elodie hunt (iaminfinite) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2024-03-11 12:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, clint, clint x elodie, elodie |
Who: Elodie and Clint
Where: Clint’s house in Overlook
When: Late, Saturday July 21, after the wedding
Warning: Turns NSFW
It was pretty late when Elodie had left the wedding reception with the bride’s bouquet in tow. She hadn’t caught it or anything, but she had seen the woman who had - the maid of honor. Elodie couldn’t remember her name at the moment. Rosie? Rachel? Something with an R. But Maybe Rosie left the bouquet on the table while she was off dancing with her boyfriend, so it had been pretty easy to snatch it when Elodie was ready to leave.
She had a long walk ahead of her because she didn’t want to ask anyone for a ride, least of all anyone in Jasper’s family, though she knew Charlie would have probably been happy to do it. She could have called Dahlia too, but Elodie had other things in mind, and being high and maybe a little drunk in front of her aunt was no fun.
So she walked, bouquet in tow, singing silently to herself through the streets of Point Pleasant. She got distracted at one point, having received a text from a “friend” in town. Elodie met up with them, and a few others, behind Moxie’s, and honestly, she had no idea what time it was when she finally left that little get-together. All she knew was she felt really good, the drugs pumping pleasantly through her blood as she headed for her final destination.
The moon and the occasional street lamp were her only light source, and Elodie felt too good to really pay much attention to the fact that anyone, or anything, could be in the dark watching her.
Eventually, she found herself outside Clint’s house. It was dark, but at this time of night, that wasn’t super surprising. Clint’s parents were probably super responsible and had jobs and all that crap. She knew better than to try the front door, so she wandered around to the back of the house, looking up at the windows like that might help her decipher which one belonged to Clint’s bedroom. There was one to the far left that looked open, the breeze rustling what looked like dark blue curtains inside. But she couldn’t exactly climb up the side of the house to look inside.
So Elodie tried the back door but found it locked. She tried one of the lower windows, but that was locked, too. It was the last window in the back that Elodie tried, and she found her fingertips had been able to push it up quite easily. Thrilled, Elodie grabbed one of the porch chairs, dragging it over to place it under the window. With the bouquet tight in her grasp, Elodie hauled herself up and giggled as she slipped through the window, finding herself nearly in the kitchen sink. At least it was empty! Several flowers fell from the bouquet from the awkward entrance, but she ignored them as she climbed off the sink onto the kitchen floor. The house was quiet, so she walked cautiously, occasionally bringing the flowers up to her face to stifle the amusement threatening to erupt from her lips. It wasn’t her first B&E, but it was the first one where people were probably home and sleeping! If she got caught, Dahlia was going to be pissed.
It felt like she floated up the stairs, and as she headed down the upper hallway, she could hear loud snoring coming from the first door she had come upon. No way Clint snored that loud. It sounded like a gorilla with a head cold. That had to be Clint’s dad. Huffing softly, Elodie found the bathroom and then what looked like a study. And then another bedroom door that was closed. It was at the far end of the hall, so this had to be the dark blue curtains room she had seen outside.
When Elodie cracked open the door and peered in, she saw a figure asleep in the bed. It was definitely Clint. Pleased, Elodie slipped inside and closed the door before taking off her shoes, discarding her bag onto the floor, and stripping off her t-shirt. Then she climbed onto the bed, staring at him for a moment before she decided he was much more fun awake.
“Hey,” she whispered, grinning as she tickled the bouquet's flowers against his nose.
Being protected by magic had made sleeping a hell of a lot easier, and Clint had been trying to do as much of it as possible since his visit to the witches. It still weirded him out a little to think that he’d been part of some possibly-satanic ritual out in the woods … but as long as it worked, he couldn’t give much of a shit. So far Clint hadn’t had any more nightmares, about the Dark Man or otherwise, and he was going to sleep without all the anxiety and stress now that he might wake up dead. It had made a world of difference for him. He was starting to feel human again.
Clint was blissfully, soundly asleep when a couple of physical sensations dragged him unexpectedly back into consciousness -- the weight of someone else on his bed, and something velvety and fragrant rubbing his nose. Neither of them were necessarily bad things, but they yanked him roughly out of sleep. Clint’s head jerked to the side as his brows knotted, and he made a noise of protest even before his eyes opened. When they did, he half sat up with a jerk, and recoiled, his heart leaping into his throat. “Oh shi--” he exhaled in a rush, but then recognition kicked in. “What the fuck, Elodie?” Clint hissed, sitting up all the way, his pulse still racing with startled adrenaline.
