neverinadream

you drag him inside by the wrist, ignoring his grin, and shove him onto a kitchen island barstool because you’re the only one responsible enough to notice that his shoulders are glowing red. clayton sits there in nothing but damp swim trunks, half-laughing, half-hissing, arms split wide like he’s still gearing up to tackle his buddies. “baby, you’re so gentle,” he says in a husky whisper, eyes eating you alive. “gonna treat me real nice some more?” he’s staring at your pale yellow bikini, tiny knots tied at your hips, breasts slick from the heat. he licks his lips, looking like he wants to swallow you whole, but you ignore it.

“shut up,” you mutter, unscrewing the aloe bottle with more force than necessary. “you ignored me all day. i was sitting there on the lounger looking cute and you were too busy showing off those stupid trick shots for your friends.” you squeeze a generous amount into your palm, and he groans, head tipping back at the cold touch before it even hits his skin. you watch him with a pout, rubbing the gel across his broad chest in slow, careful strokes.

his sunburn makes him hiss, needs no explanation. he lifts his head, eyes dark, pinning you with a gaze that screams hunger. “i missed you,” he says softly, hands sliding to your waist because he can’t not touch you. “i could see you out the corner of my eye the whole time. i wanted to come over every second.”

“you didn’t,” you say flatly, though your cheeks heat at the way his thumbs stroke the curve of your waist, barely skimming the ribbon of your bikini bottom. “you just kept laughing with them, flexing, pretending you’re the shit.”

“i am the shit,” he says with a smirk, then winces when your fingers press into a tender spot on his shoulder. “ow. take pity on me, baby. i really did miss you.” he leans forward, nuzzling your collarbone, breathing you in. “you smell like coconut. been making me crazy. you’re all shiny. couldn’t focus.”

“mm-hm,” you mutter, massaging aloe over his collarbones, around his neck, down his arms. “if you missed me, you should’ve shown it earlier.” you drag your nails gently over his chest just to hear the sharp inhale. he groans, knees spreading instinctively, hands roaming up and down your sides. “instead you let the sun roast you while you ignored your girlfriend.”

“i’ll make it up to you,” he promises, voice dropping. he squeezes your ass, pulling you closer until you’re standing between his knees, chest brushing his face. “let me prove it.” his head dips, lips parting, teeth grazing the top of your breast. you swat the back of his head.

“stop,” you chide, though your breath hitches when his tongue flicks out. “i’m trying to fix your stupid burn.” you squeeze more aloe into your hands, the cold gel shining on your fingers. you spread it over his shoulders, tracing the inflamed lines with a gentle touch. his muscles jump under your palms. “you know, if you’d just listened when i said to put on sunscreen, this wouldn’t hurt so bad.”

“couldn’t listen,” he says, voice muffled against your cleavage. he keeps trying to tug the bikini top down with his teeth, hampered by your stern glare. “you were distracting me. sitting there with your legs crossed, chewing on that straw, looking like candy.” he nips at you again, sucking lightly until you squeak and push him back. he laughs, fingers tightening on your hips. “you mad?”

“yes,” you say, rubbing aloe along his biceps, watching how the green gel shines against his sun-flushed skin. “i wanted you to come lie with me. maybe i could’ve rubbed you down before you turned into a lobster.” you roll your eyes dramatically. “instead you were giggling with the boys like a teenage girl.”

he groans, pressing his forehead against your sternum. “baby,” he drawls, voice thick with affection. “please don’t call me a teenage girl.” his hands curl under your bikini straps, tugging them gently. “let me apologize properly. let me take you out of this.” he mouths at your stomach, biting lightly, and you shiver. “i promise i’ll make you feel better than aloe ever could.”

“you’re not tearing this bikini,” you warn, rubbing his forearms carefully. “if you rip another top with your teeth again, you owe me three new ones.”

his eyes spark. “done. let me be bad.” he leans back, giving you puppy eyes that contrast with the feral way he’s gripping your thighs. “please? i was out there thinking about your pussy all day. need to taste it.”

