BE-E AGGRESSIVE! (be_aggressive) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-05-11 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, clint, clint x jules, jules |
Who: Clint and Jules
When: Evening, Thursday, 6/28
Where: The carnival, Clint's house
Status: Complete
Warning: Turns NSFW
Jules needed to get out. She needed to have fun. She felt so weird in her head and her body and while that wasn’t unusual this week, it seemed worse today. Maybe because she saw Jasper yesterday and it had just created turmoil inside of her. The last time she saw him was on the phone… and the time before that, they had broken up. They had barely spoken to one another yesterday and while she knew there had been more important things going on, it was just another sharp, rusty nail through her heart.
And everything just seemed so weird and uncertain and Jules was just tired of it. And when she realized she was tired of it, that lovely floaty feeling started in her head again and pushed her to reach out to some friends she hadn’t seen in a while. That ended with an invitation to go to the carnival with them that night and Jules couldn’t think of anything else she’d rather do. Reconnect with the crowd she had grown up with, the crowd who had adored and worshiped her for so long. She was Jules Fucking Cooper goddammit. Not emo, heartbroken Jules who scared everyone off with her magic hands. Fuck that Jules.
So she had taken care in her appearance, wearing a cute, bright red mini-sundress that grazed her thighs. After pinning her hair up out of her face, she put on makeup and was satisfied enough that it hid the dark circles under her eyes. It kind of looked like she had lost some weight but that was never a bad thing, right? Her boobs still looked really good and that was the important thing.
Jules got Heather to pick her up and they drove together to the carnival to meet up with the others. Since it was a big group, it was easy for Jules to get lost in them all, happy to pretend for a while that she was still the girl who won Homecoming Queen last year. Gorgeous, superficial and normal. It was also kind of nice that Clint was there, since she had actually talked to him more recently than the others.
“No Ruby tonight, huh?” Jules asked him, once they had all gotten drinks and were wandering through the carnival. It wasn’t surprising that Ruby wasn’t there, in all honesty. She didn’t strike Jules as the type to want to hang around these people, with or without Clint.
Clint was more than ready for a night out himself, since he’d been spending a lot of the summer working for his dad so far. It seemed harder to get people together than it had been before school ended, probably because they weren’t all seeing each other every day. So when he’d gotten an invite to go to the carnival with a bunch of friends, he hadn’t hesitated. It wasn’t one of his and Ruby’s usual date nights, and they had plans to go together on Saturday already, so Clint felt fine about just telling her he was out with friends and would text her in the morning. Ever since their talk about future plans, their relationship had cooled a bit anyway -- on the emotional side, at least. Ruby was still hot as fuck and he had fun with her, but Clint didn’t think they were destined to get married or anything.
He’d been a little surprised when Jules turned up to join them, since he hadn’t seen her at the few parties he’d been to since graduation. She turned up looking fresh and cute though, and so far Clint had been having fun with the group that had gathered. He glanced over at Jules when she asked about Ruby, walking along with his spiked drink in his hand -- courtesy of the pocket flask he’d brought along. Even this dumb carnival was checking IDs. “Nah, not really her crowd,” Clint answered with a little laugh. “Me and her planned to come again on Saturday. You flyin’ solo too?” He glanced around, though he already knew she hadn’t arrived with Jasper Lucas or the tall older guy from the boat.
Jules could definitely see Ruby getting bored with this crowd, so it didn't surprise her at all that she wasn't there. She was a little surprised that Clint was, instead of hanging out with Ruby, but maybe they weren't that kind of couple that had to spend every free second together. "Flying solo and definitely enjoying it," Jules said with a grin. "I've missed hanging out with everyone and the summer is like, the best time to be single you know?" Maybe she was talking out of her ass but she didn't care. Her friends had brought alcohol with them and Jules had some in her own drink, though it seemed kind of dull compared to everything else going on in her body. It belatedly occurred to her that Clint wasn't single so she playfully nudged him with her elbow. "Sorry, I guess you wouldn't know. How's your summer been so far?"
Clint laughed a little. “Yeah well, this ain’t my first summer,” he pointed out, flashing her a grin. “I remember those days.” He’d been single the summer before and had a great time. It had occurred to Clint that he could be single this summer too ... but he kind of didn’t want to break up with Ruby before it had to happen. They still had some fun plans, they were on the same page about their future, and there wasn’t really anybody else in town he had a hankering to sleep with. It was nice to have a girlfriend for now. “But yeah it’s been all right. Just working for my dad to save some cash, getting ready to move out in the fall. Trying to have fun before the college workload, y’know? How’s yours been?” He had heard Jules and Jasper had broken up, which Clint thought was probably for the best. Lucas was kind of a prick, and Jules was the kind of girl who had a much brighter future than a dude like that could provide.
Moving out. College. Two things Jules yearned for right now. Except her whole life had been blown up and she had on idea what was on the horizon anymore. "My summer has been pretty good so far," she lied, sipping more of her drink. "Sleeping in, having fun... all that stuff. I think I'm going to be getting my own place next month sometime. Should probably find a job." Jules smiled sheepishly. "It's kind of crazy to hear you talk about college, though. Like, you're leaving town, aren't you? It's going to be weird not seeing you around anymore." They had grown up in the same crowd since elementary school and had always had the same friends and gone to the same parties. So many of them were going to be moving on and away from Point Pleasant and even if they weren't super close, Jules was realizing how lonely it was going to be this fall.
“Yeah, I’m leaving the state,” Clint said with a sheepish sort of chuckle. Sometimes he felt bad about it, leaving behind all of the friends and people he’d known his entire life. And Ruby, of course. But his parents had high expectations for his future, just like they had with Marsh, so Clint knew he had to go to as good of a school as would take him. “It’ll either be New Hampshire or somewhere in Boston, I dunno yet. Got a few acceptance letters, gotta make my decision soon.” He sipped from his cup and then quirked a brow at her. “What kinda job are you looking for? My dad might have something ... oh, my brother’s back in town too, he just opened up a vet’s office? He might need some people, you like animals?” Clint tried to picture Jules getting puked on by a sick dog and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Maybe that wouldn’t be her speed.
