Clarity

21

OLIAS

Sliding the key into my front door, I twist, unlocking it.

It's a few minutes past midnight, I didn't expect to be away from her for so long, but apparently, I had a bunch of shit to fill out at work.

Getting in, the house is dark. I check the couch for Clarity first, just in case she’s sleeping on it again, but she isn’t.

She had texted me earlier at work that Clarissa couldn't make it. It had something to do with schoolwork and saddened her. I wanted to drive back, but she told me not to.

I make my way to my bedroom, but as I raise my hand to the knob, I hear the sound of faint whimpers from inside.Then, my name in a whispered voice.

Brows raise, and I smirk at the sound of Clarity.

Is she— she can't be. Clarity ? No...

I turn the knob to my room and open it, instantly seeing her figure under my sheets jump and shuffle in panic and surprise.

She is .

"Olias! Hey," her words dart out.

The smirk on my face grows, and so does my dick as I lower my briefcase beside the closet and begin to unbutton my suit jacket while walking towards her.

The small dim lamp on my bedside table faintly lights up her face, showing me her red cheeks. "Ho— how was work?"

I shuffle off my jacket, draping it over my desk chair, and then unbutton my white dress shirt.

"It was okay. How was your day all alone? Did you get bored here?" I sit on the bed and bend over to untie my shoes.

"Yes," she finally answers. I look over at her, biting her bottom lip. Fuck me.

Kicking my shoes off, my voice drops low. "What did you do to pass the time, hm?"

Her chest rises and falls quickly under my covers as her eyes shift down and then back to me. "I, um... I was..." she squeezes her legs together.

I raise my hand slowly, peeling the cover from her chest as she watches and reveals her naked body beneath the material.

Fuck .

Her nipples are solid, pointed up at the ceiling, with her thighs—those fucking thighs—smashed together.

My lips part at the sweet sight. I can get used to coming home to this.

"You missed me, huh?" I rise on one knee, leaning on my elbow to hover over her. I slide a hand onto her stomach, and she lets out a soft moan.

She nods, her eyebrows arched upward. "Mhm."

I raise my hand to her left breast and cover it, squeezing, fondling her. She arches her back towards me as I massage it.

"Did you use your fingers? Or did you rub yourself?" I murmur, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my fingers.

"F-fingers," she lets out. My dick fills the last remaining space in my pants.

"How many?"

"One."

I shake my head. That won't do. "One? And did you cum yet?"

She shakes her head.

I lean and kiss her, slowly taking her bottom lip between my teeth before letting it fall back down. "Can I help you cum, Clarity?" my voice in a low whisper against her skin.

She nods, breathing hard as she answers, "Yes."

I lift myself, throwing one leg over her so she's between me. I hold her jaw with my hand to slam my lips with hers. She moans in my mouth, raising her hands to slide my unbuttoned shirt off my arms. Taking it off, she throws it to the floor, leaving me shirtless. We part momentarily so that her eyes can gaze down my chest and abs like they’re getting fed what they’ve been craving for so long. She lifts her hand and slides her hand down the middle of my front, mesmerized.

I push her hair from her face, traveling my kisses down her neck. I get to her nipple, taking it between my lips where I suck and nibble on them, driving her crazy.

She cries out a moan. I watch her sink her teeth into her bottom lip.

How long will I be able to last? With her, I have no fucking clue.

I move my mouth down between her, kissing her stomach, the sensitive skin below her belly button, and down to her pussy. And once I'm hovering over her, my breath fanning her clit and my mouth watering to taste her, I look up for confirmation.

She nods.

One nod. It's all I need to slowly extend my tongue and slide it up from her dripping hole to her clit, stopping to latch my lips around it. Immediately, she grips the sheets below her with one hand, the other hand being bitten to muffle her cries.

Flicking her clit with the very tip of my tongue, I raise my arm and pull her hand away from her mouth, her moans filling the room.

