❗SMUT WARNING❗

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

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The heady smell of Clay's soft cologne overtook my senses when he pulled me even closer. His hands locked together at the back of my hips.

"What do you say?" He smiled, "You can finally be as loud as you want to. And I can be as rough as I want to."

The excitement shooting in my veins after his words was unexplainable. Even though I tried my best to hide it, I still couldn't deny the feeling of craving his body as much as he craved mine.

Yet there was a major risk.

"I've been missing the pill." I warned right before anything would happen.

"I know."

My brows went up in surprise when his hand reached into his back pocket and pulled out a shiny foil package. I don't even know if I should ask questions. He came prepared.

And that was my only excuse. If he's so prepared for it, then let it happen.

With both hands moving down to grab onto my ass, he turned us over so that my back was the one pressed against the door now. Lifting me up, he signaled me to wrap my legs around his body in a way that would cut the height difference.

Then his lips hovered over mine, giving them a hot, lasting kiss before he'd start devouring every inch of exposed skin around my neck and collarbones.

I felt a blunt pressure right below my collarbone where his lips were attached to, which I already knew was going to turn into a bruise if he didn't stop.

"Don't leave marks." I warned. But it was a pathetic warning cause it came out sounding more like a moan.

He hummed, kissing the same spot as a replacement of the previous teeth grazing, moving me a bit more up so that his head would be in a good position to explore my chest.

The oversized shirt I was wearing came out in a single swift motion, leaving me in a black lace bra. I hate to say it, but I came prepared as well. It sounds better if you say I considered coming prepared.

"Oh.. that's fucking hot." He was taken aback as well, taking his time to admire the view, and then deciding to leave it on and attack the new bits of skin that were once covered by a shirt.

I started to move my hips reflexively, seeking more friction where I was pressed against his already hardened bulge. It always turned me on so much feeling how responsive he was to my body. I didn't even do anything, he was the one touching, kissing and grazing his teeth across my skin, yet he was also the one getting rock hard from just doing that.

God, I love him so much.

"You know, always wanted to fuck you against the wall." Clay's breath tickled my neck.

His hand started to slide down between us and went under my pants and underwear to feel if I was ready for him or not. Of course I was, I've been ready since we were in his car.

"As if there's anything else in this house you could fuck me against." I chuckled, looking around and seeing nothing but walls and a single chair.

His fingers started to toy with the bundle of nerves playfully as he didn't even bother to look around, yet acted like he knew the place like the back of his hand.

"I can think of a few things, don't worry," he pushed a single finger in, curling it and earning a moan before slowly pulling it out and bringing it up to my mouth, "let's start with the wall though."

I wrapped my lips around two of his fingers, letting go of a small moan as I tasted myself. He looked at me with severely concentrated lust in his eyes as I twirled my tongue around his fingertips before letting him slide out of my mouth.

When he let me slide down the door and stand on my own feet, I saw his frame towered in a way that sparked a strong urge in my head.

"If I don't cry at the end of this, you didn't fuck me good enough." I smiled devilishly, making sure to not break the eye contact.

Clay grabbed my face with a single hand, putting his thumb on my left cheek while the other fingers pressed against the right one. That made my lips turn into a pout involuntarily.

"Do you sometimes think? Before you speak." His own darkened lips hovered over mine as my heart started to pound with excitement.

The answer I had in my mind was probably going to get me in trouble. Luckily he pressed on my cheeks hard enough for me to not be able to say anything and leaned down, kissing the defined pout my lips formed.

"Down to your knees." He instructed, making me drop down, knowing what was about to come and thinking I was prepared for it.

I wasn't. But it's way more fun like this.

Clay took off his shirt, hanging it from the doorknob before taking off his sweats as well. I tried to reach for the prominent bulge covered by his boxers and deal with it myself, but he spoke momentarily.

"Hands behind your back."

I was already on my knees for him, but trust me, I'd drop to my knees one more time from his words if I could. And in moments like this I feel like slutshaming myself.

"Give it to me." I smirked, locking my hands together behind my back and sticking out my tongue proudly.

It was a matter of seconds till I felt the heaviness of the tip of his cock on my tongue. Straightening my back, I took it in my mouth with the tendency of taking more each time and trying to coat as much of it with saliva as I could so that it would be easier for me to take him when he started to thrust.

He was moving his hips slowly, matching with the pace of my head as his fingers were brushing through my hair, trying to get the strands away from my face. And he succeeded, collecting them in a bunch behind my head and pulling hard enough for me to feel the pressure in the roots.

I whimpered, pressing my thighs together as he delivered a harsh thrust from the scene, hitting the back of my throat perfectly.

"Use your hands when you can't take it anymore."

Everything escalated quickly from that point. I was determined to take everything he would give, but the first few thrusts were.. pretty rough.

He picked up a pace too, which was incompatible with my breathing attempts. Not even 5 minutes in, I felt a tear rolling down my cheek which reminded me that I felt like wearing mascara in the morning. Well, this is going to be fun.

He tightened his grip on my hair, completely taking control of my head while repeatedly hitting the back of throat and making me tear up everytime from how hard I was trying to hold back my natural reflexes of closing my throat around him.

I tried to close my eyes instead and focus on the grunts leaving his throat and not the lack of oxygen, so that this could go on for a bit longer. But as I did, he pushed himself almost all the way in, holding that position for a second and making me realize that I couldn't breathe like that at all.

