Chapter 20: Lakeside (part 2)

Chapter Summary

Clarke + Bellamy + teasing = SEX (yay!)

Chapter Notes

Nothing in here should be too freaky. They're in a public place, so it's not super kinky here (unless you count that being in public is a kink in itself...).

"Then take me, already."

I love when Bellamy fucks me into a wall. Usually the wall is not in a theme park bathroom, but beggars can't be choosers.

His lips are on my neck immediately. I tangle my fingers into his hair and pull back so he can see my face when I warn him, "Bell, NO HICKEYS. I don't have more foundation with me, and Katelyn's mom is out there right now."

He groans in protest, "Compromise: I'll only mark you under your clothes." He has already reattached himself to my skin by the time I nod my head. He's moving his ministrations down my body. "How much time do we have?"

"Not a lot – Alex and Katelyn will probably be through the line in the next ten minutes." I've got my hands in his hair still, and I'm pushing his head down towards where I really want him. He takes the hint and he's on his knees within seconds.

He smirks against my abdomen, "Challenge accepted." As he's unbuttoning my shorts, he bites down on my hip bone, and I know there's going to be a mark there. One of the buttons is stuck in the hole, and I can feel his frustrated huffs of air against my skin. "Why the fuck are there so many buttons on these things?"

I laugh as I pull a hand out of his hair and help unfasten it – they're new shorts, so the kinks are still being worked out. "Bellamy, there are only three buttons." After the last button is freed, he gives a victorious sigh. He dips a finger in between my folds, "Fuck, Princess, you really are soaking wet."

If my eyes were open, I would have rolled them… "Like you're surprised… Oh, and sorry I lied about the underwear thing."

He laughs against my skin while trailing his tongue in a line from my belly button toward my pussy. He pulls my shorts and panties down my legs, careful to let me step out of them without losing my flip-flops (there's no fucking way I'm touching a public bathroom floor with my bare feet). With a shit-eating grin, he puts my panties in my hand, "That's good – you'll need something to gag yourself with."

I moan a little too loudly, and I can actually feel myself get wetter at that statement.

"See what I mean?" I look down at him and he's got a smirk on his face that makes my heart skip a beat. "I haven't even started fucking you yet and you can't keep it down." He smiles, "So put those in your mouth, now." He gives me his "Dom" look and I know it's time to fall into line.

"Yes sir." I stuff them into my mouth, and I was not kidding when I said I was wet… Being able to taste myself while he's about to taste me is quickly becoming a new turn-on. He wrenches my legs apart and throws my knee over his shoulder, opening me up and exposing me fully to him. I feel his breath on my cunt just briefly before he licks a firm line along my slit, then impales me with his long tongue, writhing it around inside of me just how I like it. I'm thankful for the gag, since I'm already moaning. I can hear him making obscene slurping sounds down there, knowing it turns me on to hear how wet I am. I have one hand still in his hair, and one absentmindedly grabbing my at own shoulder.

Bellamy has angled his head back so I am practically sitting on his mouth while his tongue is deep inside of me. The positioning can't be comfortable, but he doesn't seem to care. I've asked him why he does it, and he says it's so he can see my face while I come all over his. Fuck if that statement didn't make me want to fuck him all over again…

He extricates my hand from his hair and places it on my breast. He grunts while looking at my breasts, not wanting to take his tongue out of me to speak his orders. When he does this, he wantsme to vocalize his orders, demanding that I read his mind. I've gotten good at that. It's sometimes difficult to formulate complete sentences when I'm blissed out, but he always makes it worth the effort…

I use one hand to pull my makeshift gag from my mouth. "Do you want me to grab my tits, sir?"He nods his head, which makes his nose bump against my clit (bonus). I comply, thankful I chose to wear a halter top in this summer heat. He takes my panties from my hands for now, since my hands will be otherwise occupied, and I still need to use my mouth. I untie the top, but before I can peel it off my chest, Bellamy's hand grips the hem, and he yanks it down. He has a satisfied glimmer in his eye when my breasts bounce free of their confines. When he groans, I can feel the vibrations against my cunt. I grip as much of the flesh as possible between my hands and squeeze. My hands aren't as big as Bellamy's so I can't do the thing where he cups them fully, but I make a valiant effort. He nods in approval (fuck, yes that feels good).