“you need to stop being horny for two seconds,” you say, though your voice wobbles because his mouth has migrated to your ribs, sucking along the curve, leaving wet spots. you tug his hair gently, forcing him to look up. “you’re seriously sunburnt. can you just sit still and let me fix you?”

“i’ll sit still if you sit on my face later,” he bargains. “i’m dying. please.” he kneads your ass with more insistence, thumbs pressing into the small of your back. he’s so touchy it’s almost ridiculous; every second his hands are sliding somewhere new, hooking under your bikini strings, gripping your thighs, squeezing your waist, tracing your spine. you sigh, trying to act annoyed, but the corners of your mouth tilt up.

“how are you so needy?” you ask, smoothing aloe down his torso. “you literally spent hours with your best friends.”

“they’re not you,” he says simply. “i can’t get hard looking at them.” he bites a path up your side, sucking a bruise under your ribs. you squeal. “they don’t smell like this. they don’t have this waist. they don’t have a pussy i’m obsessed with.” he groans, licking off a stray streak of aloe from your wrist. “you’re the only person i want to touch. i don’t even care how burnt i am.” he kisses the inside of your elbow, then your wrist, working his way down your arm like you’re dessert.

you shake your head, but your fingers soften against his skin. “you could’ve told me that when you were busy trash-talking your friends,” you grumble. “instead you kept ignoring me when i waved.”

“i saw you waving,” he says. “i waved back with my eyes.” you laugh despite yourself, smacking his chest lightly. he yelps, then grins. “i waved mentally. i was in the middle of beating them.” he kisses your sternum again, nosing at the dip between your breasts. “now i’m free. now i wanna make it all about you.”

you press your palm to his throat, not hard, just enough to push him back. “you such a handful,” you mutter, but the affection in your voice is obvious. “go take a cold shower after this.”

“only if you come with me,” he replies instantly. “if you don’t, i’ll stand outside the door and whine.” his hands slip lower, fingers curling under the string at your hip. “i wasted a whole day without touching you. i’m making up for lost time.” he pulls you closer, presses a kiss to your navel, and then bites it lightly. you gasp.

“clayton,” you warn.

“what? i’m being good.” he looks up innocently, but his eyes are blown, dark with lust. “i’m sitting here, letting you rub aloe on me, not throwing you over my shoulder like i want.” he takes one of your hands, kisses your knuckles, then sucks your index finger into his mouth. you shiver, legs wobbling. “if i was being bad, your bikini would already be on the floor.” he lets your finger go with a pop, smirking. “see? restraint.”

“barely,” you mutter, though you’re smiling now, cheeks flushed. you finish massaging aloe into his shoulders, then set the bottle down with a sigh. “there. you’re gooped up. stay inside for the rest of the day.”

“only if you sit on my lap,” he counters immediately. “i want you here.” he pats his thigh, eyes pleading. “c’mon, baby. please.”

you roll your eyes and climb onto his lap, straddling him, ignoring his triumphant grin. the warm gel transfers to your thighs where they press against his skin, and he hisses, grabbing your ass. “fuck, you’re perfect,” he says, voice raw. “look at you. my little nurse. my angel.” he kisses you, slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours.

“you’re still in trouble,” you murmur between kisses. “you ignored me.”

“i know,” he says, pulling back just enough to look at you. “i’m sorry.” he kisses your cheek, soft and sincere. “i get competitive and forget everything else. it’s dumb.” he nuzzles your jaw. “you looked so pretty today. i should’ve been glued to your chair.”

“This is bad. This is bad. This is really, really bad,” Cassie mutters under her breath, catching the whimper in the back of her throat and swallowing it down as you carve a path down her neck, feeling her pulse flutter beneath your lipstick-smudged lips.

“So tell me to stop and I will,” you tell her, the subtle curve of your mouth imprinting onto her neck, before continuing to kiss down the column of her throat when a refusal doesn't come. She whimpers as you lick, suck and brandish her with your mark.

