"lilac heaven" after your iphone eleven

When he opened the bedroom door, you gave him a sweet smile and greeted him, but he didn't reciprocate. His hair was slightly tangled and poofy, the way it got when he would run his hands through it and tug at the roots from stress. His eyes seemed sunken, and his face remained emotionless.

"Jack?" You tried to get his attention as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and faced him.

"Everything okay?"

He didn't respond at first. He just shook his head like he didn't want to hear the feeble attempts at small talk and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face as he looked at the floor.

You sit for a moment, watching as his steady breaths move his tense shoulders up and down. You want to know what's wrong, but you're also worried you'll make it worse. His mood swings were almost impossible to navigate, and no matter what you did, you almost always felt like it was your fault.

"Is there anything I can do, baby?" You ask, almost desperate to get a response from him.

He's still for a moment, almost like he's contemplating his next words before he drops his hand to his side and looks at you.

"Yeah, yeah there's something you can do,"

He finally speaks before his hand grabs the back of your neck firmly and pulls you off of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump. You let out a shocked gasp as your knees hit the old tattered carpet around your bed. You can feel the hard wood underneath pressing into your bones.

You turn your face to look up at him as he pulls you closer to his groin. His hand tightens in your hair as he grinds your mouth against his rough jeans. You whimper as he looks down at you, his expression still blank as his hard cock presses against your lips.

"How about we put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use, hmm?" He asks as his grip tightens slightly.

This isn't how you expected tonight to go, but you weren't going to protest. You knew how he was when he got in these moods, and a deep twisted part of you loved that he wanted you to make him feel better.

He was going to be rough, and it was going to hurt, but you didn't care at that point. Him fucking your face until you were a crying sobbing mess was better than him wordlessly baracading himself in his studio all night, and leaving you to sleep alone while he sulked.

You nod against his crotch as you part your lips and run your tongue across the coarse fabric.

Jack wastes no time as he pulls your head back and holds it against the edge of the bed by your hair, and uses his other hand to open his belt and pull his pants and boxers down just enough to release his aching cock.

He grips his base tightly as he presses his leaking head against your lips. You can feel him pulse against you already, his tip red and swollen as his hips rock against you.

"Open," He demands. No tenderness or sweet coaxing words.

Your lips part, and he shoves past them roughly. You have no time to adjust as his girth stretches the corners of your lips painfully. You whimper, but he doesn't stop.

His head drops, and his hair hangs in front of his face. His eyes are screwed tightly shut as he pushes deeper and deeper. You can feel his grip in your hair tighten as his other hand snakes under your jaw, and he presses his finger into your cheeks on either side to keep your mouth open.

Tears already fill your eyes as you feel him push against the back of your throat. He stops for a moment, his hand shaking as he grips your jaw before he pulls back and then slides his hips forward again.

You try to take a deep breath through your nose, but he's already cutting off your air and pushing down your throat again.

You try to relax. You know if you tense, it'll make it worse, but it's difficult as you feel your nose press against his lower stomach. The hair at the base of his shaft presses against your nose, and you look up at him tearfully.

Jacks lips are parted as he lets out a small groan. His eyes are open as he stares down at your mouth. His face is still void of any emotion besides the slight furrow to his brow.

You feel him pull back again, almost pulling out fully before slamming back against your tightening muscles.

You gag at the sudden abuse, and you try to pull away. Jacks hand releases your jaw, and you feel a hard smack against your cheek.

It's quick and painful. If it wasn't for the stinging heat in your cheek, you could convince yourself it didn't actually happen.

You look up at him, your wide, teary eyes desperate for forgiveness as he grabs your jaw again.

"Stay still," Is all he says before he forces himself into your throat again.

He starts to pick up a rhythm with his thrusts. Each time he pulls back, you try to suck air through your nose before he's choking you again.

As much as you try, you can't stop yourself from gagging. Tears are pouring down your cheeks, and your sinuses are starting to drip. It becomes increasingly harder to breathe, and you place your hands against his thighs to stop him from going too deep.

