Just as our lips collided.
His tongue met mine and stars erupted behind my eyes. I felt my body pucker for him and places on me tingle I’d never paid attention to in my life. Like the slats between my toes as I wrapped my legs around him. Or the crooks of my knees as his hands slid down my legs. With every stroke of his tongue, my skin prickled. With every groan of his I swallowed down, my hairs stood on end. I felt electrified. I felt myself sizzling into a puddle of nothingness. And as his hands gravitated to my panties, I felt the rest of my walls crashing down.
Are you really about to do this?
I slid his leather jacket away from his shoulders and quickly gathered his shirt over his head. He wrapped his arm around me, hoisting me higher on the bed before he knelt against the mattress. His muscles came into view and I licked my lips, staring at the ink that adorned his arms and torso. He was beautiful. Every part of him. Angrily beautiful in ways I understood. My fingers slid through his hair as his lips came down against my neck. I felt my thighs warming and my panties wetting. He pushed my dress up as he kissed down my neck, exploring me with a kindness and a gentleness I would have never associated with him.
With every press of his lips against my skin, he rewrote what it meant to be Clint Clarke.
“Oh, yes,” I whispered.
He groaned as his lips fell to my thighs. I toed my tennis shoes off, feeling him slip my panties down my legs. He rose up long enough to pull the fabric away from my body. And when my feet got tangled up in the fabric, he smiled down at me. He chuckled along with my giggles, making me feel comfortable in my own skin, even with the thick thighs and broad hips that didn’t look very much like the girls he usually stared at.
Then I watched him unbuckle his jeans.
It happened so quickly, I almost didn’t catch it. He crashed back down to me, our lips colliding as my legs spread for him. He reached down for something as his jeans fell to his knees and soon, something hard fell between my thighs. I felt him pulsing and dripping, his kisses becoming sloppy as his fingers explored my depths. I moaned for him, buckling underneath his touch. He nibbled at my neck as his fingers filled me, stroking my swollen walls.
Before his girth replaced those dexterous fingers.
“Clint,” I gasped.
“Holy fuck, Rae.”
“Yes. Oh, my—just yes.”
He chuckled before his lips captured mine again. I felt his forearms press against the mattress on either side of my head. I wrapped myself around him, feeling his thickening length stroke against my walls with every thrust of his hips. I gasped for more. His bed bucked as he picked up the pace. I raked my nails down his back, listening to him growl into the crook of my neck. My toes ran down the backs of his legs. I locked onto him, feeling him growing thicker inside me. My eyes rolled back, my body shook and I quivered around him as my body began to tense.
“That’s it. Come on, Rae. I feel you. Just let it go.”
“Clint! Yes! Oh, Cli—”
My jaw unhinged and my back bowed so deeply I figured it would snap. My body shook for him. Quaked for him. And a darkness overcame me. I chanted his name like a shattered prayer, a choked, wanton sound falling from my lips. I felt him pumping into me, thrusting faster and faster. Harder and harder. Begging my body to hang on just a second longer.
Before he, too, burst.
“Rae,” he growled.
When he collapsed against me, I felt full. With every thread of his arousal that touched my body, I felt blanketed in him. His sloppy kisses turned to soft nuzzles of his nose as his face found the crook of my neck again. He rested against me, his muscles cradling the curves of my body. And as my arms fell away from his back, I sighed with relief.
I smiled up at the ceiling.
All because of the bully from Riverbend High.
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Clinton
My eyes fell open and I groaned. The smell of her still lingered in the room with me, and it made me smile. I rolled over, half expecting to see her next to me, lying there with her dress bunched up over her hips and her legs spread. Ready to go another round as the two of us woke up together.
But when I rolled over, there was nothing but my bed to greet me.
“Figures,” I murmured.
As I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, my mind fell back to last night. What had gone down between me and Rae. How good it felt. How right it seemed. I’d never experienced something that calm and collected with a girl before. Usually, they were eager to suck me off for a bit before poking their pretty little asses out for me. But this was something else, with Rae. Something slower. Deeper. More sensual than I’d experienced before.
“Fucking hell,” I said, sighing.
I rolled over one last time, placing my face where her head had been. I drew her scent in deep as my mind pulled me back to those moments. How nice she had felt in my arms as I fell asleep. How soft her skin felt against mine. How much her body had enveloped me as we grew to fevered heights.