Her nose wrinkled at the thought of working with animals. Not that they weren't mostly cute but she had no desire to deal with animal poop or puke or even going home smelling like them. "I... like animals," she said slowly before looking at Clint and catching the amused glint in his eyes. "But I don't want to work with them," she added with a laugh. "No offense to your brother or anything. I'd just rather pet a dog and get to walk away, you know? I'd probably get stuck cleaning up their puke and that's really not my thing. Thanks, though. I don't know what kind of job I'm looking for yet. Things have been kinda crazy the last few weeks but I'm sure I'll find something soon. What is it you do for your dad?"
Clint let himself laugh with her, pretty sure Jules had seen that he knew better anyway. Marsh probably wanted some adult working for him anyway and not some flaky teenage girl. “Super boring shit,” Clint said with a shrug and a roll of his eyes. “I run errands, put stuff into spreadsheets, get people coffee in the office. He says it builds character or something.” Clint snorted and took another swallow of his drink. None of that probably made working there appealing to Jules, he knew, but he figured she would find something more suited to her than boring office assistant work anyway. Jules needed to be selling clothes or doing makeovers or something. “You got any plans to do remote school or anything? Or just taking some time off?”
"Ugh, that does sound boring," Jules admitted with another soft laugh. She didn't want to ever have to get someone else coffee. She would much rather be the one asking for the coffee. But that probably meant college. "Once I figure out what I want to do I'll do some online classes. I just feel weird leaving my mom alone right now, especially with my stepdad missing." Oh wow, it was becoming so easy to just lie about things. It all rolled off her tongue so easily. Jules took another sip from her cup. Talking about the future was going to make her antsy and feel like a gigantic loser so instead she eyed Clint, trying to resist the urge to flirt but not exactly overcoming it. "So at your job... do you have to wear a suit and tie?"
“Oh yeah,” Clint murmured softly at the reminder about Jules’s stepfather. It wasn’t that he’d completely forgotten about it, it was just that so many people in this town had loved ones who had gone missing, it was hard to keep track. If Clint remembered right, Jules had never really liked her stepdad though, so maybe it wasn’t a huge loss. There was something in her tone that caught his attention a little more, and he smirked as he looked over at her again. “Nah, I don’t have to ... I do wear khakis and a nice shirt though,” he answered. Clint pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up his gallery to find the last ‘bored at work’ selfie he’d taken in the office bathroom mirror. “Like a dork,” he said with a little grin, turning the phone so Jules could see the screen.
Jules hadn't liked her stepdad and remembering how he died was not something she wanted to do right now. Especially since Ruby was responsible and right now Jules was hanging out with Ruby's boyfriend. Tonight was a night for fun, after all. Jules leaned into Clint a little to get a better look at his phone, even though she probably didn't need to. It was all about brushing her boob against his arm because using her body was usually the easiest way to flirt with someone. Even though she shouldn't be flirting at all, but... whatever, it was innocent stuff. "Oh please, you so don't look like a dork. Who knew khakis could be so hot?" Jules smiled up at him. "At least you know you'll look good if you end up getting a job where you have to wear a tie."
It was impossible for Clint to miss the warm press of Jules’s breast against his arm, but he tried not to focus on it. He had a girlfriend, and this was one of her friends. Sort of, at least. Clint had never quite been clear on just how friendly they were -- girls’ social rules seemed so different and bizarre, he couldn’t wrap his head around any of it. The little compliment made him grin as he locked his phone and tucked it away. “I clean up pretty nice, I can rock a suit,” he said, still smiling as he lifted his drink for another sip. “You’ve seen, at dances and stuff.” Not that he thought Jules really looked at him in that way. She was always taken and he’d never heard that she liked him or anything, so they’d just stayed loose friends and that was all. Now he was vaguely regretting that, because she looked damn good in that little sundress.
"Yeah, you looked really good at prom," she said, because she did remember that much. He had been there with Ruby, after all. Jasper would have looked hot as fuck in a tux too. But it was her fault he hadn't been there and she doubted she'd ever get the chance to see him dressed up like that again. School and all the dances that came with it, were over. "And you know, all the other dances we went to, even the informal ones. I almost asked you to the winter formal our sophomore year but I chickened out. Now I can’t even remember who you went with that year." Jules laughed, because it was hard to remember when she lacked the confidence to go after certain boys. She had always been pretty but that didn't equal boldness or anything like that. Jules had learned it over time. Now she was back to doubting herself.
“Whaaat, chickened out?” Clint echoed with a laugh, shooting her a sideways look. “Why? I would’a said yes. It was uh, Claire Benson that year. Yeah, she didn’t even have her braces off yet, I cut the shit out of my lip.” Claire had been nice enough, but Clint had only been interested in what most boys that age were interested in -- kissing and touching a boob. He probably would’ve had a better time with both of those things if he’d gone with Jules instead. He might have asked her himself, but he’d had his own fair share of confidence issues back then, he was pretty sure now that most kids did. It was just the kind of world they lived in. “I totally wanted to ask you out in sixth grade but I was way too scared,” he admitted, grinning at her. “And you never stayed single for long.” There was nothing wrong with that, of course, but their single times never seemed to overlap.
"Claire! That's who it was." Jules laughed. "I ended up going with Cam. What a disaster that turned out to be." Especially since they dated for months after and fought the whole time. As intoxicating as drama could be sometimes, that had been too much. "Sixth grade, though? That's so long ago! I probably would've said yes if you had asked though. I had a lowkey crush on you for, like, forever..." She had told Ruby the same thing, sort of. But Clint was cute and one of the nice guys, so of course girls would be drawn to that after dating assholes. "I think my mentality was... if I wasn't going out with someone, then there was something wrong with me. Besides, I liked kissing way too much to stay single for long. Though I guess you can kiss people and be single at the same time." Jules felt like she was rambling, so forced herself to stop talking so much. Instead she smiled at him and lifted a blonde brow. "With girls like me, I guess you've got to take your shot or you miss out."
Clint made a playfully shocked face when she said she’d had a crush on him -- it wasn’t the most surprising thing in the world, he knew he was a pretty damn good catch. He’d just never thought that Jules was interested in that way, or he would’ve asked her out sooner. “Aw man, I guess so,” he said with some regret, though Clint was still half-grinning. “Coach would be so disappointed in me, missing shots. You shoulda said something, my dumb ass never knew.” And Jules had always seemed like the type of girl who went after what she wanted, but Clint supposed you just never knew. He nudged her arm gently with his elbow before he took another swallow from his cup, then fished his flask out of his hip pocket to give himself a little alcohol refresh. Without asking if she wanted more, Clint reached over to pour some into Jules’s cup too. “So who’re you kissing on now, for your Single Senior Summer?”
