My bones ache and I hear them crack as I lift my head off the cold leather seat. Pain shoots up and down my arms and I groan in protest as the bright sun blinds me. Stretching out my arms, I yelp and flinch as my cold hands touch the freezing window.

I slowly come to and gasp as I remember how my phone had been blowing up last night. Fumbling for my phone, I curse under my breath when it refuses to turn on from loss of battery life.

Eyes widening, I scroll through the hundreds of texts and notifications blowing up my phone.

"What the fuck?" I say to myself, hurriedly opening my phone and sitting upright in the car seat. A knot forms in my throat and the familiar feeling of my stomach sinking rises as I open the messages.

It contains a picture of my car from two nights ago, someone had zoomed in on my window from far away.

In the picture, I am sitting in Clay's lap, and I am straddling him with my legs and kissing him passionately. We were both shirtless, and our faces are clearly outlined so there was no mistaking who we are. The Snapchat caption read "Jensen finally getting some lmaooo." It has been reposted and circulated by so many other accounts that I have to zoom in to see the original image.

"Fuck!" I scream into the silent morning with my fists clenched, fighting back tears and smacking my head against the front wheel with a deep groan.

Determined not to cry again, I swallow the knot in my throat and throw the car into drive, slamming the gas with my foot and tearing down the road.

I don't know how to feel, but I know I have never felt so utterly exposed. I feel even more exposed than the night at the Clubhouse, than the day I listened to those tapes.

The boys are gonna kill him. I think, panic rising in my throat. Clay's dead. Bryce is just going to take him away from me, like everything else in my life. He took Jeff, my big brother, who I loved more than anyone else in the world. He took my innocence and privacy when he left me, naked in the cold. Now, he was going to take the only boy who I've ever loved this way.

My car flies into the driveway as I arrive at Clay's house, not caring about the time. The sun was still barely in the sky, so I guess it would be very early in the morning. I stop myself only seconds away from the front door with my fist ready to knock in midair.

I don't want this to be my first impression on his parents. I have to get in somehow.

My eyes dart around as I look for a way in, knowing that I have to see him.

Shoving my phone into my pocket, I leap onto the porch railing and latch my hands onto a handle on the roof, swinging my body until I get momentum to pull myself up to the second floor. I carefully shift my weight onto my left foot, terrified of dropping off the side of the roof.

I reach his window and wiggle my fingers under the pane, groaning as I throw it open, wincing as a loud crack sounds from the old frame of window.

Gritting my teeth in concentration, I slide slowly into his room and land gently on my feet.

I take my environment into account and giggle at the nerdy science posters. Various toys and gadgets litter the corners of the room, and I roll my eyes at the sheer nerdiness of it all.

My eyes settle on a sleeping Clay, wrapped in a fetal position around his pillow. His hoodie sleeves, which are too big for him, wrap over his hands with his face tucked into the soft cuff of the neck. He looks so peaceful that I almost feel bad for breaking into his room, but then I remember why I came and rush to the side of his bed.

"Wake up!" I whisper harshly, tapping him on the shoulder.

Clay's eyes flutter open slightly so only the tiniest bit of his blue eyes show. He yawns and turns over to face me, still half-asleep.

"What the shit!" He yelps and his voice cracks wildly as he finally notices me, sitting on his bed.

His eyes fly wide open and he launches himself off his bed in shock. He flies off the covers, airborne for a few moments before landing on the floor with a thud and a surprisingly high-pitched squeak of pain.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," I say through my giggles as I hold a hand over my mouth, trying to contain my laugh as Clay jerks his head at me with an unmasked face of terror.

I stifle my laugh with his blanket and hang over the side of the bed with a wide smile on my face.

"What time is it?" He breathes, reaching an arm out from the floor to his dresser, grabbing his alarm clock and glancing at it before turning to me. "Ellie, it's 4:30 in the morning."

"You're so pretty," I say lovingly, kissing the top of his head and bounce my knees on his bed like a little kid.

"Thank you, so are you." Clay smiles, rubbing the side of his head and lifting himself off the ground and back into his bed.

