Second One Shot Attempt. I got inspired by my friend April's current fic. You guys need to read it and review. She deserves it. It's amazing and well worth it. It's full on WIP smutty Bellarke and it's called Eventually. So let your fingers do the googling to find it and enjoy. Show her some love!
Betcha Can't
Jasper laughed as Bellamy hit on a brunette across the room. They were playing a "who can get a girl to leave with him first" kinda of game. It was him, Monty, Murphy, Miller, and Bellamy
To say that Miller was having the most trouble was an understatement. It probably didn't help that he was mostly into guys these days. Murphy had been the closest so far but judging by how long Bellamy was talking to this current pick, Jasper thought just maybe he has scored and won the pot of 1,000.
That was the highest cash value ever in their constant bet plate.
"Looks like that asshole won again," Murphy sighed bringing the beer bottle to his lips. He looked on enviously at Bellamy talking to this girl.
"Think again," Monty said seeing the girl slap Bellamy across the face.
The group busted out laughing seeing their usually confident friend slink back over towards their table.
"So you out of here?," Miller joked knowing full well that Bellamy had struck out.
"She's lame," Bellamy said bitterly. "Damn, I needed that money."
"We all need that money," Jasper chuckled. "The girls are here," he nodded seeing Raven, Octavia, and Clarke walk in the smoky bar.
"I'd add another hundred in the pot if Bellamy could score with her," Murphy said.
"Who?," Bellamy immediately jumped at the opportunity.
"I think you know who he's talking about. Let's not play games."
"Clarke?," Bellamy played surprised. "Please."
"You know that you want her Blake. I can't believe that you haven't hit that yet," Miller said.
"He's got that whole denial thing happening," Jasper added.
"You guys are full of shit. I do not want Clarke Griffin. She's a uptight bitch."
"That you're totally hot for," Monty laughed knowingly.
"200," Murphy blurted. "I'll put another 200 if you can get Clarke to go home with you."
Bellamy's eyes bulged outward. A 1200 dollar pot to score Griffin? It was like taking candy from a baby. He could do this in his sleep.
He looked across the room to see her sexily dancing against Raven. She did look good. The dress she was wearing snuggly hugged against her hips as she playfully grind up against her friends. Damn.
Bellamy felt his pants tighten. He guessed his attraction to her wasn't as well hidden as he believed. Something about Clarke made him want to fuck her brains out. He couldn't deny that she was smoking hot.
"1200?," Bellamy asked. "The rest of you agree to this?," he looked around the bar stool. He received encouraging nods all around. "It's a deal," he shook Miller's hand.
With one last swig from his beer, Bellamy stood in preparation to make his move. Just his luck that his sister and Raven were walking towards the bar leaving Clarke alone. Thank god. He didn't need his sister nagging at him or Raven hassling him in general while he was trying to get Clarke.
"You slumming Griffin," were the first words he spoke to her.
Clarke turned looking him up and down for a second, almost as if she was surveying the landscape. "No. In fact I was looking for you," she lowly spoke, sex dripping from her mouth. It was hot.
What the hell? Bellamy nearly swallowed his tongue hearing the sexy innuendo fly from her mouth. Clarke was never nice to him in all of these years. In fact she was mostly annoyed with him. But this was a major welcomed change.
"You were?," he asked. "You wanna get out of here?" Why not put his luck to the test? What did he have to lose?
Clarke smiled taking his outstretched hand. "Let's go." Grabbing hold she pulled him towards the exit.
He looked back toward his friends as he followed behind Clarke. They looked just as dumbfounded as him. They couldn't believe it.
They walked silently towards Bellamy's 69 Camaro. It was his pride and joy, his baby.
Neither said a word as they climbed into the muscle machine. Bellamy chanced a glance over at Clarke praying that he wasn't in the middle of some very elaborate dream. She smiled slyly placing her hand very high up on his thigh and very close to his dick. Her fingers playfully griped the material of his tattered jeans.
She looked out the window innocently as her fingers continued a slow drum against his leg. Bellamy had to remind himself to breathe and gather his wits to start the car. This couldn't be happening. Clarke wanted him and she wanted him bad.
He drove at warp speed not chancing Clarke changing her mind. He was a man on a mission. He was going to fuck Clarke come hell or high water. He would be damned if a little thing like some traffic lights were going to stop him from getting home.
Clarke was the first to step out of the car. Bellamy still felt in a fog as she ducked her head into the window.
"You coming?," Clarke asked confidently.
Bellamy groaned painfully feeling that jolt of excitement hit his manhood. Was she trying to kill him? Could a guy die from the mere promise of sex? He had never heard Clarke sound so sure about something. She was always so studious and uptight any other time but not now. This Clarke was all woman, a woman that seemed clearly intent on seducing him into the grave. Phew, but what a hell of a way to die, he thought.
