George's pov
Clay opens the door with a towel wrapped low around his waist.
Revealing his v line slightly.
I can't help but stare as he walks over to his stuff and grabs deodorant.
He puts some on then looks at me.
"Your staring" he smirks, "what do you expect clay, I'm gay" I say, he laughs.
I sit up and put my book down, he stands infront of me, sexual tension growing in both of us.
I run my hand up his abs and around his neck.
I pull him down a little and he crashes our lips together in a rough kiss, I kiss back as I wrap my legs around his waist and he places his arms around my ass to keep me up.
He sits down on th bed with me on his lap.
He holds his arms on my waist and I pull away and kiss his neck, he tilts his head to the side and slips his arms under my hoodie.
I let him remove it and I kiss his lips again.
I adjust myself on his lap, his hitches and I feel his dick under neath me.
I pull away and look at him.
"You have full controll George, you don't have to finish this if you don't want to" he whispers, I'm also turned on though.
And I want it as bad as him.
"Clay, I want it too" I whisper and kiss him on the lips, "are you sure?" He whispers, I nod, "your not going to regret this after?" He asks, I gt off him, "just take off my fucking clothes" I whisper.
He smiles then removes my sweatpants and boxers.
He pulls me back on top of him and I kiss him as I remove the towel from his lap.
He turns as over so I'm lying down on the bed and he's hovering over me.
"You tell me to stop" he whispers kissing my lips softly.
I feel the tip of his dick push into my hole.
I let out a small moan, he covers my mouthwith his hand.
"You have to be quiet" he whispers, "otherwise we can't do this" he whispers kissing my neck roughly.
He pushes his dick in halfway.
I breath heavily as I hol in my moan, then he pulls nearly all the way out and slams into me.
I moan into his hand at the sudden pain, "George, quiet" he says.
"Why don't you have someone with a big dick fuck you" I snap at him, he smirks and kisses my forehead.
