Ruby Fox (love_ruby) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-01-31 20:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, clint, clint x ruby, ruby |
Who: Ruby and Clint (NPC)
Where: Clint’s House
When: Night, Saturday, Dec 2nd
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
With the last couple of weeks that she’d had, Ruby needed an escape. She kept waiting for Jules to say something to her, for things to seriously blow up in her face. The fact that it hadn’t happened yet didn’t mean it wasn’t going to and that was almost worse. At any time, she could be publicly accused of trying to steal Jasper from Jules, a scene that she knew wouldn’t go well no matter how it played out. Or Elodie could just drop the video on Facebook and then she could hide in a hole till graduation. It wouldn’t matter if Jasper believed her or not-- no one would understand what had really happened, especially when she couldn’t explain it well herself. No matter what happened, she came across as crazy. It wasn’t a new label, but not one she’d had to really deal with in years and she wasn’t ready to live through it again. She needed something to take her mind off it, which was how she ended up at Clint’s party.
It wasn’t one of those big, blow out parties that revolved around an event like a dance or a holiday, but there was keg and a fire in the backyard and enough people that Ruby was able to blend in even when it wasn’t really her crowd. Nobody seemed to care after a few drinks, at which point flip cup and beer pong became sporting events with an audience. Ruby laughed as she bested Brian, a surprise considering how much she’d already had to drink, but who cared? This was exactly why she’d come, a chance to have stupid fun for a night without worrying about who might ruin her life the next day.
It was that weird in-between spot after Thanksgiving and before Christmas where nothing happened except decorating and shopping and too much family time. There was basketball, yeah, but most kids weren’t out being super social, they were too busy. Clint’s parents had taken his little sister out of town to do some relative visiting -- he’d managed to weasel out of it by claiming he couldn’t miss a game, it was his senior year, and since they’d lost the football championship, basketball had to be better -- so he had the place to himself. The idea to have a party after the game had manifested on Thursday, and it had been pretty easy to put together by Saturday.
Clint had paid a friend of his to get a keg of beer and buy him some liquor, and he’d thrown some snacks on the counter, lit up the fire pit in the backyard, and invited some cool people over. Some couldn’t make it, others showed up uninvited, but Clint didn’t care. By eleven or so, he was pleasantly drunk, watching people play beer pong while music blasted out of the house. He laughed uproariously when Ruby Fox beat Brian Kinsey’s ass, and gave the guy a friendly shove out of the way to take his place at the other end of the table. “My turn, my turn. Rack ‘em up, boys!” he called, motioning vaguely for someone to bring him more beer. “You’re goin’ down, Fox.” Clint pointed at Ruby with a big lopsided grin.
“Oh, you wish!” Ruby laughed as Clint took Brian’s place. “This isn’t basketball, baby. I own this court.” And had had enough to drink that she was feeling rather cocky. Still, she knew Clint’s skill on the basketball court wouldn’t necessarily translate from one game to the other, which was all that mattered. She’d kick his ass, even if it was his party. He was just another over-confident jock that under-estimated her. “You’ll have to let me know which burns worse, losing the game to a girl or getting drunk under the table by one.”
There was a laughing cry of “ohhhh!” from the loose crowd around them, and Clint laughed along with them, but there was an extra spark of interest in his eyes. He knew Ruby Fox from around, of course, because it was impossible not to know everyone in this tiny-ass town, and while he’d always vaguely thought she was hot, she just wasn’t his type. But shit talking over beer pong was apparently kind of a turn on. Or maybe he was just drunk and had been single for too long. Whatever, it was fun. “Big talk for such a little girl,” he lobbed back with a grin. Clint refilled and re-arranged the red cups in front of him, then picked up the ping pong ball, ready to make Ruby eat those words.
“Size has nothing to do with it,” Ruby grinned as they reset the table. She was up for the challenge, even if she really didn’t need any more to drink, and she kind of enjoyed the trash talk from Clint. The real test was how he handled it when she kicked his ass. Guys like him, usually they got all ass hurt and angry, like being beaten by a girl insulted their manhood in some way, especially in front of their friends. Guys were far more attractive when they took defeat gracefully, or at least with a laugh, rather than storming off in a huff. The game turned out to be more of an equal match than Ruby expected, the two of them keeping up with each other almost the whole way through. But as Ruby sunk her her last ball into a cup, she smirked back at Clint, waiting to see how he reacted as the crowd around her cheered. Maybe he’d defy her expectations. He’d played a good game— she was just better.
It was a good game, and Clint had to admire her tenacity. And her aim, because yeah. He threw up his hands and groaned theatrically when the ball plopped into his last cup, but he was grinning as he did so. Everybody was so hyped up and having fun, the tiny sting to his pride was very easily managed. He was drunk, and obviously not playing his best, and it wasn’t like she’d completely wiped the floor with him or anything. Laughing along with everybody else, Clint picked up the plastic cup and downed the beer in one long swallow. He squinted one eye at Ruby as he put it down, then unsteadily walked around to her side of the table. “Good game, Fox,” he told her, offering his hand out to shake.
They were both a bit unsteady, though Ruby liked to believe she was leaning against the table casually, not using it for support. The world kind of spun around her and she knew that another game was completely out of the question. It was probably a miracle she’d pulled off a win against Clint as it was. “You too,” she grinned as she shook his hand, thinking to herself that he was hotter than usual, though that was likely the beer talking. “Anytime you want a rematch, I’m down. Just not right now,” she admitted with a laugh. Though she was by no means a lightweight, there was only so much she could handle at her size. “You throw a good party.”
