Where the Sun Sets

Twelve

SMUT! Also, I added Claire to the Cast Chapter if you wanna go take a peak at her she's a baddie x10

I didn't even know this was Claire's house. I quickly found out when she pushed me into her room. 

Her hands were on my waist, pressing me against the cool door. She giggled as she fiddled with my jacket. She's just as drunk as me. 

How does this keep happening?

I smile at her, kissing her gently. I took that moment to push her back, laying her on her bed.

She's completely vulnerable, staring up at me with those big brown eyes. Her heart is racing, I can feel it. Her hair is messy, her face flushed and she's breathing hard. She bites her lip nervously, her hands on my shoulders.

I smile widely, dipping my head lower to pepper kisses against her soft neck.

She tilts her head to the side, giving me more access. Her hands dig into my hair, yanking on it in the rightest way. "Natalie..." She says my name in a breathy tone, making my skin crawl.

Quickly, I pull away. I have a stupid grin on my face, looking down at Claire. "Hmm?"

Her eyes open and she looks at me with a look of desperation and lust. Her grip on my waist tightens.

"What do you need, Claire?" I brush her curly hair out of her face, looking down at her. I feel how much I want her, my body pulled towards her like a fucking magnet.

She's struggling to form words, her lips parted just slightly. Her hands move from my hips to my waist and she pulls me up a bit. "You.. I need you." She says quietly, still looking up at me with those big brown eyes.

I nod quickly, my mind clouded by the alcohol and weed and... lust. I'm smiling widely as I pull her shirt over her head. She's more perfect than I ever let myself imagine. Claire is... fuck. She's Claire. "Claire..."

Her cheeks turn a deep red again as I pull her shirt off, revealing her bare torso. She's quick to reach up and pull me down to her, pressing her lips against mine again.

Slowly, I kissed my way down her body. Her skin was soft. Warm. She smelled like vanilla and a hint of honey. She was in fact perfect. But... she wasn't Spencer. I kept going anyway, determined to get the redhead out of my mind.

Her breath hitched as I began to pull down those amazing leggings she was wearing. "Yes..." She lifts her hips, helping me take off her pants. She opens her eyes again and looks at me, a pleading look in her eyes. 

I nod, holding the eye contact as I pull down her hot pink Victoria Secret underwear. My mind is too clouded with lust to even care about who I really want. Plus, I really want Claire right now.

She bit her lip, her cheeks still flushed. 

I smiled, running my tongue over her already wet core. She's sweet and I lap against her, loving the taste of the pleasure she was experiencing. It's definitely the alcohol talking but I need more of her.

A high pitched moan escapes her mouth and her hands find my hair again, tangling her fingers in it. She tugs gently, pressing me closer as her hips move against my mouth, wanting more friction. Her head falls back onto the pillow as she lets out another moan.

"Mmm." I smiled, moving faster against her. She was perfect. And so wet for me.

She was a moaning mess. Her hips continuing to move against my mouth as if trying to get me to go faster. She was so sensitive to my touch. Her thighs squeezed around my head as her grip on my hair tightened. "More..." She breathed out, pleading.