Sliding my tongue inside of her warmth, her legs start to shake at the sides of my head. I flick her softly, hugging her thighs at the side of my head. My favorite place nowadays. I look up as I continue to watch her be tranced entirely by the movement of my tongue on her clit. Making her create that face and having her feel so good are all addictive. Her eyes, which can barely stay open, connect with mine and then arch off the bed, her moans going inaudible as she unravels onto my tongue. I continue rubbing against her sweetest spot slowly, her walls contracting against my tongue until she's hitching and spazzing with every movement I make against her.

I raise myself on one hand over her hot, shaking body, lowering my lips to her ear. "You taste so sweet," I whisper, my own body burning with arousal.

"That was..." she attempts to speak. Failing miserably.

I shake my head, beginning to unbuckle my pants. "I haven't even started, Clare."

She looks down between us at the bulge in my pants. Her eyes widen, and I nod. "You did this to me. All you." I kiss her.

It will only ever be her. If it’s not her, it’s nobody. I finally manage to slide my pants down to my ankles, pulling down my boxers, relieving my dick from the material.

I moan out, taking me in my hands and upstroke it, squeezing my base to stop the burning pulsation that's begging me to fuck her harder than I've fucked before.

"Do you want me?" I ask, panting hard along with her.

I've waited for her, and I'll continue to wait if that's what she wants, but shit , I'm harder than a fucking rock.

I stroke myself slowly, my eyes on her. "You don't have to. We can stop right now," my words barely escape my throat.

She shakes her head, her hand raising to touch my chest. "No, I want you. More than anything, I need you.”

I reach over to the bedside table and open it, pulling out a condom.

Our gazes stay glued to each other as I rip the packet open with my teeth and slide the thin rubber on my tip and down my shaft. Then, nudge my tip between her.

She jerks, her eyes squeezing close while her hands slide to my back. " Olias ," she moans as I circle my desperate tip around her clit, feeling the sensitive little thing twitch.

"When you were fingering yourself, were you thinking of me?"

She nods. "Yes."

I groan, slipping just my tip inside her.

"And what was I saying to you?"

I put a hand on her smooth hip, bracing myself, her legs leaning against my shoulders.

She licks her lips. "You whispered very nice things in my ear."

"Yeah?" I grip her hip tightly and slowly begin to insert myself inside of her entirely.

I bite down on my jaw, panting and moaning out words I can’t even understand myself as I collapse onto her, along with Clarity, who digs her nails into my back. My heart hammers at my chest continuously as I tell myself to have patience with her.

Sliding further inside, feeling her walls pulse around me, she swallows me whole. Her lips grip me tightly—so fucking tight.

I slam my hand into the headboard before me, looking down at Clarity. "You okay?"

She nods, her eyes still closed. "It’s too big—too much."

Balls deep, her knees bending at my sides. "You can handle it," I tell her. "Open your eyes and watch."

Lifting my hips and sliding out, I thrust completely into her just as she listened and looked between us. My stomach hardens, and she sharply inhales. Then again. And again, till my movement begins to rock the bed, and Clarity’s eyebrows arch up from how good I’m making her feel.

I feel myself inching closer to my release, but I hold it for her.

She consumes me completely, literally and figuratively, wrapped around me.

I go lightheaded like we’re a thousand feet above the ground in the clouds.

"Oh fuck ," she drags out.

I don’t hear her curse often; it makes me smile. “That's it, let it out,” my words of encouragement softly hit her ear.

She screams louder than I've ever heard, gripping the hair behind my head.

I'm doing this to her. Me. I'm making her cum. She's screaming because of me . No one else but me.

Her walls tighten around my dick, contracting as she lets loose around me, and I bite down, forcing myself to hold my own. I can feel her wetness collecting at the base of me, the wet sound of our skins slapping together filling my room.

"I want one more out of you," I tell her.

"Olias," she tugs my hair.

