays persistent between my legs, dragging me through my orgasm, until it's too much. I arch my hips away, trying to get him away from my hyper-sensitive pussy, entire body feeling weak and unsteady from the strength of my orgasm.
But he chases.
"Please, Clay." I mewl out, back to begging, hips jerking as I struggle under him.
Clay pulls me back to him, keeping me in place with his mouth locked between my legs like it belongs there. He takes me through the desperate over-sensitivity, back into building pleasure, until I'm panting and rolling against his mouth again.
Then, he finally pulls off.
I feel vulnerable, raw, completely fucking gone.
"Clay, please—" I start begging again, at a loss for anything else.
"What do you want, baby?" He asks, voice finally tender.
I respond before I can even think. "You." I take a shuddered breath. "You, just you. Please, Clay."
Clay makes a wild noise, hands landing on me, feeling like they're everywhere all at once, warm, massive, rough.
I arch toward him, feeling his cock press between my legs, though it doesn't seem like it's his focus. His hands are quick, pulling off the blindfold.
I blink rapidly, eyes adjusting for only a second, seeing I'm looking up at Clay's chest. My eyes flick higher, and I see he's unthreading the rope on my wrists. My arms fall the second they're untied, numb. I flex my fingers, trying to get blood flow back.
I'm still gone as Clay comes down, locking our mouths together. I keep my eyes open for just a moment, brain not functioning, before I manage to catch up, eyes fluttering shut, starting to move against his mouth, lifting my hands to rest them on his shoulders.
I moan when I feel Clay's hand wrap around my throat, surprised, but all he does is pop the collar, taking it off and setting it aside.
"It's just me and you baby." He mumbles out, planting a hand on my waist to hold me in place. "Just me and you."
I let out a small noise, struggling to find anything to say that I even could say.
Clay pulls back, pushing on my thigh, opening me and lining himself up. He sighs in relief as he pushes into me. I watch his face go lax, mouth parting. He rolls his hips once, slow, deep, and I melt, moaning wanton, eyes falling shut.
Clay comes back down on me, keeping the same tender pace as he presses his face into my neck, muffling his own moans.
"Such a perfect girl..." He sighs out.
It makes my heart thump, everything going loose. I don't know if I'm going to cum again. I don't know if I can cum again, but I hold on tight, digging my nails into Clay's shoulders, keeping myself relaxed for him, throbbing on his cock.
I can at least appreciate the closeness.
We're both slick with sweat, wrapped up in each other, all breath, everything unspoken thumping in my chest as he keeps his face buried in my neck, rolling his hips leisurely, like he has all day.
Which, I guess, he does. He has all weekend.
I'm surprised when I feel the pressure start to build in my stomach. I'm actually going to cum again, even at this pace. I tilt my face, nuzzling against the side of Clay's head, just breathing. I part my legs, rocking my hips, dripping out a moan right into his ear.
Clay immediately lets out a pleased hum. "Yeah? That feel good?" He asks, adjusting to thrust a bit deeper.
I moan again, eyes fluttering, chin tilting back as he latches onto my neck, nipping at the skin. Despite the way they're shaking, I manage to lift my legs, wrapping them around his back so he can fuck me as deep as possible.
I immediately feel the angle change, a whiny moan vibrating my throat as I suddenly feel fuller, more connected, Clay's stomach completely flush with mine.
"You feel fucking amazing under me like this." Clay sighs out, like an admission, his thrusts starting to speed up, chasing.
I get one, "Please daddy." out, before Clay shifts, locking our lips together, pushing his tongue into my mouth, forcing my head back into the mattress.
I feel the tenderness and ache branch in my stomach, causing me to throb, clenching on his cock. We moan into each other's mouths as I cum, clenching down hard enough that Clay has to break the kiss to breathe.
My body doesn't pull tight this time, instead going completely lax, everything feeling warm, soft, numb.
"There it is..." Clay moans out.
I look up to see him lifting himself to look down at where his cock is still dragging in and out of me, flexing while inside. I can tell he's close, despite the amount of restraint he's maintaining.
I shift my hips again, feeling particularly damp, and suddenly realize what Clay was talking about. I squirted again.
Damn. He was right.
