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I got in his bed, not being able to get the smirk away from my face. His overconfidence always annoyed me, but in the best way possible. It triggered mine in a way, making me go for the impulsive decisions and not really think about what those could result in.

Clay was still standing there with my bra in his hand. Not looking quite in shock, but totally amused in a way. I went with the decision of making eye contact with him, taking the black painted fingernail of my thumb between my teeth and just smiling at him.

The lust in his eyes was so noticeable that I could spot it with my fucked up vision. And when he got closer to the bed, it was prominent enough for me to be able to feel it.

"Such a fucking tease and for what?" He climbed on top of me, putting both his hands on each sides of my head, "Really want me to ruin you, don't you?"

I parted my mouth to speak but he shut me up with his lips, trying to get me to let his tongue inside my mouth, but I resisted as much as I could, smirking at his efforts. But when he harshly grinded his hips down, pressing his growing bulge against me, a shuddered sigh left my mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to completely dominate the kiss with his hot tongue.

"Who did you wear this for, huh?" One of his hands traced up from my thigh up to the lacy side wing of my panties, pulling it a bit and letting the material slap right back to my skin.

"Myself." I licked my lips, still tasting him on them as our eyes stayed glued to each other.

The devilish smirk made a comeback, the indication of me fucking up big time. His mouth attacked my neck, going straight to the spot he had apparently memorized, the one which didn't fail to get a reaction out of me. One of my hands went under his shirt to trace his skin that was burning under my fingertips, while the other tangled in his hair, pulling at the roots enough to make him groan.

He moved down to my collarbones, probably leaving his prints from how overwhelmingly intense his kisses were. Putting the shirt he picked for me to a good use, he pulled the deeply cut neck down all the way he could, exposing my breast for him to work on. I threw my head back as his mouth wrapped around my nipple, flicking it with his tongue a few times to get it to poke out and giving it a harsh suck before moving to the other side and repeating his actions.

I was desperately bucking my hips up, trying to get some action, but everytime I did it he just pushed me down. As much as I enjoyed the kisses, bites and sucks he was leaving all over my skin, I couldn't bear with the tension building between my legs.

"What do you want?" He noticed my needy body language, even though I tried to keep it at its minimum.

"What do you offer?" I just knew I was soaking through my underwear.

His hand swiftly moved between my legs, pushing the lace to the side and running two fingers from my entrance up to my clit - collecting some of the wetness and humming in satisfaction.

"Ooh, will you take anything I offer?" My muscles tensed from his touch, even though he stopped right bellow the bundle of nerves, knowing damn well that it would drive me crazy.

"Please." His torture on me felt like lasted for hours.

"Please what?" He pressed the tips of his two digits to my clit and applied the perfect amount of pressure to turn it into pleasure.

He's not going to get a single word out of me.

"Please me."

I knew I was playing with fire, but I got what I needed from his words. A harsh tug to the both sides of my underwear, causing it to slide down from my hips. I kicked it away in a second, spreading my legs open to welcome his head there. He was about to give me what I wanted, but for some reason he was also very smug about it, as if everything was going according to his plan.

I couldn't really overthink it though, as he grabbed my thighs harshly and pulled me closer to his face, looking up at me before teasingly and licking his lips. He stuck out his tongue, licking a thin stripe which made my whole body jerk.

"Sweet." He hummed to the taste, tightening his grip on my hips to make sure I stayed pinned on the bed, ready for him to work on.

I let out of a soft moan, matching the intensity of his actions. He wasn't in a rush, keeping the patterns of his tongue minimalistic, devouring me slowly. It looked like he was doing this for his own enjoyment.

It felt like my blood was filled with ignited sparks that were rushing through my whole body and making every single muscle group flutter under his touch. I'd never think such a slow pace could edge me this quickly, make me arch my back and fall back to the mattress repeatedly.

Feeling his lips wrapping around my bundle of nerves and suck at it lightly, my thighs tried to clamp shut around his head. But he forcefully pushed them open even wider, humming in the process and making his name roll off my tongue in a desperate manner.

