27
OLIAS
"And you know w-what else I said?" I slur.
Lee wipes down the counter with a rag and hums in response.
"I told it to fuck off be—because my life is already shit, and I don't need it adding more to it." I raise the bottle of vodka and take a gulp.
Lee looks up. "You said that to the pigeon that shit on your car?"
I nod.
He laughs. What the fuck is so funny?
"You being drunk is funny," he says.
Shit, did I say my fucking thoughts out loud?
Lee shakes his head. "I almost forgot what it was like having you in here. What's up with you, anyway? It's Christmas. Where's the girlfriend?"
I lower my head to the bottle of alcohol. I've been here for hours, halfway through my second bottle, and drained of tears.
"Gone," I take another drink.
Lee hums, leaning on the bar counter in front of me. "Sorry, dude."
"Shit happens. I find an amazing girl, and fucking college takes her away from me," I scoff. "I wish I was a dick."
Lee snorts. "What?"
"I wish I was a fucking dick . Then, I wouldn't care if I was crushing her dreams, as long as she was with me. Right? An-and I'd keep her all to myself , her face, her crazy mind, her smile... and lips," I close my eyes. Flashbacks showing behind my eyelids. "Her soft tits and tight puss—"
Lee yells, cutting me off. "That's when I tell you to stop talking. Sober, you would probably dig my ears off if I let you tell me this shit."
"Imagine her when she's in California, Lee!" I thread my fingers through my hair from stress.
"She'll thrive, I bet. She looks like a Californian, or whatever they're called."
I squint my eyes at him. "Fuck you."
He raises his hands. "Just saying."
"She doesn't belong in California. She belongs with me, here , in New York City. Where fucking frats and college dicks won't try to take her from me."
"Hey, uh, dude—"
"I mean, she's so fucking hot. Funny. Her moans drive me crazy. I don't w-want her moaning someone else's name, Lee," my voice cracks. "I'll fucking kill someone, I swear it."
"Ollie—"
"I've even memorized her Starbucks order. Do you know how f-fucking into her I have to be? It's long as shit, and she told me it once . Do you want me to say it? I'll say it. She likes the strawberries and Creme Frappuccino, sub classic because she likes white mocha—"
"Olias." I pause at the sound of my name uttered in her voice. Not Lee's this time, hers .
I look up at Lee, and he laughs. "I tried to tell you..." He then points behind me.
I spin around, my eyes falling on Clarity, her lips twisted as she bites on them, a white coat on. She looks like she's freezing, her nose beaming red, her lips swollen, and her cheeks pink under her hair.
She unzips her coat, her face twisted with what I think is anger. It's a rare emotion from this girl.
Why am I scared?
How the fuck did she find me?
My temples pound. Maybe I shouldn't have drank so much.
"Hey... b-baby," I don't even attempt to stand from the stool.
She looks at the alcohol bottle on the counter, walks over to grab it, and looks at Lee, "How much has he had?" her voice is unmistakable.
Lee goes stiff. Good, she might murder him.
What did she say she was when we first met? Cereal killer? Yeah.
"A bottle and a half," he answers her timidly.
He harshly puts the bottle on the counter, the clank echoing through my brain. Shit, I'm wasted.
Is she even here, or am I imagining her? I raise a hand to touch her hair, and she moves her head away, giving me a death stare.
She's real, alright. And she's pissed.
She's hot when she's pissed...
Looking back at Lee, she glares at him. "How could you give him all of that? You see, he's not in the place for alcohol; you don't go around starting addictions for sad people."
"He paid for it. It was either given to him, or he’d take it himself."
"You're his friend. Tell him no . He's no scarier than a big baby."
Did she call me a baby?
"I'm not a—"
She turns to me. "Shut it. I don’t want to hear a word from you right now." her nose flairs, and her jaw clenches.
I press my lips together.
Really fucking hot.
In her hand, I notice the bag she's holding. Who gave her that present?
Was it another guy? No, she can't move on. I won't let her.
Sliding off the barstool, I feel the room spin as I walk toward Clarity. She speaks with Lee and I can't make out what's being said, but I have my eyes on her.
I wrap my arms around her waist from behind, more so to stop myself from falling. I drop the side of my head on the top of her shoulder, tightening my grip.
