Guys, this wasn't the plan but I decided that I personally wanted to write what happened after the night of the bet. I plan one more part after this. Enjoy and happy reading.
Betcha Will Want More
"I heard a little news from Raven," Murphy smirked sitting on the couch. He was spending a lazy afternoon with Bellamy playing video games.
"Oh yeah," Bellamy distractedly answered banging on the game controller. "What did she say?"
"It's about that night you spent with Clarke. You know...the other night."
Bellamy's eyes flitted over to Murphy. How could he forget that night? It was amazing. He didn't just have the pleasure of fucking Clarke one time but it turned into a marathon of six times until they both were bone tired and exhausted into sleep. Clarkew didn't leave his bed or house until about 6 am the next morning. Usually he did his thing with said girl and she was immediately out the door. But this was different, this was Clarke. For some reason Bellamy didn't want her to leave right away. He liked having her in his bed at his side. It felt right.
.
"Turns out that we weren't the only ones making bets that night," he cackled. Wait until Bellamy got ahold of this information.
Bellamy's mouth fell open in shock and he stared at Murphy not believing the words. No way. Clarke couldn't have, could she? Demur study bug never have fun Clarke making sexual bets that included him. He didn't know whether to be mad or impressed.
"You're lying," Bellamy shook his head in denial. "Clarke doesn't break the rules. You expect me to believe that she made a bet to sleep with me? Yeah right. Try again Murphy."
"I'm telling you. Your sister was even in on it. Apparently her and Raven bet Clarke to do something wild and unpredictable. She had to do whatever they wanted. Raven came up with the whole bedding you thing. She said that there was way too much tension between the two of you for the sex not to be hot. Thus, you became the bet."
"Son of a bitch," he stood up and started pacing. "No wonder she was so willing. I know that I have skills but it was never that easy with any girl. And I would know," he openly bragged. "She was practically begging for it Murph."
"The player got played," Murphy chuckled.
"I'm going to kill Octavia," he huffed. "How could she do that to me? Her own brother. Clarke used me!"
"It's not like you have a leg to stand on here Bellamy. Weren't we doing the same thing?"
"That's different!," he indignantly yelled.
"Not really," Murphy mumbled un-pausing the game. He didn't get why Bellamy was so mad. They bet on women every weekend and much to their delight, was pretty damn good at snagging them for the evening. It never went much further than that.
Bellamy stormed out of the room ready to raise hell.
Murphy startled from the couch hearing the front door slam angrily. Maybe he should've kept his mouth shut. His friend didn't seem too happy.
Good thing he didn't mention blabbing about their bet to Raven. Bellamy would probably have his head.
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"Octavia!," he banged on the apartment door. "Open the damn door O!"
Bellamy nearly choked when the door opened and there stood Clarke looking really annoyed. She had her arms crossed and she tapped her foot impatiently.
"She's in class. Come back later," Clarke said. She went to close the door when she realized Bellamy's arm had blocked her.
"A bet? That's what it was?," Bellamy asked.
She stared at him. Something inside of her started to steam. He had nerve.
"Fuck you Bellamy. Don't pretend as if that was some grand night for you. I know."
He fell backwards a bit on the heels of his feet. She knew?
"What the hell are you talk about? You know? What do you know Clarke?"
"I know that our friends bet you to sleep with me that night too. So get off of your soapbox and get the hell out of my doorway. I have to study," she growled.
Bellamy's eyes fell down to his feet. Clarke could see the look of shame covering his face. She started to feel bad. He looked embarrassed. His shoulders slumped and his anger seemed to fall away.
"It wasn't like that," he shamefully admitted.
"Oh, it wasn't."
"C'mon Clarke," he tried. "You know it wasn't. I know that you believe me," he pleaded.
"Look Bellamy. We had fun and we both made a little money while doing it. Let's not make it a big deal. It's over."
He looked at her then. Their eyes connecting in understanding. Bellamy shuffled his feet and in that moment something changed, something clicked. Suddenly he began to feel clammy and nervous. The smoldering stare between them felt real, different. That night and the passion claiming them both like a raging fire.
His mouth started to feel dry, sweat beads were forming on his forehead. Clarke looked no better. Her chest was heaving with harsh breaths, she pushed aside that long beautiful hair that Bellamy had happily run his hands through in the throes of passion.
"I should...I should go," he stumbled. "Will you..."
"Yeah. Yeah," she cut him off. "I'll tell Octavia you stopped by," she hurriedly closed the door. She needed to get away from him. It was like a magnet. The more he was around her, the more she was drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame.
Clarke's back hit the door once it was closed and she tried controlling herself. She concentrated on breathing deeply and calming her nerves.