The moment they entered his apartment, Clarke started undressing. Bellamy watched as those sexy heels came off first. His eyes trailed up her smooth legs trotting across his living room. Clarke very familiar with his living space due to her many visits with Octavia- began heading to his bed room. She looked back giving a shocked Bellamy a sexy wink.
He followed behind her like a lost little puppy wagging his tail.
They entered the room and Clarke immediately unzipped her dress dropping it unabashedly to his hardwood floor. Bellamy watched in awe seeing Clarke flop onto his bed wearing nothing but a leopard print thong. Her breasts were standing completely erect and at attention for his eyes to see. She was so fucking hot. The dress did nothing for her body. Bellamy had never seen curves on a woman look so dangerous.
"Well?," Clarke said. "Am I going to have to do this myself?," she asked sliding her barefoot seductively up his leg.
Bellamy's cell phone rang then and he made an annoyed grunt. Who the fuck was calling him at a time like this?
"What?," he said nearly gasping for air. But he never removed his attention from that magnificent creature lying in his bed. Clarke cutely giggled sensing his frustration as she lied back onto his pillows. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
"The deed done?," the voice said. It was Murphy.
Bellamy smirked watching Clarke throw those tiny panties to the side revealing the most beautiful pussy he's ever seen. "Fuck yeah," he answered clicking the phone off and tossing it behind him.
His clothes were gone in a instant. He joined Clarke on the bed. Their lips met in a sloppy passionate kiss. Tongues tangling, teeth clashing. The desire was real.
"Talk about perfect," Clarke growled admiring his dick. Her hands did a slow sweep across it. She softly fondled his balls, moaning at the warm feel.
"You haven't seen nothing yet, princess," he growled. Bellamy ground his lower half into her. His mouth took one of her breasts into his mouth. He sucked and licked the nub of her nipple.
Clarke's head pressed deeply into the mattress as she gripped onto the small strands of his sweaty hair.
"Bellamy," she whimpered out, but Clarke suddenly forgot what she wanted to say when one of his fingers slipped inside of her. Her legs clinched around his digits and all comprehensive thought vanished as the bursting colors collided in her head.
She almost jerked off of the bed when Bellamy's finger motioned quickly around her clit.
"Yes," she cried. "More," Clarke begged.
"You like that?," he breathed. Bellamy had never felt more turned on in his life. He never felt more satisfied just fingering a woman. The way her juices drenched his fingers almost made Bellamy come right there. He rubbed his balls against the sheet trying to quell his desire with the friction.
"Kiss me, Bellamy," she pleaded pulling him toward her.
Bellamy refused to give in though.
"I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you Clarke?," he asked with a devilish smirk.
Clarke weakly nodded her head. She was disappointed when his lips began kissing a trail down her flat stomach. She huffed out frustrated wanting his lips on hers. She needed a kiss.
Clarke gasped when she felt his mouth connect to the moist lips of her pussy. She pushed his head into her vagina more feeling his tongue slowly glide into the fold of her womanhood.
"Don't stop," she cried. "Take me. Shit," she cursed out. Her legs gapped further apart and her foot slide sexily down the apex of his back.
His tongue dove inside deeper and Clarke writhed in pleasure. Bellamy pulled her hips up bringing her closer and she cried in pleasure. His fingers simultaneously stroked against her clit while he lapped up the juices flowing from her. That magic tongue of his swept near the crack of her ass and Clarke's first orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. Never had a man got her off with just his mouth like Bellamy had done.
White light blinded behind her closed eyes and Clarke laid fully exhausted. She swears she was nearly falling asleep when she felt Bellamy's lips connect to hers sharing the taste of her pussy.
"You taste fantastic," he murmured. "I could eat you all day, Clarke. Amazing," he said.
"Hmm," she tiredly kissed him. "Fuck me," she breathed. "I want you." Clarke may have been tired but in no way was she done with him. The best was yet to come. She wanted to feel his incredible dick inside of her. She wanted to know if the rumors on campus had been true. Was he really that amazing lover the women had rave about? She was surely about to find out.
"Your wish is my command princess." He grabbed a condom from his side table.
Clarke wiped the sweat from her forehead. She sighed contently rubbing her hands against the flat plains of his sculpted abs. Bellamy had the most perfect body.
His full attention was back to her in no time.
"You ready?," he smirked.
That voice, his sexy smirk, the mere fact that he was checking in with her, it all made her heart warm. Things that she shouldn't feel. Sex with him was a one time thing...right?
