His dick throbs in his pants, like it's scolding him for not putting it first.

He palms her ass and pulls her forward, until her nipples brush up against his chest. Capturing her mouth and holding it hostage, he swallows her moan. He pulls away to nibble her neck again, in that spot that made her sigh before.

He grinds himself into her hips, forcing her to feel the affect she has on him. She jolts in response and giggles in his ear. It's mildly infuriating how much her laugh excites and annoys him in equal measure.

He feels like she's killing him and bringing him to life at the same time, which makes no fucking sense, but Bellamy's never been good with feelings, so that's where he's at right now. He's in limbo.

Her breath is hot and erratic on his neck and he wants to feel it on his cock.

He unbuttons her shorts and yanks them down with her panties, making good on his promise about her being naked. It's too bad he ends up being the one on his knees, when he kneels down to help her lift her ankles up and out, then hesitates at the sight of her cunt.

He really wants his dick sucked, but –

He's always really enjoyed eating girls out, obviously, but that's because he wanted to.

Now he sort of feels like he needs to, like he can't resist and he's not sure why he would if he could.

He's pretty sure he's on fire and she's made of water and wants to dive into her before he burns alive.

What the actual fuck is happening.

Bellamy Blake is irresistible. Clarke drew him in compromising positions, because of how god damn irresistible he is, and now she's got him on the ground, practically drooling over her core.

It's degrading, honestly. He has more respect for himself than this.

Pull it together, Blake.

Whimpering, she rubs her thighs together and squeezes his shoulders. He looks up and nearly jerks off at the sight of her tits hovering above him, nipples erect.

Okay, so, while he's down there, he might as well –

She cries out when he licks into her and clenches her thighs together, which he coaxes apart, nudging his face in between. He hooks one knee over his shoulder and squeezes, allowing his other hand to creep up to palm her breast and pinch her nipple, grazing his fingernails across.

She's whiny, loud, and desperate enough for him to assume this is the first time she's been fucked with a tongue. He pauses long enough to tease her clit with a soft kiss and flick. She grinds herself on him, and lets a frustrated sigh. He laughs and launches his tongue inside her again, making her squirm, trying and failing to meet his rhythm.

He grabs her hips and guides her movements, taking pity on her.

The next sound she makes is muffled by her fist and he pinches her thigh in retaliation.

"Let me hear you," he begs into her pussy. Her hand falls away from her mouth and buries itself in his curls. She jerks his hair a little too hard for his liking and he pulls back, allowing his breath to fan over her sex in reprisal.

She's heaving, and shaking, and . . .

"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs without necessarily meaning to. Her whole body freezes.

He doesn't usually talk in these circumstances, and he realizes now it's for good reason, because well, he's a fucking sap, apparently.

Bellamy Blake does not approve.

He massages her hip with his thumb, hoping to regain control of situation. "Relax."

"I need to lie down," she says between breaths, and he's a little disappointed he won't have this view anymore, but mostly worried that this is actually too much for her.

"Do you need to stop?" he asks, rising up to eye level. She kisses him again and he's a little shocked given where his mouth had just been.

Not that it's ever been a problem before, but he sort of thought she'd be more of a prude.

To hell with it.

He pushes his tongue inside her, testing the waters and she moans into him. That's when he realizes, she's getting off on tasting herself, which is a bit more than he anticipated.

It's the best thing ever in the history of forever.

He realizes that's a bit over dramatic, but really can't find a shit to give.

Her hands sneak under his shirt and he rips it off, wondering why the fuck it was still on in the first place.

"Keep going," she insists, smiling up at him. "Please."

And somehow her saying, please, does it for him in more ways than he can comprehend.

He lifts her up, wrapping her legs around him. She rubs herself against his bulge and he pushes back, lying her down over his discarded shirt in the grass.

He trails kisses down pass her naval, pausing in between to tease her with his tongue and teeth. He kisses her clit again, only this time he sucks, making her jump and gasp.

"Shh, you're okay." He sighs, sneaking his hands up her thighs. He hesitates a moment to taunt her with his middle finger, sinking only the tip into her folds, before pulling out and pushing back.

"Stop playing games, Blake."

He reaches forward to rub her fluids over her clit in soft circles. "But it's fun," he deadpans. She whines and wiggles underneath him. He seeks entrance again. "Aren't you having fun, Princess?" he asks and her pussy flexes around him. He wavers, momentarily mesmerized by its enthusiasm. "You like it when I call you, Princess, Clarke?" Her cunt responds accordingly.

Logically, he knows he's on the ground, but he's also pretty sure he's flying.

"Bellamy." She sighs. "Just get on with it."

He fondles her opening before shoving himself deeper. "You're so fucking wet, Clarke," he groans, curling his finger and prodding, until she's crying out near tears. He wants her to fly too.

He speeds his movements, until she's mumbling incoherent nothings, and he can't tell if she's begging him to stop, or keep going.

"What is it?" He asks, slowing pulling her back to him.

"I can't – I don't," she hisses. "Is it supposed to feel like this?"

"What do you mean?" he hesitates, furrowing his brows. Is he hurting her?

"I don't know," she hisses, trembling beneath him, too far gone to explain. She takes a deep breath, "It's too good and too much. I can't – " A loud, throaty moan escapes her when he licks again.

"You've never had an orgasm before." The revelation excites him more than the first time he touched the earth and saw her touch it too. He's going to ignore that last part.

"What? Of course I – "

"Shut up." He grabs her wrist and places her palm over her breast. "Play with your tits and I'll take care of the rest."

Ignoring her, he licks and sucks down harder on her groin, sinking another finger into her tight cunt. Her protesting cries only encourage him further, more eager than ever to watch her lose herself in the clouds. She gasps and bucks her hips meeting his thrusts. He feels himself growing tighter in his pants and fights the urge to hump the ground.

She's weak and frustrated, dripping all over his fingers. Her howls grow louder and more desperate, to the point where he almost feels bad for finding her helplessness so erotic.

"It's not fair how fucking amazing you look like this," he growls, biting her inner thigh, only to then soothe it with his tongue. "I'm not complaining, but you need to stop fighting it, Princess," he whispers into her skin.

His name rushes out her lips over and over, until he doesn't even recognize it anymore.

He's hovering over her now, breathing in her ear. "I'm here. I've got you."

She thrashes and cries out, just barely tipping over the edge of something she can't even grasp.

"Cum."

She bucks against him once, twice, before her cry turns into something inhuman when she explodes and latches onto him. He moves back down, to taste his triumph, licking and sucking her juices, while she rides it out, fucking his face.

She's a mess, but like - the kind of mess he wants to spend the rest of his life cleaning up.

"I love you."

Oh. Oh.

Oh no.