Neon Moon

Ch. 4 Making A Move

Warning: light smut

Ps. I'm having so much fun writing this fic! I love Clyde so much!  I hope your enjoying as much as I am.

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After spending most of the night at the bar drinking, playing pool, getting to know Mellie, few of her friends, and most of all Clyde. You felt the most welcome you had ever felt in a new place. New friendships formed and relationships developed creating a new form of comfort for you. You had been to so many places only there for a moment, never leaving a mark, never making a home. Now here you are digging yourself a hole so deep hoping you never have to climb out.

Clyde and you stayed close the entire night stealing glances and sharing laughs. As you listened to Mellie's stories you felt a brush of broad shoulders against yours. As you aimed your pool shot you leaned into a strong gentle hand on your lower back instructing your moves. You would get completely lost every time he spoke.

Clyde was quiet for the most part. Which you didn't mind at all because so were you mostly until you felt comfortable. He seemed so smart, as he spoke he would get right to the point not leaving any room for misinterpretation. The lights bounced off his eyes so nicely that you felt like you blushed every time he looked at you.

Clyde couldn't get enough of you. You perfectly fit into the group dynamic. He didn't always hang out with a group of people, but having you there somehow calmed that anxiety. He found himself staying close by subtly watching every move you made. The way you would completely focus on the person speaking. The way you played with the straw in your drink making the ice circle the glass. Mostly he knew it was because of the way you reacted to his touch. Leaning in accepting it without acknowledging it like it was a little secret the two of you shared.

He watched you leave like the night before wishing you sweet dreams as you gifted him with that warm gorgeous smile. The ride home with Mellie was too long even though they only lived not even 10 minutes away. She dropped him off at his place and he hurried in. He was aching to relieve his built up pressure from the night. You were like this little country rose blossoming in the bright summer sun showing off every perfect little petal, leaf, and stem he couldn't stop admiring.

Clyde laid flat on his bed working on his belt to free himself. His hand immediately slips under his waistband pulling a dripping hardening cock out. He hisses at the contact feeling his length finally get some attention it's been begging for most of the night. Finding a rhythm moving his hand up and down he was picturing you walking around the bar humming some song to yourself. Continuing to work at himself the images change to you sitting on the bar top starting to slip your shirt off revealing your gorgeous curves you kept hidden away. "Shit", speeding up his metal hand grips the side of the bed. More and more conjured imaginative images of you flash behind closed eyes as his pleasure builds. Up and down up and down he swiftly brought himself to release with heavy breaths saying, "shit Darlin'." Warm spurts landed on his lower abdomen as he thought how much better it would have been to have you on top of him right now. Breasts bouncing and your glorious voice filling his ears. Cleaning himself up he threw his Seger shirt on, took his prosthetic arm off, and went to bed thinking of you.

Making your way back to your trailer. Walking through you start shedding your clothes, boots and jeans first feeling that alcohol sweat stick to you. Your skin was warm and tingling where Clyde had touched you. Those hands, those fingers, oh what could they do, you thought. The thought alone sends a pulse through your core. Heading to bed you flop on the mattress, thoughts spinning from the night. Clyde was so handsome, kind, and the way he said Darlin' made you wanna drop to your knees. Your hands start to move down your body remembering where he touched you. A rush of need washed over you as your hands moved across your lower stomach gently. Your fingers find their way under the waistband of your panties slipping your middle finger in between your folds feeling your wetness pooling. You imagined Clyde's long thick fingers moving against you, how his lips would feel against yours, or the way his facial hair might tickle making little ripples of pleasure move through you. This causes you to dip two fingers in and out in and out creating a rhythm. Shutting your eyes, all you see in your mind is Clyde. Curling your fingers as you go using the palm of your hand to rub into your excited clit. Your breathing picks up as you let out a couple soft moans reaching the edge. "Uhhh Clyde" was all you could get out as you brought yourself to pleasure by the thought of the bartender. Laying there for a moment you hoped that it would have been him to make you cum and not your hand.