"Olias, stop it," she mutters, pulling my arms away from her.
I groan, dropping my head in between her neck and kissing her ear. She jerks her head and squeals.
"I missed you," I kiss under her ear, biting softly. "Your sexy little ass."
She spins, putting a hand on my chest. "You're drunk . We can talk about everything when you can actually remember our conversation. Lee will drive us to a hotel, and you can sleep this off, okay?"
What is she even saying? My eyes are trained on her lips, but her words aren't connecting with my brain. "I love you, but you're— but you're talking way too fast."
She sighs, tilting her head as I notice lee walking around the counter.
"I love your crazy butt too, Olias," she makes sure to talk slowly, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. "Come."
"If you insist," I smirk. "But I like making you come first . A few times before me."
She looks up at me, eyes widened with cherry cheeks. "Olias!” she hushes me. “ Enough, seriously ! "
Lee opens the lounge entrance and raises his hand. "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that for my sake more than yours."
At some point, I was helped into a car—my car. I can tell by the Starbucks cup in the console. I bought it before coming to the lounge, even though I was cold. It's Clarity's favorite drink, after all.
Sitting down, Clarity beside me, staring out the window, and Lee driving, I lean my head on Clarity's shoulder.
"Please don't push me off of you, I might throw up." I slur my words together, incapable of gathering the strength to pronounce.
I hear her sigh softly. She lifts her hand to my head and guides me into her warm thighs. Her hand comes to my hair, and she guides her fingers through it as I close my eyes. I can stay here forever.
I kiss her thigh before I feel myself black out into sleep.
***
"Olias, wake up." Clarity's voice shakes me awake. "I can't carry your butt like you carried mine before, so wake up."
I pry my eyes open to see her standing with the door open outside the car. I stand up and get out of the car. My head is killing me.
Wrapping my arm around her again, she thanks Lee for driving us, and we enter a building. I don't recognize the building, which means it's not her father's hotel.
Good.
"I'd like to book a room with two beds?" Clarity answers the guy at the desk. I recognize my credit card. She must've got it when I was sleeping. At least it isn't her own money—
Two beds? Wait what?
The guy gives her the keys and makes eye contact for a second too long. I glare at him, and he looks away from us.
We walk to the elevator and stand in silence. She still holds that bag.
The elevator door opens. "Who gave you the present?" I push my hair off my forehead, but it flops back down. This shit's really getting too long.
Clarity, with her large brown eyes that attract my gaze every single time, looks up at me, "You did, idiot. It's why I'm mad at you. The drinking is the cherry on top. I mean, seriously, how irresponsible."
Getting off the elevator, I rub my hand down my face. Right. The letter, the clothes. The red ring that she's... wearing?
Twisting the hotel door open, she lets us in; I take my hand from around her, the nausea wearing off. My head is still hammering, however.
I stare at her as she chooses the bed in the left corner, sets her bag down, and takes off her coat. Her gaze shifts to me and then away. “Get in the shower, Olias. I can smell the alcohol from here.”
Following her orders, I grab my shirt, pull it up and off my body, and drop it to the floor. I look over at Clarity as I grab my buckle and unloose it. She stares at me, standing beside the bed.
“What are you doing,” she asks.
“Getting ready for a shower, like you just told me to. Want to come with me? It wouldn’t be the first time.” I smirk at her, and she rolls her eyes and throws me a shirt from the box I got her. I only laugh, walking to the hotel bathroom and showering off at the coldest level, getting rid of the swaying of my head, the slurring of my words, and the fuzziness of my thoughts.
I shower for nearly three hours, water the temperature of an ice box knocking out the effects of the alcohol and nausea. It was only two hours in that I felt like myself again, my stomach settling, the room wasn’t spinning anymore, and my thoughts were clear, especially after throwing up in the toilet minutes.
Getting out, wrapped in nothing but one of the free white towels around my waist, I spot Clarity still in her clothes, reading the letter I wrote for her. When I wrote it, seeing her read it in front of me, crying , hadn’t crossed my mind of something that would happen at all.
"Why did you come looking, Clare?" I walk closer to her. She looks up at me, lowering the letter on the bed. I continue, "Why didn't you just let me go? " Like I let you go.