As soon as they shook hands, Clint felt kind of dorky about it, because who shook hands with girls like that? But Ruby was smiling and pretty and even though she sounded pretty drunk too, which meant she was having fun, which was awesome. They’d won the game! Everybody deserved some fun and beer. Maybe not much more for him though, things felt kind of floaty and blurry. “Hey thanks!” he said with enthusiasm, glancing around to make sure everyone around them seemed to agree. They did. There were already people shuffling in to take over the beer pong table, so Clint held onto Ruby’s hand and gently pulled her out of the way of traffic. “Hey come get some chips with me,” Clint suggested. Food was good, food would keep him from puking, and he decided he didn’t want to puke tonight, all of the sudden.
It was cute the way Clint looked around, like he didn’t know his party was good and needed that affirmation. Ruby couldn’t imagine people sticking around if it wasn’t, but then there was free beer and people rarely turned that down, especially when they couldn’t get it for themselves. “Chips would be good,” Ruby agreed, letting Clint pull her along to wherever food was and thinking that it would be good to put something in her stomach other than beer. She didn’t really notice that he was still holding her hand until they were halfway there, but made no move to change it. She wondered if he knew he was doing it, or what his friends would think if they noticed. When she realized she was thinking far too hard on something that didn’t even matter, she pushed it out of her mind. “I’m so glad you put this together. I really needed this.”
Since the house was kind of crowded and he didn’t think Ruby had ever been there before, the decision to keep holding her hand was a half-conscious one. It wasn’t something he would’ve done if he wasn’t two sheets to the wind, naturally, but that didn’t matter, because he was. And so was she. So that worked out, didn’t it? Clint didn’t think twice about what his buddies might think. He just pulled her toward all the snacks that were spread out haphazardly on the countertop, then let Ruby’s hand go so he could dig into a bag of Doritos. He turned to lean his ass against the counter and flashed her another grin. “Thanks, me too,” he said. “It was easy. And who doesn’t need a party? Especially after a win like that!” He stuffed a couple of bright orange corn triangles into his mouth and started munching.
“Was it a tough game or something?” Ruby asked with amusement. “I wasn’t actually there, but it’s, like, the second game of the season, right?” Though she’d made it to a few football games, Ruby had never even considered going to see the basketball team play. She only knew about the party through word of mouth, and she knew who was good because that always spread around school. The jocks wore their varsity letter jackets like a badge of honor and, even if people didn’t talk, the number of patches up the side of the jacket usually touted their skill. As far as she could tell, Clint was one of the better players. “You hoping to play in college?”
Clint was crunching away, but he tucked the Dorito goodness into his cheek to answer Ruby’s questions. “We totally wiped the floor with them,” he said in regard to the game. “Total washout, fucking embarrassing.” He was pretty good at basketball, but football was his true love, so his varsity jacket had plenty of patches on it. He grinned, realized he probably had Dorito cheese on his teeth, and pulled his lips together again. Clint straightened up and wobbled his way to the fridge to pull out a Gatorade. “Nah, I’m gonna try’n play football,” he told Ruby as he went. He didn’t even really know if he could maintain those grades in college, but he was definitely expected to try. Clint pulled a blue drink out, then glanced over at her with raised brows. “You thirsty?”
“What position do you play?” Ruby asked as she munched on a chip. This was probably something everyone knew but her, but Ruby had never even made a show of being interested in high school sports. Maybe she would be in college, but it felt like something a certain group was into and most of her friends weren’t in that group. She liked football well enough though and would watch it with her dad and brother from time to time. She could keep up when she wanted to. “Please, yes, Gatorade would be awesome,” she said. “Anything but another beer. I mean, beer’s great, but if I have any more I’m gonna start dancing on tables or something crazy.” And not remember it in the morning. She definitely didn’t want to hit that point. It was fun so long as she wasn’t sick and falling all over herself.
He grabbed another bottle, then turned and nudged the fridge door shut with his hip. “Wide receiver,” Clint answered as he approached Ruby again, but it sounded somewhat distracted, and the little smirk on his face had nothing to do with his position. He held the Gatorade up as he moved in closer than he’d been before, right in front of Ruby. “It’s a fuckin’ party, you can dance all you want,” he told her. “I’ll even clear a table off for ya.” It probably didn’t make a lot of sense, but he was drunk and feeling kinda flirty, so Clint didn’t care. Ruby would know what he meant.
“That’s more attention than I want tonight,” Ruby said her lips curling up as Clint moved in close. Normally she couldn’t care less about what people thought of her, but she’d caught sight of Jules earlier and she didn’t want to do anything that would draw that much attention to herself. This was supposed to be fun, an escape of sorts, not a prompt for a catfight. Individual attention though, that she could get into. “I could dance though,” she grinned, feeding off of his flirting and giving it right back. Because why not? He was hot and it felt good. “You gonna dance with me, Clint?”
He might’ve been pretty tipsy, but he wasn’t so out of it that he couldn’t tell when a chick was receptive to advances, and Ruby seemed pretty receptive. How had he not noticed how cute her smile was before? Clint grinned and bounced his eyebrows. “I could do some dancing, yeah,” he answered. “If you’re wantin’ a partner.” That wasn’t all he could do, and it was obvious in his tone. His grin turned more teasing for a moment. “I only know the waltz and how to breakdance though, hope you can keep up, Fox.” That wasn’t really true, grinding was a totally valid form of dancing nowadays and he could do that with the best of them, but Clint wanted to make her laugh.
Clint got what he wanted as Ruby began to laugh, not sure what was funnier, the image she had of him waltzing or the one of him breakdancing. One seemed fitting for a coat and tails, maybe even a top hat, while the other required him to spin around on his head, the scene she had in her head coming straight out of an eighties music video. “That’s not really my style,” she snickered, then found herself moving just a touch closer as her voice dropped to more of a purr. “But, you know, I’d love to see your moves.” It wasn’t exactly smooth, and she didn’t have a clue where this was coming from, but she was enjoying herself, as well as the attention from Clint. He might not normally be her type, but that didn’t seem to matter at the moment.