Smiling, Elodie jerked back from his semi-violent wake-up, a laugh catching in her throat. His hair was all rumply from sleep. How cute. Then she raised the bouquet again, no hesitation in bypassing his reaction to being unceremoniously woken up in the middle of the night. "I caught the bouquet," she whispered cheerfully. "You know what that means, right? Whoever catches the bouquet is the next woman to fuck." Elodie hadn't exactly caught the bouquet, but stealing it was just as legit. If Rachel had wanted it that badly, she would have kept her eye on it.
His groggy brain was trying to figure out what the fuck she was talking about, and why she was there in the first place, with ... flowers? “What?” Clint breathed, squinting at her in the shadowy room. He wasn’t comprehending anything about bouquets, the wedding tradition was the farthest thing from his mind. God, she was such a weird bitch. “Wait -- how the fuck did you get in here?” She was smiling at him and he finally noticed that she was topless, but it was too dark and he was still too rattled to really appreciate that fact.
Elodie huffed and took one more sniff of the flowers before she lowered them to the bed. He was supposed to be a lot more excited about her achievement. She had seen videos of women beating the shit out of each other just to catch these stupid things. "The window downstairs," she said simply, leaving the flowers on the bed as she stood and started unbuttoning her skirt to get it off. "It was that or try to pick one of the locks and I don't have what I need in my bag to do that. Your dad should probably see someone about his snoring though. That doesn't sound healthy." Her skirt fell around her feet and Elodie began to push down her tights. "But I wanted to see you and make sure you're sleeping okay and stuff now, which you looked like you were, so that's good. No bad dreams?"
It was difficult to reconcile the two facts that Elodie had broken into his house and she was currently stripping her clothes off. Clint just felt confused and dismayed -- had she said something about fucking? And then his dad? Why the hell had she wanted to see him? They had spent a night in the same bed, but Clint had thoroughly passed out, and Elodie hadn’t even been there when he woke up. “Oh uh ... yeah, no, no dreams,” Clint muttered distractedly. He glanced down at the bouquet of flowers on the bed and noticed there was ribbon on it. “Were you just ... at a wedding?” he asked, sounding a little baffled. It was the middle of the night, did weddings go that late? Or had she been carting the bouquet around all night? Clint’s eyes were drawn back up to Elodie, and he fully realized that there was a naked girl in his room now.
Naked now, Elodie reached for the bouquet, still pretty pleased with herself that she had walked right out of the reception with it in her hand and no one had noticed or said anything. She knew exactly what she was going to do with it too. "Yeah. I mean, not just. It was earlier today. Jasper's uncle got married. So I got this." Glancing around, Elodie set it on top of his dresser, just to keep it from getting smushed. Then she returned to Clint's bed and tugged the blankets down to slip in beside him. His bed was comfy and warm, but she figured it would be. Overlook brats always had the best stuff. "Women go crazy for those things. It's honestly one of the dumbest things I've ever seen. I think the guy stuff is more fun. Watching the groom stick his hand up the bride's dress to get some garter, or whatever they're called? And then throwing it to a friend? I mean, that's kinda hot. Throwing some flowers at desperate women is just sad. The flowers are gonna die anyway, which I guess, is like... a good metaphor for marriages."
It was a sizable bed for one person, but it had never felt smaller to Clint as he watched Elodie crawl into it, still kind of dumbfounded. Was this a seduction? Had the wedding made her horny and she just decided that he was the one tonight? It definitely wasn’t a situation that had ever happened to Clint before. The mention of Jasper Lucas just made him think of Jules and Ruby, and his gut twisted with guilt. Now that Elodie was talking about all those dumb wedding traditions, he remembered, and he had a hard time picturing her in a group of women jumping to snatch those flowers out of the air. “So how did you get it?” he asked in a mumble, shifting his body back toward the wall a bit to give her more space on the mattress. He’d never had a nude girl in his bed that he wasn’t already making out with and feeling on, and he felt really weird and unsure about it. He himself had gone to bed with boxer briefs on, was she trying to test him or something? “Start a mosh pit with the bridesmaids?”
