Hi, my lovely readers! Thank you so much for your reviews for the last chapter! Not long to go until this story is over! So upsetting :( Make sure you guys are also checking Blue Eyes and Tattooed Lines, which is my new Bellarke story.
On the way back at Clarke's apartment, she was feeling a bit nervous. The courage she had felt back at the restaurant was gone and all that was left was a bundle of nerves at the pit of her stomach. She hadn't had enough alcohol in her system to keep her feeling upbeat, so as soon as the cool, night air hit her, she sobered up quickly. Clarke had her knees tightly pressed together and was fiddling with the hem of her dress, trying to keep her gaze fixed forward. Bellamy appeared a lot more relaxed—he was slouched back in his seat with one arm braced on the window sill and looking casually out the window. He had loosened the neck of his tie and undone the top button of his shirt, and there was a loose curl hanging down over his forehead, just above his eye.
Clarke had to keep reminding herself to look straight ahead, because Bellamy looked kind of dishevelled in this breathtakingly, sexy way and it made her body tingle. Maybe she had sobered up, but her body was still very aware that Bellamy was only few inches away.
Bellamy covered the taxi fare—despite Clarke's protests—and then they were walking toward her building. She swiped her security card and the doors slid open, her and Bellamy walking in silently. They took the elevator up to her floor and Bellamy followed her down the hall to her apartment. She turned on the light as they walked through her front door, going into her kitchen and automatically switching on the kettle and grabbing two mugs out of the cupboard.
"Did you want a drink?" Clarke asked, praying that Bellamy didn't hear the wobble in her voice. She kept her back to him, fiddling with the cup handles as she tried to get her nervousness under control. He didn't reply and she half turned, glancing over her shoulder. "Bellamy?"
"So that's why you invited me over?" Bellamy asked, his voice suddenly a lot closer than expected, and she almost jumped out of her skin. Clarke spun around and Bellamy was standing directly behind her. "For a drink?" He was staring down at her intensely, his eyes almost pitch black with lust and Clarke felt a wave of need wash over her. He took another step toward her and Clarke instinctively tried to move back but her ass came into contact with the bench, trapping her effectively between itself and Bellamy. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes darted down to his full mouth.
"Shit, Bellamy, I..." Clarke exhaled, her stomach doing somersaults and her eyes flicked back up to meet his. Bellamy tilted his head down ever so slightly, inching toward her and Clarke knew for a fact that her breaths were coming out short and raspy.
"Yeah?" Bellamy asked, his own chest clenching as he waited for her reply.
"What?" Clarke blinked, looking confused, but her expression still clouded with need.
"You said my name," Bellamy reminded her, although he was still inching closer to her, so clearly not in the mood for a conversation. Clarke blinked again, and for a second she faltered, as though she was going to stop, but then she shook her head and wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him down to her height so that their lips meshed. Bellamy's mouth was hot against hers, his tongue pushing through her lips and traced her warm cavern, unable to hold back the groan in his throat as he licked at her. She was just as sweet and intoxicating as the two other times he had tasted her. His hands went to her hips, lifting her up easily and grinning as Clarke let out a squeak. Her legs looped around his waist, hooking her ankles at the small of his back as he rested her down on the bench. Her kiss never let up, forcing him to meet each tongue stroke and lip bite as her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled his head in close to hers.
"Bedroom," she mumbled in one of the split seconds that their lips actually parted when air became a necessity. Bellamy nodded, picking her up and walking them toward her bedroom. Clarke's arm detached from his neck just before the passed through the doorway, fumbling around to turn off the light so that they were pitched into darkness. Her curtains were still open, and there was a blue hue that lit up the room, letting Bellamy see the lustful expression that Clarke was giving him as they fell backwards onto her bed. Clarke's hands went up to his shoulders, pushing his jacket off and then her fingers making quick work of his tie. Bellamy pulled away from her for a minute, sitting up so that he could pull off his shirt. He pushed up her dress, exposing her long legs and the lacy, black panties that she was wearing.
"Looks like you were ready for someone tonight," he noted, smirking up at her as he traced the edges of her underwear, skimming over the crotch and his lips twitched as he felt dampness already seeping through the thin material.
"I hoped it might end like this," Clarke answered honestly, squirming underneath his touch as his hands continued to push her dress up until her stomach was exposed. He ran his fingers upward, finding her bra and cupping her breasts lightly. "Fuck," she hissed out, her body instantly responding to his attentions. Her nipples hardened, and he could feel it through the cups. She pulled herself upward so that he could jerk her dress over her head, leaving her only in her bra and underwear. "You need to get your pants off," she told him, chewing down on her lower lip as she glanced over his body, resting them his lower half.
"Yeah, I know," Bellamy rolled onto his side, lifting up his ass to pull off his pants, throwing them to the ground. She rolled with him, her knees on either side of her hips. Clarke straddled him, letting out a hiss as her core rested over his hardened cock, only several layers of thin material separating them. She lowered herself, their mouths joining together again and Clarke let out a moan as he thrust himself upwards against her. Heat burned through her as she grinded herself down on him. His hands ran up and down her back, scratching lightly at her skin and causing her to arch into him. He unhooked her bra, letting it fall off and then gently pulling away from her. Clarke blinked down at him, her eyelids heavy, as Bellamy rubbed down her sides, sliding around to cup her breasts and pluck at her pebbled nipples. Clarke gasped and her back arched again, violently, and Bellamy felt himself hardening even more so in his briefs. He encouraged her to shuffle upwards so that he could wrap his lips around her nipple, tugging at it with his teeth and laving it with his tongue.