Bellamy's tongue is still writhing around inside of my cunt, and it's fucking glorious. He grunts and furrows his brows. "Squeeze them together, sir?" He nods again, and as I push my tits together, he grinds his nose while making a growling sound, bestowing additional vibrations against my clit, and I'm about to fall apart. He pauses the noises and gets my attention again with a quick hum. He narrows his eyes, still looking at my tits. "Play with my nipples, sir?" Another nod to bump my clit (It obviously pays off to read his cues with accuracy – and with rewards like this, I learned very quickly). I lick my fingers and bring them back to tweak my nipples. Each pinch sends a sensation straight to my clit, and I'm thinking I might need that gag back soon. He gives me a look, and I know he wants me to blow on them, so I purse my lips dramatically (he loves it) and gently blow while giving him my best 'fuck me' eyes. I see him shift a little, so I know he's getting painfully hard. If he knows what's good for him, he'll let me come soon so he can fuck me and take care of his situation. "Please can I come, sir?" His eyes smile for him while he nods, and I feel my heart start to race.

He hands me back the panties, and I know things are about to get explosive. As I'm stuffing them back in my mouth, tasting myself again, he spirals his tongue out of my cunt and closes his lips over my clit. He thrusts two fingers into me to replace his tongue while he sucks my clit into his mouth and I nearly scream against my improvised gag as my orgasm tears through me. He maintains suction while he growls, knowing that I feel the vibrations all the way into my fingertips. He eventually releases my throbbing clit but keeps his fingers inside me, thrusting deliciously.

Bellamy stands back up as he plants bruising kisses and bites all the way up my torso, while his fingers are still skillfully fucking me. When he reaches my neck, he sings my praises, "You're a good girl… Such a good, girl." I can't hold back my appreciative moans. Yeah, the gag was a really good idea…

Bellamy POV

I almost came in my pants when I saw Clarke above me just now: pinching her own tits, gagged on her own panties, gazing at me with her self-described 'fuck-me' eyes. I love seeing her fall apart, and tasting her makes it that much better. She won't let me mark her in easily visible places, so I compensate by leaving extra marks in the hidden areas. There will be a fuck ton of bite marks on her torso tomorrow. Hopefully we aren't planning on going swimming, or she'll be stuck wearing a one-piece… I smirk, thinking about how annoyed she'll act, but how turned on she'll actually be. When I reach her neck, and start murmuring her favorite phrases into her neck, she groans against her panty-gag and my impossibly hard cock gets harder.

I'm trying (with little success) to unbuckle my belt with one hand, since my other hand is occupied, mercilessly fucking her with my fingers. As if she can read my mind, she brings her hands down to unfasten my belt and pants, pushing them down just enough to let my cock out. I remove my fingers from her pussy, and she lets out frustrated whimper as her hips try and chase my hand.

I shake my head, admonishing her, "Uh uh uh," (Clarke likes to pretend she hates it when I scold her like a toddler. If I tried this outside of sex, she'd have my nuts for a necklace, but in this setting, she totally gets off on it). She gives me a feigned look of apology. I grab her under her ass so I can hike her up higher. With our considerable height difference, I have to lift her up off the floor to fuck her against the wall. As if she's had a ton of practice (she has), she grips my cock in her hand, lining it up with her entrance as I thrust up into her and her legs wrap around my waist to lock me in place. She releases a satisfied moan as I stretch her out. I pull her hips a few inches from the wall – it gives her some room to move her hips and meet my thrusts with ease.

