Chapter 7

• A near-perfect gentleman the whole drive - aside from the hand resting heavily, easily, on Ella’s knee like it was the natural thing for him to do. The walk up to his apartment is much the same, polite hand on the small of her back to guide her, but it's settled just a smidge lower than could be deemed safely good manners.
• As Clyde closes the door behind them, she's shifting almost awkwardly in the hall as if unsure of where to go - or even what to do with herself, if he's assuming correctly that the thing, she does with pressing at her wrists is a nervous tic - but he's all too happy to lead, jacket hung up and loosening his tie as he steps around her leisurely.
• “I believe I made you a promise,” he may have only tested it a couple of times, but he assumes right that it has a blush slowly burning despite her keeping her expression and stance calm, prompting a small smirk as he moves to ease her against his chest by his grip at her waist. “You play the ballbuster well, but I'm beginning to like the real you more.” He feels her bristle slightly at the idea the burning-faced tongue-tied bag of nerves is the 'real' her, a breath of a chuckle against her neck as he casually cages her between the wall and his firm chest.
• “Make no mistake Stewart, I 'play' at nothing. Just because you caught me on the back foot a few times—” He cuts her off with a demanding kiss, tongue teasing along the crease of her lips as he coaxes her to let him in, wasting no time once she does in deepening the kiss and making her head spin. Clyde can't help the smirk that tugs ever so slightly at his lips when he feels her knees go weak, relishing the way one of her hands grazes the back of his neck before sinking into his hair with a gentle tug.
• Caging her in his arms, pressing her tightly against his chest, he lifts her just that little bit to where she can barely skim the ground, walking them both with determination and purpose into the bedroom. When he finally lets Ella get her feet properly on the floor again, pulling back only slightly to nose at where the neckline of her dress had firmly kept any cleavage under wraps but given him free rein of every inch of her throat and clavicle, something he takes advantage of in the form of the occasional nip of his teeth.
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• It takes a second, but he notices the drag of her hand down his chest, teasing over the buttons of his shirt as she passes until she cups his aching crotch in her palm, eliciting a sharp inhale from him before he's mouthing at the sensitive point behind her ear as one large hand easily circles her neck, exerting the barest amount of pressure but it's enough to pull a mewl from those lips.
• If only based on her face, she seems floaty, heart hammering at giving over control. But her hands tell a different story, working with measured assurance to release him from the confines of the fabric. Clyde can't help but grind out a low, “Fuck...” nipping at her earlobe when she takes him in hand with the same confident finesse, he's watched her wield behind the bar. Palm twisting over the sensitive head to slick him with the pre-cum and ease the strokes that have his chest heaving as he shucks off the shirt
• When they reach the edge of the bed, he tries to turn the tables, but a firm plant of her heel has him pausing. Almost allowing her to nudge him till he drops to sit on the edge, planting slow worshipping presses of her lips along a shoulder, taking her time as she moves lower, the hand from his hair trailing to follow the same path until the gentle noise of one knee then the other hitting the rug perks his ears.
• The way Ella’s looking up at him through her lashes is anything but nervous, stroking his ego when he remembers just how flustered he can make her. Another reminder, though far from needed, of his power over those around him. But his mind quickly decides there's something more important to focus on as he feels the slow stroke of her hand that's joined by the drag of her tongue before pulling him achingly slowly into the heat of her mouth. The urge to shiver when he feels nestled deep in her throat, nose pressed tight against his pelvis, is strong - but as she starts to move, his focus is on the hand that fists in her hair, the other still laying around her throat as he feels himself move within her.
• Without exerting much pressure, it spurs her on, the steady swirl of her tongue making his grip tighten in her hair as she moves faster, hollowing her cheeks as the hand cradling his sac feels them tighten, taking him as deep as she can when he unravels, swallowing around him as he comes in ropes down her throat. “Fuckin' hell....” the hand in her hair moves to smooth through the strands as she seems in no hurry, tongue dragging gently along the underside until she releases him with a quiet pop to sit back on her haunches.
• Cradling her cheek in a hand, dragging his thumb along her bottom lip, he watches that slightly dazed look flit across her eyes. “More than just a gorgeous smile, good girl.” the edge of the growl to his voice has her barely hiding the sharp intake of breath.