"Fuck, Bellamy," Clarke groaned, her fingers digging into the pillow underneath Bellamy's head. While one of his hand massaged the breast that wasn't in his mouth, the other hand glided down her body, slipping underneath her underwear and teasing her slit. "Bellamy..." Clarke whined, rolling her hips toward his hand, trying to get some relief from the burn that was between her legs. His tongue continued flicked over her nipple again, and his hand tightened around her breast and Clarke exhaled heavily, her whole body on fire with need.
One finger slipped between her wet folds and she moaned from deep inside of her. The tip of his finger teased just inside of her opening for a moment before moving upwards and softly circling her bundle of nerves. Clarke squeezed her eyes shut, her toes curling as Bellamy began moving his finger tighter around her clit, swiping over it and pressing down. There was a tightening in her stomach and the muscles in her thighs and calves felt as though they were stiffening as she moved quickly toward her orgasm. His tongue and hands started working harder and Clarke let out a strangled noise.
"Come on, Princess," Bellamy breathed. "Come for me."
"Fuck...Bell..." Clarke choked out, crashing into her orgasm, her body going limp as she spilled over his hand. He carefully rolled her off him, shedding his underwear and bracing himself over her. "Condoms in the drawer," she mumbled, waving toward the bedside table next to her bed. Bellamy tried the first drawer, and then the second, finding the pack of condoms and pulling one out. He ripped it open and sheathed himself, kneeling between her legs. Clarke stared up at him, reaching out for his shoulders, pulling him in closer to her and nodding once.
Bellamy slid inside her, her wet heat surrounding him.
"So..." Clarke breathed, running her hand through her hair and releasing a satisfied sigh. "That was on way to end the night." Bellamy looked over at her, the sheet pulled up to his waist so that his toned, tanned chest was on full display. He quirked an eyebrow at her before letting out a laugh.
"Oh, really? One way?" He smirked. "You mean the best way." Clarke made a face and held up her hand, tilting it from side to side in a so-so kind of motion.
"You were alright."
"Alright?" Bellamy protested. "Alright?!" He threw off the sheet and rolled over quickly, trapping her legs between his knees and his hands bracing on either side of her head. Clarke laughed as she tried to escape, but he kept his position strong. "Just alright?" He repeated. Clarke rolled her eyes and then smiled, lifting her finger to trail down his chest, dripping down over his skin.
"You were more than alright, Bell," she assured him, her nail leaving behind a tingling sensation down his torso. "But I'm sure you've already been told that by one of your many ladies," she added cheekily. Bellamy sighed and shook his head.
"Shit. You always gotta go and ruin a perfectly good compliment, don't ya, Princess?" He muttered before falling back onto the mattress beside her. Clarke laughed and turned to the side, resting her head on his chest. They lay there in quiet for several minutes, the only light coming into the room from the moon, due to the open curtains. Bellamy's arm curved around Clarke's waist and she snuggled closer to him, laying her face flat on his chest and listing to his heart beat. She felt completely alert but totally contented and sleepy at the same time. She was starting to fall asleep when Bellamy nudged her with his shoulder.
"Mm?" She mumbled, looking up at him.
"Since you deprived of my dessert and the restaurant," Bellamy began, lifting his head of the pillow so that he could look down at her. "I think that we need to have ice cream now." Clarke winced and gave him a sympathetic look.
"I don't have any," she said. Bellamy's mouth dropped and he shook his head.
"I don't think I've ever been so disappointed in you," he told her, expression mock-serious.
"Oh, shut up," Clarke huffed. "My guilty pleasure is smoking, not junk food."
"Well, I feel as though we need ice cream," Bellamy announced.
"It's four in the morning!"
"Perfect time for ice cream," he continued. To prove how serious he was, he displaced her head onto the pillow and got up. He rummaged around, partially blind, for his briefs. Clarke sat up, the blankets falling down and revealing her bare breasts, watching as he moved around the room. Bellamy was soon fully dressed and standing by the side of the bed.
"You're serious?" Clarke asked in disbelief.
"As a heart attack," Bellamy winked down at her. "I'll be back soon," he promised, dropping a kiss to her forehead. Clarke felt a ridiculous smile spreading across her face as she watched him go, and when she heard the front door close, she buried her face in one of the pillows and let out a happy squeal.
So this is my last update for the year. I'm taking some time from now until after New Years because I've got five weeks of training at work, plus two 21st's, plus a concert, plus Christmas and New Years—just insanely busy in general! But I love you all so much, and pretty please leave a review, as an early Christmas present to me, and I'll send you a preview, along with lots of my love.
I just wanted to say a huge thank you to you guys for making my year great, and I hope that my stories have helped you all to escape reality for just a few minutes xxxx