When we fuck against a wall, Clarke usually likes me to take her from behind. I share her enthusiasm for that technique (even if it is tricky given how much shorter she is). It's fucking hot when her cheeks or forehead are plastered into the wall while I'm pounding into her. However, there's no way in hell I'm going to put her face on any wall in this establishment. We're probably due for some face-to-face wall sex, anyway.

As I thrust up with force, she closes her eyes and slams her head back against the wall. "Fuck, Princess… You're so fucking wet." She moans into her gag as she rotates her hips while I thrust up into her in a way that gets both of us off fast. We're well-practiced in the art of the 'quickie.' We don't always have the time to languidly explore every inch of each other as we work our way up to orgasms. We can make "hard and fast" work for us when we need to. For instance, it's useful when we're having a quick fuck in a theme park restroom while unsuspecting park-goers stroll by on the other side of the wall.

She can't engage in dirty talk like she usually does since her speech is, by necessity, stifled. But her desperate moans are a whole different kind of arousing. Since there could be innocent ears nearby, I have to whisper all of my filthy thoughts into her ears. When I tilt my hips at a new angle, she releases an enthusiastic moan. "You like that, Princess?" She nods, making lewd sounds against her gag. I continue thrusting, and I can see she's getting close but can't quite get there. "You wanna come, don't you?" She nods. "You want me to fuck you harder?" She furrows her brows and nods furiously. I oblige, snapping my hips against her with increased force. "Faster?" She moans in assent. I increase the pace. "Touch yourself, Princess." Her hand darts to her clit and she starts rubbing in furious tiny circles. "Open your eyes…" She complies, and she looks absolutely desperate. "Good girl… Now touch yourself and make yourself come, baby…"

She throws her head back again, baring her neck, and it's taking everything in me to control the urge to bite her exposed flesh and leave my mark on her. I feel my hands gripping her ass harder as the tension inside of me builds. I feel the walls of her cunt fluttering, and I know I'm about to be pulled over the edge with her. Her whole body tenses up as she hits her climax and she releases a gratified moan as her cunt starts pulsating around my cock. With a few more forceful thrusts, I release myself deep inside of her with a shameless groan of my own. I still myself within her and we pause for a few seconds. We're breathing heavily and there are beads of sweat rolling down our faces.

While we recover, I'm resting my forehead against her collarbone and I can feel her tangling her fingers into my hair so she can give me a light massage into my scalp. I told her once that I love coming down like that – recovering my strength as she plays with my hair or rubs tiny patterns against my scalp. Now she does it every chance she gets, and I fucking love her for it.

She unwraps a leg from around my waist as I let her slide down, catching herself on the ball of her sandaled foot. She brings a hand to her face, presumably to remove the impromptu gag from her mouth. "Bellamy, my other sandal – can you grab it?"

I pull out of her and take a step back to fetch the sandal that landed a few feet behind me. I turn back around and the sight in front of me takes my breath away. Clarke is absolutely disheveled – leaning slack against the wall, balancing on one foot, naked from the waist down, the top of her shirt shoved down with her tits exposed, her panties dangling from a finger with her other hand against her forehead… Yeah, this is going in the spank bank.

I hand her back her sandal with a smirk, then re-situate my pants. I can't take my eyes off of her.

"What?" She looks at me questioningly.

I huff a laugh, "Nothing. You look well and truly fucked."

She gives me a lopsided grin and rolls her eyes. "Speak for yourself, Bell."

I check the mirror and my hair is wild, sticking in all directions. I nod my approval, "Well done, Princess…" I pinch her thigh just as she slips her other sandal on and she yelps while jumping away from me. I won't lie – I wanted to see her tits bounce a bit. Clarke rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what just went through my mind. I go back to trying to make my hair look a little less fucked while she bends down to grab her shorts. While she's distracted I snatch her panties out of her hand and put them in my pocket. I smirk when she narrows her eyes at me, but she doesn't fight me on it. We finish getting dressed, and she fixes her hair into a ponytail, checking in the mirror to make sure I didn't leave any marks.