She wiggles her nose, her eyes not meeting mine once, as she says, "I'm not talking to you when you’re drunk."
I get what she’s assuming. Her mom and everything. She drank and did drugs. Seeing me drunk probably ticked something off. But the nap I took on the way here and the shower helped.
Bringing my forehead into my palm and wiping the water dripping from my hair, I took a long breath. "I'm not drunk anymore. The cold water sobered me up almost immediately.” It felt like ice was hitting my skin instead of water.
I step closer to her. “You read my letter, right?
“Yes, I’ve read you’re stupid letter.” She stands up and takes a few steps towards me. “And I’m not doing it. I’m not going.”
I walk towards her, taking her hand so she can look at me. "You need to understand that things can't go back as they were."
She looks at me, pulling her hand away. "And why not, Olias? I'm sorry I pushed you away! I'm sorry I ghosted you without hearing from you, but that doesn't mean you can leave me some—" she grabs a paper and holds it up, "stupid letter about college being the reason you're leaving and expect me to accept it!"
I shake my head. "You need to go to college, Clarity. You want to. And you won't do it if I'm in your life!" I step closer, nearly in each other's faces.
Her eyes are red, bouncing around my face. “I don’t need to do anything. Is that what you think or what Natalie told you to think.”
I go silent, so she continues. "Of course, I won't go and leave you to move hours away. It won't happen. It's too far. I can't ,” she stresses the last word, her voice cracking. “I just got you back. I thought I lost you after I left.”
I bring my hands to her cheeks. "And that's exactly the problem , Clare." My words are stern and loud, yet soft. I continue, "You shouldn't need me.” the way that I need you . Pausing, I look at the ground before blurting out words, "I'm with her. Lena, the woman who answered the phone."
What am I even saying? The words even hurt to form.
She squints. "You're lying."
I shake my head.
She stands taller, crossing her arms over her chest, and cocks her head to the side. "Look at me in the eyes, Olias. And tell me you're dating that woman and I'll leave right now. Tell me you kissed her back and that what I thought was wrong is right. Tell me, and I'll leave like you want me to."
My heart hammers at my chest. She's too fucking good.
Because there's no chance; I can’t even attempt to do that.
I lean down, taking her cheeks in my palms. “I can’t.”
I slam my lips into hers like it might be our last kiss.
She inhales sharply as my tongue licks across her bottom lip, pressing my mouth roughly against her soft, plump ones. She's so sweet, always so sweet. I bring a hand to her hip and grip her as she leans her front against me, the only thing between us being my towel and her clothes. A soft moan leaves her throat and fills my mouth.
Fuck.
I break away from her, holding her jaw, "No, Clarity, I shouldn't have." What is wrong with me?
Her eyebrows arch up, her lips swollen from me sucking on them. Blood quickly rushes to my dick, and it presses out against the towel. Her hand comes to my face, and a shiver runs down my spine. How does she make me feel so good so easy?
"Why not?" she whispers innocently, her lips trained on my parted ones.
I shake my head. "I hate when you do that."
I come down to her lips, gripping her ass through her tights, picking her up in my hands. Her tight ass sits perfectly in my palms. I squeeze her, and her eyebrows knit together. My lips travel to her neck, and I suck roughly on the sensitive skin under her ear and at the end of her jaw as she wraps her legs around me.
She moans. "You hate when— when I do what?" A gasp leaves her as I grip her ass harder and slide my fingers against her pussy over the material of her pants.
I walk over to her hotel bed and drop her onto her back between my arms. I pause and look at her flustered face.
She bites her bottom lip and drives me insane. Lifting my hand, I press my thumb on her chin, pulling her wet lip out of her mouth, leaning down to take it between my teeth.
She lets me, watching me swell and bruise it before popping it back to her.
My towel loosens with every second her body stays squirming under me.
"I hate it when you act innocent," I finish, brushing her cheek with my thumb. I've seen her ride me like she knew exactly what she was doing.
Clarity Red is far from innocent.
She doesn't respond. Her eyes dot around my face before she raises her head. Our gazes stay connected, and I follow her movement as she sits straight up. My towel drops to the floor, leaving my lower half exposed to the cold draft of the room.