Getting comfortable, Elodie rolled onto her side to face Clint, her gaze drifting over his bare chest. "How'd I get what? Oh, the bouquet? I mean, I just took it. It was on someone's table. Don't leave shit around if you don't want someone to steal it, especially at a wedding. Everything's so pretty and elegant. A mosh pit would have been so fun though. I would've joined in on that for sure." She grinned at the mental image that created, all those dainty women in pretty dresses slamming their bodies into each other. It reminded Elodie that she hadn't been to a fun concert in a really long time. Scooting in closer to Clint, she rested her hand on his chest, her fingertips pressing into his skin a bit. "Remember the last time, when I said I didn't want your dick? I want it now."
Clint didn’t know Elodie terribly well yet, but stealing a wedding bouquet that had been innocuously left on a table seemed pretty on brand for her. She was weird and seemed to just do whatever the hell she wanted. He couldn’t think about it for long though, because then she said she wanted his dick and Clint’s brain glitched a little again. He didn’t actually remember much of the last time, and not Elodie rejecting him -- oh shit, had he tried to fuck her? He hated that he couldn’t remember. “Uh ...” he started, and didn’t get much further. His body was already responding to the idea that a naked pretty girl in his bed wanted to fuck him, warmth rushing to his groin, but Clint’s mind was hesitating. It was just so strange and abrupt, she didn’t even act like she liked him? “What? Is that why you’re here?” he asked, trying to get a handle on the situation.
His baffled hesitance was amusing and Elodie grinned, letting her fingers drift lower to the waistband of his boxer briefs, playing with the elastic some. "No, I'm here 'cause I wanted to see you. Fucking you is just a bonus." She had always imagined guys like Clint to be more confident, or at least feign confidence, but Clint looked like he was still trying to figure out what was going on. Elodie had to give him a break though, because it was the middle of the night and it wasn't like she gave him any notice, or even a chance to comprehend what was going on. That was the point though. Catching people off guard was one of her favorite things to do. Elodie lowered her voice to a whisper, dragging one fingertip down over the fabric of his underwear to where she could feel his cock starting to harden a bit. "I can be real quiet."
Clint was confident in his element with girls ... but this was far from that. He'd never had a girl sneak into his house on her own before -- he'd snuck a few in himself, but that was different. And because she'd wanted to see him? It didn't make a lot of sense, but it still felt kinda good somehow, a little rush of something warmer in all the confusion. The skin in the path of Elodie's finger tingled at her touch, and Clint caught her wrist, but didn't push her away. Not yet. His erection was swelling faster, and he did his best to ignore it, but it wasn't easy. He was suddenly more physically aware of her, the increased body heat under his comforter, how close her tits were. "Why now?” he whispered. "I didn't think you liked me like that.”
"Liked you like what?" Elodie whispered back, a furrowed brow giving away her confusion before her expression smoothed out again. Rather than tug her wrist from his grasp, she left it there, liking the physical touch even if he wasn't letting her grope him the way she wanted. "Like... in a sexual way? Why wouldn't I? You're hot and now you're damaged like me. Well, not exactly like me, or as much as me, but enough. Besides," Elodie scooted in closer to him, not giving much space to move away now, "you're leaving soon, aren't you? You should do things that feel good while you can. And sex with me would feel really good. It doesn't have to be complicated."
He wasn't sure how he felt about being called damaged, but he couldn't quite argue with it either. Things were getting better with his sleep, but Clint still felt haunted and kind of fucked up. Elodie also had a point about his remaining time in Point Pleasant ... he would be going off to school soon, he could leave this all behind. Her attitude about sex wasn't one he'd heard from a lot of girls, but he already knew she was a weird one. Her thigh was touching his now and Clint couldn't think of any real reason to push her away. He hadn't gotten laid since Jules, and that felt like ages ago. It had been a mistake, but the damage was done and he was very single now, so why not? Clint released Elodie's wrist and reached for her breast instead, cupping it and brushing his thumb over her nipple as he dipped his head in to kiss her.
Was there any doubt that she could persuade him? None at all. Boys were much easier to manipulate than girls were. But nearly everything she said was true. He was leaving and it didn't have to be complicated. Elodie saw what complications did to people. Look at Jasper and that whole mess. She wanted nothing to do with any of that. This was fun though and as soon as Clint released her hand, it went immediately back to his boxer briefs where she cupped him through the fabric. It had been a while since she had kissed anyone and Elodie parted her lips for his, a soft hum of satisfaction forming in her throat. Her hand slipped beneath the elastic of his boxers where she cupped his bare cock and squeezed gently.