Jules was the kind of girl who went after what she wanted. Or at least, she had been. She had just recently learned a very hard lesson that even if she wanted something, she wouldn't always get it. Maybe she just really sucked at timing. "Things happen for a reason, I guess. Your dumb ass was probably saving you from all the Jules Cooper drama." As cute as Clint was, she knew if they had gotten together she probably wouldn't have ended up with Jasper. They were broken up now and everything still hurt about it, but she wouldn't have changed things, even if she had the power to. Dwelling on Jasper now was only going to bum her out so she watched what Clint was doing instead, grinning when he poured more alcohol into her cup. It felt good to have fun and flirt with someone totally removed from all the bullshit going on in her life. "Currently I'm kissing on whoever I want. That's the best part of Single Senior Summer. It's a kissing free for all."
“Eh, I could’ve handled you,” Clint declared with another grin. Maybe that wasn’t true, maybe they would’ve been a disaster together, he didn’t know, but it was easy at the moment to be cocky about it. He didn’t think he’d missed out on the love of his life with Jules or anything -- it just might’ve been fun and hot for a while. That was all Clint really looked for in his high school relationships anyway. His forever-love was still ahead of him, he was sure. “Aw, you’re not gonna drop any names for me?” he teased, lifting his plastic cup again. Their friends were walking a bit ahead of them now, weaving through the carnival crowd, but Clint felt perfectly content hanging back to chat with Jules. She seemed pretty happy about it too, which was nice. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. What’s up with that Ethan dude from Theo’s boat?”
Jules supposed she could make up names, but she didn't want to get caught lying and feel like a total loser. She had only kissed Ethan... more than kissed, really... but that was private and complicated and Clint wouldn't understand it. "I was a handful," Jules said with a shake of her head. "You would've ended up hating me, so it's probably better that we were never single at the same time." Sipping her drink, she glanced at him when he mentioned Ethan and her cheeks warmed a bit, though she figured she could chalk it up to the alcohol. "Ethan's pretty much my best friend. I'm not really looking for it to be anything else. I'm not really looking for anything from anyone right now. But Ethan is awesome and I'm glad I get him for the summer. What about you and Ruby? Any fun plans together?"
Clint wasn’t convinced he would’ve ended up hating Jules. He only had bad juju with a couple of his exes, most of them had been amicable splits. He was hoping the upcoming one followed the same track. Ruby seemed to understand their situation with him leaving town soon and everything. It was going to suck a bit, but Clint didn’t think she would get bitter about it. He nodded a bit as Jules told him about Ethan -- being a red-blooded young man himself, he had to wonder if Ethan saw her as just a bestie too, or if he was hoping for more. Clint was inclined to believe the latter, but he didn’t know the guy. “Ahhh ... yeah, we talked about taking a trip to Myrtle Beach or something this summer,” he said, shrugging slightly. “Haven’t ironed out the details yet, but we should do it soon. Other than that ... just trying to spend good time together before I leave for school. We’re not gonna try to do any long distance shit or anything.”
Jules knew what that meant. No long distance meant breaking up. She wondered if Ruby was really okay with that. Not that it mattered if Clint had his mind made up. "Staying together in the same town is hard enough," Jules said with a small nod. It still seemed so silly to her now that she had tried planning a future with Jasper at their age. So dumb. "Long distance would be ten times harder, I bet. That's the smart choice, I think. Seems silly to get tied down right now, especially right before college. You're going to be... swimming out from a small pond into a big sea full of.... more fish." Jules laughed, glancing down into her drink. "I should probably stop drinking, because my advice sounds more Dr. Seuss than like... something profound." Jules reached out to slip her arm through his, clinging. "Let's go on a ride or something."
Clint laughed with her a bit. “You sound like the graduation speech Mr. Gilbert gave,” he teased, giving her side a little nudge as Jules got closer to him. She was warm and felt nice, and Clint couldn’t help but notice that he could feel the side of her breast again. Ugh, why were girls so hot? That was another reason he didn’t want to really commit to anything long-distance with Ruby, Clint didn’t think he could stay faithful being away at college. He did care about her, but he didn’t think he was totally in love or anything -- he still noticed other girls. Clint didn’t want to end up breaking Ruby’s heart worse than separating when he left already would. Or maybe that was too egotistical of him, maybe she would be fine. She was tough. Still, he wanted to be honest, and he honestly wanted to go into school single. Free Freshman Fall or something. He didn’t really want to talk about it all anymore with Jules though, more focused on having fun. “Okay, what ride though? If you’re Dr. Seuss babbling, probably nothing that might make you puke,” he said, flashing her a grin before he took another swallow of his own drink. It was starting to catch up to him, and he felt loose and warm and good.
"Oh, I definitely don't want to go on anything that'll make me puke... I mean, it'll make me puke and mess up my hair." She gestured to her head with the hand holding her cup. "Can't let that happen. Definitely not the Round Up because it'll do both of those things and probably blow my dress up. Bumper cars, ugh, my stomach is already feeling gross just thinking about it. Ferris wheel? Tunnel of Love?" She nudged him with her hip. "Or Tunnel of Friendship, as we'd call it. Someone told me that ride is a weird one." Which was hard to imagine because it seemed like a simple boat ride through a winding tunnel. Jules peered up at Clint. "You pick. I'll do anything you want." She added a bit more innuendo in that than she probably meant to, but it just felt so good to flirt freely again that she couldn't help it.
Clint laughed softly, because god forbid a girl like Jules ended up with messy hair. It would just be a tragedy. He wasn’t feeling in the mood for fast and spinny either, on his way to being pleasantly drunk. The last thing he wanted to do was puke. Maybe he and Ruby would do the fast rides together, get their adrenaline on and then find somewhere to sneak in a quickie. It was hard not to think about sex with the tone in Jules’s voice at that last part. Clint shot her a smirk, enjoying the little flutter in his stomach. Nothing wrong with some harmless flirting, right? “Anything, huh?” he murmured, suddenly curious as to whether Jules was wearing any underwear or not. It wasn’t at all his business and he wasn’t going to find out ... but it was hot to think about anyway. “I like love more than heights, so ... Tunnel of Friendship? We can make weird noises halfway through or something and freak everybody out.”