He uses your head to rock it back and forth, still forcing you to go deeper. You keep your jaw slack and try to force yourself to swallow, but it makes you gag again, and you try to push his legs back.

You hear a slight huff leave his lips before he smacks your hands away and takes a step forward. You try to protest, but his hand runs through the front of your hair as he holds your head back against the bed. His nails scrapping against your scalp send shivers down spine.

Jack releases your jaw and uses his hand to brace his weight on the mattress as he lifts his right leg and places his knee against the edge of the bed.

You feel his thigh press against your cheek, the seam of his jeans digging painfully into your cheek as he thrusts into your mouth.

You let out a cry that's muffled from his cock forcing its way down your tensing throat. His pace becomes relentless as he starts shoving you all the way down to the base.

"Is it really that fucking hard to just sit still?" He groans as he thrusts into your mouth again.

You gag around him, your vision blurred as you reach up and grab his thighs once more, but you don't push him away. You claw at the fabric, but he doesn't relent.

You can feel your saliva dripping down your chin and neck, soaking the front of your shirt as you groan and choke on Jack's cock.

Tears soak your hairline as he runs his hands through your roots and looks down at you.

"You don't listen. You never listen. No one... no one ever fucking listens," He grunts as he continues. You can feel him twitching in your throat as he spills his anger. You knows it's not because of you, but his words create a strange tension in your chest that causes the tears to pour faster.

His movements are rough, almost hateful, and animalistic as he loses regard for your well-being and comfort.

You gag once more. This time is worse than the last, and your body reacts without warning. You try to pull away from him again, but you feel his hand on your cheek.

Your eyes look up at him as he touches you, but the second you make eye contact, he pulls his hand away and smacks you again.

You whine and close your eyes, and when you open them, he smacks you again.

Your sobs are still muffled around him. Unable to cry or protest against his abuse.

"All you have to do is take it and you can't even do that right," He groans as he lifts the hand that's holding his weight, and slides it between his thighs, and wraps it around your throat.

You take in a broken, stuttering inhale through your stuffy nose as you feel the pressure. He doesn't choke you, but he applies pressure to the front of your neck, pushing your esophagus in so he can feel his cock sliding in and out of your throat.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He asks as he pushes against your throat a little harder. "You wanna make me feel better?"

He looks down at you, waiting for any type of reaction so you give a small nod, as much movement as you can manage.

"Then let me use your worthless holes and stop fucking complaining,"

You can't deny it. His words turn you on so much it's painful. You squirm beneath him in a desperate attempt to feel any friction against your own jeans.

You yelp as he slams against your throat again.

Your jaw aches, and the corners of your mouth burn from stretching around him. His hand snakes to the back of your head, lifting it away from the mattress and forcing it against his groin.

At the slightly bent angle, he completely cuts off your air when he pushes all the way back. You start to panic, smacking his leg to get his attention, but he doesn't stop.

You try to pull away again, and he brings his hand up from your throat. You flinch, expecting to feel the familiar sting across your cheek, and you close your eyes in anticipation.

They quickly shoot open as you feel Jack's fingers pinch your nose closed, cutting off your breathing completely.

"You wish you listened now, huh?" He groans through clenched teeth before he bites his lip, trying to contain his sadistic smile.

You look up at him fearfully, but he shows no sign of mercy. His thrusts become more sporadic and vigorous.

"There you go, baby, that's it...that's it doll," He grunts against you.

The pressure starts to build up around your temples, and your body begins to panic. You claw at his thighs, and your feet start kicking against the floor as you try to create any kind of distance between your bodies, but it's useless.

He pushes all the way in, smashing your nose against his groin as the convulsing of your throat causes him to reach his orgasm.

The hand that's holding your hair tightens and shakes as you feel his cock swell in your throat and pulse as hot cums squirts into your mouth. He's so deep you don't even taste it, but you can feel it.