"M'so close, please." I don't think I'd be able to form a longer sentence even if I tried to.

"Mhm." The vibration his lips were sending through me with the combination of his skilled tongue were getting too much for me.

As if everything wasn't overwhelming enough, he pushed a finger inside me, patting my insides until he found the spot that made me squeal and arch my back.

"Stay. Down." He warned, throwing an arm over my belly after realizing that I wasn't going to do as he said.

"I'm- oh my fuckin- fuck!" I was a moaning and panting mess, chest rising and falling quickly, thighs trembling and begging to shut close, even though he didn't allow it.

Pushing the second finger in, he knew it'd do the job for me. For a second I dared to open my eyes and look down at him. Messy hair falling to his forehead, arm muscles flexing as he was trying to push me down, yet green eyes still looking up at me innocently as if it wasn't him making me fall apart.

I had to clamp a hand around my mouth to quiet myself down when I reached my high, but he didn't approve of it. Using his hand that was pinning me down, he harshly pulled my arm to disconnect it from my mouth.

"Be loud, c'mon," he finally detached his mouth from me, but replaced it with his thumb to flick my clit continuously, carrying me through my high, "let me hear who got you like this."

My throat was already soar, and everything was daring to go numb cause he didn't want to stop. He actually did the opposite of stopping. Quickening the pace of his fingers inside me and pressing his thumb even harder down, he made me whine loudly from oversensitivity.

"P-please, Clay, ple- I can't." The tears were burning the corners of my eyes, some of them rolling down my temples and staining my skin.

"You can. One more on my fingers, baby."

I couldn't say no to that. He was so damn good with both his hands and his words. And the scene of his red lips that got swollen from working on my heat previously, the feeling of them softly kissing my inner thighs to comfort me, edged me closer and closer to my second orgasm.

"You look so fucking hot, you have no idea." He murmured.

And with a final scream I gave it to him, squeezing his fingers repeatedly and making him curse from the scene. I could imagine how much of a mess I looked like. My legs were shaking, chest rising and falling heavily once again, hands still looking for something to grasp until he got the hint and held one of them with his free one.

"Holy hell." He spoke, pulling his fingers out of me and resting his cheek on my inner thigh, giving us both some time to breathe.

I could imagine how much his hand would be cramping by now from all that work he did, but he proved me otherwise by not even giving it some time to rest. Instead he ran it up and down the side of my thigh to soothe me.

"You okay?" He finally spoke, his head still resting in the same place.

"Yeah. Good." My voice was a bit broken, but my breathing was back to normal.

He chuckled, placing a small kiss on my hipbone before getting up. I smirked at the outline of his hard length making a statement through the fabric of his sweats.

I guess it's my turn to put on a show.

"Lie down." I sat up with my words, freeing the space with the pillows for him to take.

"Oh?" He cocked an eyebrow, surprised at my sudden burst of attitude.

"Take your shirt off and lie down." I undid my bun with my words, cause it was loose enough to fall to my neck and tickle the skin in the most annoying way.

He didn't say anything more. Just smirked with raised brows and proceeded to take his shirt off before leaning back to the headboard and waiting for my next instruction.

"Good boy."

I could tell he wasn't used to this, cause his every reaction was the same. A surprised smirk and a small chuckle. I decided to keep his shirt on (the one I was wearing) not getting over how good I looked in it.

I got on top of him, straddling his lap and going down for a kiss. I could still taste myself on his lips, which gave the experience such a thrill.

"You taste so good," I pulled away from the kiss, moving to his neck, "wonder what you'd been eating."

"The efforts I'm putting in just to not flip us over and rail you." He spoke, making me chuckle against the skin of his neck.

"Shh, you had your fun." I was kind enough to let him dominate twice. Not that I didn't enjoy it, he was hella good at what he was doing. I just had my preferences.

I moved down, kissing his collarbones before moving to his chest and abdomen, watching his muscles flex wherever I pressed my lips to. But acknowledging the fact that none of us needed more foreplay, I got to the point, pulling his sweats and boxers down, licking my lips at the sight of his overly hard cock lying flat on his belly.

