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I pulled the fabric of my shirt off my body, throwing it on the bed me and Clay slept on last night. The water just started running so I couldn't possibly be late to the party. I kept my black set on cause I thought it looked too good to take off by myself.

I made my way to the bathroom, laughing at the thought of how unfortunate it would be if George or Nick woke up and saw me half-naked, walking to the bathroom where Clay was supposedly taking a shower.

Slowly pushing the door open (which of course he didn't bother to lock) I saw him still partly clothed, with only his shirt off, adjusting the water temperature. He didn't hear me enter, so I took the opportunity to close the door with the same delicacy. But as I locked it, he turned around.

"What's- whoa."

The way he took a step back with wide open eyes and took a second to observe me from head to toe made me smirk and take a step towards him.

"Surprise, shawty." I giggled, taking a step forward.

"I knew letting the door unlocked was a good idea." He came back to his senses momentarily, cutting the distance between us and reconnecting our lips for the third time today, but this time with both our hands more comfortable on each other's bodies.

I didn't notice that the only piece of clothing missing from his body was his shirt, yet his fingers were already playing with the hook of my bra, easily getting it undone with almost no effort, pulling the straps down from my arms and letting it fall to the cold tales.

"Who gave you the right to be so fucking perfect."

He attacked my neck with his mouth as an excuse for him to move down to my collarbones then down to my chest - leaving bites and kisses along his way, not letting an inch of skin stay unexplored. His mouth wrapped around the sensitive skin of my nipple, grazing his teeth around it softly before soothing it with his tongue.

A small moan escaped my mouth before I could process the thought of having to keep quiet. It made him come back up to my lips, shutting me up with a kiss as his hands pushed my underwear down from my hips, from where they fell to the floor, joining my bra. I was too carried away to notice that, until I felt his large palms groping my ass harshly.

"Imagine I spank you, and George falls off the couch from the noise." I'd be surprised if he didn't crack a stupid joke.

"Can you not? Like not in the middle of this.." I forced the visuals away as quick as I could, as we both laughed and got back to the business.

"And why are you still dressed." I stole a moment when we broke the kiss to voice my complaints.

He motioned so that I go stand under the water, softly guiding me by pressing his palm to the small of my back.

I could tell he took his time with the water temperature, cause it was perfectly balanced. And shortly after I let my body adjust to the temperature, he joined me - this time without any fabric between us.

My eyes involuntarily followed down his defined V-line, blinking a few times before going wide and looking up at his smug smile.

The big dick jokes are never gonna be the same anymore.

"Cocky." I rolled my eyes at his smirk, which got even more defined from my words.

"Hard cocky."

He's unstoppable. Even raging hormones can't stop his stupidity from showing off.

"Aren't you gonna take care of that?" I was casually enjoying my time under the water.

I longed my arm to grab the shampoo when he pulled me in a way that made my back crash against his chest.

"Not before I take care of you."

My breath got caught in my throat as his actions became so much more determined and aggressive. He chose to put both his mouth and hands to use. My neck was getting peppered with kisses and light bites again. One of his hands stayed up toying with my breasts, while the other carefully traced my belly - going dangerously low but not exactly where I needed him.

I could feel him pressed against my back, rock hard and desperate for attention. Yet he chose to give all his attention to me.

I was so worked up for him already that when he pressed the pads of his middle and ring fingers to my clit, I had to bite my bottom lip hard to not let the noises escape. All that came out was a small whimper.

His mouth detached from my neck and went up to my cheek, as his fingers started circling in a dangerously slow pace, his other hand rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger.

I had to hide my moans by pressing my mouth to the skin of his neck, keeping it busy with light nibbles so that the noises would at least be muffled.

"Good girl, keep quiet." His fingers gained some speed with his words.

"Clay-" I let out a whiney moan almost unironically right after his words, which made him chuckle and quicken his pace between my legs that were daring to clamp shut from how perfectly in place his actions were.

Why is he so damn good with his fingers.

And as if he could hear that thought, suddenly he dipped one finger inside me, making me whine as he stretched me just enough to add the second one and pick a torturing pace. Painfully slow.

"Look how wet you are for me," I hated the smirk I could hear in his voice, "dripping down my fingers."

"We're in the show- my god-"

His fingers curled up inside of me, hitting a spot mine could never reach.

"What were you saying?" He pulled out his fingers almost completely, stopping his movements and waiting for my answer.

"We're in the shower, and that's why I'm wE- fuck!"

His fingers slammed right back in, going knuckle deep and curling up to hit the same spot, making a wave of shock run down my thighs.

"What a sentence. Wanna say that again?" His movements were fast and deep from there, making me regret my words momentarily.

"P-please-" I was a moaning mess in his hands, and by now the main thing supporting my body weren't my legs. It was his arm wrapped around my chest.

"Keep fucking quiet." His words didn't match with his actions. He was basically forcing me to scream.