He stays there until every last drop is gone, and the pressure in your head makes you feel like you're going to pass out.

When Jack pulls away, you suck air into your lungs so quickly it burns. You cough and gag against the sensation as your chest heaves.

After a few deep breaths, you rest your weight against the bed and look up at him as you pant.

He releases you to tuck his cock back into his boxers before he gently places his hand against your cheek again.

Your lips are parted. Swollen and puffy red as you look up at him once more. His thumb circles your cheek in a silent "You okay?" And you nod. Neither of you exchanged a word as he buttons his jeans and helps you lay in bed.

He lays next to you, his arms wrapping around you as his face presses into the back of your neck.

"You're so good to me," He says quietly against your ear.

Mr. Thurlow was your history professor, you seemed to be acing all of your classes except his. Everyone wondered why such a smart student was failing history, but you knew why, you were distracted. You had developed a crush on your teacher. You didn’t realize this but your professor had noticed the way you stared at him extra long, and the way you scattered your notebooks with hearts.

Your parents scolded you as they received another email from your professor saying you needed to hand in extra credit to pass. He told his parents he’d begin to tutor you at his house for extra credit so you could pass. 

The first day of your tutoring you arrived nervously at his house as you knocked on the door. Jack answered wearing a white button-down with black trousers. He invited you in with a smile as he brushed his long hair away from his face. He invited you to sit on his couch as he brought out some textbooks. He sat close to you as he explained the material. His hand moved to your thigh as you filled in a quiz for him. You handed back and he smiled as you only got one answer wrong, he responded by squeezing your thigh as he marked it a 90%. 

“ You’re such a smart girl, why are you failing my class sweetheart? ” Jack’s hand stroked your thigh pushing against the hem of your skirt as he looked into your eyes.

The way his eyes met my eyes made me feel drenched between my thighs, “ I- I just get distracted I suppose. ”

“ Distracted by what princess? ” Jack knew exactly what he was doing as his hand massaged your thigh under your skirt. “ Do I make you distracted ? ” Jack leaned in closer making a chill run down your back as his breath tickled your neck.

“ You- you make me distracted, ” I stuttered over my words as I looked into his now deep blue eyes.

His lips connected with your neck as his hand moved up to massage your breast through your top. His teeth nipped at your neck moving down to your collarbone as he whispered sweet things against your soft skin. 

“ You want me to keep going sweetheart? ” He looked up at you as he began pulling up your shirt. 

“ I want you- please Mr. Thurlow..” My voice was full of need as he slid off my shirt.

Jack smiled at your words as he slid off your shirt as he peppered your collarbone in soft gentle kisses. Without warning he bent you over his lap as he pushed up your skirt revealing your soaking panties. His fingers trailed over the wet spot on your panties. “ We’re going to play a game princess, I’m gonna ask questions and for everyone you get wrong you’ll get a slap. ” He made sure to punctuate his sentence with a sharp slap to your ass. 

He began to ask you a series of questions making sure to leave a red hand print on your ass when you answered incorrectly. When tears started to slide down your cheeks, he pulled his hand away and sat you up as he wiped your tears away with his thumb. He pressed a tender kiss to your lips as he picked you up and brought you up to his bedroom. He laid you ever so gently on the bed as he pulled off the rest of your clothes followed by him undressing as well. You couldn’t help but stare at his lean physique. He crawled on top of you as he kissed your skin murmuring soft praises into it as he made his way down your body.

“ Has anyone done this for you before, ” Jack pressed soft kisses to your inner thigh as his fingers prodded at your entrance. 

A satisfied moan slipped from your lips as his fingers pushed into your tight cunt. He pressed a kiss to your clit before sucking on it greedily as his fingers pumped in and out of you slowly. Lewd noises slipped from your lips as your hips rolled against his hand. He withdrew his fingers slowly as his tongue began to lap at your folds. You moaned louder at the feeling of his tongue pushing inside of you. He held your hips down as he lapped at your soaked folds alternating between sucked and licking. He could tell you were getting close as he pushed his fingers back into you. He curled his fingers inside of you making you come completely undone. He licked up the mess before moving back up on the bed kissing you deeply, sliding his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself on his tongue. You watched as he moved over to grab a condom from his bedside table, ripping it open with his teeth before rolling it onto his hardened cock. 