"Look at me," Clay demanded, making my teary eyes flutter open and look up, "look who's fucking you to tears."

He groaned at the sight of two teary big dark eyes staring up at him while the mascara ran down my cheeks. It made him pull out, making me take in a sharp breath and start coughing from the cold air hitting my damaged throat.

I brought my hands to my face, wiping the corners of my lips and looking at him trying to stabilize his own breathing. I know I felt him twitch in my mouth when I swallowed around the length, and seeing him breathless like this made me sure that he had to restrict himself.

I giggled from the thought of lasting until he couldn't last anymore and playfully continued to wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb, still on my knees looking at him.

"Bratty little slut." He chuckled.

"Rail me." I licked my lips and stood up, turning around so that my ass would be on display for him when I stripped the last bits of clothing down.

"Oh I'm gonna split you in half, baby." His voice had gotten deeper from the scene of me standing there in matching underwear, waiting for him to take them off himself.

He rolled the condom down easily, jerking himself a few times to achieve the perfect fit. And once it was done, he walked towards me. Putting both hands on my ass, he spanked it sharply, making me moan softly from the pleasure shooting straight between my legs from the pain.

It wasn't long until he turned me around and smashed my body against the wall, pressing onto me from behind and placing open mouthed kisses across my shoulder.

I felt the head of his cock slide up and down my wetness, making sure to press against my clit every time.

"Beg for it." He rasped.

"Fuck me-" I whimpered, but then realized that what I said was more like demanding than begging, "Please."

I really thought he was going to tease me more, but we both waited for this moment for long enough already. He pushed in slowly, giving me a few seconds to adjust before pulling out almost completely and slamming back in.

How nice of him.

"God, so good." He groaned, lifting my leg up to improve the angle, which made me try to grasp against something, but all I could see was the wall.

He noticed my hand curling into a fist on the wall and offered his own hand as support, intertwining our fingers and pinning them against the wall.

His movements were coordinated and perfectly on spot, not failing to make me moan each time he pushed in and hit the sensitive mark. He started to go faster and faster each time, until it became impossible for me to hold back my cries of pleasure. He wasn't being quiet himself, letting me know how much he liked the feeling and how perfect I was for him.

His hand that was supporting my thigh up went up to my throat, wrapping around it and forcing my head back from the wall to his chest. His mouth attacked mine, swallowing my moans as he started to pound into me with an overwhelmingly fast pace and accuracy of hitting that one spot every time.

I couldn't even warn him that my legs were about to collapse from the numbing pleasure, but I think he guessed it from my pulsating walls. He pulled out to restrict himself once again, dropping his hand to my clit and rubbing it quickly to carry me through my high.

I was finally being loud, and it was driving him insane. I was just surprised at his self control, really.

As my cries died down, he detached his hand and used it to support my weight.

"Gonna let me fuck you so good your legs go all weak and wobbly, yeah?" Clay kissed the spot behind my ear which made more tingles run down my spine.

"You already did." I sniffled, trying to calm down from the lasting pleasure.

"One more for me."

He knew I wouldn't resist if he added the "for me" at the end. But I still couldn't stand properly on my legs so he had to carry me to the kitchen. And there was a countertop in there, one of the only pieces of the furniture left in the house.

Of course he's gonna bend me over the counter. I'm sure he thought of it the very first time he entered the kitchen.

And I wasn't complaining. As long as I don't have to use my own muscle strength for support, I'm down to whatever he wants to do with me.

Soon enough he had both of my wrists pinned down onto my own lower back, just above my tailbone, free hand groping my chest hungrily as he pushed in once again - this time with way less caution and mercy.

I squealed his name, curling my hands into a fist as he pressed my wrists harshly into my flesh, making my back arch.

"S-so fucking good." I mumbled out with a broken voice when he went back to the same pace he was keeping against the wall. But this time he was going even deeper from the angle.

His thrusts were extremely sloppy, he'd slide out of me from time to time and push right back in which just doubled the pleasure.

"Look at you, can’t keep my cock inside you, too wet for me." He pressed all the way in, detaching his hand from my breast to spank my ass harshly.

My walls squeezed once again from his words, causing him to slip out once again unironically. And that fed his ego way more. I heard him chuckle.

I felt the familiar pressure build inside of me again, legs daring to shut close when his palm landed on my already handprint-covered flesh. I yelped, trying to let him know.

"I'm gonna- f-fuck, I'm gon-" I was a mess.

Clay growled, leaning down to my body and going right for my neck, as he continued pounding into me. I used the opportunity of having my hands finally freed to grip his biceps as I my eyes rolled back and my breath shattered.

"Oh god-" he breathed out, as I felt his muscles flexing under my touch. I wasn't used to not feeling him fill me up, but I knew that he came right after I did.

He pulled out to avoid overstimulation cause my muscles were still spasming around him. And I lost my sight of him right as I rolled to my back and closed my eyes, hearing him discard the used rubber and run the water. At least there's a functioning shower in here.

Clay came back, grinning at the sight of me sprawled ontop of the countertop, chest heaving up and down, hips and wrists probably crimson red from his grip.

Leaning down to plant a kiss on my cheek, he held back a laugh seeing the stains of tears and mascara printed across my face.

"What?" And my broken voice only added to the scene, making him let go of a small laugh.

"Who's my little railed raccoon?"

And I'd slap him if I had enough energy. But all I could do was form a single sentence.

"Look at you being so proud of railing a raccoon."