Clinton's POV// *SEXUAL, READ AT RISK*
I finish my glass of whiskey with a sigh, it was silent, too silent.
I slide the glass on the counter before walking ahead upstairs with a stumble. God knows how many glasses of whiskey I had, I kinda lost count after five.
"Marie!" I call out with a slur from the bottom step, then starting to attempt to go ahead up the stairs. "Marie, baby!" I shout once more, this time louder. "Yeah?" I hear her respond, myself now reaching the top of the stairs.
"Come give Clinton some love." I spoke with a cheesy, definitely drunk, smile. "But i'm all wet." She replied from the bathroom, "you're clothes are gonna get all sodden." She laughed. She seemed happier.
Who am I kidding, someone probably drugged her again.
"I don't care, i'm coming in." I slur once more, walking towards the bathroom door. I now try to open the door, this ending in achievement. There i was, in the doorway of the bathroom, staring at my naked "girlfriend." Please acknowledge those big quotation marks.
"You look great, my love." I grin, taking a step inside and closing the door behind us. "Come give me a kiss." I pout.
Marie is glancing up at me from the shower, "I'm a little occupied at the moment." She retorted. I lower my brows with more angry frown. "Unless you're fucking yourself, you're not particularly busy." I remark with a harsher tone. "Now come give me a damn kiss." I demand drunkly.
Marie just stared at me, a soft look upon her eyes. "As you wish." Her voice was blunt. She climbed out the shower and went to grab a towel until I shake my head. She glanced over at me and lowered her brows, "I can't dry myself, no?" She grunts.
//Marie's POV//
"No." Clinton replies, now grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him. I grin and cup his cheek with my free hand. "Still wanna fuck huh?" he mumbles. I stay silent and gulp, "I kinda eased that problem myself." I mutter. "Elaborate, slut." He slurs.
'You know... Mitchel Cave whom is your brother, fucked me. And I fuckin enjoyed it.'
"I- uh." I gulp.
"Can't hear you." He lowers his brows once more. "How else do you think I did it?" I ask, my eyes showing that dangerous dark stare once more. "I want to hear what you did, then i'm going to fuck you, like you asked for." He spat.
I tilt my head to the side, then biting my lower lip slightly.
"I finger fucked myself until I came." I lie, "Is that enough for you?" I spoke.
Clinton shook his head, "Tell me in detail." He spoke coyly. I stiffen and gulp once again, looking up at him.
Exaggerate, Marie.
"I first got nice and wet." I start, my hand from his cheek now leading down his chest and towards the wrist of his free hand. "I used the shower head for that." Clinton cocked his brow, "How?" He asked, clearly interested. I grin, "Why I pressed it against my clit ofcourse." I watch him grin in satisfaction of my words.
"Gosh, that stream of water does wonders." I bite my lip. "I bet it does baby." I take his wrist and drag it towards my stomach, trailing it now to my sex.
What was getting into me...
"Then... I started... with one finger." I trail my words on, "then with two." I whisper. "The thought of the fingers being yours made me cum quicker." I lie.
I had to sweeten him up a little bit.
"That's what I like to hear." He whispers. I let out a dark chuckle, standing on my tip toes so I could press a kiss against his lips. Once achieved, i feel him kiss back with a drunk passion, myself now tasting the left overs of his whiskey on his lips.
I pull away momentarily, staring up at him.
"Have you been drinking?" I bite my lip,
Clinton eyed me and nods, "Yeah, and?"
"And you didn't bother to share with me, mm." I whisper whilst his hand cups my sex. "I think I wanna fuck you whilst your sober and undrugged so you know how real dick feels." I hear his growl sexually.
"Now where's the fun in that?" I question.
"The fun part is there's more whiskey for me, then i don't have to share with brats like you and a walking std called Mitchel." He carries on.
I cock my brow up at him. "I'm tired." I pull his hand away from my heat and grab a towel. "And this conversation is quite boring." I mutter.
"If you need me, i'll be in the bedroom. Sleeping." I smile. "But what about this mess you made, huh. You're cleaning it up." Clinton glares down at his crotch, a bulge clearly visible.
"Go fuck Christian. I hear he's free." I wrap the towel around my body, then opening the door and walking out.
Oh boy, I was now waiting for his outburst. I didn't want to fuck, I clearly was already aching from earlier.
Sex two times in a day just wasn't me.
//END OF PART FOURTEEN!//
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