She didn’t have to be smooth. She was a pretty girl who was now making eyes at him, and that shift in her tone made Clint’s groin tingle a little. That was full of promise, wasn’t it? It was possible he was just drunk and it was wishful thinking, but he was more than game to find out. The music that was blaring through the house wasn’t very danceable, but that was easily fixed. Clint slipped his phone out of his pocket to fiddle with Spotify, and he found his sexy R&B playlist. He didn’t hesitate to switch over in the middle of a song, and as the bass started up, he heard a few ‘woo!’s from some partygoers. Clint cocked a brow at Ruby as if to ask if this music was okay, then took her hand to pull her in closer.
Ruby wasn’t sure what she expected, but him changing the music for the entire party just for her earned him a grin. She let him pull her in, her own hand moving to rest on his chest before sliding up and behind his neck. The closer they got, the warmer she felt, and now she was sure it wasn’t just the alcohol affecting her. Clint felt good against her, solid in the way that most of the jocks were, but not overly so, and it had her wondering what it might feel like to run her hands over his bare skin. “That’s better,” she smiled, and began to move against him, a slow kind of grind that fit the music and made her heart beat even faster.
It was Clint’s house, so in his philosophy, they could all listen to what he wanted to listen to or they could get the fuck out. And right then he just wanted some bass so he could get to know Ruby Fox even better. His grin faded into something that was warm in a different way as she moved in closer, and he slipped his arm around her waist. She was such a tiny thing, short and petite, but she felt anything but frail against him. He moved with her, holding her loosely to him as they both found the rhythm and how their bodies best fit together. Clint didn’t give a second thought to the fact that they were in the middle of the kitchen, with the booze table not six feet away from them. The setting didn’t matter, just that a pretty girl wanted to grind with him.
It had been a while since Ruby had let a guy get so close to her, long enough that she’d forgotten how good it felt, even with a partner she barely knew. If she’d been sober, she might have thought about all the complications that came with it, but right then it was easy to get swept up in the physical. She didn’t know if Clint could actually breakdance, but he could definitely grind, well enough that he was making her hot between her legs, her nipples perking up in interest. The only reason she knew they were in the kitchen was that he had her thinking of other places she’d like to go with him, or else everyone else would have to leave.
This was the type of dancing that was the most like sex, so Clint felt pretty confident with it. He could actually breakdance a little, but he mostly didn’t have great rhythm and always looked like an awkward white boy when he tried. So it was either goofy shit or this. And this? He liked. Ruby moved well with him, and she felt good, and Clint was just the perfect level of drunk, so he started getting hard in his jeans. It was pretty safely contained by denim and boxer briefs, and therefore not embarrassing, but it still felt nice to have a warm body to nudge against. He slipped his arms a bit further around her and dipped his head to get closer to her ear. “You smell good,” he murmured.
Ruby smiled as his breath tickled her ear and neck, spreading goosebumps down her back. “So do you,” she muttered as she breathed him in as well, a scent that was all male, mixed with a hint of sweat and beer. She pressed in closer, inhaling softly as she thought she felt his hard-on against her, turning her on even more. And even if that wasn’t the case, she liked to think it was, desire making it hard to think about anything else other than feeling more of him. This wasn’t the kind of thing she did often, but with all the shit she’d been dealing with lately, why the fuck not? She deserved to feel good and right now Clint was doing that for her, so she was going with it.
Clint grinned a little. He’d showered after the game, naturally, and then put a squirt of body spray on once he’d gotten dressed, but he hadn’t gone all-out to look nice or anything. He hadn’t thought anybody would show up who he wanted to impress. Shows what he knew, he guessed. He needed to be more of a boy scout or whatever. Always prepared. Not that he generally had any trouble pulling tail, he just hadn’t expected it tonight. Clint kept grooving with her, letting his hands wander down a bit to Ruby’s hips. She was so petite, he felt like he could just pick her up easy and put her on the counter, maybe eat her out if she would let him. If the house was empty, that was. For the moment, he just enjoyed the dance. When the next song started, he didn’t stop either, not quite ready to let Ruby go yet. Clint brushed his lips against her temple, testing the waters.
Ruby had had similar thoughts about the kitchen counter, also lamenting the number of people surrounding them without really considering the ramifications of grinding with Clint while she had an audience. They were drunk and she was pretty sure everyone who’d come into contact with them was aware of that, and that should be a good enough excuse in her opinion, which was always right when she’d been drinking. She smiled when they continued to dance on into the next song, and then felt his lips on her skin. If she wanted to stop, this would be the point where she should pull away, but instead she found herself looking up at him, silently daring him to kiss her and trying to decide if she should just do it herself. Normally she liked it when the guy made the first move, but at the moment that wasn’t exactly a priority.
Clint knew what that look meant, so he didn’t give Ruby a whole lot of time to decide for herself. He’d kissed her head and she’d made her mouth more available -- now she was giving him the eyes and not pulling away, so Clint figured he was safe enough. If not, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten slapped at a party. His own lips curling up briefly, he dipped his head to kiss her, lightly at first. There was quite a potential audience in the house, but the kitchen wasn’t too crowded, and Clint wasn’t thinking about anybody really paying attention to them anyway. He mostly dated the popular girls, cheerleaders and other athletes, or the class president, not girls like Ruby. Her dad was a mechanic, for fuck’s sake, his parents would never approve. But hell, why not make out with her while he had the chance? She was hot and the motorcycle and attitude were also hot, and damn if she didn’t know how to move her hips.
At the moment, the audience only concerned Ruby in that they might stop her from getting what she wanted right here, right now. Had she been a little less drunk, there might have been other considerations. But then, when it came down to it, she also had a tendency to do what she wanted, regardless of what anyone else thought. And right now she wanted Clint. It didn’t matter that he was a football player and likely dumb as a rock. What mattered was that he knew how to kiss her, and that he didn’t dare stop. Ruby kissed him back, just as lightly at first, but then with more pressure, eagerly encouraging more. Though they were still dancing, it had a whole different feel now, even closer to sex when their lips were locked. There was something satisfying about being able to pull a guy when she really wanted to and Clint was exactly what she had in mind.