I immediately slow down, breathing roughly through my nose. "Yeah?"

"Can I be above you?" she asks out of breath.

I smirk. Fuck, that's hot.

Nodding, I slip out of her, grab her hips, and spin her around to sit on top of me in one swift motion. She squeals the look of excitement on her face at her new position.

Her breast lay perky and perfect on her chest, I lean up to suck on one, and she sits on my lap, grinding her hip against my dick.

"You're so perfect," I tell her as she grips me and positions herself over me.

Then she sits, melting onto me like butter as I fill her again. I dig my head into the pillows, groaning and squeezing her ass while she rocks back and forth on me, taking control of the speed.

She looks unreal from below, her face full of euphoria, and shines slightly from the lamp beside us. How did I get so fucking lucky getting to be with someone this sexy?

She puts her hand on the headboard as she bounces on me, slapping her ass against my thighs, my dick filling her deeper in this position, hitting parts it hadn't before.

She's entirely in her own world, and I love every second of the thrill I can give her.

My stomach begins to tighten. If she doesn't slow— she braces both of her hands against the headboard, quickening her hips, rising and slamming them against me. Shit, she knows just how to work me.

" Clarity ," I croak. "You're going to have to slow down if you want to... fuck ... if you want this to last."

But she quickens her movement, and I feel myself losing control of her dominance.

She presses her palms against my chest, fucking me hard.

Then she bites that pretty lip of hers before saying, "I want it," her voice seems so innocent. But it's doing everything but innocent things to me.

She's brutal. There's no way I can't give her what she wants. There's no way I can stop myself. Within seconds of her words and her riding me, my legs stiffen underneath just as her movement slows and her jaw drops low. Her thighs squeeze my hip, shaking as she cums with me. She screams out a moan, finding my hands to grip them, and I moan her name loudly.

The name that owns me.

Our highs merge, me filling the condom I wear and her warm gush of liquid soaking my shaft, pulsating and spasming for the third and strongest time.

She collapses on my chest, still connected with me, catching her breath with deep pants. I can feel her heart hammering against my skin.

I stroke her back while also attempting to breathe.

"Did I do okay?" she questions, her tired voice high and filled with hope.

"You did amazing, baby. Such a good job." I thread my fingers in her soft hair and sigh. "So fucking good."

I feel her smile against my chest, relaxing even more into me.

"What happened to being shy? Hm?" I lift her face to look at me, and she giggles. "I told you it wouldn't take long."

"You happen to make me very comfortable," she admits, her cheeks red. Glowing. I'm unsure if it's because of what we just finished, her blushing at my words, or both.

I kiss her. "I'm glad."

I lift her in my hand's bridle style and carry her off the bed. She laughs, holding onto my arms. "What are you doing?"

"Washing you up. What else?"

She only smiles at me, leaning her head on my chest.

She's probably not used to being taken care of. But she better get used to it quickly because she'll be treated nothing less than a Queen when she's with me.

I take her to the bathroom, running a warm shower. Then, get in first so the water doesn't instantly splash her as she steps in.

Her legs shake every few seconds, so I hold her waist as she stands in the water to steady her.

Grabbing a rag, I squeeze liquid soap on it and softly scrub her back, dressing her skin with soap bubbles.

She turns, cupping her hands, and creates a bubble with the soap. I smile at her, popping the bubble before kissing her wet lips.

"I love you," I whisper, pushing back her wet hair. "So fucking much."

"I love you too, sunshine."

***

"Olias! Wake up. You sleep like a freaking bear ," I feel her slap my bare back, and I hiss.

My back stings. "Clarity, what the hell?" I mumble, blinking awake.

She kisses my cheek as an apology. "Sorry, but get up and look! It's finally snowing. Check this out."

I groan, sitting up on the bed to see her halfway out of my fire escape, the shirt I gave her last night raised high, showing her panties and sweet ass.

Not the worst thing to wake up to, not at all. Especially after the night we had yesterday.