"Love is definitely better than heights. So Tunnel of Friendship. Complete with weird noises," Jules said with a nod, still clinging to Clint's arm. Flirting was always better when the guy reciprocated it. Totally harmless, of course, but still fun. And after weeks of building insecurity, it felt really good. They began to walk towards the ride and Jules was happy that it wasn't the kind of ride where they would have to get rid of their drinks. This was exactly what she needed tonight. No drama, no trauma, no crying. Just silly fun at a carnival, going on a tunnel of friendship with a friend. It didn't escape Jules that she should have been there with Jasper, but life could be shitty, so she just needed to have fun with who she was with. "Do you have any more of that stuff in the flask?" she asked Clint as they moved into the line. "Just a little bit more."
“I got you, girl,” Clint said with a smirk, dipping his hand into his pocket again. He poured some more into both of their cups, making sure Jules got at least two ‘little bit’s in hers. He wasn’t trying to get her too wasted or anything, but she’d been having a hard time, she deserved to relax and have fun. “Here’s to friendship,” he said, a half grin stuck in place as he clicked their plastic cups together. “Since like ... first grade, damn.” He chuckled as he took a sip. All that time and they’d never hooked up, it was kind of lame if he thought about it too hard. Clint shuffled forward in the line, eyeing the platform they were approaching with people boarding the little boats. They looked small and cozy, maybe this would be a nice little ride.
Jules wasn't even sure she could get wasted. She was already buzzed on top of the natural buzz she had been feeling since the Fallows. But she was walking and talking okay and her mind was mostly clear. At least in a way that kept her enjoying the day instead of being mopey and depressed again. "First grade? God... you're right." Clint was just one of those friends that always seemed to be there. Like Heather and Vic. It was kind of crazy to think she had known them since they were little kids and now they were graduated and moving on with life. Well, they were. Jules was kind of stuck. She wasn't thinking about that now. Now she was just focused on getting into the tiny boat without falling over, which she managed to do with Clint's help. Thankfully the boat wasn't so tiny that it was uncomfortable. Just cozy. Which she supposed was to be expected from a ride called the Tunnel of Love. Her dress rode up her thighs a bit but Jules didn't bother smoothing it back down. It was going to be dark in the tunnel anyway. But she did stay pressed up against Clint's side, just happy for the physical contact. "Do not try to scare me," she warned playfully. "Or you might end up in the water... even if it's probably only two feet deep."
Clint was happy to hold onto Jules’s hand while she climbed in, then followed her and settled on the little bench next to her. He didn’t mind the closeness -- honestly, who the hell would? -- and he put his arm behind Jules’s shoulders to rest against the back of the bench. “Oh what, are you gonna throw me overboard?” he teased, his hand moving to pinch lightly at one of her slim arms. Clint didn’t think girls were automatically weaker than boys or some dumb shit like that, but Jules was on the petite side, and he couldn’t imagine her being able to shove him hard enough to knock him out of the boat, much less pick him up. It was all in good fun though, he knew that. “But don’t worry, we said Tunnel of Friendship, not Tunnel of Fear. I only want to scare other people.” Clint arched his neck a bit to glance at the people ahead of and behind them, checking for familiar faces. He didn’t know any of them, so he wouldn’t be embarrassed making weird animal sounds once they were all in the dark.
Jules snickered softly. Tunnel of Fear seemed on par with this town though, so she wouldn't have been surprised if this ride turned out to be terrifying. "Hey, I had to have some strength to be a cheerleader. I could get you out of this boat for sure. Or I'd at least try and that would probably be scarier for you than me actually being able to do it." It was dark in there and Jules looked up once they were engulfed in it to see if she could see the ceiling. Nope. She couldn't even see the boat in front of them anymore. Without thinking, she put her hand on Clint's leg. She could feel him beside her, could feel his arm behind her and she could see him, but there was still the urge to make sure he didn't disappear. Jules knew that could happen. People could just vanish and end up somewhere else in the blink of an eye. His skin was warm and solid and Jules couldn't help but trail her fingers over it.
It was a little creepy to be in the mostly-dark, Clint had kind of expected lanterns or pretty painted scenes on the walls or something romantic, but it didn’t really feel like that. Too much of him was too focused on Jules for anything to be really scary though, so Clint was fine with sailing through the shadows for a while. Her hand on his thigh felt really tingly-good even through his jeans and all the booze he’d had. It was an intimate sort of touch for friends, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t ever made physical contact before, hanging out and fucking around through the years. Heat had started to creep up Clint’s neck, and he felt his cock stir in his boxer briefs, like his body was only registering Girl Touch and not considering the source. Clint wet his lips and looked over at Jules. She was beautiful even in this much dark, and this angle gave him a pretty good peek down the front of her dress. Too bad it was so shadowy. Without thinking about it too much, Clint settled his arm more solidly around her shoulders, pulling her in closer. “Not scared, are you?” he murmured with a little grin.
The arm around her shoulders felt nice and she very solidly ignored the fact that she wished it were Jasper's. He was busy living his life without her, so she needed to live hers too. Jules looked at Clint, her lips quirking into a small smile. "Scared? Never. I mean, this is what a tunnel of friendship is all about, right? Pressed together in a tiny boat in a pitch black tunnel." Since he hadn't moved her hand or anything like that, Jules left it where it was. There was nothing romantic about this ride, despite the name of it, but the sudden rush of heat between her thighs seemed perfectly normal to her and Jules lifted her face a bit until her lips were pressed just below Clint's jaw. Her hand slid to his crotch and squeezed. The urge to take and be taken was sharp and swift and the rational side of her brain happily detached from the rest, encouraging her to do whatever it took to get what she wanted.
All thoughts of friendship seemed to evaporate right out of Clint’s mind the instant he felt Jules’s lips against his skin. A tiny internal shiver ran through him, and a sudden urgent need bloomed hot in his gut. He didn’t really have time to question it, as every part of him started screaming with lust. He was turning his head as Jules’s hand ventured further, and Clint let out a soft sound as blood rushed into his cock. He caught Jules’s lips with his own, his heart picking up speed. It was probably weird to have no hesitation at all about kissing someone for the first time -- even though he’d fantasized about Jules plenty back when he had an active crush on her -- but all of this felt perfectly natural in the moment. Necessary, even. Clint’s groin was already aching with desire, and all he wanted was all of Jules. He twisted a bit to face her more, his free hand sliding up her arm to grope one of her breasts through her sundress as he delved his tongue into her mouth.