"I know you think you're trying to tease me, keeping my panties as a little souvenir… But I don't think you took into account the fact that every time you check out my ass, which you do constantly, you're going to remember I'm not wearing anything under my shorts." She cocks her head to the side, "Hmm. Who is going to be more tortured this afternoon?" Fuck. That's why she didn't fight me when I snatched them from her hands… I lean down so I can groan against her neck, knowing that move always leaves her tingling with need. I bite her earlobe for good measure. She tries to look nonchalant as she shrugs her shoulders, but I can see her pupils are blown and she's practically biting a hole into her lower lip.

Clarke pulls me in for a kiss. "We should totally do that again sometime."

I laugh, "Agreed."

She cracks the door open so she can peek outside. "Good, there's nobody around." She darts out the door, pulling me with her, "Come on, hurry up before someone sees!" I chuckle at how flustered she gets when she's worried about being caught. She shoots me a glare, but laughs with me once we're farther from the bathrooms. We're holding hands, laughing like giddy teenagers as we make our way back to the Tilt-A-Whirl, where Alex and her friend are getting back in line for another round. I come to a halt and tug her back to me, wrapping my other arm around her waist and pulling her in for a slow kiss. She melts against me as I disentangle our fingers so I can bring my hand up to cup her face. She brings her arms around my neck and tilts her head to deepen the kiss. I could get lost in this woman… We're interrupted by hoots and hollers from Alex and her friend (and their newly acquired league of followers). Clarke is blushing a furious shade of red as she breaks the kiss, but laughs and takes a bow for our audience.

She takes my hand again and pulls me over to where Katelyn's parents are standing. Angela, the mom shoots us a raised eyebrow with a beaming smile. I've met Angela before when she brought Alex home or when we picked up Katelyn for sleepovers. I haven't met Katelyn's dad, yet, but he looks like a nice enough guy. "Bellamy, you know Angela." I nod and I'm about to extend my hand for a handshake but she pulls me in for a hug instead. Clarke warned me before I met Angela that she was a "huggy" person, but somehow I keep forgetting how huggy she is. "And this is Will, her husband." He extends a hand like a normal person and I give a firm handshake. I'm grateful he isn't one of those guys who uses handshakes as a display of dominance and tries to break my hand as a way of greeting.

The four of us talk about family, and the kids' schooling and other domestic shit while waiting for the girls to get their fill of the Tilt-A-Whirl. In a move that surprises nobody, Katelyn and Alex implore for both families to spend the rest of the day together at the park. And even more unsurprisingly, we all agree with to their proposed terms ("Katelyn and I can ride all the rides together, that way none of you have to ride them with us!").

Clarke and I spend the rest of the afternoon and evening teasing the fuck out of each other with clever innuendo and tormenting touches. By the time we get home and tuck in an already-sleeping Alex, Clarke and I are both boiling over with lust. Thank fuck we didn't over-exert ourselves at the park today.

As Clarke quietly closes Alex's door and walks back toward the kitchen, I drag my gaze hungrily up and down her body. She sees this and reciprocates in earnest while biting her lower lip, knowing it drives me crazy. Once she's finally standing in front of me, she hooks a finger through one of my belt loops and pulls me in for a lazy kiss that quickly becomes scorching with need.

I break the kiss and quietly speak against her ear, "Drink two glasses of water and eat something substantial – not just a few crackers."

She smirks, "Suggestions?"

I go over to the fridge and pull out yogurt and blueberries, along with orange juice I pour in a glass. "Here – carbs and protein." I take the opportunity to trail my knuckles up and down her body, grazing her shoulders, nipples, and abdomen.. Her pupils are blown and her breaths are coming quick and shallow. "I've got plans for this body tonight, and you're gonna need the energy, Princess." She smiles with excitement and gets to finishing up the snack I put out. "I'll meet you upstairs when you're done." She nods with a smirk.

I've got a thousand ideas racing through my head already. The only problem I face is deciding where to start…