Author's Note: Warning - Bellarke Smut:) Please review!
CHAPTER 7
Kissing Bellamy was like a drug. I could taste the heartbreak on his lips and yet with each moment my need for him grew exponentially. How he was holding me up with one arm was shocking. I knew how much I weighed. And yet one arm was bearing the entirety of my weight while the other's hand was woven into my hair, tugging gently on the golden strands. I had never had what I would consider 'rough sex' - and I certainly wouldn't call these tender tugs on my locks rough - but the thrill that ran down my backbone when he growled predatorily, the shock that raced across my skin as he tugged just a tad harder or nipped at my lower lip rather than just sucking it, made me think that perhaps it would be something to try in the future.
"God you look like sex personified." His low, gravelly voice murmured in my ear, accentuating his words by taking my earlobe between his teeth and nipping at it.
"Bellamy." I whimpered, my mind unable to find any other words. He all but threw me down on the bed and hovered over me, pulling his shirt off in one fluid motion. Had I not already been laying down I would have swooned. Is THAT what had been hiding behind this guard uniforms? His torso was perfectly sculpted, and after taking a (very long) look at his arms I understood his ability to carry me as though I was light as air a bit better. I reached up and ran my fingernails down his abs, needing to feel them, and reveling in the groan the action elicited from his throat. His hands reached down to rid me of the tee shirt I'd put on since arriving home and as it fell to the floor he sucked in a breath. Self-consciously I tried to cover myself with my hands but Bellamy grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed.
"Never," he growled, "try and hide yourself. You are utterly breathtaking." His sincerity took me by surprise and I found my own breath catching in my throat as I saw the honesty in his eyes. We paused for a moment, just breathing, staring into each other's eyes, and letting the moment sink in. Of course he was still Bellamy Blake, sassy little shit and proud of it, so the moment ended as soon as he smirked and winked. "Not to mention sexy as hell." I laughed out loud at the pure joy of this moment before he dived back in and cut me off with a searing kiss.
Soon enough we'd divested one another of our clothing and were kissing furiously, touching as much skin to skin as we possibly could. "Bellamy," I whined. "Bellamy I need you."
"Not yet." He said lightly. I froze.
"Don't be as tease." I growled, trying my best to sound intimidating but I was certain it came off far more spoiled brat than actual threat.
"Believe me, Princess. I fully plan on following through and getting my own pleasure from this. But as you're my wife and this is our wedding night, it makes sense to treat the princess like a Queen. Or maybe even a Goddess." I frowned in confusion as he continued kissing me, until I felt his lips leave my lips and begin traversing my neck. Lower and lower they crawled before stopping for a short detour at my breasts. Bellamy buried his face between them and moaned, grabbing as much flesh between his lips as he could and teasing me tantalizing with his tongue and teeth. My back arched at the stimulation, trying to somehow put more of myself into his mouth. He acquiesced my request and, grinning devilishly, sucked a pert, pink nipple between his lips, biting at it gently before he began to suck. His hand found my other breast and began to massage it deeply. The dual stimulation was incredible and I couldn't help but be a bit vocal about it.
"Fuck, Bell. Fucking shit! Don't stop!" His tongue began tracing patterns across my areola while his mouth continued to suck away and his right hand massaged my tit so hard I was sure I would have bruises tomorrow. "Shit Bell! Oh my god! Don't stop! Don't stop!" I was going to cum. I was going to cum without so much as a pinky up my pussy or a thumb pressed against my clit. Bellamy Blake was about to make me cum with boob play alone. "Shit Bell! I'm gonna-"
"No." He whispered, ceasing his ministrations. "Not yet." I cried out at the loss of him and was about to curse the day he was born until I felt a finger slowly tracing its way down my side. Dipping and arching with the flow of my body until it reached my hip, jutting out around the curve, his finger began sliding across my leg and to the inside of my right thigh. I was shivering in anticipation as it slowly slid up and up and up, before slowing to a stop when it touched my outer labia. I had always been a bit self-conscious about my pussy. My lips were a tad bigger than other girls I'd seen, and while no one had ever mentioned it or suggested they didn't care for it, I knew I looked different. But this thought barely crossed my mind before Bellamy put it completely out of my head by leaning down suddenly and burying his face in my center. His teeth and lips and tongue, gnashed against my lips and slit, causing me to cry out in wonder at the sensation I hadn't even known existed. My hand gripped his hair and held tightly, not pushing or pulling, just trying to find an anchor amidst the flow of sensations cascading across me.
When I came moments later, I screamed his name like a prayer on high, pulling at his hair, surely ripping through his carefully prepped locks and messing them up thoroughly. My back arched and I felt like I was floating. I lay back, panting.