A heavier, warmer weight had settled in Clint’s lower belly. He tended to be a giggly sort of drunk, just wanting to fuck around and have a good time with his buddies, but when a girl gave him any attention, there was a horny edge to it that was always quick to flare up. Clint made a soft sound against Ruby’s mouth as he parted his lips to deepen the kiss. He wasn’t even thinking about Dorito breath, though he probably should have been. Ruby tasted damn good to him, and felt even better. His cock had already been responding to the dancing, and adding kissing to it just made him harder. Clint let his hands roam lower on Ruby’s body, sliding them down to her hips before inching them back to cover her ass. He was starting to really forget about the party, thinking more about taking Ruby upstairs for some privacy. If she wanted to go, of course. If not, he was enjoying what they were doing already.
Clint was in good company as they'd both been eating Doritos and it really was the last thing on Ruby's mind. His lips and his hands had her attention, and she began to wonder what they would feel like on her bare skin. It was something that really should be explored, preferably sooner rather than later. Ruby pressed against him, definitely able to feel his cock now, and eventually broke the kiss when just grinding against him wasn't enough. "Can we go somewhere?" she whispered, refusing to be shy about it, but also not wanting to broadcast it to the whole party. It was clear he wanted her, so there was no reason for her to hide that she wanted him too.
Clint felt nicely overheated under his clothes, more and more blood and focus rushing away from his head and into his crotch instead. The way Ruby pushed against his bulge sent bright tingles of pleasure up his spine, and he couldn’t help but make another deep noise in the back of his throat. His hands tightened on her ass when she pulled back to speak, as if to keep her close, and Clint’s dark blue eyes were hazy when he opened them to blink at her. He grinned crookedly and nodded, another happy throb pulsing through his cock. There was a lot of potential fun in that question, and Clint was suddenly intensely glad this party was happening at his own house and not somewhere else. He pulled back from Ruby enough to grab her hand, and -- after a quick crotch adjustment -- started to lead her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs.
Ruby grinned as he adjusted himself, feeling rather pleased, as if that was some kind of accomplishment. It wasn’t hard for her to turn a guy on if he was into her, but not all of them would’ve allowed her to do it in public and Clint was really a complete unknown in so many ways. It might have been a horrible idea, but it was exciting in the moment, so she took Clint’s hand and let him lead her without another word. He might have been the host, but no one seemed to care that he was disappearing from the party. Everyone was too caught up in their own little world, which was all for the better. She wasn’t ashamed of sneaking off with Clint, but at the same time she’d rather the whole school not know about it.
Since it was his place and it was late and he was drunk, Clint didn’t really consider himself to be in public, so he didn’t mind getting aroused in the slightest. Nobody was looking at his dick, and he would’ve been surprised if anybody was even paying attention to where they were going. It was just that kind of party. He glanced back at Ruby with a little grin as he led them up the wide stairs to the bedroom hallway. He hoped belatedly that nobody had already taken up residence in his room. Or his parents’. Clint let go of Ruby to open his bedroom door and peek in, but it seemed to be empty. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he murmured as he let her inside. For most high school kids, it wasn’t super humble -- the room was spacious and obviously not decorated solely by him. The bed was big and piled with pillows and thick blankets, with a big screen TV mounted on the opposite wall, game consoles underneath. Clint had a few shelves dedicated to trophies, a few books, a desk with a closed laptop on it, big curtained windows, an easy chair with some clothes folded on it, and some wall art mixed in with posters of his favorite athletes and movies. Those had been a compromise with his mom. He was glad now that he’d stuffed all his laundry into the basket in the closet before the party.
Ruby was always quietly amazed at the size of the Overlook kids’ bedrooms. She remembered how Jules’ room compared to her own, how it was at least twice the size, and Clint’s was no different, except that it was definitely decorated by a guy. Tastefully, though, without the swimsuit model posters, thank God. It felt a little like a bachelor pad, a really nice one, and she wouldn’t have been at all surprised if he had a bar in his room, with a mini fridge and a microwave. She wasn’t there to admire his room though and gave a casual look around before turning back to him with a smile. “Nice,” she said, slipping her arms up around his neck and pressing her body against his. “This is much better.” Not that the kitchen was bad, but there were people there and she wanted to get up to things that required they lose the audience.
Clint didn’t figure Ruby cared much about the state of his room, but he was glad it was fairly clean. He would be lying if he’d said he hadn’t ever had bikini girls up on his walls, but he felt like he’d outgrown them in the past couple of years. There was plenty of porn on the internet, constantly at his fingertips, he didn’t need hot girls on the wall where his mother always grumbled disapprovingly. And now he was about to have some live porn right in his bedroom. The real thing was always better. Clint wrapped his arms around Ruby’s waist and grinned a bit as he butted his forehead gently against hers. “Way better,” he murmured, and started walking backward toward the bed, taking her along with him. It wasn’t the most graceful thing, but once they got there, Clint sat on the edge and pulled at Ruby’s thighs to get her into his lap. “You’re so hot,” he mumbled before tilting his head to kiss her again.
Ruby giggled softly at the compliment and climbed onto Clint’s lap, straddling his hips as she kissed him back. She was feeling almost giddy at the moment, drunk enough that she was able to enjoy herself without thinking about the possible repercussions of her actions. Clint was hot himself, something she felt like she should have noticed before, but now was a good time to familiarize himself. He was solid against her, defined beneath the material of his shirt, and she was already looking forward to the chance to run her hands over his skin. She ground her hips against his, moaning softly at the feeling of his cock pressed between her legs, and kissed him harder. There was no reason to be shy about what she wanted, not now, so she reached down to pull her sweater up and over her head, dropping it to the floor before immediately returning to the kiss. It might be freezing outside, but she was warm enough now that less dressed as better.