"Get it together Griffin," she prompted. "God, what's happening to me? It's just a boy. A boy that I don't even like," she tried convincing herself with very little success.
She walked into the den area turning the air conditioner up a little higher. Maybe if she got back to studying she could forget the heat running down her body and into her most private areas. It was just Bellamy and in no way was she going to allow any man to have a hold on her.
Clarke opened the book and got back to reading on scientific theories and such. The words were clashing into one big mess. She couldn't focus and all she seem to think of was that perfect man standing in her doorway.
She blew out a frustrated breath. She got up and walked back into the kitchen. A glass of cold water would cool her down. At this rate she'd probably would need to drench her entire body in cool fluid. This wasn't normal.
Clarke sat the glass down into the sink when she heard a light tap on the door again. She sighed walking over to open it. Who was bothering her now?
She almost fell in shock seeing Bellamy standing there. He didn't seem angry anymore, he looked almost determined.
"Bellamy," she barely got out. He pushed her against the wall and before Clarke could comprehend what was happening, his lips were covering hers in a rough passionate kiss.
She moaned loudly grappling clumsily into his hair. Bellamy lifted her from the floor and Clarke's legs wrapped tightly around his torso.
"Bellamy," she panted. "What are we doing?"
"Sex Clarke. I want you," he kissed along her neck. "Do you want me?"
Her eyes closed and she tried to will herself into saying no. But the heat between their bodies and his tongue running across the thin material of her dress was a powerful thing to refuse. How could she possibly say no to him? She wanted him and she wanted him bad.
"Yes," she hissed when his strong hand palmed her breast. "But we shouldn't do this. It's not right."
"Why? Two consenting adults. Cards on the table. No more bets, no more games Clarke. The first time it was our friends pulling the strings. This time it would be by choice. Only our choice," he said looking into her eyes. That deep voice filling her with joy. They hadn't done a thing but kiss and she was already soaking wet.
Clarke couldn't look away from him. By choice? Did she have it in her to choose sex with Bellamy without the threat of losing a bet? God she wanted him. But walking that path with Bellamy was dangerous territory. What would people think?
"It's not that hard Clarke. Yes or no," he said praying for a yes. "Are we doing this?"
She turned her head contemplating his words. She bit her lips nervously as Bellamy continued watching her like a hawk. She had to be feeling what he was feeling.
"Clarke?"
She looked to him then and nodded her head. The truth was she wanted more, more of him, more of his body, his hands, more of his mouth on her. It had been two weeks and she dreamed about it every night. The passion was endless and unbridled. She was admittedly hooked and no way was she turning down this opportunity.
The smile she received from Bellamy melted her heart. It was so genuine and unlike his usual jackass smile or smirk. He was so damn gorgeous.
"I want you Clarke. I've always wanted you," he said. That confession pushed her forward.
She kissed him with everything inside of her.
Bellamy secured her legs more firmly around his waist and he began walking towards her bedroom. The apartment wasn't overly huge so he easily kissed Clarke while navigating carefully through the halls.
"You're so beautiful," he muffled out. "So beautiful."
"Show me," she practically begged.
He dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed. Clarke giggled out when she bounced up and down a few times.
Bellamy winked at her pulling the t-shirt over his head. That bronze chest coming into her view. Clarke licked her lips anticipating his next move.
Clarke held her arms out inviting him to join her. She needed to feel him pressing her body into that mattress. "Come here."
Bellamy fell on top of her and instead of kissing Clarke or removing her clothes, he stared. His hands brushed her wild hair aside and he looked deeply into those blue eyes. He swears that he could see oceans looking into them.
"Bell?," she was confused. "What are you doing?"
"I want to remember this moment, here with you," Bellamy said sincerely. "It was never about the bet Clarke. Never. This thing between us has been happening for a while."
"Yeah," she breathed. She brought her lips to his and there was no stopping from there. Bellamy practically ripped that summer dress from her body.
He moved swiftly down her body letting his mouth seductively cover her breasts.
Clarke moaned in pleasure trying to use the friction from her sheets to soothe the heat in between her legs. It was building and she didn't know how much more she could take.
"Perfect," he mumbled. His teeth grazed against her nipples, his tongue feeling wet and sensual. He was devouring her to the point tears.
"Please," she begged. Clarke wanted him to go lower. She wanted that tongue to work over her pussy just like he did the last time.
"Bellamy," she moaned. "Baby," she whined when he continued to enjoy the upper area of her body.
"Tell me Clarke. What do you want," he asked teasing her pussy with a graze of his hand.
She cried out spreading her legs apart. Bellamy smirked. She was so fucking sexy in her desire for him. He licked his lips hungrily and pushed his head deep between her legs.