He hops onto his mattress, clearly overly excited at the sight of a girl in his bed, just as any teenage boy would be.

"So why are you here?" Clay asks.

The phone, with texts and Snapchats still flooding in, burns in my pocket with the reason I am truly there.

I blush, wrapping his duvet around my cold body and push my head into his chest. Clay's eyes are bright with happiness, and I can't force myself to tell him the truth, I don't want to ruin this moment.

"I just wanted to see you," I lie through my teeth, stretching my arms into the air and falling onto him.

He laughs wholeheartedly and wraps his strong arms around me, bringing me with him into the warm blankets. He places soft kisses down my jawline and sighs, his body relaxing, squeezing my hand gently.

I turn to face him and close my arms around his neck, pushing my face into his chest as his chin rests on the top of my head. My eyes involuntarily close as warmth surrounds all of me.

Fogginess fills my brain as a cold feeling travels over my body. It takes a few seconds for my tired brain to adjust to my surroundings. The space that Clay was just filling is now empty, and the blanket is turned upwards so my legs are exposed to the cold.

I look around and see him in the corner, his face scrunched as he looks down at his phone. He's still in his pajamas; a tight black t-shirt and those light grey Nike sweatpants that drive me crazy.

Clay glances up from his phone and sees me, waking myself slowly. "You're up," he says to me, softly but punctually.

"I'm up!" I giggle, stretching out across his bed and pat the empty space beside me with my hand. "Come back." I draw out my words and look into his eyes as I give him a purposely enticing smile.

"Babe, you know I would," he glances nervously at the door, "but my mom just got home from work."

My eyes dart to the window and my head tilts in confusion as I see the sky much darker than it had been before I fell asleep.

"What time is it?" I ask, sitting up as the sleepiness gradually leaves my body.

"It's 6:00 at night, you've been sleeping for over 13 hours. We missed school," Clay states, walking over and sitting beside me on the bed.

I lay my head back down onto his lap as he plays gently with my long, ginger hair.

"Your hair is so pretty. The color is like really bright strawberries, or like the Weasley's," he says after some time passes, his voice distant and floaty.

"Seriously, Clay? Like from Harry Potter?" I scoff, but I'm secretly pleased for the reference. The entire series had been my childhood obsession since I was merely seven years old, the first book I ever read.

He laughs softly as he twirls a single strand of my hair around his finger. "Yes, like Harry Potter. Is there something wrong with that?"

"No!" I giggle. "Dude, I've loved those books since I was seven. What house are you?"

"I'm definitely Ravenclaw," he responds confidently and I roll my eyes at him.

"You are not a Ravenclaw! You are so obviously a Hufflepuff."

I roll over onto my back to look into his piercing blue eyes, which are bright with a goofy smile.

"Clay, if you were a true Harry Potter nerd then you would know that Hufflepuff is the house of loyalty and justice. You are such a stereotypical Hufflepuff," I continue, my voice low and sleepy, and I fight back yawns.

"Fine then, what house are you?" He leans back to look more clearly at me.

Yawning, I stretch my arm out around his shoulder as I nestle deeper into his chest. "Gryffindor. I can be totally brave," I reply automatically.

"Oh, and I'm the fake fan? Everyone says they're a Gryffindor cause it's Harry's house!" His blue eyes are sparkling with joy, and a warm feeling fills my chest as he meets my deep brown eyes.

"Shut up!" I giggle, sitting up and examining him.

Clay's muscles ripple through the tight fabric of his t-shirt. His lips are parted in a crooked smile, with his tongue pressed against the roof of his moth. He rests his hand on his neck, unintentionally showing off his surprisingly sharp jawline and shoulders.

A sudden feeling of want overcomes my entire body and I take a deep breath to cool myself down.

You still haven't shown him the photo, and now you're just gonna whore around and never tell him. What would Jeff think? Or your parents? I think to myself as I shamefully bite my lip.

"If I wasn't a Gryffindor, would I do this?" I fight against my initial shame and listen to the way my body feels, smiling as I tune into my emotions.

