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House Party-[Brock Osweiler]-For Claire *Explicit*

"Brock, Claire, glad you could make it!" Peyton piped. "Peyton this party is huge!" "Thanks, had to break in the new house!" he yelled back.  Another guy came up to Petyon, sparking up a conversation up with him. Around the room were other Broncos' players: Wes Welker, Brandon Marshall, Emmanuel Sanders, etc. "Come on let's go get a drink" Brock suggested, pulling you through the crowd. You followed Brock downstairs to the basement where there was a dark room full of people with a bartender serving drinks. You went up and ordered two drinks, a BudLight™ for Brock, and a Seagrams™, for yourself. You took a sip of the wine-cooler, a few drops of water from the bottle falling down onto your exposed cleavage.  Brock pressed himself up against you.

"When we get home.."

You felt his large hand run down your spine, resting on your lower back. "Does alcohol make you horny or something? We just got here" you whispered. He pressed his lips against yours, kissing you lustfully; you kissed back just as hard. Finally, he pulled away, and took another swig of his beer. "No, I've been waiting to have you to myself all day, that and you just look so damn good in that dress right now" he confessed. You took a sip of your drink before leaving it on the counter. "Let's go dance." You got onto the crowded dance-floor, and he moved his hands to your hips. You swayed your hips to the beat, closing the space between you. Fluttering your eyelashes, you turned grinding back up against him. For the rest of the night, Brock couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of you, making dirty remarks in your ear everywhere you went..

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Towards the end of the night, Brock pulled you through the crowd to a secluded area, a dark hallway on the far end of the house. His hands roam your chest, massaging your breasts. You press against him harder, pulling him down by his neck to kiss his jaw line. "I want you so bad right now.." he whispered, throwing his cup onto the floor. He picked you up in his arms, and carried you upstairs. Brock looks around for a bedroom, and heads to the first doors he sees. Two white double doors with the initials: "P. M"  is the first door he heads to. Inside a large luxurious bed on a platform surrounded by four black posts that led all the way up to the ceiling. Brock closed the door behind you, and started over to the bed. You gulped. "Brock, we can't do it in here, this is Peyton's bed." "Claire, he won't find out, we'll be quick" he replied while taking his belt off. Knowing that you can't wait to get home, you comply. "Come on then, hurry up." Hurriedly, he unzips your dress, and you step out of it. He bits his lip, then undoes your bra, and throws it onto the floor. He leans down, licking and flickering your nipples. Moans emitted from you as he kissed the small nubs.

Both of you fall onto the bed, him on top. He pulls away, and you reach down, unbuttoning his jeans. He quickly pulls his pants and boxers down, and you wrap your hand around it, getting large pumps. He slides his finger down to your entrance, pushing the tip in just to tease you, then pulling out. "Brock, please" you beg. He flips you over, and pushes into you from behind without a warning. Your fingers grip the comforter. Brock pounding into makes the bed shake. You hear a noise, but ignore it. "Brock!" Your eyes shut tightly as he hits your spot. "Almost there" he grunts. He reaches under you rubbing your clit, and you both release. You sit up, trying to steady you breathing. Brock pulls up his boxers and pants. He seats on the bed, sinking into it. "Oh shit" he muttered standing up. "We broke the bed.." Suddenly, the door opens and Peyton walks in. You scurry to grab your clothes. "Brock? Claire? What the hell are you doing?! Did you just have sex in my bed?!" he booms, face red with anger. His eyes widened when he notice two of the wooden planks from the bed laying on the floor beneath it. "Peyton, we didn't mean to break it-" Brock explains. 

"Just get the hell out of my house!"

-So today I'm finally going Christmas shopping lol. About to leave, so I'll just leave, and check it later.