Steeling My Heart - DreamNotFound

Chapter 15

Hastily making our way into the house, the door is shut by my back being slammed against it. Immediately, calloused fingers run down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, until they take hold of my small wrists, pinning them slightly above my head against the door. I love the way Clay takes control, moving me with such ease.

"Is this okay?" A soft voice utters. The flat has yet to be lit by the flip of a switch and heavy pants are the only noise filling the void.

"Y-yes." I reply with shaky breaths in response.. Chaste kisses are brought to my lips, finally, and a familiar tongue presses against my lips, begging for entry. I give in without hesitation, allowing the intrusion to explore my mouth.

My arms that remain above my head are brought together in one grasp allowing Clay's other to explore. His hand slips down my arm, knuckles brushing my cheek, palm momentarily grasping my neck before it continues down and I whimper at the touch. I feel the blond grin against my lips with satisfaction at the sound he caused before continuing to shove his tongue down my throat with vigor. He runs hands down my side and finally lands at my hip, tightening his grip.

Clay presses his body, chest to knee, flush against mine, never breaking our lips and squishing me between him and the cold door, which sends a small shiver down my spine. With the drop of my wrists, I let my hands fall to his shoulders, threading the fingers through his soft, curly hair. He moves his now free hand to my other hip, gripping just as hard as the other one, sure to leave bruises.

"Is this what you wanted, Georgie?" Clay taunts in an antagonizing, deep voice in between kisses. I feel my dick twitch in my boxers and I moan in response with a nod and kiss him harder. When he talks to me like that, it makes my legs feel like jelly.

Those same hands move slightly down to the back of my thighs, lifting me from the ground. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him as Clay carries us through the house. Begging for friction, I move my hips up slightly and then grind back down against his growing bulge, Clay letting out a groan at the contact. "Jesus, what are you doing to me?" Using his back to push open the door, he spins us, throwing me on his bed.

He soon follows, hovering over me with a hungry gaze. Green eyes pour into mine as I grasp for his hoodie and pull him down against me, lifting my hips in desperation. "Are you sure you're ready, George?" With heavy breaths, I nod quickly.

"Y-yes, Clay, please." He supports himself with his knees, pulling out of my grip to tug off his hoodie and under shirt, exposing his toned abs and broad shoulders that lie underneath. A proud smirk makes its way onto the man hovering over me when he sees my eyes rake down his body and back up, landing on his all too kissable lips.

Warmth runs from my knees, up my thighs, and under my shirt provided by Clay's hands, pulling my hoodie over my head. "You're so beautiful George." A prominent blush interrupts the pale skin of my cheeks and I squirm under his studying gaze.

"Stop talking." Abruptly pulling his face down, I set my lips on his collarbone, mimicking my tongue movements from when we were in the car. A large hand slid up to my neck, gripping tightly, and pushing back down.

"Sassy," The blond on top of me giggled and then smirked, "I like it." Possessive, wet lips connected with my collarbone, quickly making their way down, only staying in one spot long enough to leave marks. Lips move down my neck, across my chest, and over my stomach, spit and bruises are left, claiming what is theirs to take.

Hesitant fingers stop at the button on my jeans. Green eyes look up for my approval. "Please, Clay." I beg in a small voice.

"Please, what?" He taunts, slowly unbuttoning, leaving red to color my face. I don't want to say it, but it's worth it.

"Please," my eyes squeeze together, "touch me." My dick has been throbbing for too long. I need him. Thankfully, Clay does as he is asked. Slow, steady fingers unzip my fly. They slide under my waistband and tug down my jeans and boxers, discarding them to the floor.

"Touch you, where? Here?" He is messing with me. His grip moves over to my thighs squeezing in circles with a taunting smile plastered on his face. "Is this how you want me to touch you?" He peers up at me with fake innocence.

"Clay please, just make me cum." I beg, bending my knees and lifting my ass off the mattress with the press of my feet onto the sheets. He pushes me back down, but my knees remain bent.

"Don't worry baby, I'm getting to that." With his head between my thighs and hair tickling them, he slides his arms underneath. My legs are locked between his biceps, holding me inplace.  A jolt goes through my body when he licks a strip from the tip of my dick to the base, eliciting a moan that escapes my lips.

    "Please don't tease." I plead to the taller. He nods and puts the tip of my dick in his mouth. My hips involuntarily thrusts up, but he holds me still.

    "Don't move." He pulls off and glares at me.

    I whimper at the loss of warmth and stimulation. "Sorry." My voice is small and desperate. A warm, wet tongue pulls my member back into his mouth, this time taking more of me. I throw my head back at the relief of my dick being touched and try my best not to move my hips as soft moans escape my mouth.

    He works his tongue against the bottom of my shaft, bobbing his head too slowly, and sucking. I run my fingers through his hair and tug on them, eager to find something to grip. "Faster please."

    He speeds up slightly and takes all of me now. "Ahh~C-Clay." I moan. Feeling the knot in my stomach beginning to form, "C-close." I say as my legs shake and quiver, trying my best to speak. His mouth slides off with a pop and I cry at the loss. "W-why'd you stop?"

"You're not cumming yet, George. I haven't fucked you."