It felt so strange to kiss someone new. Just like with Ethan, there was a sense of unfamiliarity there, like her brain had been wired to only recognize and want Jasper's lips. But there was also a sense of excitement, because weren't first kisses great? The anticipation and pleasurable sensations... assuming they were a good kisser, anyway, and Clint was definitely a good kisser. She was already tingling all over just from his lips and when Jules felt his hand squeeze her breast, she moaned against his mouth, her own hand doing the same to his crotch. He was already hard beneath his jeans and Jules thought it would be a really great idea to just straddle his lap, unzip his jeans and pull her panties to the side beneath her dress... but for the moment she was focused on how hot this was and how desired it made her feel. He didn't know about her hangups or how badly she thought she needed this, but that made it even better. She could just be the Jules he knew from school and their group of friends and there was no pressure there. Jules let go of his crotch so slip her hand up under his shirt, spreading her fingers over his bare stomach, up to his chest. "Will you take me home and fuck me?" she murmured, keeping her lips close to his.
Jules felt and tasted different from Ruby, but no less good, and Clint’s head got all kinds of fuzzy when he heard that moan of hers as their tongues brushed together. He vaguely wished he could just make all of their clothes vanish and feel her hand right on his cock, squeezing and stroking. He’d never been one to pay a lot of attention to locker room rumors about girls, so he didn’t remember ever hearing anything about her, but he bet that Jules could give one hell of a handjob. His abs gave a little jump at that first skin contact, and Clint drew in a deeper breath. “I’ll fuck you right here,” he mumbled back to her. It was a ridiculous idea, they were in public and he had no idea how long this ride was, but at the moment all he wanted was Jules in his lap and his cock buried deep in her pussy. It seemed like a perfectly natural thing to want in the moment, and Ruby didn’t even cross his mind. The world consisted of only the two of them on this wobbly ass little boat, both of them throbbing with need for each other. Clint moved his hand to dip into the front of Jules’s dress to really grope her breast, and he exhaled a “fuck” as he felt her hard nipple against his fingers.
Kissing Clint was definitely different from kissing Jasper or even Ethan, but it was different in a good way. How boring would life be if everyone kissed the same anyway? Her heartbeat quickened at the mere thought of fucking in this tiny boat where anyone could hear them and right now it seemed like the best idea, even if she knew that the ride would be over any time now. It was just exciting that Clint so obviously wanted her, enough to say something like that. "Yeah?" she breathed, reaching both hands up now to tug the straps of her dress down her shoulders and arms until it revealed her bare breasts to him. Pressing in closer to Clint, she kissed him again, starting to feel desperate for some kind of relief. Everything inside of her was positively aching now and her hand began to tug open the button of his jeans to get inside so she could touch him.
Clint had never had sex in a place where getting caught was such a guarantee -- the riskiest sex he’d experienced had been at other people’s house parties and fooling around in the school locker room a few times after hours. It didn’t occur to him that there might be kids on this ride, or they would be visible as soon as the boat looped around and came to a stop again. All he could think about was Jules, the way she pulled her dress down, how her breast filled his palm, how warm her body was, the way she kissed him -- all Jules and only Jules. Clint couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this horny. As he felt her starting to undo his pants, his hand left her tit to grope lower, tugging up that light cotton dress to get between her thighs. If there wasn’t time to fuck, there was at least time to touch each other, and Clint moaned into the kiss as he felt how wet Jules’s panties were, pressing against the fabric for a beat before he tugged it aside to really touch her.
Some part of her brain that knew this ride didn't go on forever was well aware that it could stop at any second but somehow that made it so much hotter. No, she didn't really want to have her breasts out on display for everyone to see, but it was really exciting, knowing that they could get caught. Yanking his zipper down, Jules groaned and spread her thighs as much as she could in the tiny boat even as she shoved her hand into his boxer briefs, immediately reaching for his cock. He was hot and hard in her palm and Jules had the incredible urge to just bend over and suck him off. But she wanted more than that. Her pussy certainly did too. "Fuck," she breathed, once Clint's fingers had found her clit. The space around them seemed to get a tiny bit brighter and it occurred to Jules that they were coming to the end of the ride. A disappointed whine escaped her and she didn't yet bring her hand out of his jeans. "I want your cock so bad," she said, squeezing her fingers around him.
Clint hadn’t been paying much attention, but he realized he could hear someone moaning in one of the boats up ahead of him, and he vaguely wondered what the hell was in the air in this place. Even though he saw the light changing, he still wanted to just pull Jules over into his lap and get his cock inside of her, even for just a second. Her hand felt good, but what he was touching would feel even better. Clint stroked at her as best he could in the cramped space and weird angle, her words sending a fresh wave of heat through his body. “My house or yours?” he murmured breathlessly, ready to get off this damn ride and go now. With the way he felt, he wasn’t even sure they would make it to a house, he already wanted her riding him in the back of his car, but it was at least a way to say he was game to continue this somewhere with more privacy.
There was instant relief that Clint wasn't going to stop as soon as the ride did. His fingers felt so damn good between her legs, teasing in a way designed to drive her crazy. She didn't think she could handle being left like this and she considered his question, even as her own fingers explored as much of his cock as she could while it was still tucked in his jeans. "Yours," she panted, not really understanding why she wanted his bedroom, but she hadn't had sex in her bed with anyone else since Jasper and even if she wasn't actively thinking about that fact, some part of her subconscious was. It was getting lighter now and Jules groaned as she pulled her hand from his jeans to pull her dress straps back into place and cover her breasts. "Did you drive?" She hoped so, because she hadn't and she didn't want to depend on a friend or ride share to get them home. Besides, being alone in his car meant she could touch him some more and Jules just wanted to get out of the damn boat and somewhere private.
Jules’s hand disappearing and her tits following suit felt incredibly disappointing, and the more animal part of Clint was tempted to yank her dress down again, to fall to his knees and fuck her senseless right there in the dumb boat. The strength of the desire was weird, but it was so hard to think about anything but raw, hot sex at the moment. “Uh ... yeah,” he answered as he tried to get his shit together. He was still fairly drunk, but Clint thought he could make it home anyway. It wouldn’t be the first time. He cleared his throat and glanced forward, able to see the exit now, quickly approaching. He dipped his hand into his underwear to get his aching cock into a better position, then zipped and buttoned up. His whole neck and face felt hot, more with lust than embarrassment. Almost absently, Clint licked his fingers to get the taste of Jules before he wiped them on his jeans.