His fingers never stayed in the same place. He was basically learning my body, trying everything and sticking to the things that I was the most responsive to. By the time he picked everything up, I was daring to be loud enough to wake the people in the house.

My nails dug in the skin of his wrist, the one that supported those skilled fingers. He groaned, using his spare hand to clap my mouth shut, as I felt the warm knot building up in my lower abdomen. As much as I was trying to take control of his hand and make it have some mercy on me, his strength overpowered in many levels.

"I- I'm.. fuck- Clay!" I was trying to let him know that I was close, but all that came out were pathetic muffled whines and moans against his palm.

"I know, baby," he didn't need to hear a word to pick up on what I was trying to say, "gonna cum on my fingers yeah? C'mon, give it to me."

His words felt like a ticket to heaven. My head fell back to his shoulder, legs clamping shut around his hand, as he never slowed his pace - carrying me through my high until my whole body started shaking, with tears falling from the corners of my eyes. I'm pretty sure I managed to be vocal about it, cause I remember him trying to quiet me down with both his words and the hand on my mouth.

When his hand finally stopped, I sucked in the breath I needed desperately. His palm freed my mouth too, letting me get the oxygen I needed.

Except I was too carried away mewling quietly, still trying to come down from where he took me.

"It's okay, baby, breathe," he peppered kisses from my shoulder to my cheek, "you did so good for me, you did amazing."

I took my time to calm myself down with his reassuring kisses. He kept whispering sweet nothings and remind me to breathe, while I barely stood half-melted in his arms.

When I finally did calm down, I slowly turned my head to give him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. I turned around to face him.

"You're not gonna keep quiet, are you?" He smirked.

I looked down at his size and back to his face. Let's just be honest, if his fingers did that to me, getting railed while our friends were asleep wasn't the best option.

"No."

"On your knees then."

I took the opportunity of my still weak legs and dropped to my knees infront of him.

"Okay daddy." I chuckled, getting a small laugh out of him.

I looked up at him almost immediately after wrapping my hand around his painfully hard cock. He sighed in relief and made himself comfortable against the wall, one of his hands coming down to push the wet strands of my hair behind my ear.

"All for me?" I gave him a few strokes, slow enough to let him speak without too much effort.

"Fuck- yeah. All for you." I could tell from his voice that even the small touches were appreciated by him. He needed everything he could get.

"You're spoiling me, aren't you?" I teased, quickening the pace of my hand.

He groaned in frustration, eyes shutting close and hands curling up in a fist and going loose once again.

I slowly cut the distance between us, licking a thin stripe from the base to the tip, following the well-defined vein. He sucked in a harsh breath and almost choked on it when I wrapped my lips around the head, circling my tongue around it before giving it a harsh suck.

I knew he was basically in pain from how much he needed relief. But the idea of teasing him would haunt my dreams if I didn't do it now.

"Liz-" he whined, realizing that I wasn't going to take him farther down my mouth.

"Hm?" I hummed against the sensitive tip on purpose, sending the vibration through his body as I looked up at his darkened eyes.

"Stop being a fucking tease."

I was very happy with my actions until one of his hands collected the wet strands of my hair in a bunch and thrusted his hips forward - hitting the back of my throat even though he wasn't all the way deep yet.

I slacked my jaw, looking up at his eyes that were filled with lust but still asking for permission before he could move. I nodded, putting my hands on his thighs to be able to push him back whenever it got too much.

And just like that, I passed the lead to him, letting him fuck my mouth with the pace he picked, making the tears that fall down from the corners of my eyes get mixed with the water droplets coming from the shower head.

I could tell he was trying his best to stay quiet, but god, those grunts leaving his throat made me want to take him even deeper, even though I was already a gagging mess from what he was giving me.

"S-so good baby," his thrusts were getting out of rhythm, too tiring for him to keep up with, "fucking hell."

I took the lead from there, going nice and deep, fast enough to please him in the way he wanted, ignoring any kind of discomfort I was feeling, cause the urge to make him feel good was too major to let anything take its place.

"I'm- fuck, mghm-"

I took him all the way I could, shutting my eyes close as I heard him let out a long groan as the hot spouts oozed down my throat. I swallowed around him a few times, getting every single drop he offered and waited for him to calm down before letting him out of my mouth with a pop.

Seeing him breathing heavily leaned against the shower wall as the water droplets ran down from his chest to his tensed abdomen was something I didn't know I needed to see. His eyes were still closed, dark pink lips parted, hair falling in loose damp curls over his forehead.

I got up to my feet and instinctively gave him a hug, as if that would make him regain his energy faster. He reacted slowly, wrapping an arm around my waist and putting his chin on my shoulder, standing under the hot water.

"You're just- wow.. thank you." His voice had gotten deeper.

"You too. Very wow." I smiled even though he couldn't see it. My voice sounded like a mess too.

"Remind me to donate to George for the water bill." He chuckled as I realized we were here for more than an hour now and haven't even showered yet.