• “Up,” Clyde's command is firm, steadying her by moving his grip to her waist as she gets gingerly to her feet, near dragging her to stand to flush against him between his knees, carefully easing down the zip of her dress as slow as he can, purely to feel the way her excited trembling increases as he nears the end of the zip. A tug at the end of the track has it pooling around her feet, though she doesn't seem that fazed to be left in heels and the silky Brazilian cut knickers. “Well, that's a pleasant surprise...” his words are muffled against her skin as he drags open-mouthed kisses over the swell of her breast, shamelessly holding her to him by a firm grip at her rear. The only crack in her composure is a moan carried on a breath when he catches a nipple between his teeth just on that line between pleasure and pain.
• It's oddly graceful, the way Clyde pulls back and twists, bringing Ella to land on the bed and allowing him to hover above her. “Shh, I've got you,” the words send a shiver through her that has her sinking her teeth into her lip as he eased the silky material down her legs, shuffling out the last of his barely-hanging-on clothes. The warning she got was a firm trailing of hands from her hips, down her thighs till they rested on her knees - the next she knew, he'd manhandled them apart and settled his shoulders between her thighs as he proved his tongue wasn't just talented as a wordsmith. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he had her tumbling over that edge of bliss, a firm suck at her bundle of nerves finally prompting an almost choked whine of his name as she tensed, trying to re-muster the brainpower to move away as he kept up his sweet torture despite her sensitivity, dragging another mind blanking orgasm from her with a huskily spoken stream of encouragement “Come on, you can give me one more.”, shifting to press himself more tightly against his nook between her thighs as he built up to a third - only then drawing back with a self-satisfied smirk when her voice sounded on the verge of sobbing. “Too much, too much. Please, Clyde, stop,” a chuckle washed over her skin as he climbed her body to catch her in a dominating kiss that felt like it set every nerve in her alight.
• Clyde swallowed down Ella’s high-pitched moans as he worked a finger into her heat, swiftly adding another as he worked to make sure she could handle him. That consideration didn't last long as he flipped her, Ella moving fast enough to messily get her knees under her and an arm to stop her face from hitting the mattress at least. That stability was short-lived as she heard the crack of skin on skin, jolting her forward slightly as he moved behind her, making a pleased hum at what she assumed was the already red mark on her backside from his handprint.
• Clyde was in no hurry as he slid his cock into her, a firm grip on her hips as he took a second to savor being buried to the hilt rather than watching her from the other side of the bar. He walked his knees apart, nudging hers together before he set an almost brutal pace, his ego relishing the way she babbled his name amongst wanton moans and pleas not to stop. One hand slid up her spine, pushing her shoulders lower before winding into her hair to tug it slightly and prompt a hiss-of-not-pain from her before he felt her flutter around his length, taking all his self-control not to fill her up that damn second as he chased his release, the speed of his thrusts increasing.
• But just as he felt that wave of pleasure cresting, he pulled out sharply, pulling a breath through his teeth as he gave a slight tug on her hair to direct her to lie down, head tilted back off the edge of the bed. Despite the flash of annoyed expression at him directing her like a damn horse, Ella quickly got the message, relaxing her throat as she wrapped her lips around the angry tip of his cock as he fists it before nearly slamming his pelvis against her chin. His movements were forceful, firmly chasing his pleasure as she let him dictate the speed, swallowing him down as he came and nearly collapsed forward onto her - it only took a couple of insistent taps at his hip before he with Clyde so she could sit up and swallow to get her breath back.
• 'Sitting up was probably a generous description, more propped on the elbow of a shaking arm as he joined her back on the bed, sucking marks lazily along her neck and clavicle as she clung to him, the slight drag of nails on his back threatening to overwhelm his exhaustion. He quirked a brow as she made a move to get up, dragging her back against his chest by an arm around her waist and a low-spoken “Where do you think you're going?” the breathy burst of laughter from her making him smile slightly where he'd buried his face in her hair. Propping himself up to catch her gaze, his back to that level of observation that unnerved people and made him as successful as he was. “You're goin' nowhere sweetheart.” the husky tinge to his voice had her chewing on her lip, unable or unwilling to tear her eyes from him “Get some rest, I'm not done with you yet.”
• If she'd been more coherent, she'd probably have caught the ominous note to that. Instead, she was all too happy to listen, prompting a rumbling noise of amusement later when she woke up first and got a little creative with his wake-up call - not that he was complaining.