God, he loved having girls on his lap. Their soft weight, how their sweet smells took over his brain, breasts against his chest, and all the heat that came from between their legs. It was heaven. Ruby was making it very clear what she wanted, and that made him feel even better about this whole thing. Sometimes girls played coy and got confusing, and Clint preferred to know for sure that they were as into it as he was. His eyelids were heavy as he watched her take her sweater off, and Clint’s hands slid up to cup the sides of her breasts through her bra before their hungry mouths met again. He gave a little groan of appreciation as he rubbed his thumbs over the soft cups, barely feeling her nipples underneath. Clint was happily slipping into that hazy unfocused state of mind where nothing mattered but sharing pleasure.
Even if she hadn’t been drunk, Ruby wasn’t the sort of girl to play coy. It was a little different when feelings were involved, but what she wanted with Clint was simple and straightforward. His hands on her were perfect, teasing rather than groping, like they both knew he’d get more eventually. Some guys were too rough, only after their own pleasure so that it pulled her out of the moment, but the way Clint touched her just fueled her fire. Her nipples hardened and she rocked her hips against his slowly, appreciating how easy this was with him. Maybe she would’ve been happy with any hot guy, but Clint was pushing all the right buttons at the moment and she had to give him credit where it was due. He was just what she’d needed tonight and she didn’t even know it until she had him there, pressed up against her, kissing her deeply, and making her ache for more.
Clint had certainly had his awkward gropey phase, early on in his experimentation with girls. He’d been lucky and some of them had taken pity on him and told him what to do better. Be softer, gentler, take his time if he had it -- girls didn’t have Turned On switches like guys, he had to get them there. Sex was something he wanted to be good at, so eventually he’d developed some finesse and bras started to look like wrapped Christmas presents to him. Definitely worth the wait. Clint’s lungs were starting to burn with the need for more air than he could get with his mouth on Ruby’s, so he pulled away enough to move his lips over her jaw and down to the side of her neck. His hips rocked with hers, instinctively seeking out that pressure and friction even through layers of clothes. Clint kneaded Ruby’s breast and kissed her neck for a few minutes before he slipped his hands around to undo the clasp on her bra. She was fairly petite, so it wasn’t one of those big industrial-strength ones, and his drunk fingers were glad for only two hooks. He pulled back so she could get it the rest of the way off, taking the chance to glance up at her expression.
It was so easy for a drunken fling to be rushed and fumbled, yet Clint was handling her in a way that allowed her arousal to grow with his. The little kisses on her neck burned through her, making her hot and wet as she rubbed against him, seeking that pressure between her legs that made her toes curl. By the time he went for her bra, she was panting softly, impressed that he could manage it without her help, especially in his current state. That was always a source of amusement for her, when guys got tripped up on a simple hook clasp that most girls could do one handed without looking. Ruby slipped it the rest of the way off and dropped it to the floor, then looked back at Clint, a slight flush to her skin as she bit her lip and smiled back at him. She wasn’t shy, but there was something about being the only one topless that made her the tiniest bit self conscious. “Off,” she grinned, giving his shirt a tug. She imagined they could remedy that easily enough.
She was gorgeous half-naked, which wasn’t at all surprising to Clint. Pretty much every girl was, except the super-fat ones. Ruby was far from it, though, and he let out a slightly heavier breath as he looked her over. Clint licked his lips, about to go in for a nipple when Ruby tugged on his shirt. He flashed her a quick grin, then reached behind his head to grab it and pull it off, leaning back a bit so he didn’t elbow her in the face. He got a bit stuck, his arms not the most coordinated at the moment, and he was snickering as he emerged, hair fluffed from the effort. Clint tossed it aside, his stomach a little happy-fluttery to show off his own body. He put work into it, and he never minded being shirtless in front of girls. Clint moved in close again, his hands sliding up Ruby’s sides to cup her breasts as he claimed her mouth with his once more.
Ruby grinned and laughed softly as he struggled with his shirt, then ran her fingers through his hair when he finally managed to free himself. She wanted the chance to touch all of him, from the soft fluff of his hair to his toned arms all the way down to his chiseled abs, and she wasn’t shy about helping herself to him. The one good thing about the jocks? They had the best bodies, and Clint was proof of that. Ruby gave him an appreciative once over before kissing him back, her skin tingling where his hands traced their way up her chest. Maybe it was Clint or maybe it was the alcohol, but Ruby couldn’t remember the last time she felt this good and they were just getting started.
Besides sports, one of Clint’s priorities in life was to feel good as often as possible, so this wasn’t exactly rare for him. He had a few girls he could hook up with if he wanted to. But doing this with Ruby was novel. She wasn’t the type of girl who was usually into him -- whereas he was pretty much into all girls, even if he didn’t pursue most of them -- so he was going to enjoy himself. And make sure Ruby enjoyed herself too. After kissing her for another minute or two, Clint pulled his mouth away and ducked his head, pushing one breast up to get his lips around her nipple. With a little groan in the back of his throat, Clint flicked his tongue over it and nibble-sucked at one and then the other, loving the sensation of them getting hard against his lips. He was already dying to fuck her, hoping that Ruby wanted that too.
Doing this kind of thing often wasn’t really an option for Ruby like it might have been for Clint, no matter how much she enjoyed it. It had been a while since she had a serious boyfriend and girls that slept around got themselves a reputation for being slutty, whereas a guy was just a stud. It was a double standard that pissed her off, but she wasn’t up for the challenge of trying to change it. There was only so much she could take on. But a fling every once and a while, especially with someone as delicious as Clint was turning out to be, was worth it. She moaned softly as he began to tease her breasts with his tongue and teeth, then rolled her hips eagerly against him, stimulating her arousal. She could probably get off like this, but they’d gotten this far, so why stop? It would be so much better with nothing between them and Clint didn’t seem like the kind of guy that would tell her no.
