Ruin The Friendship [ dreamwastaken x reader ]

22 | hurry up and take it slow (s)

This chapter contains adult content.

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The kiss is tender for less than a second. I'm not sure who breaks first, but suddenly there's an insistency, desperation in the way our mouths stay locked. Our tongues slide together for only a moment, before Clay dominates it, pressing in hard enough that my head tilts back as I moan around his tongue.

One of Clay's hands drops from my waist, grabbing a handful of ass, and I can't help but moan again. He just barely laughs at me in return, right into my mouth. He pulls back just enough to bite my lip and I moan again.

This is starting to get... a little embarrassing. I pull back all the way.

"Yeah? You're sure proud of— ah" I'm interrupted as Clay reels his hand back and slaps my ass. I try my hardest to glare, seeing the smug expression on his face, but fail. I smile, and he only looks prouder.

I roll my eyes, then surge forward. I'll just take control a different way, then. I lock my mouth to his neck, pressing my teeth hard enough to hurt, likely bruising his skin.

Clay immediately shivers in my arms, moaning. I smile where I'm still pressed to his neck, then suck, leaving a harsh bruise.

"Fuck." Comes from Clay, and I have to pull back.

It's my turn to laugh, searching his expression. He's shaking his head, dragging his tongue along his lower lip.

"You know I'm gonna pay you back for that, right?" He says more than asks.

I tilt my head back, feeling everything go warm.
"Do it then."

Clay nods, then I have only a second before we're moving. I feel my back connect with a wall, knocking out my air, before Clay presses himself completely flush to me. I have to tighten my legs around his back just to hold on.

Hello, daddy Clay.

I let out a breathy moan as Clay lifts himself and lowers me until he can grind between my legs. His mouth simultaneously lands on me, high on my neck, just under my jaw.

My hips rock into him as he nips then sucks, leaving a bruise of his own. He soothes the bite with his tongue and I feel myself clench on nothing. I needed this man to fuck me yesterday.

"You look so much better marked up." Clay mumbles, then presses back in, sucking another bruise.

This time my breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut. I focus on how warm his mouth is, his tongue already soothing as he makes each mark. I hear it when he pops off my neck this time.

I barely open my eyes enough to see him lean back, looking at me with a pleased hum.

"Sorry it's so high up. This is in the way." He says, then leans in to press a kiss over the collar.

I lower my lashes, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Yeah? Do you like it?" I ask, rolling my hips against him.

Clay lets out another small moan, pressing into the sensation himself before chuckling, low. "It's cute." He leans in until his lips brush my ear. "But I can think of something else that might look better wrapped around your throat."

I can't help the pathetic whine I let out, high, needy.

Clay presses his face into the bend of my neck, laughing. I tilt my chin back, exposing my throat as an invitation, melting, too turned on to be embarrassed. His laugh dies off.

"Yeah? You want it that bad?" He asks.

I whine again, nodding, eyes threatening to close.

Clay makes a pleased noise around another predatory laugh, then carefully lowers me back to standing. I grip his shoulders, steadying myself. It seems like I'm standing for only a second before I feel his hand brush up my body. He pushes under the collar and wraps his massive hand around my neck, just holding it there, pressure feather light.