Y O U R H O T L I N E

❁pathetic❁

(a/n: little reminder they aren't dating. also if you hadn't caught on they both are switches but sylvia likes to dom more.)

When they got back home Sylvia immediately went to his room and plopped down on the bed. Her room didn't have a tv and she wanted to watch Adventure Time with Clay. After a while of shuffling in the other room, he came in. He still was shirtless due to the sand. 

"Hey, pretty boy~" She rang.

He chuckled and laid on his back between her legs. She was surprised by the move but not upset. She put her thighs around his neck and he rested his head on her lower tummy. After she casted the show on the tv she threaded her fingers through his hair.

"Maybe we don't watch anything tonight? Wanna just talk?" He asked gripping onto her thighs, rubbing circles into her skin.

"I wouldn't be opposed."

She turned the tv off and he scooted up to spoon her. She played music instead just so it wasn't so quiet. As Sylvia talked for a bit about really nothing she felt something poke her, she knew exactly what it was. She smirked but continued talking. She just barely arched her back so her ass would rub. He took a quick big breath through his nose and a shaky breath out.

The song Everywhere I Go started playing.

"Are you alright?" She faked innocence.

"Yeah-ah!"

She had done it again but this time pressed just a bit harder. Right then and there she decided to toy with him, to make his mind melt. She moved her hand down so she could "scratch her thigh" but brushed her hands over his boner. He made a little gasp at the contact.

She teased, "My leg is sooooo itchy."

Sylvia moved her hand up and down every time softly grazing against the tent in his pants. Clay caught her wrist and stopped her from rubbing, so she pouted and crossed her arms. She inched just a tiny bit closer to punish him. 

"Ah-ha-ha fuck." He moaned while looking down at his pants. 

Sylvia looked back to see why he moaned, he had already came with barely even being touched. She barely stifled a laugh which created more of a snort but in her throat. She held a hand over her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing, humiliating him.

"It's not fucking funny. Why are you laughing!" Clay whined looking back at her.

Sylvia grinned but gave no answer, instead she moved so she was on her stomach with her head on his abdomen. His eyes were wide and looked embarrassed. How cute. 

"You are a pathetic pervert you know that? Can't even cuddle me without cumming. Don't you agree?"

When I start drinking, my dick does all my thinking. Hoes want to be seen with me, and I like their big, fake titties. D-cups with extra filling, take it out, let me lick it quickly. Calm down, it's just a hickey. I'll blame it on this whiskey sipping, gets me tipsy!

Clay stared blankly, but inside his emotions were going crazy.

Sylvia repeated, "I said don't you agree."

He nodded and waited for her to say something again.

She taunted, "Say that your a pathetic perv then maybe I'll do something about it."

He gulped and looked at his pants then back at her. He was beyond embarrassed yet flustered.

"I'm a pathetic perv."

She pouted at him, feeling more condescending than sympathetic. Clay felt so attracted to her degradation, it made his toes curl and his face heat up. She lifted up and sat kinda like a mermaid -- when they lay on their side but the top half is rested up and leaning on their hand. Sylvia used her free hand and pulled down his shorts. The load he busted was everywhere and was all over his dick. 

I wanna see your booty rubbing against my dick when I start buzzing.

"You did so much over nothing? That's so pitiful... Makes me think you won't last a second if I do something."

She watched as his dick hardened again and sprung up. Sylvia moved her hand to just lightly touch the shaft. Clay winced at the warmness of her hands. She let go and strings of cum dirtied her hand. Clay's dick twitched needy for touch. His stomach twisted with a lust for her, he couldn't stand this anymore.

"You said you would help me out if I said that." He complained.

"Yeah?"

She gripped his shaft again and moved between his legs so she could use both of her hands. She pumped with one hand and the other was swirling around the tip. She rubbed his only prominent vein to make him freak out.

"Holy shit-ah-uh!" He whimpered into his arm, the only shield he had to help hide his embarrassment.

He bit down on his own bicep to hold back from the cries that would leave his mouth. She stopped pumping, she stopped swirling.

She demanded, "Move your arm, I want to hear."

"You're embarrassing me!"

"Oh am I? Well get over it and move your fucking arm before I give you something to cry about."

He slowly moved his arm and gave it something else to do, which was gripping the sheets. She started up again, but because it had been just a moment from the last time she was moving he came almost instantly. A string of whimpers and curses left his mouth. This was really turning on Sylvia. She licked up his cum and swallowed it.

"It's my turn perv." She said while taking her skirt off.

He grinned knowing that he would sort of have control now. But before he could do anything she shuffled over to his face and stood on her knees over his head. She winked at him and sat down lightly on his face.

He hummed sending vibrations into her, she moaned and shut her eyes tightly. Clay's tongue swiped up and down exploring. Then he hit Sylvias clit and she sat further down. So he did it again. She tensed her thighs around his head but not hard enough to hurt him.

Clay moved away from the clit and stuck his tongue in her slit, curling in it. Sylvia moaned again more high-pitched and arched her back to flatten on his face so he could go further. But he pulled his tongue out and stuck to fingers in. 

"You little fucker, ahh, who said you could use your fing-UH!"

He curled them hitting her g-spot while sucking and licking her clit. Sylvia was in bliss, shaking and twitching trying to last longer than him. When she figured she did she didn't hold back. At last, the butterflies in her stomach exited on Clay's fingers and tongue. She popped off of his head, strings of spit attached the two of them still. Sylvia rested her ass on his chest.

"You did good, I'll give you that." She praised him.

He took a well-needed breath and relaxed. She rolled over to get off the bed to clean up.

||||❧AUTHORS NOTE☙||||

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