Welcome to Stonebrook

Twenty Seven

~Lor~

Water trickled down onto my skin from the shower head. The heat was helping the sick feeling from the hangover but I still didn't feel great. I'd jumped out of bed at lord knows what time to be sick in the toilet and I don't know why Clay stuck around after that, let alone came in to hold my hair back whilst my body shifted any form of anything out of my stomach. I don't usually get sick with hangovers but honestly, I drunk so much shit last night I don't normally either. Tequila never tasted particularly great but I think it was the final few Whiskey shots that were giving me my current migraine. I really should take this as a learning curve. 

Immediately after the first round of me having my head in the toilet, I brushed my teeth, took my pill and some Advil and it has 100% eased the headache. The shower is just about making it manageable as the liter of water Clay made me drink starts to rehydrate me. 

"You feeling better?" Clay's arms rub up and down my arms. His chest pushed up against my back whilst the room continued to fill with steam. 

"Mhm." I lay my head back on him. "Thank you for looking after me." 

"That's what I'm here for." 

"I really shouldn't have drunk that much last night." 

"You're allowed to go out and enjoy yourself Lor. The hangover and everything else is just the consequences we get for it." He's too sweet I'm sure he's gonna give me a cavity. I turned around to face him slowly, pushing up onto my toes to press a nice clean kiss to his lips. 

"I love you." Clay's hand pushes on my lower back, forcing me into him. That classic Clay smile gracing my lips as his cock hardens against my stomach. 

"Behave yourself." 

"What! I'm not doing anything." 

"I can see that naughty-" I wrapped my hand around his dick slowly, smirking as I got down onto my knees. "Lorelai." 

"You said no sex today because of my head. At no point did you say I couldn't give you head." Clay gave me an exhausted huff as he pulled my hair out of my face. I hadn't done this before for him but I had to show how how glad I was he didn't run off in the middle of the night again. "Are you gonna stop me Clay?" I pressed a gentle kiss to his tip and I swear his legs wobbled like Jello. 

"You're such a pain in the ass Lor." I smirked, slowly licking up his length and looking up at him through my eyelashes. 

"I don't think I can take it all." 

"Oh I think you can." Clay pulled his thumb on my bottom lip. "Open that mouth for me baby." I obliged, flattening my tongue with a proud smile. Clay pushed himself into my mouth, his eyes rolling back as I took back control. "Fucking hell. God, look at you." I took him as deep as I could manage, looking up at him in a way that makes all men spontaneously combust. "Jesus Lor. You're so fucking hot." I hummed against him, bobbing my head quickly. "Shit. It's too good. Stand up. Let me-" I pulled him from my mouth, pumping up and down him slowly with my hand. 

"No." 

"Lor- please I need-" I shook my head and put him back in my mouth to cut him off. "Shiiitt." 

I lifted one of his hands to the back of my head, deciding I'd let him fuck my mouth if he needed the control that badly but my hips were still aching from last night and he deserved to be thanked properly. 

"Are you asking me to-" I nodded, loosening my jaw and opening wider. "God you're a fucking angel I swear to fuck. Tap my thighs if you need me to stop." I nod again, agreeing to his terms and letting him fuck my mouth how he likes. "So fucking good at taking this cock Lorelai. I wonder if you'll be as good with me in your ass." My eyes water the more brutal he is and I can see him picturing all the things he wants to do to me. "You'd like that wouldn't you? You'd like it if I shoved my cock into that perfect little ass." I hummed at him and he shoved himself deeper into me until I gagged, pulling out so I could breathe before I opened my mouth again. "Such a good fucking whore for me Lorelai. Are you gonna swallow my cum baby?" I groaned at him, nodding at the prospect of it. I love this. Knowing how turned on I was making him, how much he needed me to get this. A sense of pride swelled in my chest. "Fuck. I'm so- so close." I pressed my tongue up against his dick, digging my nails into his thighs until he came undone. 

Clay twitched in my mouth, covering my tongue in the thick, salty substance. 

"Show me Lor." I opened my mouth, smiling brightly up at him. "Swallow it." I love taking his instructions. I closed my mouth, doing as I was told and opening again to show him I'd completed the task. Clay just shook his head, helping me up to my feet and kissing my lips quickly. "You are going to be the death of me Lorelai." 

"Pretty good way to die though right?" 

"With your lips wrapped around my dick? Possibly the only acceptable way. Now turn around so I can wash your hair like I was supposed to be doing." 

"I can-" 

"It wasn't a question. Be a good girl and do as your told before I have to punish you." 

"Mmm. What kind of punishment are we talking?" 

"I'll sit you down and make you tell me all of your thoughts." He smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. "Or I could make you tell me all your secrets." 

"You're playing dirty now." 

"So pass me the shampoo." I chuckle at him but let him to do it. 

Step by step Clay helps me shower. He scrubs my scalp, massaging the shampoo into my head until my every worry disintegrates and disappears down the shower drain. He laters my soap onto my loofa and washes every inch of my body so gently, conditions my hair and when we're done, he gets out first, wraps us both in towels and helps me dry off. I turn to my closet, trying to find something cute to wear that's comfy and I land on a sweater and short shorts, figuring we probably won't be leaving the sofa and especially not the house today. 

"Shit." Clay mutters from across the room and I turn to see him looking at his phone. 

"What's up?" 

"Libby is having a meltdown at my mom's." 

"Oh no, is she okay?" Clay drops his phone onto my bed and starts to get dressed into the spare clothes that he keeps in the spare drawer at the far side of my room. 

"It's literally over going to the library." I couldn't help but smile. "Don't look like that." 

"Let her go to the library." 

"She's got enough books." 

"No such thing." 

"You literally don't have enough shelves for your books Lor." 

"I know." He shakes his head at me but I can see the fact he's hiding a smile. "Put it this way, would you rather her have an obsession with books or makeup and boys?" That earned me a glare. "She's getting to that age babe." 

"No boys." I laughed at him and he practically dived across the room at me. "No boys. No makeup. She's got a bookshelf full of books." 

"Has she read them all?" 

"Yes. Of cour-" 

"Then she won't want to read them again and she needs more." 

"Why can't she just reread-" I raised my eyebrows at him and he sighed, turning to a laugh. "You're right." 

"I didn't say anything." 

"No, you didn't need to." He kissed me again. "I'm sorry-" 

"Don't be. Go take her to the library. That's an order." 

"You're giving out orders now?" 

"If you want me on my knees again then yeah." Clay rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll see you later this week." 

"I'll probably be back later. Make sure you eat." The very thought of eating made the nausea come back in. Clay kissed my cheek again and dashed out the room. "AND DRINK WATER." He called behind him, still running out the house. The front door slammed shut behind him and the bang went straight to my brain, sending a sharp sting of pain that was almost unbearable and had me running to the bathroom to put my head in the toilet for the 3rd time today. 

Maybe I should just crawl back into bed and go back to sleep. Write today off as a hangover recovery day.