I throw myself into his parted lips, taking complete control of a rough but deep kiss. Pushing past the feeling of guilt, I smile as I hear him gasp.

He pushes his hands into the bed, not sure what to do with them as I lay mine on his chest, trailing them up and down his body. I let my tongue travel into his mouth, exploring him as he grow harder beneath my quiet hands as I slowly reach his belt.

"Ellie. My parents are downstairs," Clay says softly as he pulls away, breathless. I quickly retract my hands away from his waistline as my face burns red with embarrassment.

My face hardens with resolution. I will not let myself get embarrassed, I have every right to do everything that I am doing now.

"I'll just make sure to be extra quiet then," I whisper into his ear, feeling him shudder under me. Defiance courses through my veins as a familiar heartbeat pounds in my stomach.

Clay's piercing blue eyes scan mine and I hold the eye contact, fighting against the immediate reaction to look away. My hands travel up his long neck and pull at his hair, bringing his face up to meet my lips easier. His strong hands flip me over onto my back, regaining control.

I smile as hot lust pours into my chest, enjoying the control Clay has over me.

This is so fucked up. I have to show him the pictures. I have to-

A gasp escapes my lips and cuts off my thoughts as he bites lightly at my neck. The sound of my gasp causes Clay to jump slightly, his hand shooting down towards me.

Surprising sparks of excitement course down my body as Clay suddenly covers my mouth with his hand, silencing my gasps.

It can wait. I think to myself.

"Shhh, I don't want my parents to hear," his lips graze my ear as he whispers softly.

"Do that power shit more often," I say quietly, almost panting with need as he removes his hand from my face. I'm surprising both myself and Clay, and he looks at me with a mix of panic and interest.

"I don't want to hurt you," he says, locking eye contact with me before flickering down to my lips.

"I like it," I hear myself say, and try my best to conceal my excitement as he smiles, biting his lip and broadening his shoulders in silent pride.

I gently nudge against him and he willingly falls onto his back, letting me take back the power. Blindly removing his jeans, I kick off my own as he pulls my hoodie off. We both sit in our underwear, and I waste no time as I pull his boxers down, revealing his already hard cock.

I hadn't seen it up close before, since everything had happened so fast that first night we were together. He was much bigger than most would have expected, being at the very least seven inches. I have always known that it was always the quiet boys who were best endowed.

Clay looks at my face, nervousness dancing around his eyes. "You're huge," I say, pushing past my usual boundaries to break the tension.

"Thank you," he laughs, but it is high-pitched and fast with anxiety.

I look up to see him peering down at me, looking scared shitless. "You okay?" I ask worriedly. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"No, no, not in the slightest. I've just never had this happen to me before," his face is pink and flustered, a bead of sweat falling from his temple.

"Really, Clay? You've never even had a blowjob before?" I keep my voice low, quickly remembering the situation as the voices of his parents travel up from downstairs.

I smile as I wrap a hand around him, shivering beneath my touch. Clay shakes his head no, and I hide my blush as I move my hand slowly up his cock.

"N- never," he says, his shyness making his voice high and shaky. I contain my smile and try to make my face look all mysterious, I know it drives him crazy.

"First time for everything," I whisper, retracting my head down and under the covers.

I bring my mouth down to just the tip of his dick, wrapping my soft pink lips around him. My head bobs up and down as he takes his hands off the sheets and tangles them in my long red hair. I thank God for my genetics for leaving me without a gag reflex as he gently presses my head all the way down his cock. My tongue trails up his length and his legs tremble. Teasing him gently, I pull away from him and he clenches his fists on the sheets, biting his lip to keep his mouth shut.

"Please, Ellie, I'm so close," he whimpers in agony, and I move my eyes up to see his cheeks flushed and bright red, his lips parted with his head back.

I answer his wishes as I push deeper into him, and I feel him in the back of my throat. "Fuck!" He breathes out harshly as he comes to his climax, and the hot, bitter liquid falls into my stomach. Clay's entire body is relaxed, but the heat in my chest has only grown.

Fast footsteps pound up the stairs, and I gasp as I remember his parents are still downstairs. I freeze with fright, panic rising to my throat as I sit in my underwear with Clay sitting naked just in front of me.

