❗SMUT WARNING❗

DO NOT READ IF MATURE THEMES MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE OR YOU ARE UNDERAGE.

This chapter doesn't contain anything that adds to the overall plot, feel free to skip

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Clay's palms were moving dangerously close to the place that was the most vulnerable for his touch at that moment. But I couldn't completely relax under his touch, something distracting was still dominant in my mind. After keeping my muscles tensed and my ears peeled for a minute, I finally let go of a frustrated groan.

"They're gonna hear us." I half-whispered, already familiar with how low I needed to keep my voice for it to not be hearable from the living room.

"They both listen to music to sleep," Clay's minty breath was hot on my ear, sending shivers down my spine, "I just wanna make you feel good. I know you want it as much as I do."

Following his burning words, I felt his fingers climbing all the way up to the upper border of my inner thigh, stopping there when his skin brushed against the edge of the fabric of my underwear.

I blindly trusted each and every single one of his words. My part here is to try my best to stay as quiet as possible, which wasn't that great of a motive considering the fact that his fingers were actually god-sculpted, and the last time he touched me like this was ages ago.

I let go of a breath, sending all the sticky thoughts out of my mind with it. It made me relax into his touch, which he noticed immediately from how soft my muscles went.

I let go of a jagged breath when he slowly pressed two fingers against my clit over the black cotton that was the only thin barrier separating us.

Involuntarily arching my back, I separated my spine from his abdomen yet pushed my hips back all the way, which made my ass press against his hardening crotch. It made him let go of a low groan which almost made me moan from the sound.

I don't know when I became such a slut for everything he does.

"C'mon baby, you have to be way more composed than that if you want me to keep going."

What he said went perfectly with the harsh circle his fingerpads drew on my clit still over my underwear. His actions were way more frustrating than the cold shower I took.

And as his fingers started to develop a rhythm and a pattern, his other hand locked around my torso, right below my chest, pinning me against his body to get rid of the reoccurring arching of my back.

I barely could breathe when his lips attacked my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere he reached and grazing his teeth lightly at the spots that were the most sensitive.

I didn't want to think deeply about the fact that he was close to making me cum by doing as little as drawing not too speedy circles over the material, not even directly to my clit.

My hips were drawing circles as well, trying to get as much of the friction he offered as possible. And by doing that I also felt myself brushing against his own touch-starved body, which occasionally made low growns escape his mouth. Those sounds paired with the harsh sucks around the skin of my collarbone.

"I- f..fuck." I tried to make a sentence about how close I was, but his motions sped up right as I was about to connect the tangled strings of my thoughts.

I was now panting, dangerously close to my high which made me try to shut my legs around his hand and force him to keep going till I reached it. But as my thighs moved an inch, he somehow managed to push them open with his own legs.

"What was that?" His fingers got even faster, which made me throw my head all the way back - a weak attempt of trying to signal him that I was about to cum.

And as I felt my muscles almost reach the climactic point of just shaking uncontrollably, he swiftly removed his fingers, making me almost cry out from the denial. And by almost I mean the only thing stopping me was the hand that he clamped over my mouth just in case.

"Not yet," he slowly took his hand away from my mouth, "you're doing so good, just breathe."

The feeling of having an ever so slowly retreating pressure in my lower abdomen was such a great discomfort, but it somehow was also a strong, undescribable pleasure and excitement in it.

I hadn't recovered from the oversesitivity and the built up pressure when he pulled my underwear to the side, exposing my wetness to the cool air. I waited with anticipation for the second when his fingers would press back to the bundle of nerves and finish their job this time.

"Lie back a bit more for me." I followed the instruction right as it fell from his mouth.

Repositioning my body until he was happy with it, I felt him grip my right thigh roughly and throw it over his longer and stronger leg, arranging everything in a way that he had full control over my body and could even spread my legs without having me move a muscle.

"Tell me if it gets too much." His voice was like a warning I got before the storm.

Running his fingertips up and down my slick a few times, he pushed two fingers in without a distinct warning. At that moment I could understand the reason behind the position change. His fingers were definitely being used without missing an inch, with their complete length.