"Clarity," I pant.
"Hm?" she says with a cute smile. She puts her fingers on my chest and pushes me to my back on the opposite bed. Oh fuck.
She twists her lips and cups her hair behind her ear before shifting down between my legs. Heat stirs in my groin at the sight of her in this position. Just watching her look at me, at my boner, it blurs my vision.
She places her hand on my thighs, the other curling her hair behind her ears.
I shake my head, biting down on my own words, " Clarity , that's not— that's not what I meant. You don't have to—" She scoots closer between me, separating my legs even more, and her hand drags down my thighs." Shit," I whisper under my breath, digging my head into the pillow, and she hasn't even touched me. "You don't have to do this." I lean back up, looking at her.
She looks at my dick and then at me. "You said before that I shouldn't be shy with you." Her voice is low, hesitant. "And I don't want to be."
“Okay,” I say breathlessly.” I bring my hand to her face and pinch her chin, folding to kiss her momentarily. "Stop whenever you want, you hear me?"
She nods, a smile on her face. "I've never… done this before," she whispers, her cheeks glowing red from embarrassment.
I smile. "That's okay. Nothing you do'll stop me from enjoying you."
She nods, and I lean up and back against the headboard, gently gathering her hair with my hand into a ponytail.
I watch as she holds onto my hip and lowers her head, kissing my stomach. Her bare breast under her shirt rubs up against my dick. A pained moan leaves me, and I blink rapidly. She rises and places her soft hands around my base, gripping me. My body stiffens. Shit. Holy fucking shit.
She glances up at me in question, and I nod frantically for her to continue.
Her hand slides up my shaft to the tip, where I pulse in her delicate, soft silky hands, then back down.They barely wrap fully around me. It's fucking hot, the way I look too big for her to handle. Yet, it doesn’t seem to scare her away.
I feel her breath fan against my tip, and I watch as she parts her lips, her tongue extending out, and licks my head damp with pre-cum. Closing my eyes and letting out a loud, desperate whine, my head presses into the headboard.
Clarity drops her head down, wrapping her lips around me completely, her tongue slipping around my tip inside her mouth.
"Fuck baby," I hiss.
She looks up at me, her back arched with my dick in her mouth, then slides me deeper down her throat. My brows raise, and the euphoric feeling floats me to the sky.
I grip her hair tighter, putting little to no pressure on guiding her, letting her explore my length at her own pace.Her throat pulses around my tip, and I continuously tell myself to hold my release, contain it for her. I can feel every breath she takes, every swallow, and every gag. Sliding back up to me, she kisses the slit of my tip, and I nearly spill. Instead, I groan, clenching my fist around her hair.
"Am I doing okay?" she asks, her voice high.
I massage her scalp, nodding. "Yes, such a good job. Twist your hand for me."
A piece of hair falls in front of her face, and I collect it back into the ponytail I hold. She lowers her head back down, this time quickening the speed of her mouth, her hand twisting and following along. I pull her hair, and she moans, vibrating her throat against me with each thrust into her mouth.
"Good fucking job, Clare. Just like that," I hiss between my teeth, panting as my tip tightens, my finish coming any second.
"Slow—" she pops me out of her mouth and goes back down, pushing me deeper down her tight throat, enjoying it all.
My legs stiffen at her sides, and she slides me further in as I shoot into the back of their throat. I raise my hips, thrusting myself against her tongue, melting and crying out in whimpers. I grab the bed sheets beside us.
Her eyebrows knit together, and I stroke her cheeks as she swallows. I smirk. "My good girl. Come here."
She looks up at me and straddles me, sitting down as I take her hips and pull her closer to me, kissing her deeply.
CLARITY
Is he kissing me? After I've... kissed him down there? Most guys don't do that usually. But I like it.
My face is burning, needing to feel some sort of relief between my legs.
Kissing Olias, my fingers in his hair, he peels off my leggings and releases the material of my panties from my center.
He doesn't break our lips apart as he takes two fingers and slides them inside me. I hitch a breath, our kiss pausing for a moment.
"Looks like you need more than just my fingers, hm?" he smirks against my lips.