"Looks like you enjoyed your meal." I smiled smugly, wrapping a hand around the base of it.

"You have no idea." A low sound escaped his throat after his words as I gave him a stroke.

I wasted no time getting him in my mouth and bobbing my head a few times just to get him nice and wet for me. I knew I was still dripping wet myself, but I was working with quite a size, so extra lubrication would do no harm.

His groans made me keep going for longer than I intended to, but soon enough I remembered about my plans. Getting up to my knees, I put each of them on either sides of his hips.

The way he looked at me up and down and licked his lips was going to be engraved in my memories for sure.

"Fuck me." He sighed looking at the shirt falling down from my shoulder. I knew he didn't mean it in the literal way, but still his choice of words made everything better.

"At it."

Thanking myself for not skipping the pill, I lined him up with my entrance, sucking in a breath and lowering my body. The stretch made me hold my breath for a second and let him sink all the way in, waiting for a few seconds for my body to adjust before I could move.

His hands moved to my hips, pulling the shirt up with his touch to see where we were connected, "Oh god.." he sucked in a breath, moving his hands down to my thighs and circling his thumbs on my skin.

When the burn of the stretch faded, I propped myself on my knees to start moving. I felt his hands move to my ass, giving a squeeze before trying to guide my movements.

"Nah ah." I grabbed his hands, moving them away from my body. I pinned them above his head, crossing his wrists together and securing them in place with a single hand. He could easily free himself, the strength of my single hand couldn't possibly be enough to keep him down. But he went with it, throwing his head back for a moment before looking up at my smirk and chuckling.

"Fucking.. goddess-" his voice was low as I started rolling my hips with a quicker rhythm.

Letting out tiny whines and gentle whimpers with every swing of my hips, he encouraged me to keep going. I used my free hand to collect my hair and push it to one side, making sure it got away from my face. Then I leaned forward and using the same hand secured his throat.

"Oh my-" his voice cut in the middle of his sentence when I applied pressure to the both sides of his throat, cutting out his oxygen supply.

"Look at that," I used my hand on his neck to tilt his head to the direction of the mirror on the wall, "look how good you look under me."

I grinned at the reflexion of his arm muscles flexing, trying to keep them pinned above his head. Then I observed the scene of my hands on both his wrists and throat, keeping him completely under my control as I kept taking him in and out of me, in a pace that was perfect for both of us. His black shirt I was wearing was pulled up, forming loose rolls above my hips.

I felt the tingly feeling at the bottom of my abdomen, making me try to readjust my movements and find a position that would make it easier for me to keep moving without putting too much effort.

I whined, leaning all the way down to his body and connecting our lips. I let go of his hands, feeling his arms snake down to my body and find their spot on my hips.

"Can I?" He thrusted up once, swallowing hard when I nodded.

Keeping me down with his heavy arms, he started bucking his hips up to meet my movements, the new intensity and angle making me bite down on his shoulder to muffle my screams. The sounds that left his throat were so incredibly hot, I swear, those were doing wonders to me.

"You feel so fucking good. Fucking tight." He let go of a throaty groan, and I could tell from his messy thrusts that he was close too.

I felt a chill running down my spine as even biting down on his skin couldn't fight back my screams anymore. I came for the third time tonight, legs shaking once again and body going limp on his tensed one. But I knew it was getting too much for him, and had to force myself to move for a bit longer and give him his well-deserved relief.

"C'mon baby, fill me up." My words and pulsating walls sent him over the edge, making him grip on my hips harder and pull me down onto him as he pushed up into me deep and hard. With a final long grunt, he did as I told, fingers digging into my flesh and head falling back to the pillow.

I collapsed onto his body, chest rising and falling with the same rhythm as his was. We stayed there collecting ourselves for a few seconds, just listening to the race our heartbeats were in.

"Towel?" I knew we'd make a mess once I roll away from him.

He longed his hand to the bedside table, opened one of the drawers and passed me the towel. I slowly detached our bodies, completely ruining the towel from how much he had to offer.

"Remember the turkey we stuffed?" I asked, seeing him laugh and nod, "Yeah, I relate to it."