Her Step Brother

Dinner

Clarke had never been so nervous for a dinner.

Bellamy had been calling the past couple of days, asking about her days and apologizing. It was strange. Months ago, they had been so happy. Sleeping together, flirting, teasing, it all was just fun. It wasn't serious.

Now, everything was serious. Their parents knew about them. They had two bad fights.

She left her blonde waves down. From her closet, she grabbed a sweater dress and leggings. The nights has finally gotten cold, and it made her happy. She pulled on leggings and her boots, going over her appearance once more.

Satisfied, she grabbed her keys and head down stairs.

"Going out?" Her mother asked.

Clarke nodded. "Bellamy and I are meeting up for dinner."

Her mother still was not pleased, but she also knew that Clarke was happy with Bellamy, most of the time, so she just smiled. "Okay. Have fun."

Have fun? Clarke's hands were sweating on the steering wheel.

Over the summer, Bellamy had been fun. They had been fun.

It was easy to look into his eyes, to feel happiness. Now, she could just remember their fights. He had been angry before going to college, but be was extremely hurt. She had basically dumped him, she had to admit.

She understood his anger.

But the party, that wasn't just Bellamy being Bellamy. He was territorial, he was jealous, he was... fuck her he was hot.

Not the angry yelling, the throwing of cups and all of that, but he jealous was. Seeing him tense up around Finn was kind of fun.

"Oh, who am I?" She questioned herself, rubbing her temple. "Am I talking to myself in traffic? Yes," she answered herself. "Am I seriously thinking over how hot Bellamy is for being an ass? Again, yes!"

But, years ago, wasn't that half of the reason she even got involved with him? He was hot, cocky, a player, and a major ass.

She laughed like an idiot. "Ah, to be fifteen again," she sighed. "No stress other than being caught. I just miss hot sex, don't I?" She asked herself. "Oh, I'm a slut I defintely miss hot sex."

She turned down the road leading to the restaurant.

***

Bellamy got out of his car, flowers in hand, and suddenly her distress faded away. This was Bellamy. Her Bellamy.

Did they only have a few months together? Absolutely. But, her heart was pounding against her chest, trying to escape.

"You look incredible," he breathed.

Clarke threw her arms around his neck, holding him against her. Her squeezed her body, his breath on her neck.

"I've missed you."

She pulled away. "Get in my car."

He raised his brow. "What?"

Clarke grabbed the sunflowers, turning around and opening her driver door. "You coming?

With a shrug, he jogged over and got in the passenger seat. "Where to?"

She pulled out of the parking lot, not looking back to all of their problems. "Bellamy?"

"Yes?"

"Take off your pants."

He coughed. "Clarke?"

She looked over at him. "Take. Off. Your. Pants."

He raised up, quick to unzip and unbutton his pants. He shoved them down to his knees. "Now what, baby?"

"Hold the wheel." Bellamy reached over, she She raised up and shoved her leggings and panties down. She let off the gas, pulling off her boots and leggings. She tossed them in the back seat. "We have to talk," she told him. "But, tonight, I need you, okay? I need hot, dirty Bellamy."

He slid his hand up her dress, grazing her clít. "Pull over. Now."

A thrill ran through her body. She looked around, looking anywhere to pull off. Finally, she saw an old dirt road and swerved over. Bellamy grabbed the "oh shit" handle, laughing. She drive down until they were surrounded by trees, and threw the car into park.

Before she could inhale, Bellamy was on her. She moaned, sliding her hands into his hair. She grabbed at his shirt, tugging on it.

Pulling away, she worked her dress up her body, tossing it on the dash. She climbed into her backseat, shoving the front seat up and Bellamy ditched his clothes.

He climbed into the back seat, immediately covering her body in the small, cramped space. "I feel like a teenager," he chuckled against her lips.

She opened her legs, wrapping one around him. "Fuck me, Bell."

He nodded, reaching between them. He shoved two fingers inside of her. She nearly screamed, her fingers digging into his arm.

He moved his arm faster, twisting his fingers inside of her until she was close. Then, he removed his fingers.

He pushed himself inside of her, both of them gasping and moaning. He pulled back and pushed into her again, her head hitting the car door.

Bellamy continued, his hand on the door, the other gripping her thigh for life. She shifted under him.

"Bell," she gasped. "Up."

He raised himself up, tilting his head a little. She moved, pushing him on his ass in the middle seat. Clarke straddled his lap, sitting down on his cóck.

His hands dug into her hips as she circled her hips. Leaning down, she moaned in his ear. He shoved up into her, making her gasp and become dizzy.

She grabbed his hair, and nibbled his ear. That was it for Bellamy. He shoved up into her over and over, and she screamed. She squeezed him, her body weak as waves and waves of pleasure rolled through it.

She leaned down on his shoulder, catching her breath.

"Let's book a room," he murmured, kissing her shoulder. "We can leave the curtains open," he chuckled.

Clarke raised her head. "Let's go."