I let out only a soft sound, not even attempting words, knowing my voice would fail me. He slips his fingers out, and I ache to feel him again, but without time wasted, he flips me over on my back.
"You made me cum. Now I owe you three," he whispers against my ear.“Isn’t that right?”
I bite my lip and nod, watching him pull me up to sit. "Lift your arms," he orders. I do as he says, and he pulls my shirt off, throwing it on the floor. His hands wrap around me, his face brushing against my cheek as he goes to unhook my bra, throwing it alongside my shirt. My leggings and panties follow soon after.
Set free, a breeze from his nose brushes against my boob before he sucks on them. I arch my neck, pushing his head more against me.
Oh God .
He leans up, panting. "I need you to listen to me, alright?"
I nod. His sharp jawline flexes as he quickly glances at my bare body, then back up to my eyes. "I love you," he says.
I grin, "I know. And I love you more." Very random moment to stop and announce, but I'll take it.
He smiles, that dimple showing. "I'm glad you know because my roughness in the next few minutes might not make it seem like I do."
He pauses, letting his words sink. "But you own me, remember that," he whispers. "One word and I'll stop. Do you understand?"
I nod, biting my lip. He stares at my mouth. "I understand."
With that, he nods, grabbing my hand and bringing me off the bed, walking me to the wall where he takes my hips and presses the front of my body against it, my back facing him. His warm body connects with mine, sandwiching me between the wall and him.
His mouth drops to my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth. I close my eyes, liking his nibble, and wonder what he has waiting for me.
He grabs my butt, gripping and slapping it roughly, not hard enough to hurt, but with enough of a sting to feel… good .
I feel his hand collect my wetness from behind, inserting his fingers, curling them towards him and making me scratch at the walls. I whimper and he hums.
Oh my—
He completely pushed himself inside me, and I gasped along with him, squeezing, moaning out, and leaning my head on his shoulder behind me. He doesn't wait for me to recover but instead thrusts again. He hits spots that make me tear, the quick movement of his groin against my butt creating a constant clap that fills the room.
"Tell me you're going to college," He pants behind me. "Promise me."
I squeeze my eyes shut, my cheek pressed against the wall, feeling my stomach twist with his roughness. It's never felt this good before; every single time he enters, a new feeling shoots through me. My eyes roll back.
It's like the first stretch in the morning. Times ten.
"No," I let out.
"No?"
I nod. And he slows down his speed. A groan leaves me, attempting to move myself against him, but he grips my hips, pinning me flat against the wall.
"Promise me you'll go to college and become my little doctor, or I won't let you come, Clarity," his breath fans across my neck. "We both know how much you like when I make you come."
"But you said earlier that you didn't want us—"
"I don't care what I said earlier. I'm talking about now. Promise it, please."
I swallow, nodding. "I'll go, I promise." I squirm and raise my pinky.
"Don't lie to me, Clare." He hooks my weak pinky with his tattooed one. "I mean it."
I open my eyes, wanting to be rewarded for my promise. "I'll go, I will, baby. Just please—"
He pulls me off the wall and bends me over the bed. He inserts himself, and I cry out a moan. He groans, cursing under his breath as I squeeze myself around him.
"There you go, my pretty girl," he huffs out. “There you go.”
The bed rocks with our movement, my hands pinned above my head with his.
I've never felt more unreal and appreciated. The soft noises and low huffs coming from Olias lifts me higher and higher into the clouds.
I whimper as he hits an amazing area, and he kisses my shoulder. "Yeah? Right there?"
For the next several seconds my jaw drops open as he hits that same spot over and over again, harder and deeper. I never thought I could feel this good in my life.
When he lowers his head and kisses me between my shoulder blades, I feel my stomach twisting into a knot, and my legs begin to shake.
Olias doesn't slow as the climax ripples strongly through my body, a tear dropping from the corner of my eye. "You look so fucking pretty coming for me, Clare."
His words, the sweet words that leave his mouth, might turn me into a freaking crazy person. Nothing else matters, just us.
Spinning me around, a smile on both our faces, he hitched his eyebrows up. "Merry Christmas, by the way."
I bite my lip and grin. "Merry Christmas."
He lowers himself, kissing me. "I just need two more from you, and my gift to you will be done. Maybe even three for how good you're being."