"Holy fucking shit." My voice was high and airy and my breaths were coming out in spurts. "Bellamy. That was-"
"Was? You think I'm done with you yet Princess?" The grin that spread over my face was unreal and I let out a laugh of pure joy as he glided up my body until we were parallel, and kissed my neck happily. I could feel him, hard and pulsing against me and the sensation on my thigh made my own skin quiver in anticipation.
"Bellamy." I heard the word escape my lips in a moan before I knew I moved my lips.
"Clarke your skin tastes like a goddamned dream." His lips were latched onto my neck, sucking up a storm. I tasted a dream? He was…he was…he was perfection. The skin on his hands was rough but when I felt them caress me, the only sensation I was aware of was that of the goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch.
I wanted his cock in my mouth. That realization alone sent a bit of a thrill down my spine. I had given blow jobs before. It was always something to do to excite him, get him ready for me, but now…this desire was about me and what I wanted. And right now, I really, really wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted him to fill me. With a primal snarl, I flipped him over and grabbed at his belt. It took me almost no time to divest him of his pants and underwear. I stared in awe as I caught a glimpse of him. He was rock hard and standing at attention. He was far thicker than any penis I'd seen…and I had just graduated medical school. He was 6 maybe 7 inches, but with a girth like that I was suddenly worried that he wasn't going to fit. In ANY of my orifices. And yet…my hands wrapped themselves around his base, causing him to grunt and his body to spasm. My lips found his thick head and my tongue darted out, wrapping around the tip. I pulled it into my mouth and moaned at the taste, the sensations it gave me. He tasted like sex. I sucked experimentally and reveled in the noises he was making for me. I moved my head forward and back, fitting four whole inches of his thick, hard cock into my mouth. He didn't thrust and I was thankful, as there was no way I could fit around his entire cock without gagging. A rush of excitement pooled in the pit of my stomach at the thought. Getting choked out by Bellamy's cock. Huh. I was discovering all kinds of new kinks tonight. Forcing myself not to back out, I thrust my mouth as far as I could, gagging as his tip hit the back of my throat.
"Holy shit! Clarke!" His gasped words were forced from his lips like a prayer. I pulled back to breath for a moment, making up for the lack of my lips by running my hands up and down his length with great fervor. "I want you to fuck my mouth." I said, breathlessly. "I want to choke on you." Bellamy looked like he was going to cum right then and there.
"Shit. Baby." He said. "I want to. Maybe next time." He grunted out. "I need to be inside you right fucking now. I need to be buried in that hot, wet cunt of yours." God but his voice did things to me.
"Mmmm. Yes!" I gasped at the thought. He pulled me onto our bed and grabbing one leg and throwing it over his hip, his tip found my entrance, hot, soaked, and quivering in anticipation. "Fuck me, Bell." I begged. He didn't waste time. In an instant I was impaled on him, balls deep. I nearly blacked out from the pure feeling of this moment. Eyes rolled back into my head I let out a scream and squeezed around him. He was so fucking deep, filling me so completely, stretching me like I had never been stretched. I was limp in his arms for a moment as I caught my breath. He waited until I was ready, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, quivering, ready to thrust, but waiting. When at last I had grown comfortable with him inside me and couldn't for another moment wait for him to move, I rocked my hips toward him. He growled slightly, but stayed steady, letting me set the pace. I moaned at the sensations of him inside me and began to rock harder and harder, thrusting up at him, fucking myself on his thick cock. It was as though a dam had broken inside him and he couldn't bear to be still another moment that he moved again. His hand pinned my hips to the bed and began to thrust into me. Our hips met with every movement and my skin shivered with sensation.
"Clarke." He groaned my name like a prayer and it was enough to send me over the edge. I screamed primally and gripped his shoulders so hard I knew I would leave marks. He followed me soon after and we collapsed, exhausted, onto each other, panting. After several moments wherein we caught our breaths, I slipped out to use the bathroom. Suddenly exhausted, I hurried with my business, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into my new, warm bed with my husband.
After doing just that, I settled in, instinctively curling around him. He held me in his arms as our breathing slowed and I found myself inhaling the scent of him, sweaty yet the hint of soap from a shower just before our wedding. Wedding. We were married. I'd just fucked my husband. Bellamy Blake. Well. My life was just full of surprises these days, I thought as I drifted off to sleep, using his chest as a pillow.