You had her pressed up against the small sink, the faint smell of the whiskey Cassie had been drinking and her floral scented perfume filling your nose. Her camisole had been pulled up to make room for the hand you had pushed down her pants, applying pressure to the damp patch that had formed on her simple grey cotton undies.

God, she would've picked something sexier if she had known she was going to have the babysitter's hand down them tonight.

“I shouldn't want this as much as I do,” she says, forcing herself to look over at the door, a glimpse of the lock in place calming her anxiety of you being caught together, “you're Harrison's babysitter.”

“Good observation, Dr McKay,” you smirk, teasing out a soft gasp as you push harder on the wet spot, pushing it between her folds and feeling her clit through the much-loved but thinning material. Her hips jerk as you do it again. “All of this is perfectly legal, if that's what worries you,” you hum, toying with the waistband with your thumb, running it across from side to side, “I'm twenty-two.”

“Surprisingly, your age isn't the thing that matters here.”

“So what is it, sweetheart?" You tilt your head to the side, swiping your tongue across your lips. Her eyes follow the movement and you smile. “What's gonna stop me from making you come right here?”

“You're Harrison's babysitter,” Cassie repeats, bracing her hand on the edge of the sink, her knees buckling as you run your knuckle over her panties, tracing the line of her slit. “He can't find out about this.”

“Well, luckily, I don't spill all my secrets to your kid,” you chuckle, nudging the strap of her top and kissing the skin underneath. You repeat the same with the other side, Cassie's breath hitching as you remove your hand from the front of her pants, using both hands to push the straps off her shoulders. She has no bra on and you had been looking at the outline of her nipples for the last few minutes of your conversation before pulling her into the cramped toilet. “Tonight I'm not Harrison's babysitter; tonight I'm just some girl in a bar, who was interested in you enough to buy you a drink.”

Cassie closes her eyes and mulls it all over, subtracting and adding in the pros and cons, trying to figure out a solution that doesn't end up extremely messy. You were young - something she had criticised Chad for in the past - and her kid's babysitter, but you were also both adults, capable enough of making your own decisions. Finally, she nods, opening her eyes to find you smiling.

“Good.” You exhale a breath, steadying your hands as you ease down her top, licking your lips as you see her for the first time. Gone were the nights of you touching yourself to the memory of that green swimsuit she wore to Harrison's pool party, now you had the real thing. “I've been dying to get my mouth on these pretty tits.”

A dark blush creeps up Cassie's neck.

You roll your thumb over her left nipple and blow hot air over the other, just enough to tease her.

Her head rolls back as you drop your mouth around her nipple, flicking and dragging your tongue across it, making her whine out into the small bathroom. Thankfully, the music was loud, and only anyone standing right outside the door would have heard her. You suck hard before pulling off and dragging your mouth across to the other, doing the same.

“That's it,” Cassie encourages, holding tight to the back of your neck, “just like that.”

“Quickly changed your tone from a few minutes ago,” you tease, much preferring the praise coming from the older woman's lips. You cup her pussy through her jeans and she jerks her hips. “Want me to touch you?”

She nods her head enthusiastically.

You sink your teeth into her nipple and she yelps. “Say it.”

The blush on her cheeks darkens. “Touch me.”

“Where?” You pepper a kiss across the top of her breasts, her skin soft and faintly smelling of soap. Just touching her makes you dizzy. “Here?” You kiss her left nipple and give the right a pinch, Cassie whimpering at the fleeting sharp pain that fizzles up her spine.

“No,” she whimpers, grinding herself into your hand, “there.”

The corner of your mouth curves in a lopsided smirk Cassie would've wanted to slap off others, but on you, it was incredibly sexy.

Sinking onto your knees, you kiss a path down her chest, pushing up her top so you can get to her tummy, which flutters with every soft touch of affection. You meet her eyes as your hands meet the waistband of her jeans, and she nods, giving you the permission you were looking for, before pulling them down her legs. Her underwear goes with them and you can't help but moan out at the sight of her pussy. You lick your lips, mouth already watering and needing to taste her.