“ Have you done this before sweetheart, ” his voice was soft and gentle as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“ No- I haven’t, ” I was a bit embarrassed to admit that I was still a virgin, but it didn’t seem to bother Jack. 

He moved on top of you carefully positioning his cock at your entrance, “ It might hurt princess. ”

You nodded as you let him hold your hand interlocking your fingers with his. He slowly pushed the head of his cock in before slowly pushing in the rest stretching you open. He whispered soft praises against your lips as he pushed in the rest of the way.

“ Does it hurt baby? ” You shook your head as you looked up at him.

He slowly began rocking his hips against yours as you both let out lewd noises. He began to speed up his thrusts as he moaned your name. 

“ Fuck- taking me so well princess- ” He punctuated each of his words with a thrust of his hips.

His hand moved to grip your thigh, hoisting your leg up onto his shoulder as he pushed deeper into you. He slammed into you harder than before as he grew closer to his Climax. Jack slammed into you as you both came in sync with one another. He rolled off of you disposing of the condom, before pulling you close to him gently stroking your hair as he praised you.

“ I think you’ll need another lesson tomorrow. ” You giggled as he kissed you.

You and Clyde had been going out for sometime now. You both had been sneaking around. You hadn’t really done anything more than kiss one another, until you got a call in the middle of the night. 

“ Mm- hello..? ” My voice was groggy as the phone ringing woke me from a deep sleep.

“ Shit- did I- wake you, I just can’t sleep-.”

I could hear the breathiness of his voice followed by the soft sound of skin hitting skin. “ Clyde- why can’t you sleep, ” my words were gentle and followed by a yawn.

“ Fuck Y/n/n- I just needed to hear you, ” small moans interupted his sentence as he sped up his movements.

As I began to become more awake it became obvious what Clyde was doing. Clyde was touching himself to my voice. “ Clyde are you touchin’ yourself right now? ”

Clyde’s cheeks heated up and a pink tint covered as he realized he’d been caught. “Yes- mm’ sorry baby.. ” 

A blush crept on to my cheeks as I thought of Clyde touching himself to the thought of me. “ I- I’m not upset baby, ” my hands were trailing down to my panties as I listened to his quiet gentle voice while he apologized. “ I wanna see you, ” my voice grew needier as my fingers rubbed slow circles on my clit.

“ You want to see me baby, ” his hand began to move up and down his shaft faster as he let out soft moans.

“ Please- just let me see you- please, ” I was practically whining into the phone as my fingers pushed into my needy cunt. I moved my phone away from my ear as I propped it up on a pillow before I switched on my camera.

Clyde’s eyes immediately locked on his phone screen as he watched your fingers pump in and out of your cunt. Clyde quickly turned on his camera, his hands fumbling as he tried to prop it up. You watched as your screen was displaying Clyde stroking his cock while his hips bucked up into his hand.  Your movements matched the speed of his hand while you moaned in unisom. Clyde’s eyes were glued on the screen as he watched your back arch as you curled your fingers, hitting the perfect spot inside yourself.  

“ Baby- you gonna’ cum for me? Gonna’ cum all over those pretty fingers for me, ” his movements grew more desperate as he neared his high. 

You moaned Clyde’s name over and over like a mantra as you began to come undone, you felt your cunt squeeze your finger as you came around them. Clyde’s high followed soon after as his cum spurted from his cock covering his hand as he stroked himself slowly. Once he pulled his hand away his shaft was glistening with his cum. You both cleaned yourself off as you got comfortable in your beds. 

“ Can we stay on the phone, ” Clyde asked a bit hesitantly thinking you’d say no. 

You nodded in response as you looked at him through the screen. You both fell asleep together as you felt the drowsiness from coming down from your highs.