When I woke the next morning, my pillow had disappeared. The large bed built for two bodies rather than the small, single cots I was used to sleeping in, felt enormously empty as I lay in it alone. I grabbed my watch from the bedside shelf. 6:34AM Central American Time. Why in the hell, would Bellamy want to be up so early? (Especially when I knew for a fact it had been nearly 2:30 when we actually began the sleeping part of the evening.) Pulling open a drawer, I went in search of the clothing my mom had moved in the day before the wedding. I swallowed hard when I saw what lay in the drawer. Bellamy had one pair of underwear and two pairs of socks. One pair of casual trousers, and a tee shirt. Beside my mountain of leggings, tees, and multitude of undergarments, (When you had a chest like mine, you invested in bras. Don't judge me.) it looked…pitiful. I flushed with embarrassment. What must he have thought when he'd gotten dressed himself this morning? Assuming he was dressed and not roaming the apartment in the nude, of course. (Not that I'd mind the latter to be perfectly honest.) I hurried to the small closet and pushed aside the folding door. Two guard uniforms hung neat and pressed beside my surgery scrubs, and a few nicer dresses I owned. The heat on my cheeks heightened. Guards owned 3 uniforms. Given that there were two here, he must be wearing one, which meant he was also inhabiting a pair of underwear and socks. Which meant that Bellamy Blake owned three pairs of underwear, (there was a pair on the floor from last night…) the same number of sock pairs, three uniforms, and one casual outfit. And that was it. What on Earth did he think of my overflowing drawers? All of my…stuff? It seemed so inconsequential just then, all the things. I made good money as a doctor, but I knew that I only had the opportunity to study to be a doctor because I was from first or second station. Bellamy's life had been a lot harder than mine; he had worked so much harder than I had to get to where he was. I shivered. I was suddenly overcome with the need to make sure he knew I wasn't some stuck up, rich girl who needed all this stuff to be happy. I wanted him to think better of me. I needed him to know me, to see the real me.
But first, I'd have to find him.
A wolf whistle called through the air as I stepped into the guards' locker room. Heads spun around and men were craning their necks to get a look.
"You lost, Princess?" A voice I didn't recognize called out. I didn't like the nickname when it came from someone who wasn't Bellamy, I decided.
"Clarke?" I spun around and saw a guard I'd seen frequently in first walking towards me frowning. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey, um…have you by chance seen Bellamy?"
"Bellamy Blake?" The guard shook his head "No, he doesn't report in for his shift for an hour or more yet."
"Oh. Right. I just…I mean he just forgot something at home this morning. I probably should have checked at his friends' places first. I'm not quite awake yet." I said with a laugh, trying not to blush and let on that I had no idea what my husband's schedule was or where he was likely to go when he left my rooms.
"Blake doesn't have any friends." A man said, snorting with derision. The silence in the room was growing palpable in its pure awkwardness.
"I'm gonna go." I said simply. "It was great to see you…" I trailed off, realizing I had no idea what the guard's name was. He grinned cheekily.
"Miller."
"Miller!" I bit my lip embarrassed. "See you around Miller."
"Sure thing Clarke!" I raced away from the guards' room, flushed with embarrassment. What must they think of me? That I don't care enough to know where my husband goes when he leaves my chambers? Or that he doesn't care enough to tell me where he goes? I still wasn't sure which was worse when I made it to Mrs. Blake's door. I knocked, my heart pounding in my chest. There was a short scuffle and I heard her call out, her voice a slightly higher pitch than usual. "Who is it?"
"Mrs. Blake? It's me. Clarke." I winced at how awkward I had just sounded. "I don't want to bother you, I only wondered if Bellamy was here. I needed to talk to him and they said at the guards' station that he wouldn't be in for a while yet. I thought maybe he might have visited you." The door suddenly swung open and Bellamy stood before me.
"Bellamy."
"Good morning Clarke." Shit. He sounded just as weird as I did. How did we go from the near magic that happened last night to…this?"
"You weren't there when I woke up."
"Sorry. I woke early and wanted to stretch my legs."
"Of course, I'm sorry. That sounded like I was saying…that is I don't want you to think that…it's not that I need to know where you are all the time or anything. This is ridiculous of me, I'm so sorry, I just wanted to tell you something and you were gone and I thought I'd go find you but now it seems so silly."
"It's fine." He said simply. "What did you need to tell me?" I glanced nervously at my mother in law. Obviously I was expected to do this in front of an audience. Mrs. Blake smiled, seeming to understand.
"I think what Clarke had in mind was a bit more private, Bell. Why don't you two take a nice morning walk?" Bellamy nodded instantly and walked over to hug his mom. He pulled her tight and murmured something quietly in her ear. Mrs. Blake nodded and the two of us stepped out, Bellamy closing the door tightly behind us. He started at a brisk pace. I was tall, but my legs had nothing on the lengthy limbs Bellamy possessed. I jogged every few steps to keep up with him.
"What's up Clarke? Did you need something?" I winced at the question. I had just pulled him away from his mother before he headed to work to… what? Reassure him that I wasn't at spoiled rich girl? Yes. Because wanting him at my beck and call to tell him such things didn't prove something else entirely.