"Clay," my voice is sharp and panicky, my eyes wide with fear.

"Get under," he whispers hoarsely, grabbing the edge of the blankets and throwing them around me. I flatten myself out underneath them and holding my breath as the steps grow louder and closer.

Clay's hand wraps around my mouth again as I hear the sound of a door slamming open.

"Honey, what happened?" His mom's voice sounds concerned as I try my hardest to stay completely still.

"Wh- what do you mean?" Clay forces his voice to sound calm.

"I thought I heard you yell. Did you hurt yourself somehow?" There's a pause. I assume she's looking around the room as he tenses beside me.

"Nope. I'm all good," he says nonchalantly. His hand travels to meet with my neck, curling around it. Hot flashes of lust shoot down my chest and I fight the urge to push out of the blankets and fuck him.

"Okay, I'll just go then," she sounds suspicious, her voice low and drawn out. "Dinner's on the counter if you want it."

There's a space of time where no one moves or says a word until her footsteps start to retreat back down the stairs.

I wait a few seconds before peeking back out of the blanket, and his eyes meet mine with a fire I have never seen in him, and I'm unable to tell what emotion they're conveying.

"I get it if you want me to leave," the beginnings of anxiety fill my chest, thinking he would be disgusted with me and our situation.

My thoughts instantly quell as his fingers touch the bottom of my jaw, lifting it up to kiss me softly. "Oh no, you're not done yet," his voice is quiet, but it's filled with deep passion and hunger. "Tell me you need me."

"I need you, Clay," I whisper obediently.

Crawling back up to his face, I kiss him deeply as his hands find my waist again. This is a signature move of his, drawing me close to him with his strong fingers gripping at the soft skin around my hips.

I want inside me again, to wrap my hands around his shoulders and have that feeling of a hot ecstasy pooling in my stomach.

Clay almost seems to read my mind as he digs into my skin, flipping me onto my stomach and pushing a hand into the center of my back, bending me down so I'm lifted into the space between us.

He traces a line down my spine until he finds my soft hips, and he bends to kiss my neck as he slowly enters me from behind.

Electricity flies deep in my stomach as he grabs my hair, and pulls it so my back arches up into him, yanking me as he thrusts hard inside me.

"Oh my god," I gasp, my voice louder than I intend it to be, forgetting the rules from before.

"I said be quiet," he growls as he grabs at my hair and pulls for balance, his soft lips reaching my neck.

I follow his orders and stay silent, shocked to see that I like the new powerful side of him. The fast heartbeat starts throbbing even stronger as he slams into me, faster and somehow better than before.

He's confident now, caught up in the moment and finally letting himself use all of his strength with me. Clay's hands grip and tug at my skin, and I bite my tongue to hold back my moans as he hammers even harder into me, hitting my g-spot with every thrust.

A new fire, which I have never felt before, blazes in my heart as he fills every inch of me. I've had sex before, I've even had rougher sex than this, but never with this level of passion. A burning fire seems to surround us, heightening the ecstasy of feeling him inside me.

I grip the sheets as his rhythm becomes sloppier, signaling that he was getting close. An aching knot in my stomach says the same as I feel myself at the edge.

"Ellie," he whispers softly in my ear as I reach my high. His hands grip tighter at my hips, bound to leave bruises in the morning. The knot in my stomach finally unfurls and my back arches to him, my mouth stuck in the "O" shape as I struggle to stay silent. He pulls out at the very last second, letting go of my hair and wrapping his arms around me. I fall onto my back as he crashes next to me.

I cross my legs as I climb under the covers to stop the liquid from reaching my heat. A smile spreads across my face from ear to ear, and I kiss his forehead as an identical smile fills his face.

Clay lays down next to me, and I instinctively push my back into his arms, resting my head on his fluffy Star Wars pillows. Turning to kiss him gently on the cheek, I smile to see he's already asleep.

"Goodnight, Clay," I whisper as I plant a soft kiss on the space between his eyebrows, letting my thoughts fill my brain as the warm blankets cover my exposed body.