Fuck, the rolling pressure of her crotch against his sent ripples of pleasure up Clint’s spine. It would have been frustrating if it hadn’t felt so good. He moved one hand up to cup the back of her neck, then pulled Ruby down into a deep, hungry kiss. Her breasts pushed against his chest, and Clint’s cock throbbed with need. He kissed her for another couple of breathless moments, then broke it again to look at her. “Can I fuck you?” he murmured, licking his lips. “Is that what you want?” Maybe it wasn’t the smoothest way to get consent, but Clint wanted to know where the limit was before he started taking the rest of their clothes off.
It was weird to realize it, but Ruby had never had a guy actually ask her that before, not so clearly at least. There was something endearing about it, though she wasn’t truly with it enough at the moment to understand why she liked that he asked. “Yeah,” she hummed, kissing him slowly. “I was kind of hoping you might want to.” If they’d gotten this far and he wanted to stop, she would be disappointed, in addition to shocked. She knew that neither of them should assume something like that, but really, to get this far and then back out would’ve made him a tease, and she’d never known a guy to be a tease like that.
She hoped he might want to, like there could be any question about that. Clint huffed an amused little sound and half-grinned against her lips. “I definitely want to,” he murmured, the big word coming out slightly warped, but that was okay. Ruby would know what he meant. Now that he had the greenlight, Clint slipped his hands under her ass and thighs, braced himself, and stood up enough to turn them around. He didn’t quite put Ruby on her back as gently as he meant to, but the bed was right there and comfortable, so the landing was soft, at least. Tittering a bit, he started to fumble with the button and zipper of her jeans.
‘Definitely’ was a good sign; it didn’t matter that he couldn’t quite say it. Ruby liked that he’d taken the chance of picking her up, even if it was probably risky in his current state. She bounced a little as he dropped her down on the bed, something she found funnier than it probably was, but then she was drunk herself and the simplest things were mildly entertaining. She watched him with a grin as he finally managed to unfasten her jeans, then lifted her hips to help shimmy out of them before reaching for his. The only time that she was self conscious about being nude in front of someone was when she was alone in it, but she didn’t think Clint would leave her waiting for long.
Watching Ruby’s jeans slide over her hips and thighs was delightful, a weird little detail that Clint had always fixated on. He bent over to kiss those thighs a couple of times, helping with his fly until he could back up enough to get his own jeans down. His boxer briefs did nothing to hide his erection, but they were past the point of that mattering, Clint was pretty sure. He had no shame about what he was packing, and getting all embarrassed about getting a boner when you were fooling around with a girl had never made sense to him. That was the point, right? In any case, Ruby looked hot just in her panties, and Clint didn’t shy away from staring at her as he pulled open his nightstand drawer and tossed a string of condoms onto the bed where they’d be in easy reach. First, however, he nudged Ruby’s thighs apart to settle between them, kissing her stomach for a moment before he moved his head lower, trailing a worshipful line until he was pressing his lips against her sex through her underwear.
Ruby’s eyes fell half shut as Clint began kissing her thighs, her fingers dropping to run through his hair. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, her feet teasingly running over his boxer covered ass. She released him to let him fish condoms out of his nightstand and tittered at the number he threw out on the bed, like one wouldn’t be enough. Then his mouth was moving down between her legs and Ruby forgot about everything else, her back arching off the bed as she moaned softly. Fuck, that was a nice tease and it left her wanting so much more. She wasn’t really expecting him to go down on her, but if that was his plan then there’d be no complaining from her. She was so turned on at that point that he shouldn’t have an issue getting her off no matter what he did, but that was almost always a guarantee.
Unlike some guys, Clint actually liked going down on girls. As long as they were clean, it was super hot and it felt neat, and they made sexy sounds. Most of them, anyway. He wasn’t positive that he was any good at it, but practice made perfect, right? That’s what Coach always said. Not that his coach was on his mind at the moment -- all Clint cared about was Ruby right then. Half-hanging off the edge of his bed, he settled in and teased her a bit more before he moved two fingers to pull her panties to one side. A whispered curse of appreciation slipped out of his mouth before he gave her a real lick, upward toward her clit. He loved that feeling, and Ruby had a pretty pussy, so he was already enjoying himself immensely. He explored her eagerly, if a little clumsily, hunting down those spots that seemed to feel the best.
While Ruby didn’t always care if she was completely groomed, this was one of those times when she was glad she had taken the extra time. Not only did she feel like she looked better, it felt better when Clint was going down on her. She groaned softly as his tongue finally touched her, melting back into the bed. Not only was he generous enough to pleasure her, he actually seemed to know what he was doing, making her squirm and press back against his mouth, seeking more. “Fuck, just like that,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as he landed on just the right spot. If he kept that up, she might be coming more than once tonight and that was a rare treat indeed.
Any kind of sex was always ten million times hotter when the other person was really into it, and Clint reveled in Ruby’s reactions. It made his ego swell just like his cock had, the alcohol contributing to that feeling of being the best damn lover in the universe. He groaned into her flesh as he stroked his tongue against her, suckling a bit and making sure to use his lips and be careful of his teeth like he’d been told. That grip in his hair felt really good, and even though he was drunk and feeling a bit numb, he really wanted her to pull hard when she came. If he could make her come from down there. Not trying to draw anything out yet -- because he really did still want to fuck her, and soon -- Clint followed her cues and focused on the spot she liked.
Ruby kept thinking that he would probably stop, that this was just a tease and that he would move on, but Clint kept going to the point where Ruby might have screamed if he quit. That warm, tingling feeling that had started between her legs started to spread outwards, bringing her closer with each second. Her hips refused to stay put, picking up the rhythm that he set and matching it, a gentle rocking that brought her even closer to the edge. As hard as she tried to maintain some kind of control, it all started to slip away when she started to come, curses falling from her lips as she tugged at his hair. The feeling was sublime and Ruby gave into it, her back arching off the bed as she came.
