Clarke
I was making a mistake—but God, it was a beautiful one.
Avalon’s mouth, her touch, the way our lips found the same rhythm as if they’d been waiting for this moment… everything was familiar, yet somehow sharper. More urgent. More real.
Her hands gripped at me with a kind of hungry desperation, pulling me closer until there was no space left to breathe.
The barn was silent except for the ticking of the old clock and the soft, breathless sounds we made against each other.
She tasted exactly as she had four months ago — peppermint and longing.
She needed this. She needed me. And I needed her just as badly.
“Come with me,” I whispered against her flushed lips.
I stepped back just enough to look at her — really look at her. Her gray eyes were glazed over with the same heat that had gotten us into trouble the first time. She bit her bottom lip, letting it fall slowly, and nodded.
A pulse of want tightened low in my stomach.
I cupped her chin, brushing my thumb over her lip before kissing her again — soft, firm, claiming. A quiet sound escaped her, something between a sigh and a moan, and it nearly undid me.
I led her toward my bedroom. She followed without hesitation, her hands sliding over my hips, wordless but insistent.
The moment we reached the bed, she pushed me gently onto the baby-blue duvet, hovering over me with a look that was nothing short of ravenous. I’d seen that look before—in the dim light of her aunt’s club months ago— that raw, unfiltered hunger.
She kissed me again, deeper this time, and the world narrowed to the heat of her mouth and the way her body pressed against mine. Everything blurred into sensation — her breath, her hands, the soft drag of her lips along my jaw, the way she whispered my name like it was something sacred.
Clothes shifted. Skin met skin.
The room filled with the kind of quiet, breathless sounds that only happen when two people stop pretending.
Crushing her lips to mine, a low growl of pleasure rumbled through the other girl’s throat, vibrating through her entire body. With one hand, Avalon cupped one of my swollen breasts, pinching and pulling as her mouth wandered across my face and down my neck.
There were no words in my vocabulary to describe the immense amount of pleasure and arousal that coursed through my body. With every kiss, bite, and tug, I felt myself grow closer to climaxing.
“Let me taste you again,” Avalon groaned against my mouth, her hand slipping between us and brushing her thumb over my cotton panties, ever so slightly running across my pulsing clit in the process.
A loud, angst filled cry left my mouth and Avalon laughed. “Do you want me to beg this time, Clarke?” Her eyes lowered to my mouth which was no doubt hanging open like a trout and the steadily quickening speed at which my chest rose and fell.
“I-I…” My words fell short as I watched Avalon pull her oversized shirt over her head, leaving her chest bare. Almost as if I was in a dazed trance, my hand immediately cupped one of her swollen and round tits.
Pushing myself up from the bed, I slid my hand under her arm and around her back, pulling her onto me until she was straddling my hips. Keeping eye contact with her, I took her taut nipple into my mouth, earning a more than rewarding gasp from her lips.
Avalon’s eyes rolled upward as her head lolled back, humming with pleasure. Her fingers snaked through my hair, pulling my head away from her tit before claiming my mouth with her own.
“I’m so fucking wet right now,” she smiled into the kiss. “I want you to feel what you do to me.” Sitting back on my thighs, Avalon took one of my hands and trailed it over her nipples, moaning as I squeezed one.
“Feel me,” she whispered, pressing her lips to my temple, just beside my ear. With my hand still in hers, Avalon slipped them under the band of her little black shorts until they were met with the wet slickness of her pussy. “Do you feel that, Clarke? Do you feel how fucking wet you make me?”
In voiceless wonder, I slid my fingers up and down the wet folds of her pussy. In and out. Up and down. Over the clit.
“Clarke!” She cried out, clenching her walls around me as I curled my fingers upward, thrusting hard.
“Say it again,” I commanded, moving my head into her line of sight. “Say my name while you ride my fingers, Avalon. Can you do that for me?”
Avalon drew her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded eagerly. Taking one hand, she positioned my other on her hip before she began riding and grinding against my fingers.
“I like this side of you, Clarke,” she purred, her dark hair falling free from its loose wrap and spilling over her shoulders. Her hips never stopped moving as she rode me, nor did the bounce of her perky tits.
They were so perfect, tempting in all the right ways. Practically begging to be bitten. Played with. And who was I to deny them anything?
I ran my tongue over the pebbled skin, smiling to myself as Avalon’s eyelids fluttered and the walls of her pussy clenched tightly around my fingers.
“You remember what I told you about Texas Sweethearts, don’t you, Avalon? We’re not all pillow princesses.” My teeth bit down on her swollen nipple before she had time to form a response.
“Jesus fuck,” she moaned, covering the back of my head with her hand as I sucked and pulled at her flesh. In circular motions, Avalon rotated her hips; every once in a while lifting her thighs up before sinking back onto my fingers.
“I’m gonna come,” she moaned, her hair sticking to her face and eyes glazed over. Biting her lip and looking down at me, she nodded. “I’m going to—“ With a shuddering breath, she tightened her arm around my neck, pushing my face into her chest.
I smiled, taking her other tit between my teeth; biting and teasing, licking and pulling until Avalon was a moaning, sweaty mess in my arms.
She looked beautiful; with her hair spilling over her shoulders, eyes glossed over, pussy in my hands.
“You’re beautiful,” I said promptly and without thinking. Avalon’s eyes fluttered open, a look of confusion breaking through her features. “So fucking beautiful, especially like this.”
The look vanished, replaced by a cool smirk. Snaking her hands through my hair, she bent forward, her body stilling on my hand.
“Like what?” Her question was more like a purr; deep, throaty, and sensual. Her lips brushed over my skin in a teasing kissing; I could feel her breath, practically tasting her but not quite. I could tell she was trying to take control, something I wasn’t keen on giving up.
With a quick flick of my wrist, I pinched her swollen and pulsing clit; chuckling, I watched as Avalon’s body went tense and rigid, her grip in my hair tightening.
“Oh fuck me, Clarke!” She yelped almost breathlessly, and pulled my head backwards.
“Like that,” I smirked. “Needy and dripping on my fingers, screaming my name. Say it again.” I kissed the rapid pulse of her throat. “Say you want me to fuck you, Avalon.”