Oh god what was she doing? He had her in a tailspin.
He lowered himself down onto her. Clarke's breath hitched when she felt Bellamy press inside of her. The nails on her fingers clawed into his back.
Bellamy adjusted himself inside of her before he started to move. It wasn't rough or wild but almost gentle and caring.
His eyes met hers and she couldn't look away. It was almost as if he was staring into her soul.
"God," she moaned, her mouth buried into shoulder. It felt so fucking good.
"You feel so good," he said. "Fuck," he cried out in pleasure when Clarke swiveled her hips.
"Yes," She screamed. "Bellamy. Harder. It's never been this way," she didn't know why she was admitting this. She was 99% she'd be regretting this in the light of day. But Clarke couldn't stop herself. Bellamy was the best lover she'd ever experienced.
He complied picking up speed. Each grind into her became quicker and deeper. The sweat building up on their bodies helped the slick movements against each other glide perfectly in time. "Clarke...shit. You're so tight," he grunted. She felt wonderful.
Clarke met him stroke for stroke letting her hands dig passionately into Bellamy's perfect ass.
"Never stop," she begged feeling herself get closer to her ultimate climax. Never had a lover been this satisfying, this fulfilling. If someone could bottle this type of orgasm and sell it, they'd be a lucky rich person.
His dick felt warmly nestled inside of her and Clarke wanted to cry. This was a feeling that she could get used to. Those rumors had been true and if she was being honest with herself, severely under exaggerated. The man knew how to please a woman. She could feel him hitting her back and her toes curled up with each jolt of Bellamy's dick riding her pussy in a deliciously enticing way.
"I'm coming," she cried.
"Me too," he whispered. He kissed her roughly and smothered out the long guttural moan from Clarke. Her body shook and the orgasm filled her entire body. A few tears ran from her eyes and she sighed, her body falling into a relaxed lull.
"Shit," he said shaking with his own culmination of pleasure. Bellamy's body collapsed in exhaustion falling bonelessly on top of Clarke.
"Damn baby," he breathed.
Clarke laughed moving his hair to the side away from his eyes.
"Yeah," she smiled laying a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"We should definitely do that again," Bellamy suggested pulling out of her. He moved to the side pulling the blanket over them.
"We should do that again," Clarke found herself agreeing. She rubbed just below his waistline feeling the need to feel him again.
"You're insatiable," he chuckled. "I like it." A girl that could actually hang with him sexually? That was a first. Bellamy was overjoyed. She liked sex and there was nothing more sexy than a hot woman wanting him.
"Mmm, I have to go to the bathroom," she giggled. "But I'm not done with you." She kissed his lips languidly and climbed out of the bed.
Bellamy watched her with hooded eyes as she brazenly walked naked across his room to grab her purse. Damn, he was a lucky bastard.
Clarke entered the bathroom and sat down on the closed toilet seat. She pulled her cell phone from her purse and auto dialed Raven.
"Hey slut," came Raven's voice.
"Shut up," Clarke laughed.
"So...," Raven asked
"Done and done. Took me home. Got him into bed."
"No way! Well fuck me," Raven laughed. "I guess we owe you that 1,000 after all," she laughed.
"And I want it tomorrow," Clarke snickered looking into Bellamy's mirror with a satisfied grin.
"It's yours babe. I didn't think you had it in you. You and Bellamy," she chuckled unbelievably.
"Well, a deals a deal. I gotta say, Reyes. It was fun. I think I'll take another turn or two," she laughed. "Best money I've ever made."
"Well you earned it. Tell me, how was it?," she asked curiously.
"Amazing, life altering. He's s god," Clarke sighed truthfully, content.
"Damn, I've never heard you sound like this Clarke."
"I've never felt like this, Raven," she admitted. "You know those rumors flying around school?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"Let's just say that they aren't lies. And Raven that whole huge dick thing we heard about, massive. But don't tell Octavia that part," she giggled. "I'm sure it's a detail that she doesn't want to know about her brother," she laughed.
"Oh come on. Not fair," Raven pouted.
"Well I gotta go. He's waiting for me."
"Oh, is he? Such a little whore. Well have fun," Raven laughed happy for her friend. Clarke needed a night like this where she allowed herself to cut loose. "Night."
Clarke giggled clicking off her phone. She walked back into the room to find a naked Bellamy waiting on her.
"Everything ok?," he asked.
"Yep," she smiled sliding back into the bed. She pressed her bare chest into his and seductively ran her tongue across his lips with purpose. "Now where were we?"
Bellamy willingly obliged her. He was more than happy to spend the entire night pleasuring Clarke Griffin. After all, this was a bet that he was not going to lose.