Jules caught sight of Clint licking his fingers and she both wanted to laugh and moan at the same time. She didn't care that this level of desire was a little unusual for her - at least for anyone other than Jasper - because she wanted what she wanted and she was Jules fucking Cooper so she deserved it too. There was nothing and no one there to disagree with her so as soon as their boat made it to the exit, she stepped out, feeling a little weak in the knees but no less horny. Suddenly the parking lot seemed too damn far and she wondered if they would get in trouble if they found an empty tent somewhere. No. She wanted to be alone where she could make as much noise as she wanted. "Come on," she breathed, grabbing Clint's hand to lead him through the carnival, back to where the cars were all parked. Their friends would wonder where they disappeared to but Jules didn't care. She didn't care about anything at the moment but Clint's dick.
A weird feeling washed over Clint as he stepped onto the platform and started walking away -- he was still horny, but it was like someone turned the volume down on it, and he could hear reality again. Clint walked quickly with Jules, his mind reeling a little bit. That had been weird, hadn’t it? He was definitely attracted to Jules and he still did really want to fuck her, but the suddenness of it all ... Had it really been so close to the surface that all it took was some cheesy ass carnival ride through a dark building? Guilt tugged at the edges of his mind, because damn, he hadn’t even given Ruby a second thought, had he? Clint tried not to look at any of that too closely though, too much of his focus still on that throbbing in his jeans. It was too late now, he’d already cheated, he might as well get something out of it besides blue balls, right? It seemed to take forever to get to the exit, and by the time they were climbing in the car, his blood had cooled a bit and he looked over at Jules. “Sure you wanna do this?” he murmured.
Like Clint, the intense lust she had been feeling moments before on the ride had shifted a bit into something more manageable, although there was still a craving she couldn't quite deny. Her brain had grown fuzzy again, good feelings throbbing throughout her entire body, denying her the chance to think through whatever it was they were about to do. Jules wanted to feel good, she wanted to keep pushing and pushing until all of the bad feelings and sadness were completely buried and gone forever. It wasn't a rational thought or even a real possibility, but it felt possible and she was going to cling to that for as long as possible. "Yes," she said, looking over at Clint once she was in his car. Jules leaned over to kiss him again, long and hard, trying to convey how badly she wanted him in that one gesture. "Do you want me?" she murmured once she pulled back. "Because I want you."
He couldn’t deny that his heart picked up speed and his cock throbbed needily at that kiss. He did want her and he’d lowkey wanted her for a really long time. His relationship with Ruby was already over, wasn’t it? They were going to separate in the near future so he could go to college and move on with his life, and so could she. He didn’t want the rest of their time together to be miserable, but ... when was he going to have this chance again? Who knew if Jules would be single whenever he came back to visit, or even for the rest of the summer. Was Clint going to let their dumb ‘ships passing in the night’ thing to happen again? He licked his lips as he looked at her, his breath still a bit heavy. “Hell yeah I want you,” he murmured, giving his crotch a little squeeze. The decision clicked into place and Clint turned the car over with a soft “fuck it.”
Relieved, Jules settled more comfortably against the seat when Clint started the car. They both lived in Overlook so it wasn't like he'd have to drive her home later or anything. That was really all Jules was thinking about. Anytime any inkling or guilt or uncertainty began to seep in, something seemed to just smooth it away before it could take hold. She was single and could do whatever she wanted. And right now she wanted to do Clint Nolan. Not wanting the drive home to dampen anything, Jules nuzzled and kissed at his neck, her hand slipping under his shirt again to touch his skin while he drove. She would've tried to give him a blow job - she had done it plenty of times with Jasper - but she didn't want to make Clint come before she actually had a chance to get him naked. That would just ruin everything.
Clint wasn’t so successful at banishing the guilt, but none of it outweighed the desire that Jules kept stoking in him. Her warm breath on his neck, the feel of her lips, her hands roaming under his clothes. All he could really focus on was how hot and bothered his body felt, and driving. Splitting his attention between those two things was occupying enough to keep his but what about Ruby? thoughts to a dull roar. He would deal with the guilt on the back end, because this was happening now and he didn’t want to stop it badly enough to actually do that. Clint sped a little as he got them back to Overlook, taking one hand off the wheel here and there to squeeze Jules’s tits. He loved that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and he was already dying to feel those pert nipples against his tongue. Soon enough he was pulling into his driveway, and once the car was in park Clint turned his head to kiss Jules again, deep and hungry.
Jules had been to Clint's house more than a few times, usually for parties and stuff like that, but now she was eager to be in his bedroom with him alone. Besides being super arousing, it was nice being with a friend, someone who was a part of her life before all the crazy crap had started happening. Someone who wasn't afraid of her and didn't resent her for any reason. Maybe he would tomorrow, but that was tomorrow and tonight was tonight. Jules parted her lips for his, moaning softly as her hand came up to brush through his hair. God, she hoped his parents weren't home. "Inside," she said breathlessly, pulling away from him to get out of his car. She might have been okay with climbing into the back of his car and taking her panties off, but she really wanted to be inside where no one would be able to see.
If they were going to do this, Clint wanted more privacy and room than the backseat could provide too, now that he was out of the intense lust-haze from the carnival ride. They deserved to enjoy themselves and make it memorable. Clint got out and circled around the car to take Jules’s hand again as he led them toward the side door of the house. It looked like his parents were home, but if he knew their routine, they would be sequestered in the den with the TV up loud. Easy to avoid if they went in through the side. Clint escorted Jules quickly through the house and up the stairs to his room without anyone seeing them. She’d been there before, but not for a while, and it felt a little surreal to close and lock the door behind them, but exciting at the same time. “They won’t hear us,” Clint assured Jules as he reached for the remote to his big speaker. “And they never come knocking.” He was always grateful that his parents respected his privacy, and even more so tonight. Once there was some music playing, Clint pulled Jules in close again.
Sneaking around reminded Jules of when Jasper would have to sneak in her house anytime her mom was home. This must have been what he felt like, hurrying up the stairs, trying not to make too much noise and tip off the parents that they were there. It was exciting, but also a little bittersweet too. He probably didn't have to sneak around at Logan's place. Jules did her best to banish Jasper from her mind when Clint touched her again. She kissed him, fingers bunching in his shirt to start pulling it up his body to get it off. It was much nicer being in his room, completely alone where they could do whatever they wanted. If Clint was right, his parents wouldn't interrupt them though Jules told herself she should probably at least try to keep it quiet. Right now she just wanted to be touched and kissed and wanted and Clint was willing to do that for her.