Thing's have changed a bit in the Lafferty family since their father took ill. The boys had really stepped up and started trying to incorporate a few different things into the day to day which most were on board with but not all. Dan seemed to convince them that he was speaking directly with the lord and he would be able to carry them all into the new world order. One in which there were no taxes or justice system. One where they could all have many wives and continue to grow their family name to spread across state lines.

Y/n just tried to keep her head down and stay out of the way as tensions started to grow between. Brenda was the newest addition to the family and had seemed to be butting heads already with the others. She was a topic of conversation most nights between the wives. Y/n made sure to keep her mouth shut and play Switzerland as long as possible to avoid upsetting anyone.

When the phone rang, she knew it was Samuel summoning Sara for a task because that was the system they had worked out. Sara had felt faint all morning and Y/n insisted she lie down for a while so she could care for the kids and the house. Y/n grabbed a tray of drinks and snacks and carried it down the steps to where they were all working intently on pamphlets that they planned to distribute among the community.

"Where is Sara?" Samuel spoke up confused to see Y/n coming down the steps.

"She's not feeling well today. I told her she should lie down for a bit and rest." Y/n explained. She smiled at his brother Robin as he took the glass of lemonade gratefully.

"So you think you can give her permission to rest?" Samuel's words made Y/n pause.

"No, I merely suggested-"

"You don't get to make suggestions. If she wants to take a nap in the middle of the day then she must ask my permissions. There are far too many things she could be doing instead of lazing about in bed." Samuel scolded. Y/n was surprised by his tone. She hadn't seen this side of him often and on the rare occasion that she did, she had never been on the receiving end of it.

"She is ill, Samuel." Y/n tried again to explain but he clenched his jaw.

"Did you happen to get your medical license while washing dishes and I just wasn't aware?" Samuel asked crossing his arms over his chest and some of the others chuckled. Y/n shook her head and grabbed the empty tray from the table to take back upstairs. She remained silent as she started to clean the tray off and when she felt a hand on her hip she batted it away.

"It's just me." Samuel said quietly.

"Yes I know it's you. I'm busy." Y/n didn't look at him when she said it and he took the tray from her hands and pulled her by the elbow to the bathroom before closing the door behind himself.

"What's gotten into you?" Samuel asked with genuine curiosity. Y/n looked at him like he was oblivious.

"I don't appreciate being scolded for no reason in front of your family and I certainly don't appreciate you disregarding Sara's health. She's your wife, the mother of your children and a very good friend of mine. I was merely trying to help-" Samuel put his hands on her arms.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken my stress out on you. You are right to be upset about my disregard for Sara. How is she?" He asked rubbing up and down her arms. He could tell she was slowly coming back around just by his touch.

"She's nauseated and exhausted. She could be pregnant or just ate something that didn't agree with her." Y/n said keeping her eyes on the floor.

"Pregnant...well wouldn't that be a true blessing." Samuel tucked some of her hair behind her ear and she finally looked at him.

"Next time you want to make fun of me, I'd prefer it not be with such a crowd." She muttered.

"Can I make it up to you? I'm so incredibly sorry for being so rude to you. Please let me show you how sorry I am." Samuel sunk to his knees slowly in front of her, making sure to keep his eyes locked on hers.

"Samuel..." Y/n was ready to protest until he took the waist of her skirt and slide it to her ankles. Her white cotton undies were damp as he buried his face between her legs, taking in her scent. Y/n closed her eyes as she gripped the back of his head, using his ponytail as a handle when he carefully pulled her panties down.

"What if one of your brothers comes looking-" Samuel put his arm under Y/n's legs and brought both of her knees to either side of his head so her legs could rest over his shoulders as he started eating her out. Y/n bit her lip so hard, she tasted the tang of blood in her mouth.

"S-Samuel." Her moan came out in a whisper as he shook his head between her folds, licking and sucking while maintain his eyes on her.

