"Hush now. Table's don't talk."
I picked up my fork and speared a couple of pancakes. Then I lay them onto her stomach. I put a couple pieces of fruit and some grape jelly between her breasts. I considered the bacon for a minute but decided I wasn't that cruel.
Bacon was too scratchy.
Then I picked up the maple syrup and smiled at her, staring into her eyes while I poured a healthy portion over her tits and stomach. Her sweet little * too. She inhaled sharply, unable to look away.
Oh man, did I know the feeling.
"I know it's not polite to eat with your hands. So I won't."
I pulled off my shirt. I knew this was going to get messy. And then I went to town. I slowly ate every bite of food off her delectable body, all the while letting my fingers slide constantly over her sticky little * lips.
Just to make sure she went out of her fucking mind.
I had to be certain that she never forgot this. Especially if it was the last time. And it was almost certainly going to be the last fucking time.
A sharp pain went through my chest at the thought. I forced myself not to think about that. Not yet. Plenty of time for regret later.
I had a sudden feeling that I would regret this for the rest of my life.
My tongue swirled over her nipples, already hard as rocks. Then I traced my way down her tummy, lapping up maple syrup as I went. When I got to her lower tummy I turned my head to look at her inquisitively.
If she begged, I would keep traveling downward. She just stared at me, already delirious. But... not desperate enough. So I started up her body again.
It was another twenty minutes before she caved.
"Please Clay."
"Please what?"
"I want to-oh!"
Did I mention my fingers were now all the way inside her? Couldn't fault her for having trouble putting a coherent thought together.
"Yes my pet?"
"Can you please-"
"What is it sweetheart? What do you want me to do?"
"Can you please-fuck me!"
I grinned and stood up, finally taking my hand away. I stared at her while I peeled the rest of my clothes off. Shoes, socks, pants, boxers.
Then I had the last bit of my meal. I savored the taste of her as I cleaned her of every single drop of maple syrup. My face was sticky by the time I was done.
I climbed on top of her, letting my boner scrape over her skin teasingly.
"Fuck me already Clay!"
"I thought you'd never ask."
I guided the tip of my cock to her swollen * lips.
"Actually, you didn't really ask did you? That was more of a beg."
She let out the sexiest fucking moan as I pushed forward, sliding into her.
"I do like it when you beg, Nevada. Remember that."
And then I gave her what she wanted.
Nevada
Bastard.
Devil.
Sonofabitch.
Clay pulled my nipple into his mouth as he circled his hips. But oh God, could he fuck. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. Every second.
He always had.
And I hated him for it.
Well, not right now. Right now, I was too busy having my third epic orgasm of the morning. The morning which was going to ruin my mom's relationship with the Westfields.
The morning that Clay had set out to humiliate me.
I just wasn't sure why.
I wasn't going to lie. It hurt. It kind of felt like my insides were on the outside. I felt like he'd tricked me.
Betrayed me.
And that didn't even begin to cover what this was going to do to my mother. Piss her off first of all. Put her job in jeopardy... maybe.
Maybe, just maybe I could find a way to sneak out.
"Clay-"
He was nearing his peak. I could feel his control slipping. His eyes were hooded as he stared down at me. I felt my body start to quiver as he stiffened above me, filling me with his essence.
He bucked wildly, always loosing control at the end. Usually, I found it sexy. Actually, I still found it sexy. But this time it also pissed me off.
It pissed me off a lot.
But then he looked at me with the strangest expression. He looked... regretful. His hands found my face and he leaned down to kiss me tenderly.
He did care. No matter what other bullshit was going through his head. No matter what angst he was taking out on me.
That is the exact moment that his stepmother chose to walk into the room. She knocked but didn't wait for an answer. To his credit, Clay tried to cover my face with his arms and shoulder. Not that it did a damn thing.
"What the fuck Claire?"
I could see her pinched face from under Clay's arm. She knew who I was. She was going to cause trouble for me.
And my mom.
I could not have felt worse at that moment. It was simply not humanly possible. I wanted to sink into the carpet and disappear. I wanted to run.
Of course, that was kind of hard with a six foot tall man lying on top of you. And your hands and feet tied to the bed posts. And a huge fucking cock pinning you to the mattress.
Then things got even worse.
"This is not a frat house Clayton. I expect you to take your little 'friend' elsewhere. Immediately."