Signed /Dream Team/

53.

❗SMUT WARNING❗

DO NOT READ IF MATURE THEMES MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE OR YOU ARE UNDERAGE.

This chapter doesn't contain anything that adds to the overall plot, feel free to skip

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Clay relocates my body effortlessly, immediately dropping his hands down to my ass as I straddle him. He gropes the flesh harshly, drawing a smirk to my face with satisfaction as I lean down for an eager kiss.

His tongue feels so good against mine, but my mind is telling me to explore his body more. I place kisses down from the corner of his mouth to his chin, his jaw, and stop at his neck, determined to focus on the skin there a bit more. I bet if I keep placing open-mouthed kisses, I'll eventually find a spot that makes him-

"Uh~"

-moan.

I wrap my lips around the sensitive skin and suck on it lightly, letting go when he buries his fingertips into my hips hard enough to make a visible indent.

"You're such a tease," his voice is low.

I roll my hips, taking in a breath from the friction his jean-covered crotch gives me, "Tell me about it."

"You'll do as I tell you though," he scoffs, raising a hand to my chin and capturing my jaw between his thumb and index finger.

I've said this once, and I'll say it again.

"Control freak."

Clay moves his thumb up to my bottom lip, pulls it down, and watches it bounce back to its place, "Tell me about it."

I gasp when my back gets slammed to the mattress and his body hovers over mine. Before I can complain, Clay shuts me up with his lips.

He wastes no time sliding his hands up my sweater and hooking his fingers under my bra. He pushes it up, followed by the sweater which he tucks under it, putting my chest on full display and breaking the kiss just to look at me.

"Such an eye candy, god," he takes a moment to observe the view, and the butterflies go crazy in my lower abdomen from his words.

He wastes no more time. I let go of a breathy moan when his hot tongue swipes over my sensitive nipple while his smooth fingers pinch the other one hard enough for my eyes to fall shut. In no time, his mouth explores every inch of my chest, leaving me a shuttering mess as he finally pulls away.

It's unbelievable how ready I am for him already, and when his hand travels down to my panties, I already know that his smirk is the result of the wet patch he felt there.

"Been such a slut for my fingers," if he keeps playing with my kinks, I'm eventually going to pass out, "now you're gonna take them till you can't anymore."

I giggle, licking my lips, "Forever is a long time, baby, you're gonna get hand cramps."

I move my hips up to get as much contact as possible, and he presses a few fingers to my clit over the thin fabric. And somehow that is too much contact, it makes my legs shut. Pretty ironic for someone who thought she could take this forever.