"Oh-fff." Y/n almost let her pleasure get the better of her but Samuel's head picked up.

"Say it. Let me hear your sins sweetheart." Samuel licked a long strip from the bottom of her cunt to the top of her clit and Y/n gripped his ponytail once again.

"Fuck...oh fuck. Please don't stop." She pushed her hips into his face and he went back to torturing her clit and probing his tongue into her pussy until he could taste her release and feel the squeeze of her knees around his head. She cried out a whimper as he continued to tease her swollen clit even after he knew she had reached her release, legs jumping with each pass.

"You taste heavenly." He took one last lick before carefully placing her legs back onto the bathroom tile, letting her get her bearings before get back to his feet. He helped her slip back into her panties, making sure to pat the wet spot with his fingertips.

"Do you forgive me?" He asked putting his hands on her hips, watching her in the mirror as she held onto the sink to collect herself. She looked at his reflection and smiled.

"On one condition." She smirked making Samuel chuckle.

"And what condition is that?" She turned around and looked at him, his hair out of place from how aggressively she pulled on it and the shine of his lips from collecting her juices.

"I want a kiss." She said sweetly making Samuel's chest warm. Something so innocent as a kiss following what he had just done to her reminded him how completely precious she was. He stepped closer to her, putting his hands on her face as he brought her lips to his. She rested her hands atop his and kissed him back with such passion, Samuel almost forgot where he was for a moment.

"Hey Sam! You gonna eat this sandwich or what?" He heard Dan yell from the other side of the door and Samuel pulled out of the kiss to stare at Y/n.

Charlie groaned and reached forward to grab his glass of rum and coke as another character onscreen gurgled and choked on the blood filling their mouth.

“This drinking game was a terrible idea, I’m not gonna be able to stand by the time this is done,” you said with a giggle. The sound was like music to Charlie and he felt his face getting hot. 

As he placed his glass back on the coffee table, Charlie caught a glimpse of your cellphone, displaying a new text message.

“I can hear you guys out there, can you just shut up or make out or something omg”

Charlie’s stomach heaved. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was the irresponsible amount of rum he’d had, or the realisation that your roommate was on the other side of the wall behind him, or utter terror at the thought of attempting to put the moves on you. Maybe it was all three. He kept his eyes glued to the TV and tried to breathe deeply as he felt the room start to spin. 

He’d pictured it countless times, how he wanted this date with you to go. First, he’d arrive at your apartment a few minutes later than the agreed 7pm (so as not to appear too eager), with a bottle of Captain Morgan and two pizzas, one cheese and one pepperoni. Second, you’d sit on the couch side by side and watch some low-budget “hidden gem” horror movie from your DVD collection and take a sip of your drinks every time a character dies. Third, as the liquor gave him the confidence boost he needed, he’d place a hand on your thigh. Maybe you’d scoot over and snuggle into his side as he put his arm around your shoulder. Then, as the credits roll, he’d turn to face you, bring his hand up and gently stroke his thumb across your cheek, lean in and press his lips to yours. He’d kiss you tentatively at first, allowing you to push it further. Then, he’d move to place kisses along your jaw, down your neck, across your collarbone to the peak of your shoulder.

His plan played out perfectly, right up until step three. 

In his fantasy, he’d failed to consider that your drinking game would get him dizzyingly drunk and the pizza he’d eat to soak up the alcohol would make his breath stink of garlic and pepperoni. More importantly, he’d failed to consider how nervous he would be when it came time to make a move. 

“Well, I know it’s no Citizen Kane but I love it,” you said of the movie as the closing credits rolled. Charlie chuckled lightly, still staring straight ahead at the TV. 

“Charlie?” you whispered. “You wanna head home soon? It’s like, nine o’clock and we have an 8am lecture tomorrow-“

“N-no! I mean, uhm, I’d like to hang out a little longer. That’s if you don’t mind, I can go now if you need to go to bed,” Charlie spoke with an edge of panic in his voice.