Your thumb brushes over the patch of dark hair, short and trimmed. “She's so pretty,” you mumble, drawing a path with your thumb down her slit. You bring your thumb to your mouth and suck it clean, Cassie whimpering as she watches you. “I'm gonna have so much fun with her,” you say, marking your words out like a promise.

Cassie braces her hands on the edge of the sink. “It's been a while.” She looks almost embarrassed to admit it.

You raise your eyebrows, head tilting to the left. “Since what? Since someone made you come? Or since you've been with a woman?”

She lowers her eyes away from you. “Both.”

“Don't worry, I'll be gentle,” you tell her, parting her pink pussy lips with both thumbs, “the first time.” You add in a wink making her laugh.

Tongue sticking out, you drag it from her hole to her clit, feeling it pulse against you with first contact. Her taste consumes you and the hunger rips from your chest as a hard groan. You do it again, this time wrapping your lips around her clit as you reach the bundle of nerves, sucking slowly and pulling off with an audible pop. Her back arches, lips parting to moan, as you take her back into your mouth, sucking vigorously, and you grin, Cassie needing to rip her hand away from the sink to grab the back of your head.

“Just like that,” she cries, rolling her name around your tongue, moaning it loudly as you continue your assault. You chuckle and it jolts her body like she was being hit with a thousand sparks of electricity. “More,” she begs, licking her lips.

“More what?” You kiss her mound, skirting your hand up her soft thigh and squeezing her hip. “Want my fingers too?” Cassie nods. “Greedy,” you mumble playfully, tapping your full hand against her cunt. It's a soft slap that shocks her at first, but the tingle of pain fizzles quickly to pleasure.

Coating your fingers in her slick, you keep your eyes focused on Cassie, watching her cheeks darken in colour and her eyes roll as her head tips back, as you push them in, keeping your movements deliberately slow for the first few strokes. Her walls are clenching your fingers hard by the time you've latched your mouth back onto her sex, your tongue lapping at her clit with quick flicks.

“You weren't lying, huh?” You tease between drags of your tongue, her taste bursting in your mouth as more of her drips down your fingers. You lick it up off the back of your fingers and moan, shoving them back deeper, all the way to your knuckles. “It really has been a long time since someone treated her properly,” you purr, grinning and flicking your eyes up to find her looking down at you, “good thing I'm here now, isn't it?”

Cassie nods. “Yes.” Her hips jerk, grinding herself onto your mouth. “Shit, that feels so good,” she mewls, holding you tighter, her nails scratching and digging into your head, the ache in her growing rapidly, begging to be released, “gonna come." She barks out a laugh, shaking her head a little in disbelief. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come.”

“Come for me, baby," the words melt into her, "make a pretty mess all over my fingers.” Your name pierces the air, drowned out by the thumping of the music. “I want you dripping down my hand,” you work your fingers faster, curling to meet the spongy spot, her pussy squeezing them numb as she comes, “I want to be able to lick it all off.”

She shakes and shudders, her body folding forwards as she holds your head against her body. That was out of body experience, she was for sure of it.

Drawing out the last of her orgasm, you ease your fingers out, and suck them clean, making a show of licking up and between each finger. She's intoxicating. Addictive. And you were surely hooked.

“You're incredible,” you mumble, pulling her jeans and underwear up for her.

A short burst of laughter escapes her. “Shouldn't I be the one complimenting you?” She fixes her top, sliding the straps up over her shoulders. “Because that was…” Her voice trails off, the heat rushing to her face as she's unable to find the right words. She finally settles on, “amazing.”

You curl your fingers under her chin and open your mouth, but are cut off by three heavy thuds against the toilet door. “Come on!” A deeper voice shouts. “Some of us actually have to take a piss!”

Cassie bites her lip, stopping the laugh that you have no trouble letting out. “Yours?”

You nod, trying not to sound too eager, and grab her hand. “Let's go.”