start over | dreamwastaken x reader (sequel to split)

10 | SLOW

I don't really mind it. It's a fart who cares. It's funny. He's had to deal with mine I'm sure. And I'm sure it hasn't smelt the prettiest either. I guess this is my payback.

The smell hits me and I squirm again. I'm trying to escape but he has me trapped. I'm stuck in his stench. This man is trying to suffocate me with the smell of his rancid ass. I swear he's got a dead body living in him from the smell.

"No sex if you don't let me go." I say seriously. Face straight. No emotion what so ever. I know the way to this boys heart.

"That's okay. I think we should take things slow." Clay hits me back with the exact same serious tone. Okay. Okay. Boy is learning.

"Bullshit." I want to reach forward and grab at his sweats but he's got my wrists pinned to the floor. There is no way out of this. All I have are my words. He will cave eventually. I hope.

"You tried to fuck me the moment we saw each other. It's what you do Clay. You think with your dick. Your very nice dick." My words start harsh but it's not meant harshly at all. I can see he takes it the way I mean it to when his grip loosens on my wrist and he lets me slide out from under him.

"You got me alright?" He sits back on his heels and throws his hands up for a quick second before dropping them back down to his thighs. "I want to fuck the living shit out of you. Make your neighbors regret being your neighbors."

"If you want to fuck me so bad then do it." I challenge him because what's a relationship without a challenge. The power dynamic constantly switching is exactly what feeds our relationship.

"No because that's clearly what you want. You really think I'd give into what you want? You must be mistaken Miss. That's not how this relationship works." He motions between the two of us with the slight flick of his fingers. And I swear I feel my body go limp. He's arrogant and... egotistical... and something about it is so fucking sexy. So sexy that I could rip his clothes off right now.

"Don't drool now." Clay runs his thumb my bottom lip that's left ajar after his last words. My lip pulls as his thumb holds tight against my skin. I have the urge to just lunge forward with my mouth and take his thumb in but I hold back my urges. I have some decency. Not much, but some.

My breathing quickens. I try to hide it the best I can but I can see Clay's eyes flicker to the quick movements of my chest. And I'm sure as hell he can feel my breath hitting his skin at a faster rate. I swallow hard as he closes the distance between our faces. He replaces his thumb with his lips. Kissing around my mouth but never on it. Torturous man.

"Are you wet for me baby?" Clay ask as he slides his hand slowly down my arm, then down my to my waist, to the hem of my shorts. I grab his hand before he can slip it beneath the surface. He chuckles against my neck and he places feather light kisses to my hot skin. "You are a naughty girl."

"Shut up." I say behind gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry what was that?" I feel Clay's hand tense by the way his wrist also tenses in my grasp. "Did you just tell me to shut up?" Clay laughs as he pulls his face from out of the crook of my neck. "That's funny. You're a funny one thinking that you have the right to tell me what I have to do."

I feel a knot forming in the back of my throat as he speaks. I know my mouth has run dry. I can feel my heart literally pumping out of my chest. Or at least it feels like it's bouncing out of my chest. Everything is numb but also throbbing and pulsing.

"Clay I swear to god. Be an arrogant asshole one more time and I'm going to lose it." I huff out.

"Lose it in your panties?" He teases. "Oh, poor you." A smirk pulls to his lips because he knows exactly what he's done with his sly comment. I am losing it there instead of with him. He's being a right asshole and this isn't fair. I want the stimulation and pleasure of hand or a... penis. Not just... Nothing.