Clint had had Ruby over many times without needing to sneak around about it, but he didn’t want to invite any questions from his parents on why it was Jules tonight instead, even if they would never ask in front of her. He didn’t want to think too hard about any of this, much less talk about it. There would be plenty of time for all the guilt later, right then Clint just wanted to enjoy the experience. He helped Jules get his shirt off and let it drop, re-claiming her lips as soon as he could reach them again. Girls’ clothes weren’t the most straightforward to remove, so instead of groping around for ties or a zipper or whatever, he just started tugging her sundress up to hopefully get it over her head without ripping it by accident. All that heat was flooding his stomach again, and Clint was dying to get his hands on her bare skin, all those spots he’d never gotten to touch before.
Jules had seen Clint's upper body before, during pool parties and all that stuff. But it was different somehow. Probably because her hands were all over him and he was pulling her own clothes off too. She lifted her arms, shivering once with her dress out of the way. It wasn't that she was cold... she was just hopped up on lusty adrenaline and other things she couldn't describe. But they felt good, so that was enough for her. Standing only in her panties now, Jules reached out to pull the two pins out of her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders. She dropped the pins onto her discarded dress and reached for Clint again, wanting some of that bare skin contact. "God, you feel good," Jules murmured, sliding her hands over his chest and down to his abdomen. Since she was almost naked, she wanted him to be too and she started working his jeans down his hips.
Before today, he felt like he’d more or less seen all of Jules’s body since he’d seen her in a bikini plenty of times ... but now Clint knew that was stupid. It was way different to have her in his bedroom in only her panties, which were probably coming off soon. Clint admired her chest as she started pushing at his jeans, one hand coming up to gently grope her and pinch at one nipple. “You’re so hot,” he breathed back, too engrossed in what they were doing to notice how dopey it sounded coming out of his mouth. He helped her get his jeans off, left just in his boxer briefs with an awkward tent in the front, then caught Jules’s hand to pull her closer to his bed with him. Clint kissed her deeply again, his hands delving into her hair before skimming down the curves of her sides to her hips. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties and gave them a teasing little snap. “Do you like getting head?” he asked in a whisper. “‘Cause I wanna taste you so bad ...”
One thing Jules knew for sure was that she was hot. She knew modesty was a thing but once Jules had figured out that being pretty would go a long way for her, she saw no reason to pretend she was anything but. She considered it to be more confidence than anything, because confidence was everything and Jules had been feeling rather lost without it lately. Clint's hands and mouth and words were definitely helping boost it up a bit more though. She was kind of surprised when he said he wanted to give her head, because Jules had been with a couple of guys who had ever only wanted their hands or dick between her legs. So she blinked dumbly at Clint for a second before grinning and stepping back from him to scoot back onto his bed. "You can taste anything you want," she murmured while beckoning him to follow. She wanted Clint to take off her panties and get to work, if that's what he wanted to do. God, she hoped he was good at oral sex because Jules didn't feel like faking it tonight.
Clint knew that some guys complained about having to go down on girls or whatever, but he’d never understood the resistance to it. He loved getting his dick sucked, and it only seemed fair that he return the favor. Some pussies tasted better than others, but he was sure that was true of cocks too. Plus they always felt cool against his tongue and it made most girls squirm and moan and that was always hot, so he didn’t really see the downside. He grinned back at Jules as she moved, one hand falling to squeeze the bulge in his underwear. He wanted her to take those off too when they got there, but it could wait. Clint got a knee up on the bed and leaned over Jules to kiss at her breasts for a moment, sucking and nibbling at each nipple before he moved lower. He hooked his fingers into his panties as he kissed her lower belly and hips, then guided them down her legs and off. Clint settled between her legs, nipping lightly at her inner thighs before he moved his mouth to start exploring her, a low groan catching in his throat.
To be fair, there were some guys whose dicks she really didn't want to suck, so she couldn't be too annoyed if they wouldn't go down on her. Too many guys didn't know what to do between her legs anyway. But Clint's mouth felt really good and Jules balanced herself on her elbows, watching him for a moment before her eyelids grew too heavy. She closed her eyes, breathing shallow as she focused on just enjoying the sensations. After another moment she had to lay back on the bed, one hand sliding into his hair as the other rested against her breast to occasionally squeeze or tug at her nipple. It was by far the best thing to happen tonight and Jules moaned as she moved her hips against his mouth, wanting to be more encouraging.
It was a little surreal for a moment to realize he was eating out Jules Cooper, pretty much the hottest girl at school for forever. Only school didn’t matter anymore, did it? They were exiting that phase of their lives. They were just two young adults now, figuring shit out. But that didn’t make Jules any less desirable to Clint. He liked her as a person -- from what he knew from hanging out with her over the years, anyway -- and he wanted to do this with her. He hadn’t fooled around with anyone besides Ruby in months either, so it was kind of a guilt-laced novelty to be tonguing a different pussy, but Clint couldn’t focus on anything but what he was doing at the moment. He took his time exploring her with his tongue and lips, hunting down the spots that seemed to make her moan the most, his hands idly stroking her thighs and ass as she rocked. He flicked and sucked at her clit, letting out a muffled groan as he felt her swell and get wetter. Fucking her was going to be amazing, he could tell already, and he felt his cock leak a bit in his boxers.
There was some part of her that couldn't help but think Clint Nolan's tongue is on my pussy! in a surreal, strange sort of way. But it felt really good and different and it kept her mind from spiraling, which is what she wanted tonight. "God," Jules breathed, both hands in his hair now as she moved her hips, reveling in the pleasurable sensations his tongue and hands were creating within her. Was she going to come? She could feel it coiling in her gut, the heat spreading rapidly. But did she want to? Or did she want his cock inside of her first, that way he would feel it when she finally got there. And why was she thinking about it so much? It had just been a while since she had a guy between her legs the way Clint was. "Fuck me now," she said breathlessly. "I want it."
Clint felt like he was well on his way to making her come, which was pretty fucking awesome, but then Jules’s words sent fiery heat shooting through him. “Fuck,” he breathed, and gave her pussy one more good swipe with his tongue. Clint pushed himself up and slid back until he got his feet under him again. He hurriedly pushed his boxer briefs down, the desire for Jules to undress him lost to the much bigger desire to get his cock inside of her. Clint at least had the presence of mind to lean and reach for the bedside dresser drawer to pull a condom out. He didn’t know what Jules’s birth control situation was, and he didn’t want to waste time asking. Plus if she was having a slutty summer, it was just smart. He ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom on even as he climbed back onto the bed and between her legs. Clint covered her body with his own, guided his cock into place, and kissed her as he pushed into her heat.