“Charlie, relax. I’m not kicking you out.” You shuffled to close the gap between your thigh and his, allowing your head to tilt over and rest on his shoulder for a moment. You took a deep breath through your nose before sighing, “Jesus, I’ve got the worst fuckin’ spins. I’m gonna grab a glass of water. You want one?”

“Yes, please,” Charlie mumbled as he nodded.

As you stood up and made your way to the tiny kitchen, he wiped his damp palms on his jeans before hurriedly combing his fingers through his hair. 

Come on, man. Get it together. They want you. Don’t fuck it up.

You returned with two large glasses full of water which you placed on the coffee table between the empty pizza boxes. Charlie picked up the glass you placed closer to him and chugged steadily, wanting to sober himself up just enough to ensure he wouldn’t vomit on your lap. Once he finished, he returned his glass to the table and took a second to catch his breath. You were eyeing him curiously, amused by the determined expression he wore. The reflection of the DVD menu in his eyes, the way his curls hung around his face, the rise and fall of his chest as he psyched himself up, everything about him in that moment was irresistible. 

You climbed over and straddled his lap. His breathing hitched and he looked at you with wide eyes. He shuddered as your cool hand touched the back of his neck. You gently tugged at his hair, making him gasp lightly. His lips parted and you couldn’t take it anymore. You wrapped your other arm around his shoulder and pulled him in, finally connecting your lips with his. His hands grasped your waist and he groaned quietly into the kiss. 

Eventually you pulled away, breathless. 

“Charlie,” you panted, “we have an 8am lecture tomorrow.”

“Fuck it,” he replied. “Let’s just skip.”

You raised an eyebrow in disbelief and he took your moment of shock as an opportunity to lay you down on the couch, his hands on either side of your head. As you gazed up at him, he felt his stomach twist but this time he knew it wasn’t the rum or nerves. He needed you badly and he could sense that you needed him too.

Both you and Clyde were sitting on your bed. His arm was around your shoulder as you watched a movie, the light flashing from the television screen being the only light illuminating the room. Clyde looked over at you, admiring the way the light from the television lit up your face. He caught himself staring longer than intended, making him quickly turn away when he realized you caught him staring. 

“ Are you bored, ” I turned to face him, his arm sliding off my shoulder. “ We can do something else if you want. ”

“ We could play a game. ”

“ What game, ” my voice had an amused tone as you smiled. 

“ What about truth or dare? ”

The game started out innocent with some small dares and small secrets. You both were laughing and giggling as the game went on. You had dared Clyde to take off his shirt, and without thinking he dared you to take off yours. You both were sitting shirtless with a blush covering your cheeks. Clyde tried to cover up his lap as he felt himself growing hard. Your eyes moved down to the bulge in his pants as he tried to cover himself. 

“ Clyde- are you hard, ” it made me giggle that simply being shirtless made him hard. 

His cheeks flushed a dark shade of pink as he covered himself with his shirt. Your hands pulled away his shirt as you looked up at him. You slowly unbuckled his belt and dropped it on the floor letting it clatter to the ground. Clyde let out a shaky breath as you buttoned his pants. He lifted his hips so you could pull down his jeans. You looked down at his cock straining against his boxers. Your lips met his as your hand trailed into his boxers. He groaned as he felt your hand wrap around his cock stroking him slowly. He hastily pushed his boxers down desperate to watch you touch him. Clyde’s head fell back as you stroked his cock. You moved between his legs bringing the head of his cock into your mouth eliciting a low groan from Clyde. His hands clutched the blankets underneath him as you took more of him into your mouth. Soft whimpers and curses passed his lips as you bobbed your head at a slow teasing pace. His cock was leaking with pre-cum as you moved your head faster up and down his shaft. 

“ Fuck.. I- I’m gonna cum, ” his voice was ragged as he watched you increase your pace. 

He let out a loud groan as his cum shot down your throat. You slowly pulled away as he finished. Clyde was out of breath as his chest rose and fell quickly. You brushed his hair from his face as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.