"Clare, what're you doing?" A cool breeze fills my room, causing goosebumps on my arms.

She slips back into the room with her hair covered in white snowflakes. It’s fucking freezing, and this girl’s got the fire escape window wide open. Her nose beams red from the coldness.

Her hands are cupped, face turned down as if she awe’s at something in her hand.

I squint my eyes. "Clarity, what are you holding..."

She looks at her hand and then at me. "Don't get angry, okay, it needs a mom."

I raise an eyebrow, get off the bed, and shuffle sideways towards the door just in case whatever creature she has in her hand decides to break loose and jump at me; I can escape with ease.

"Put it back."

Her mouth drops. "You don't even know what it is—"

"Whatever it is, put—"

A squeak fills the room. Is it a fucking mouse?

She walks closer to me, and I back up. She laughs. "Don't be such a big baby," she says while snickering.

Then she opens her hand, and I fight the urge to run.

Only it's not a mouse.

It's a light brown baby bird. The size of a small apple, maybe smaller. And covered with wet feathers.

It squeaks again in her hand, and she pets it with one finger.

I walk closer, realizing the thing can't exactly attack me.

Clarity looks up at me. "Let's name it... Olity."

"Why Olity?" She comes up with the weirdest names.

She smiles. "Olias and Clarity. Olity ."

Our names merged. Shit, that's cuter than I thought. My lips raise despite not liking this situation.

"You're keeping it?" I ask unsurely.

An offended expression crosses her face. "Of course, I'm keeping her, " she corrects. "Do you want me just to throw her away?" She doesn't let me answer the question before walking towards my closet. She pulls out an extra towel, wraps the thing in it, and then sits it on my desk.

"There," she says, petting its head. Cat below her meows, and she drops to kiss and pet his head.

I can't help but smile at her. I'm dating a pet lady.

"Oh, and I was thinking of something cool to do for the holidays," she says, standing back up.

I ruffle through my dresser for a shirt. "Like what?"

"We can throw a party!"

I glance at her, pulling out a black shirt that's been washed one too many times, thanks to Clarity. But I'm glad it's the weekend, and I don't have to work. Suits are a fucking task to wear every day.

"A party?" I question. "We don't really have good luck at parties. If you haven't noticed."

"I know... but it will be here . We'll invite whoever we want. I'll invite Natalie and… um, just Natalie, actually," she almost sounds sad.

It's not bad that she has only one friend, but I wish she had more. I'm sure if she came across more people, they'd love her like I do. Though I had no choice, it was inevitable. It's impossible not to fall in love with this girl.

I walk closer to her. "And I can invite the guys. It can be a small party then. God knows they'll attend anything that includes alcohol and music."

She smiles and nods. "So yes? On Christmas Eve?"

I kiss her forehead. "Sounds like a plan."

She groans, and I furrow my eyebrows, looking at her wince. Her hand is on the side of her stomach, but as quickly as it happens, it is how quickly she straightens herself.

She goes to walk back to the bird, but I grab her hand. "Clarity, what's wrong with your stomach?" I slide my hand under her shirt against her stomach and rub my thumb on it.

She shakes her head. "It hurts sometimes, but I'm sure it's nothing." She tries to turn back to the bird.

"Clarity, fuck the bird for right now," I pull her back to face me. "What's wrong with my girl? Did I hurt you... last night?"

She shakes her head again. "No, not at all . You don't have to worry about me, Olias. It's probably just stomach ulcers."

I take her face in my hands. "You're my girlfriend. Fuck yeah, I'm going to worry about you, it's all I'll ever do. How do you know it's just stomach ulcers? It's been days. Maybe you should make a doctor's appointment."

She holds onto my hand, rolling her eyes. "Fine, I will, but you're overreacting. And when I come out of the doctor healthy as ever, you'll see."

I kiss her lips. "I'd rather you be healthy as ever than me be right.”