His arm that was busy holding me in place loosened it's grip for a moment. Soon enough his hand went under my shirt, reaching my breast and giving it a squeeze.

The pace of his fingers was torturous as he took his time to almost pull them out and push all the way back in each time. He realized that my whimpers were gradually getting louder and louder, which made him detach his mouth from my neck and capture my lips in a kiss.

I was blindly believing that this time he would let me finish. As the pace of his fingers quickened, I got more and more hopeful that he wasn't edging me on purpose this time.

I was scared of becoming more and more vocal, even though all I did at the moment was pant and try to fight the urge to shut my legs.

"Keep quiet."

Clay's hand traveled from beneath my shirt up to my throat, pulling the material up with it and revealing my chest. I doubt he could see anything in the darkness, but I guess the thought of having me so exposed and vulnerable for him gave him pleasure.

"More." I managed to choke out as his hand tightened around my throat.

I could feel the pulsating in both places his hands were making contact with my body. And both of those were so unbelievably pleasurable that a part of my brain didn't want it to stop, while the other demanded release.

"One more finger?" Clay asked softly, teasing my entrance with his pointer finger while the middle and ring fingers worked their magic. I nodded, unable to speak.

The stretch was burning pleasantly. His fingers got a lot more mobility after the addition, and soon enough I was on the edge again.

My hand that was just curled into a fist went up to grab the wrist of the hand that was around my throat when I was about to reach my high. I needed all the oxygen I could get at that moment, while his hand was triggering the opposite effect.

As I choked out an inaudible mention of his name, both his hands stopped what they were doing.

"Noo, plea-se." My voice broke.

He did it again, and this time tears of frustration rolled down from the corners of my eyes involuntarily. I was in so strained both emotionally and physically yet I liked the feeling way too much to ask him to stop.

"Shh, it's gonna feel so good, I promise," Clay started to peck the side of my face, going down to my shoulder and leaving a final lasting kiss there, "you did so amazing, I'm so proud of you."

As my breathing finally calmed and the numbness of my extremities went away, I remembered that I had been skipping the pill lately. I could feel how worked up and on the edge he was as well just from watching me and having me rub against him the whole time.

So without further explanations, I knelt on the bed and manoeuvred myself around upon his chest. I doubt he's gonna complain.

And judging by his chuckle and quick repositioning on the bed so that now he was more in a laying position, my legs straddled his head with his arms snaking around my thighs. My body quickly leaned over, and I settled my elbows on either side of his legs.

I pushed the waistband of his boxers down enough so that I could free his already painfully hard cock. And I could tell how much he needed this when he let go of a low grunt from just feeling me wrap my hand around his hardness.

Another groan emitted from his lips as they made contact with the dripping mess he created between my legs. I had to shut myself up by taking him in my mouth and finding a distraction by doing so, cause he was so damn good at everything he did.

His arms locked around the small of my back as I kept taking him deeper and deeper each time my head went down, while not forgetting to stroke whatever couldn't fit. I could tell how much he was enjoying this by the way his thighs and abdomen would tense up each and every single time he would hit the back of my throat.

What came to me, the pressure was already moving down from my lower abdomen to my inner thighs in the form of tingles, and all I wanted to do was hold it back a little longer and make sure Clay would finish with me.

I used the last bits of my energy to speed up my actions and make sure to circle my tongue around the tip cause that's what got the most reaction out of him.

"Cum for me." My voice was low as I quickly moved my hand up and down, wrapping my lips around the tip and sucking it slightly.

Clay detached his lips from my clit and started to quickly massage it with his fingers with a messy pattern, which added to all the buildup from the last two denials and made me shake as I felt him twitching in my hand.

We came together, but surely he collected himself way quicker than I did. The last conscious reflex my body was capable of, was swallowing him down. Everything was a blur after that, and all I could remember was the uncontrollable twitching of my muscles as I rolled away to the side of the bed.

"Holy shit." Was all that Clay could say when he picked me up and leaned me back against his body - this time to take care of me.

And slowly but surely, I regained enough energy to form a sentence.

"I almost choked on your cum." I breathed out, still having trouble to stop the twitching of my inner thighs.

Clay laughed, kissing my cheek and resting his chin on my shoulder, "My girl."