There it was. That delicious stretch of her body and finally feeling full again. There was something deeper missing from it, something she had only ever felt with Jasper, but Jules understood she probably wouldn't experience that again... at least not with someone different, and at least not anytime soon. So she would take what she could get. Kissing Clint back, Jules ran her hands down his sides even as she drew her knees up to get him deeper. It was so nice to have some male weight on top of her again, to feel bare skin under her hands. Jules kissed him hungrily, suddenly more than eager to completely throw herself into what was happening, to make sure it was just as good for Clint as she wanted it to be for herself.
He loved being touched during sex, and Jules’s hands felt amazing against his overheated skin. She felt different underneath him than Ruby did, and there was something about the novelty that made it hotter on some primal level. Clint kissed her back with equal enthusiasm, no thoughts in his head except about how good everything felt, how badly he wanted to make her come, but how he wanted to make it last too. Groaning against her lips, he rocked against her, staying in close to grind their bodies together, relishing that tight hot squeeze around his cock. It was getting hard to breathe, and Clint dragged in air between nibbly kisses, his hips gradually building into a rhythm. It was possible that he would end up regretting all of this, but fuck did it feel good in the moment.
It did feel good in the moment. Jules was moaning and panting against his mouth, occasionally drawing in enough breath to kiss him properly before moaning again. She rocked her hips to his, wanting that friction as badly as he did. One thing she was actively trying not to do was compare him to Jasper, or even Ethan. They were all so different in so many ways and meant different things to her. Jules knew that once this was over, it would be okay knowing it didn't mean something deeper than attraction and desire. Hopefully they would stay friends. As soon as his hips began to move more, Jules cursed breathlessly. Every nerve felt awake and raw and on fire and god, she didn't want it to end. But she also wanted more control. She wrapped one leg around his waist and pushed at his chest to get him to roll onto his back. Clint moved with her and once he was situated, she straightened over him, gripping his thighs behind her. She loved how deep he felt and Jules began to ride him desperately, trying not to rush but unable to hold back.
Clint was happy to take whatever position Jules wanted, and the one she pushed him into was fucking fantastic. She made an incredibly sexy view above him, her lithe body working hard and her tits bouncing as she rode him. Clint’s balls drew up tight against his body, and if it weren’t for the condom he was sure he would be right on the edge of coming already. He couldn’t keep still underneath her, bracing his feet against the bed and pumping his hips up in time with Jules’s rhythm. He couldn’t really hold back his sounds now, grunting and groaning with every thrust as the pleasure twisted tighter in his gut. Clint was glad he’d had the foresight to put music on to cover them a bit. He ran his hands all over Jules, squeezing her hips and thighs and then higher to cup her breasts, loving their weight in his hands. He wasn’t thinking about any future beyond the next half hour or so, blissfully in the moment.
Clint's hands on her body were more than a little encouraging and she thrust against him harder, leaning forward to place her hands on his chest now, using it as leverage. Jules had forgotten about Clint's parents and she hadn't even thought to muffle her moans anymore. "Fuck," Jules breathed, her hair falling over her shoulders to curtain her face. "Fuck me." He was certainly doing his very best beneath her and she loved that he was thrusting with her, instead of laying there and letting her do all the work. Jules was lost in a frenzy of lust now, riding Clint like her life depended on it. Maybe it did? She didn't want to finish this unsatisfied, afraid that she may not be able to handle it.
Fuck, she was so hot. There was no way Clint could’ve been lazy about all this even if he’d wanted to be, his body was too keyed up and into what was happening. He was running on intense instinct, every part of him desperate to keep this going. Groaning helplessly, Clint did his best to keep them on the same rhythm, driving his cock into Jules with forceful thrusts. She seemed to want it hard and fast, and if that was what it took to get her there, he was pretty sure he could last that long. He hoped so anyway. “Fuck, Jules,” he moaned, drawing out the vowel sounds. Clint pulled one elbow under him to prop himself up enough to catch one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked and groaned into her soft flesh, his abs and hips working hard.
Jules shoved her hands into his hair, holding his mouth to her breast as she rode him. The music had been a smart choice, because she couldn't quite muffle the sounds she made now, all of them full of a hungry desperation that she was pretty sure could only be cured by reaching orgasm. And she was so close. Clint's mouth was hot and wet and the way he sucked her nipple sent fresh waves of heat between her legs. Her fingers curled around the strands of his hair before she jerked her hips back, lifting enough for him to slip out of her body. Panting, Jules shifted away from Clint to turn away from him, settling on her hands and knees so he could fuck her from behind. Who knew when she was going to get laid again and maybe there was a teeny, tiny part of her mind that was still clear and thinking rationally... a very tiny part... that wanted to come with her eyes closed, where Clint couldn't see her face and she couldn't see his. "Come on," she breathed, swaying her ass back and forth for a moment.
He was enjoying her fingers in his thick hair, and Clint let out a grunt of disappointment when Jules suddenly pulled back and away from him. He stared at her with dumb, hazy eyes for a beat while she moved, confused about where she was going, but then it became pretty obvious. Goddamn, what a gorgeous view. He stared at her body as he pushed himself up onto his knees and shuffled in closer, his hands smoothing over her perfect ass. Clint cursed softly under his breath and took hold of his cock to guide himself back into her pussy. The new angle sent a sharper wave of pleasure shooting through his core, and Clint moaned deep in his throat. He gripped Jules’s hips and squeezed tight as he started to fuck her again, building back into the pace she’d set before since that was what she seemed to like.
It was exactly what she wanted and Jules immediately began to move with him, pushing back to meet his thrusts. It was all physical sensation now, something to dive into and completely forget everything else. It was their moans and the sound of their bodies slapping together. It was the way her pussy throbbed every time Clint's cock pounded into her. Jules's fingers curled in the blankets as her cries grew louder and more desperate. In this position, especially with her eyes closed, it could be anyone fucking her. It could be Jasper, even if she told herself earlier she wasn't going to think about him. Reaching between her legs, Jules began to frantically rub her clit. The extra stimulation was all she needed and it only took a few moments before she was coming with a sharp cry, arching her back as pleasure flooded her system.