Is This True Love? (DNF)

Chapter 36: Under the Covers pt.2

Clay POV.
✨Smut warning✨

His hands continued to roughly tug at my hair, and I groaned at the feeling. “Please~” he begged when I cautiously moved my hand away. “Hurry up. I don’t need you to keep… fu~” He paused, panting while I pressed my fingers against his prostate, flaring his nerves. “Cla- please.” I did as he said, partially out of my own desperateness but also to quieten him down.

When I pulled my hand out of his quaking hole I wiped it on a tissue on my bedside table before pushing the beautiful brunette’s legs apart further. “Clay-” He begged again. I chuckled, finding him adorable. For a few moments I stopped to jack him off, providing a little more stimulation as he quickly pushed upwards into the sensation.

“Hurry up please!” He begged. “I wan… I want you fck-” He moved a hand to cover his mouth, tears pricking at his eyes. I hummed at him, smiling as I adjusted his legs so that I’d be able to push in easier. George continued to whine out, begging for my attention.

I hushed him, my clean hand moving up to cup his face. “You need to be quiet.” I reminded him. “As beautiful as those sounds are, I doubt Niki wants to hear it.” He blushed, and I continued to softly touch him. When he had fully quietened down I adjusted him again.

“Deep breath.” I murmured, to myself or him, then I pushed myself into him. He let out a light gasp which was cut off as I kissed him. I was gentle, not wanting to gratify the audience with a loud reaction, if they were watching. He gasped, since although I had stretched him it didn’t seem like I had done so enough.

“Cla-” He let out a drowned moan against my hand. My cock was hard as it pushed, stretching his walls and I guiltily admitted moaning out at the sensation myself. He was so fucking tight and his legs wrapped around my waist to pull me closer to him, pulling more stimulation for both of us as I brushed deeper.

I took a moment, allowing us both to adjust before beginning to slowly buck my hips against him. My cock dragged inside of him, already in the perfect position to brush against his prostate with every movement. He whimpered out against my hand, being unable to do anything other than clawing at my hair, tugging it roughly.

“You are so beautiful.” I reminded him, speeding up my movements. He let out a whine and I had to remind him again to be quiet. “Remember not to wake Niki.” My hand pushed back the head which was lifting itself to look at me. He allowed himself to be moved as I wished.

The moment his head was down I connected our lips, beginning to make out with George. It was sloppy, definitely, while focusing on both making out with him and with fucking him. He didn’t say anything, not that he could. After a final tug his hands fell away from my hair, going to try and clutch at the sheets.

Our lips pulled away from each other and we panted. A string of saliva connected our mouths which broke as my thrusts pushed the poor boy around on the bed. He moaned out again, and I silenced him with more kisses pressed around his mouth. My thrusts continued to speed up, with me pulling his legs further apart as I did.

George panted, tears pricking at his eyes and I began to chuckle. “Do you like that baby?” I asked him smugly. “Do I make you feel good?” Much better than Fundy, I bet. You should never have been with that prick who never cared about you.
“Yes Clay… fuckn god! Har-” He cut himself off with a moan. “Harder!”

Who was I to deny him? My mouth drifted to his neck and I bit down, right above his collarbone. “You’ll look so beautiful when you are marked up by me.” I chuckled again. His erect cock was pressing into me and leaking profoundly. It was hot and my hand drifted down to it, wrapping around his length and pumping in time with my own movement.

I continued to nip at his skin, moving down his body with his hands returning to my hair. “Ple- close.” He muttered, pushing my head down to assist in the stimulation with a series of bites. “Clay please.” He was getting vocal, much more vocal.
“Quiet, remember baby.” I spoke softly, and he managed to nod.

Without warning he released over both of us, painting us and the sheets a slightly off white. I felt his legs go stiff and his hole tighten. His face nuzzled into my hair, resting between the hands which continued to grip me as he shook from the orgasm. “Good baby.” I murmured, stopping for a moment so that he’d be able to calm down.

My lips traced over his bare body, sucking some marks as he continued to whine. “Clay.” He muttered. “Keep goin- please.” I kissed him again, despite him saying that he was ready I gave him a few moments to calm further before slowly beginning to thrust at him again. He was louder again, moaning and shifting at every bit of contact.

I was close to my release. My movements were sloppy as my leaking cock added a more slippery lubricant. To keep both of us from making noises we began making out again. George just allowed me to move as I wished, being too exhausted to do anything himself. It made everything sloppy, yet I still found it hot.

His body quivered as I released in him, with me groaning as I filled him up with my cum. “God, you feel good.” I shuddered, my hands moving to his face, leading a more gentle kiss as I allowed my orgasm to wear itself down.

His arms went to weakly wrap around my shoulders, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. I wasn’t sure if this was because he was tired or embarrassed but it was cute. I wasn’t in any rush to move, sure the stickiness was beginning to irk me but I was worn out and how many people got to say they fucked their celebrity crush.

Eventually the brunette grumbled. “Clay, can you move?” He lightly shoved at me, seeming to be back in reality after going limp and dazed after his release. “This bed is gross.”
“Yeah.” I smiled, my muscles straining as I sat myself up. “I’ll get some towels, and some water for both of us.” Before I could move though I was pulled back for another kiss, a passionate one.

“George?” I asked, breath hitching when he let go. “Don’t do that.”
“Why?” He smugly asked. “Will you have to fuck me again if I keep making out with you?”
“You’ll have to see another time.” I said, smiling at him. He smiled back at me before climbing up.

He was completely confident until he was out of the bed, almost as if he knew that he was being watched. The smile faltered and he glanced back over at me. I climbed up myself, grabbing the top sheet of the bed which was clean and I wrapped it around him.
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