"God, I feel so stupid right now." I muttered. "I woke up this morning and… I'm probably still half asleep, really. That's why-" Bellamy stopped in his tracks and, still trying to keep up with the breakneck speed he'd been booking away at, I hurtled past him. I must have overcorrected because bumbling Clarke, moments later I ended up heading in a distinct trajectory known as "floor bound". As usual, Bellamy proved himself to be… perfect, catching me and pulling me tightly to his chest.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"No, not the falling. The way you're talking, are you okay?" I took a deep breath.
"It woke up and I couldn't find you and I went to put some clothes on as you left me in a distinct state of undress," If I thought him capable of smirking in pride, I'd swear that's what that slight upturn of his lips was. "Anyway, I went to get dressed and I opened up our drawers and there's all my... stuff, overflowing everything and next to it,"
"It's not much, I know." The smile was gone now, as usual, it only made the briefest of appearances on his face.
"Clarke I promise you. I can provide for us."
"Oh my G- Bellamy no! That's not what I- oh God. I swear I never for a second questioned you or anything, I just-"
"My mom doesn't make much. Sewing. Not when the first three stations only buy anything extra they want from that store in Second. So I've been providing for her, that's all. I went by this morning to give her my last paycheck. I've never needed much so it was just simpler to give everything extra to her but we both agreed that now that I'm married things will have to be different. Don't worry about it, okay? I know you've got a bit of a bleeding heart, so let me assure you, mom's actually been getting notes from people who saw your dress at your wedding for custom clothes made out of shit that was heading for garbage launch. She's going to be just fine."
"The hell I'm not going to worry about it! Bellamy Blake! I am your wife! Do not think your mother, my new mother-in-law, is none of my concern! I came down here to reassure you… no. To make sure you understood that money and all of that… stuff, wasn't important to me. My mom and Fox, they give me a ton of clothes, but I don't need any of that to be happy. I just want a husband who gives a shit about me. And as far as providing for me, I hope you don't have some archaic notion that you are supposed to provide while I sit home alone. I have a damn good job and I am very aware that I only have that opportunity because of where I live and who my parents are, but that just means I'm going to work all the harder to be worthy of it. I make more than enough money for the two of us and my parents do plenty well on their own so if there is something that my new mom needs, be it company or rations or ANYthing, I want to be able to help provide it for her!" I took a breath, angrily, watching his eyes bore into mine, his lips laughing at me in the form of a tightly pressed together almost smile.
"What?" I asked irritably.
"I was right."
"No you weren't!" I yelled. "That's literally the point of this entire rant!"
"No. I was. My wife is one of the biggest bleeding heart's I have ever met. You feel so badly that you had an opportunity other people didn't that you would work yourself to death in order for people to think you deserved it. You've met my mother maybe twice ever and yet you want to be as close to her as your real mother, and to top it all off, you ran around this entire Ark with your shirt on backwards just to make sure that I didn't think you were a spoiled little rich kid." I stared at him speechlessly for a moment before glancing down to see that my red tee was indeed on backwards.
"Jokes on you," I mumbled embarrassed at his proclamation. "All your colleagues saw me looking like a crazy person and now they're gonna know that an all knowing test matched you with someone who has lost at least part of their sanity." His grin was there in full bore now as he swept me into a tight embrace and planted a firm, chaste kiss on my lips.
"You're right. They're all going to know that I married the most beautiful, hottest, kindest, and smartest woman on the Ark, and did something to her last night that made her so unhinged that she wandered around the Ark desperate for me at the earliest hours of the morning without the common sense to glance in a mirror before she left the apartment, God knows you've got enough of them. Darling, I'm going to be a legend." A soft laugh echoed down the hallway and I spun around to see Miller and two other guards standing there watching the whole affair.
"You knew they were standing there." I accused him haughtily. He nodded and winked, his thick arms lifting me up into the air, kissing me soundly before setting me down and saluting me, traipsing off to his reporting station. He turned, walking backwards away from me for a moment.
"Can I still meet you for lunch today?" He called out. I nearly nodded but then remembered my day.
"I can't, I'm picking up an extra shift in Factory Station They're short staffed."
"You don't work Factory Station." He commented, his brow furrowed.
"Yeah but my arrogant husband's from there so when they said they needed help I figured it was as good an opportunity as any to dig up some dirt so I could fight as dirty as he does." He winked again, and nodded.
"I'm done with my shift around 4." He told me.
"Well be a good little housewife and have dinner on for me when I get home at 6, honey." I said loudly. He nodded.
"Of course, dear." I did my best to keep myself from checking out the figure he cut in his uniform.
Evidently my best was not good enough because I was still thinking about it when I made my way into work an hour later.
