𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧.

11 | make it up to me (s)

Contains mature scenes

Once the door was unlocked the two were tangled with each other, unaware of their surroundings or where they were heading, but somehow they found their way into the living room.

Their kiss was desperate and fast paced, until Clay pulls away with a smirk.

They were breathing heavily, their foreheads connected. Immediately going back into the kiss, except this time it was more passionate and rough.

Clay leaned down grabbing the back of Briarr's knees and swiftly pulling her up, so that her legs wrapped around his waist.

He moved her onto the sofa, neither of them daring to break the kiss.

"Is this your apology," Clay teases, saying each word between kisses, she whines in return.

They pull away from each other, Briarr now laid on the sofa with Clay on top of her.

"That wasn't much of an answer," He continues to tease, rubbing his hand gently on her waist.

She rolls her eyes "No, this isn't an apology. There." She states with attitude.

Clay moves his thumb to her chin, slightly rubbing it "Come on now, make it up to me baby." He orders with a grin on his face.

Her jaw tenses at his words and his touch, before she sits back up reaching for his lips "Just... Kiss me!"

He places a finger over her lips "Oh you're so eager," He mocks.

Clay moves closer to her, hot breath on her neck as he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and whispers "Do you want more?" Before he moves back to watch her eyes react.

Briarr chews on her lip, lost in thought "I... I think I do," She says almost uncertain.

Clay's brows furrow "You think? You don't sound so enthusiastic, we don't have to-" He rambles.

"-No, Clay, it's okay, I do want to." She assures.

"Are you sure?" He asks to be certain.

"Yes, I'm sure, positive." She says softly, smiling.

"Good," He whispers lowly leaning back into her lips, kissing her softly this time.

Slowly, he lays her back down as she was before and starts to move his kisses to her jaw. Then to her neck. And then to her chest.

His fingertips glide underneath her shirt and he looks up at her asking for approval, receiving a nod. Immediately he lifts her shirt off of her and his gaze shifts to her body.

Clay looks back up at her and grins, kissing her again. "So pretty," He sighs against her lips, gripping her waist.

Briarr's hand moves to the hem of his shirt and then moves underneath it, feeling up his abs, stomach and chest.

The two of them go back into a kiss, a messy kiss. Until a loud noise was heard coming from upstairs, it must have been Nick.

"Oh shit," Clay mutters, looking back at Briarr. He bites his lip lost in thought for a moment, before he peels himself off of Briarr and stands up.

"Get up," he demands.

Briarr stands up in front of him timidly, looking up at him. Clay smirks, looking up and down her body before swiftly grabbing her by the legs, throwing her over his shoulder - fireman style.

Briarr yelps and immediately grabs hold of him for support, Clay slightly leans down picking up her shirt from the sofa and he whacks her on the ass with it, earning another smaller yelp.