"Oh god," Clarke cried. His tongue worked her over like a perfectly tuned orchestra. The quick flicks over her clit had Clarke leaping off the bed in ecstasy. Bellamy added a few fingers and her head pushed into the pillow begging for more.
"Bell," she hissed. "Never stop. That feels good," she murmured twisting her head against the pillow.
"Hmm," he mumbled. She tasted fantastic. He generally didn't go down on girls but Clarke was different. What he felt for her was different. He wanted to give her the ultimate pleasure.
She came and her body shook with her first orgasm. Bellamy placed his hands on her stomach to hold her down as her body spasm-ed in pleasure.
"How was that?," he asked crawling back up her body.
"So amazing, " she delightfully kissed him. "But not enough," Clarke rubbed her hand down his dick. "Magnificent Bell. He was so hard in her hands. Clarke pumped up and down a few times feeling the cum leak onto hand.
"What?"
"I want you to fuck me from behind," she whispered.
His eyes lit with desire and he roughly turned Clarke on her stomach. He refrained the need to shove her down into the mattress forcefully. He wanted to feel her entirely.
Clarke lifted that perfect ass in the air and Bellamy groaned out rubbing his dick against her. He nearly came right there.
The feel of him warm and hard touching her backside made Clarke cry out. "Fuck me," she begged. "Hard," Clarke gasped.
He pushed inside of her then and both screamed out in pleasure.
"Shit," Bellamy bellowed adjusting himself. Clarke felt so fucking good on his cock. The smooth warm feeling of her surrounding him like a perfectly fit sleeve. His dick never felt so good. Bellamy lifted her body up then pressing her closer into his chest. His movements were slow at first but he began to pound into Clarke with wild abandon.
Her moaning whines and his grunts along with the rhythmic slapping of skin were all that could be heard.
Clarke sexily reached into her wanton pussy adding another piece of pleasure. She rocked herself deeper into his dick while her fingers worked slowly over her clit.
"Yes," she screamed. "Your dick feels amazing." Taking him all in had Clarke ready to scream to the rafters. Bellamy was so damn huge. She swears that she could feel him from the top of her head all the way down to the tips of her toes.
"Fuck," he growled when Clarke drove herself deeper down on him. He pumped harder against her ass suddenly feeling himself close to coming.
"I'm coming baby," he warned. The slick movements of his cock rocking inside of her was too much. Clarke moved faster wanting to get him there. Bellamy made a loud hiss and Clarke felt him shake against her.
"Shit," he growled feeling himself come with heavy bursts filling the condom completely. "Clarke," he moaned holding her in place.
Her steady movements slowed. She turned her head to the side laying the most tantalizing kiss that Bellamy ever received.
"You feel so good," Bellamy said.
Clarke giggled enjoying him still completely inside of her. There was never a better feeling than having Bellamy go soft and firm while still connected to her.
"You up for round two?," she smiled sexily. This girl couldn't get enough. Continuous sex with Bellamy was the best.
Bellamy chuckled rubbing his hands on her stomach. "Give me a minute. We have all night."
"Bell, Octavia will be home soon. We can't let her see us this way."
Bellamy pulled out of her. He turned Clarke facing him, the question written all over his face. "Why not?"
"We just can't," she climbed out of bed.
Bellamy watched her place a robe on tying the front. "It was supposed to be a bet. Just one night. What will she think?"
"She'll think we decided for more. I don't know why this is a big deal. We're adults. It's not like I can exactly control her sex life with Lincoln," he frowned at the thought. "It's not like she can control mine either."
"She's my best friend Bellamy. What am I going to say? Hey O, I'm screwing your brother. God, what were we thinking? We let our hormones get the best of have to go," she panicked picking up his clothes. She threw them to bed where Bellamy was sitting. "Octavia can't find you here."
He was astonished by this sudden change. He couldn't believe that she was pushing him out. The night was just starting as far as he was concerned.
"You're kidding, right? You can't possibly expect me to leave after that."
"It's for the best," she turned away. "I'm sorry."
Bellamy dressed in record time. Afterwards he stood and just watched her. He was suddenly feeling pissed and disappointed. They had such a good time and now she wanted him gone. His next words came without thought. Thinking back, he probably should've just silently left.
"I guess it was just a bet. Nice to know," Bellamy angrily swung his car keys into his hand and left the room. He refused to play this game with Clarke. Obviously she didn't want him. He guessed those feelings really were one sided after all.
Tears swelled in Clarke's eyes watching him leave. Great job. She just ruined any chance at happiness with him. Why couldn't she allow herself to just be happy?
She ran Bellamy off and now the only thing she could hear amidst the deafening silence was the dim drone of the air conditioner. Clarke wanted so badly to call him back. But it was too late and now he was gone, possibly forever.