Page 17 of Stuck with the Grump

“No strings. While we are staying here, we can do what we want but when we go home, everything goes back to how it was.”

I nodded, though a pang of disappointment flooded through me. Did I want another relationship right now? No. But I would be lying if there wasn’t a small part of me that wondered what a long-term relationship with a man like him would be like.

“No strings.”

One moment we were inches apart, and the next, his hands were knotting in my hair and pulling my face closer. Our mouths worked against each other, our tongues fighting for dominance as I rocked back and forth against his cock, teasing him with my slit. I moaned as his lips left mine and started traveling down my neck.

He sucked and bit at my neck, drawing moans out of me as my climax built. His hands roamed up my sides to cup my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples as I cried out.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” I said, breathless as he dipped his head and drew a nipple into his mouth.

He licked and sucked while his fingers found my clit, circling slowly. I rocked my hips against his hand, trying to get some relief from the tension building. Clarke laughed and kissed his way to the other nipple, biting softly.

“Turn around,” he murmured, his lips pressed against my neck once more.

I spun around, sitting on his lap again as his arm wrapped around my body, his fingers coming down to my core once more. He chuckled, his other hand wrapped in my hair as he pulled my head back and started kissing my neck.

“You like that?” he said, his fingers plunging into me. I jerked against his hand, moaning as he bit a soft spot on my neck. “You’re so wet, baby, you must like that.”

He curled a finger, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm and pushing me over. I moaned, writhing against him as he continued to drive his fingers inside me, drawing out the orgasm.

“I want you to ride me,” he said, withdrawing his hand and reaching up to play with my nipples again. “Ride my cock until you make yourself come.”

“I didn’t bring condoms out here,” I said as I turned back around and straddled his lap. “I’m on an IUD, though.”

“I’m clean.”

“Me too,” I said before I sunk down on his cock. He stretched me, moaning as I started to move to a rhythm.

“Fucking hell, Leigh,” he said in a hoarse voice, his hips raising to deepen the angle. I started riding him, sinking down every time to take his entire cock.

Clarke groaned in pleasure which only encouraged me to ride him harder. My breasts jiggled from the movement, and he grunted appreciatively as he bucked his hips in rhythm with me.

I cried out and tightened my arms around his neck, feeling another orgasm building, the pleasure overpowering.

Clarke grabbed my hips, his fingers sinking into my soft flesh as he moved faster, chasing after his own release. I leaned back, reaching between us to play with my clit.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Clarke said, moving faster. He dipped his head to pull a nipple into his mouth, licking and biting until both nipples were pebbled.

I rubbed my clit faster as he thrust from under me, picking up his pace. I felt every inch of him gliding in and out and the ache built up in my core.

Stars started to dance around the edges of my vision and I cried out as I finally came apart on his cock. Clarke groaned and hammered into me, his fucking desperate until he reached his own orgasm, coming fast and hard.

His cock pulsed inside me and I moaned as I felt an echo of my orgasm return.

“I think we’re going to need another shower,” he said, his eyes hooded as he held me close.

I trembled and nodded, breathing heavily against his chest, still riding out the last waves of ecstasy.

“Sure, in just a minute,” I said.

He cupped my cheek with his hand, stroking my jawline with his thumb.

I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, taking in this perfect moment for just a little while longer.

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CLARKE

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