my kind of guy

two

"i can't really explain it but i just need it" clay looked around.

"is it that you need the money or do you just want me?~" i teased.

"george, there's far many better choices than you" he said like it would bother me.

"well that's a shame..." now it's my turn to be a dick.

maybe teasing him isn't the best way to show my side- it's just kinda part of my personality now sadly. and i kinda wanted to see how this would go in a way.

"hm? and whys that?..." clay started listening, then putting his arm above my head and leaning over me.

"what if my thoughts were different than your opinions?" i turned around to hide my smile.

i didn't have a very good poker face.

"use your words baby~" clay grabbed my neck then tilted my head up to his face.

"what if you were a one of my tops picks?" i said knowing it wasn't true, or at least i didn't think it was?

i never thought about it before.
and to be honest the thought kinda disturbs me.

"oh really now?" clay smirked then pulling my waist into his.

"never said it were true, but just what if it were?" i licked my lips.

"lick your lips again and see what happens" clay smirked with an eyebrow raised.

i playfully licked my lips again but very slowly and tauntingly.

while my tongue was still out clay quickly moved in closing the rather large gap we had between us. his big hand found my hair and suddenly we were in a make-out session and i didn't hate it?...

i always thought i would hate any sexual interaction with clay, when given one. but this really isn't as bad as what i told myself it was gonna be, and i enjoyed it.

his tongue slid into my mouth as he played with my hair, lightly tugging it.

i moaned into his mouth as i slipped onto my tiptoes. he chuckled then lifting my legs and letting me wrap them around his waist. he walked us to my desk, setting me on top as he slowly started to trailed hickeys all down my neck. he lightly bit into my frail skin as he found my sweet spot which made me uncomfortably shift around my desk trying not to beg for more.

"be good for me..." clay said with a raspy voice.

this is a part of clay i've never seen before... and i kinda liked it.

"on your knees baby~" clay sat on my desk chair as i slid off the table and onto the cold flooring.

he stood up briefly as i had my hands around his waistband waiting for consent.

"what do you want baby?" clay smirked.

i thought for a moment.

"i- i want you to leave..." i stood up jerkingly then starting to push him out of my office while he had a shocked look on his face.

this was wrong, it didn't feel right; something in my gut told me this isn't anything good.

i shut the door on his face off of nervousness.

"george...?" i heard clays voice softly say from the other side.

"just leave. it's not like you care anyways" i said sharply then locking my door shut.