Clint hadn’t really had a plan beyond ‘get mouth on pussy’ going in, but it was so easy to get caught up in the moment and just run with it. Why not? Most girls could come at least a couple of times if you did things right, and even if his dick ended up not doing anything for her, he was definitely pleasing her now. Clint loved the way she rocked her hips against his mouth, always happy to get physical guidance. He grunted with some pleasure of his own as Ruby started to peak, that grip in his hair sending tingles all down his back. He sealed his lips around her folds and sucked gently through all the delicious throbbing, moaning in the back of his throat. Once her body had seemed to calm down again, Clint gave her a few more soft licks, then lifted his head to look at her, a dopey grin on his face. He pushed himself up to his knees and started to pull her damp panties off.
Ruby panted as she came down from her high and her hands loosened their hold on Clint’s hair, running her fingers through it instead. Ripples of pleasure radiated from her center out towards her finger tips and her sex continued to throb even after Clint stopped sucking and licking. “Damn,” she muttered, smiling down at him as she opened her eyes. The room was spinning just a little, but that was okay. Everything felt heightened and fuzzy and perfect and she was thrilled to do it all again, or at least give it a try. Even if Clint didn’t get her off again, she knew she’d have fun and that was what mattered. She giggled quietly as he pulled her panties off, then reached for him, pulling him in for a kiss. “Come here,” she grinned.
“M’comin’, hang on ...” Clint pushed his boxer briefs down and got them tugged off before he obeyed, still grinning as he crawled closer between Ruby’s legs. He swiped his mouth with the back of his arm before he leaned down over her to kiss her. Some girls didn’t like to taste themselves, but he wasn’t too surprised that Ruby didn’t seem to mind. She just seemed cool like that. His cock was aching and still hard as a rock, and Clint carefully settled his weight down to press the underside of his erection against her pussy. He wouldn’t go in without a condom, but fuck, he loved how that felt. He rocked his hips gently to tease them both, still kissing Ruby deep for a moment. “You liked that?” he murmured when he pulled back for air, another little grin crossing his face.
Ruby didn’t love the taste of herself on a guy, but she’d never complain if it came with getting her off and right now she couldn’t care less. She hummed happily into the kiss and pressed her hips back against his, relishing in the feeling of having him so close. As wet as she was, his cock slipped easily against her pussy, creating a delicious friction that had her moaning softly in response. It would be so, so easy for him to just slip inside and Ruby had to keep reminding herself that he needed a condom as a result. As good as that might feel, that was the one thing he couldn’t do. “Yeah,” she grinned up at him. “You should get, like, a prize or something. A trophy.” First place pussy licker, she thought with a snicker.
Maybe he was part masochist or something, but Clint adored the tease of that slide against his overheated cock. It was like walking into a bakery when you were on a diet and just breathing it all in. He tittered at the idea of getting a prize for eating a girl out, more than pleased that Ruby thought he deserved a damn trophy. “Well thanks,” he murmured in between lingering kisses, grinning against her lips. “Been trainin’ hard, y’know.” He rocked his hips to push against her clit with a low hum, then kissed her deeply for another long moment. Finally, Cint pushed himself up and away enough to reach for a condom and tear it open. He gave his cock a couple of strokes with one hand and gave Ruby a lazy smile. “Ready, baby?”
If she’d been sober, Ruby would’ve realized how silly she was being, but drunk the whole thing tickled her and she was glad to amuse Clint as well. He’d made her feel amazing and now she hoped to do the same for him, or maybe they’d both get off, which would be awesome. His cock sliding against her clit sent a shudder through her, and she hummed softly in response. “Any time now,” she smirked back at him, her legs wrapping around his hips and pulling him close. She wasn’t his baby, not by a long shot, but it didn’t matter in that moment. Besides, it was kind of sweet, a pet name she might’ve enjoyed in a real relationship, provided she got to call him something in return.
Clint wasn’t really thinking about how drunk they were, or what he called Ruby. ‘Baby’ just seemed right in the moment, so he rolled with it. What was important was that Ruby was ready and waiting for him to fuck her, so he needed to hustle up and get it done. He made quick work of rolling on the condom, then lowered himself back down into position over her, his weight braced on one hand at her side. Looking down between them, Clint got their bodies lined up before he let go of his cock and started to push into her. Even with the latex between them, Ruby was a tight, hot fit, and Clint’s face went slack with pleasure as he slow-thrust inside. Once their bodies were flush together, he re-settled onto his elbows so he was close enough to kiss her again, muffling a soft groan against her lips.
Clint didn’t keep Ruby waiting long, and yet it still felt like forever. Even though she’d already come, she was feeling desperate to be filled, to lose herself again in ecstasy. She moaned softly as he pushed inside her, her pussy slick but tight enough that she needed just a moment to adjust. The slow rhythm that Clint started with was perfect and she kissed him back, her arms circling around his neck as they melded together. Her hips moved with his, grinding to put that delicious pressure against her clit, letting the stimulation build along with the speed. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this good, but it was hard to even think at that point. The world was quickly narrowing down to just her and Clint and how incredible they could make each other feel, every second better than the last.
It took some work not to just start pounding away at her, especially when Ruby rolled her hips like that, but Clint managed. Even though he’d eaten her out, he wanted to make her come again, and the best way to do that was not to rush. Plus, he didn’t want to be a two-pump chump, so taking his time benefitted him too. It didn’t take too long before Clint had to break the kiss to breathe, low moans coming out of his throat as his body moved against hers. “Fuck ... you feel so good,” he whispered, ducking his head briefly to nip at the side of her neck. He groaned again, his hips starting to pump faster, pushing his cock in deep with every stroke. If it hadn’t been for the condom he surely would have come already, so Clint was kind of grateful for it.