I let out a desperate moan, tilting my head back as Clay's thrusts start again, rough, ragged, chasing his orgasm. It doesn't take long before the roll of his hips is staggered, distracted, and he comes back down, meeting me for a kiss.
I'm still completely melted when I hear Clay let out a stuttered shout, hips snapping hard enough to push us up the sheets for just a moment, burying himself as deep as he can get before he cums with a guttural moan.
I lift to catch it, holding onto him as tight as I can, swallowing his moans as our mouths drag together. Clay nearly whimpers, abdomen flexing where it's pressed flush with my stomach, shivering through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
I drag my hands across his shoulders, touch soothing him as we rock against each other, both too gone to split. My lips are numb from the time we've spent kissing, but we stay locked, breath shared, barely moving.
Clay's the one that eventually breaks it, pulling back to let out a shuddered exhale.
"Holy, fuck." He bites out, and I laugh, tugging at his shoulders to try and bring him back down.
"I think I saw God for a second there." Clay says, and I see his lips quirk into a smile, eyes half-lidded.
I pull into a smile of my own. "Yeah? Is there a mirror in here?" I ask.
Clay finally laughs back, shifting his hips to pull out of me, sitting back on his knees.
"Lift your hips baby." He says, surprisingly soft.
I try, and fail, legs and core trembling. "I-I don't think I can." I mumble back, feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry..." My arms curl up, covering my chest.
Clay leans over, pressing a kiss to my knee. "It's ok. I've got you." He says, soft, then threads an arm around my waist, helping me lift off the towel.
He takes a clean part of it, and wipes me down, then himself. He looks at the towel, like he's considering just throwing it.
"Do not put that on the floor." I warn him, and he shakes his head.
"I'll do what I want. It's my floor." Clay says back, grinning.
Still, he drags himself up to standing, slowly moving toward his actual laundry basket, and tossing it in. He stops at his closet, hopping into a fresh pair of boxers and snagging me a shirt, before immediately coming back. He kneels back onto the mattress, between my legs, guiding me to sit up, manhandling me into the shirt despite my protests.
I lay back down with a huff, in the shirt. He follows me down, flopping on top of me, burying his face in my chest. I make a pleased noise as his arms wrap around me, feeling warm and safe.
"Clay blanket." I mumble out, brain still melted. "Claynket."
Clay snorts into my chest for that, lifting his head to drag kisses along my collarbone and shoulder over the shirt. I'm surprised how soft the moment becomes, sincere tenderness buzzing between us.
I watch as Clay's gaze flicks up. He looks lost, hesitant, mouth opening and closing like he's carefully choosing his words.
"I think... I think I might..." He starts, eyes flicking back and forth, having trouble maintaining eye contact. The words seem... heavy.
I feel my heart skip a beat. I decide whatever is happening is too much for me to handle right now, barely even present, and crack a joke to break the tension.
"Thanks for the sex king. That was super poggers. Now can you please go back to explaining all of the Minecraft lore?" I say.
I feel the tension melt, Clay laughing as he shakes his head, the unspoken words melting away. "So Herobrine, right?" He starts, tagging onto the joke.
I immediately laugh, slapping at his shoulders, met with him wheezing back as he buries into my chest. There's a moment of silence, no tension.
Clay breaks it, yawning. "I still haven't slept." He mumbles out.
I nearly yelp. "What?! Hello?! Go to fucking sleep." I chastise.
He mumbles against my chest, nuzzling in deeper. "How could I sleep? I'm in coochie land."
My brow furrows, mouth pulling into a grimace. "You're such a dumbass."
Clay makes a noise back. "No. I'm—" He starts and I sigh, eyes rolling back into my head, knowing exactly what's coming. "—the coochie man." He finishes.
I let out a disgusted noise, lifting both hands to gently scratch his back and lure him into sleep. It works immediately, Clay shuddering and moaning, going completely limp on top of me. I feel my face melt into an affectionate smile. I hate how much he can make me feel, just by existing.
I keep my nails perfectly light, scratching Clay's back, soothing him to sleep, relaxing under him myself.
I look at his lax face, feeling my stomach flutter, everything strung high as my brain kicks into overdrive.
That...
That was relationship sex.
That was saying 'I love you' after sex.
I think Clay knows it, too, and I'm not sure how to handle that.