As romantic as it always sounded to be someone’s first time, Ruby had found that guys with experience were so much better in bed. They generally lasted longer and, if they’d learned anything, knew not to rush things unless she wanted to too. Clint’s experience was definitely paying off as it gave her a chance to get all riled up again, ready for him when he started to thrust faster. Ruby groaned as he nipped at her neck and tipped her head back, exposing more of it to him as her fingers moved into his hair and gave it a tug. She could feel that feeling starting to build again, a sweet sensation between her legs, hot and tingling, and she began to lift to hips back to meet his as she chased after it. Everything was lining up just perfectly, his cock filling her, stroking her, his mouth on her overheated skin, and she knew it was just a matter of time before she lost it again.
Fuck, what was it about being drunk that made weird things feel so fucking good? The way Ruby pulled his hair made Clint’s whole head and neck tingle with a hard sort of pleasure, and he bit into her neck a bit harder. He was lost in it now, just following his instinct to fuck Ruby good and thoroughly before they both got to explode. He got into a good rhythm that wasn’t fast enough to push him over the edge but quick and hard enough to feel goddamn amazing, and Clint stuck with that. The way Ruby moved her hips with his gave his cock an extra squeeze with every stroke and it was all just fantastic. If this ended up being just a one night stand, it was the best he’d ever had.
The perk to being drunk was that it definitely allowed Ruby to let go, to enjoy things she might not always enjoy and to give in to desires she might normally try to ignore. She normally wouldn’t have hooked up with Clint, even though he was cute, but damn was she glad she had. He was hot and knew how to make her feel good, the scrape of teeth on her skin a delicious contrast to the pleasure of him fucking her. It wasn’t something she thought she’d like, but fuck. Everything felt good, the pressure building up till she thought she couldn’t take one more second, sure that she was going to lose herself. She shuddered when she finally came, her nails digging into his shoulders, a curse falling from her lips. This was perfect. So fucking perfect. It was a pity it couldn’t last forever.
Clint felt Ruby tightening up as her pleasure crested, and it just made him thrust faster, a couple of soft “come on, yeah”s escaping with his exhales. Then she was coming, and those powerful contractions felt unbelievably good around his cock. Even her fingernails felt good against his back, the light sting only enhancing the pleasure somehow. Clint felt a surge of that unique melty pride that came with making a girl come, and this was even the second one. Now that he’d accomplished his mission though, he was free to fall over his own edge, so Clint kept fucking Ruby with abandon. It was only a minute or two more until the pressure in his balls broke through, and he groaned and shivered and gave a few more shaky thrusts until it was over and he’d filled the condom. Fuck, that had been good. Clint went still and pressed his face into Ruby’s neck, working on getting his breath back.
Ruby knew in the back of her mind that Clint was close, the noises he was making and the speed of his thrusts a good indication, but she was too lost in her own orgasm to focus on anything else. By the time she started to come down, she realized he was too, the both of them enjoying the haze that hit post orgasm. It was nice to be able to lay there for a moment, to close her eyes and feel the last little tingles that spread throughout her body, and she kind of wished she could stay there, warm and satiated. Her limbs felt heavy and she knew if she closed her eyes for too long, she’d likely fall asleep. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to open her eyes, then lightly ran her fingers down Clint’s back, the weight of his body enough to keep her awake for now.
Clint was pretty close to passing out himself, and the tickle of Ruby’s fingertips brought him back around. He didn’t need to fall asleep right on the poor girl -- he shouldn’t be falling asleep anyway, it was his own party. But everything felt so damn good and warm and relaxed now, it was hard to resist that siren-song pull. Especially since he felt even more drunk than when he’d started. He lifted his head and grinned faintly, pressing another kiss to Ruby’s lips, then reluctantly shifted his body off of hers, groping for the condom as it came halfway off, and rolled onto his back. “Jesus Christ,” he sighed and gave a little chuckle. “You’re ‘mazing.”
“Mmm, so ‘re you,” Ruby smiled as she stretched out slowly, her body suddenly cool when he moved to lay beside her. She didn’t expect the praise, but it was always nice to hear, even if she wasn’t sure there was any skill involved in anything she’d done. Clint was the one who deserved the credit. When a bit of a chill ran over her, Ruby realized she should probably get dressed, since curling up under the covers wasn’t really an option. Getting home was going to be a pain, but maybe she could get one of her girlfriends to give her a ride, if any of them were still around. “You going back down?” she asked him as she propped her head up on her hand. The room was definitely spinning now, worse than before, but she thought she could still probably walk.
Girls didn’t really have to do much but be hot and willing to be good at sex -- in Clint’s limited experience, anyway -- but there was something about Ruby’s vibe that had been really good. A lot of one-night things kind of sucked and were too fast and fumbly, but he thought they’d had good chemistry. Whether it would happen again was up in the air, but he was glad that it had anyway. Clint groaned as he made himself sit up and sighed, running a hand through hair that was damp and rowdy from all the effort. “Guess I should, like ... make sure nobody’s dead down there,” he muttered with a chuckle. He was half-tempted to invite her to spend the night, but that was probably too Much. “Bathroom’s there,” he added as an afterthought, nodding toward the half-open door that led to his own bathroom. “Help yourself to anything.”
“Or, like, passed out on the lawn. If they are, get some of the other guys to drag ‘em inside or they’ll freeze,” Ruby smiled. She was pretty sure that Clint was too drunk to stop anyone from doing anything stupid, but she also knew that if it was her house she wouldn’t be able to go to sleep until everyone was out. No matter how drunk she was. Slowly, she rolled to her feet and began to fish her clothes off his floor, glad that she didn’t have to hurry anywhere. If he’d been quick to shuffle her out of his room, it would have ruined the vibe. But he was kind enough to offer her the bathroom, which won him a smile and one last quick kiss. “Thanks,” she said, then waved to him before disappearing into the bathroom to clean up a little. She didn’t know what else to say, not without making things weird, so hopefully that was enough.