Clint had never had sex without kissing, it just seemed like an integral part of the whole thing. There was nothing romantic-feeling about kissing Elodie, but it was definitely hot, and it made this feel like more of a normal hook up than a weird home invasion. Clint groaned faintly when her hand found bare skin, and he pinched her nipple a bit as he pushed into the touch. He definitely hadn’t planned to have sex tonight, so he had a vague hope that his grooming wasn’t too out of control for her ... but Elodie honestly didn’t seem like the type of girl who would give a shit. Some of them did and were vocal about it, so Clint kept his shit trimmed, but he hadn’t been self-caring much as of late. He slipped his tongue past her lips to get a taste of her as he slipped his hand further down to explore between her legs.
Elodie liked to kiss. Most of the guys she made out with had nice lips, and Clint was no exception. Sometimes, she preferred to just kiss until her insides were melting and her lips were nice and swollen. She liked sex as much as the next person, but some guys were impatient and just wanted to get their dicks wet and move along, so it sometimes was fun to make them wait. Clint was correct that Elodie didn't give a crap about whether his junk was trimmed or not. He felt good and smelled good, and that was all she really cared about. With his hand pressed between her thighs, Elodie lifted one leg to drape over his for easier access, moaning low in her throat as her tongue met his. His cock felt nice against her palm, and Elodie worked on pulling it free from his boxer briefs without having to break away from the kiss. She wanted a better grip to really get him going.
He had been one of those guys more than once in his life, but Clint didn’t feel in too much of a hurry here. He was sober for a change, but there was still an air of surreality about this whole thing. Like Elodie wasn’t entirely here and would just disappear like a puff of smoke before the morning. She felt real enough for the moment though, hot and wet against his fingers. He liked the way she hooked his leg, and he shifted it in closer, his thigh putting more pressure behind his arm. Elodie was a better kisser than he would’ve given her credit for, and Clint felt himself drifting into that hazy space of true arousal where he could just let his body take over. He curled his fingers to tease her opening with the tips, dipping in just a bit and then out again. If she was going to come into his bed demanding his dick, he was going to try to make her really want it.
Elodie probably would disappear before the sun came up, but that had more to do with not wanting to deal with the risk of running into anyone else living in the house. She loved sleeping beside a warm body, but when she woke up, at whatever time that may be, she felt restless, like she had to get moving. Leaving wasn't currently on her mind at the moment, though. Her hand slipped down further to cup and squeeze his balls gently. It was hard to do much with their bodies so closely pressed together, but the restriction was also really hot. Groping could be just as fun as anything else, in Elodie's opinion. Clint's lips and tongue were doing a really good job of sending fresh heat between her legs and his fingers were teasing her in a rather maddening way. She both loved and hated it at the same time. Her aching pussy was eager to feel one of those fingers deep inside of her, and Elodie released a soft growl of frustration into his mouth.
The corners of Clint’s mouth twitched upward, but that sound out of her made his spine tingle. It was just goddamn hot when girls actually got into it. He swiped his tongue into her mouth again as he plunged two fingers into her pussy, a groan low in his throat. If that was what she wanted, he was going to give it to her. Clint liked to make girls come, even if he got kind of lazy about it sometimes. Some girls didn’t make it seem worth the effort. If Elodie went through all the trouble to break in and sneak into his bed like some wet dream come to life, he wanted to make it worth her while. It was already tempting as fuck to just slide his cock into her -- maybe even alongside his fingers, was she the kind of slut who liked to be really full? -- but he knew he shouldn’t bareback this. There were condoms in his nightstand, easy to reach, he just had to find the right time. For now he just pushed his fingers deeper and kept kissing her.
That was exactly what she wanted and a satisfied moan formed in her throat as she squeezed her pussy around his fingers. Her body was flushed and aching in all the right places but she kept stroking his cock, just to maintain that physical contact. At the moment, though, Elodie was focused on her own pleasure. Her hips moved against his hand and Elodie pulled back from Clint's mouth for a brief moment to breathe and bite into his lower lip. Not too hard, but firm enough for him to feel it. Already she wanted to push him onto his back and fuck his brains out, but she was going to get off first, just in case his dick couldn't get her there. Still moaning, Elodie stopped stroking him and joined his hand with her own, pressing his palm more firmly against her so it rubbed her clit.
The lip bite sent a shiver down his spine, and Clint's breath caught in his throat. Elodie's moans were hot as hell, and he wanted more of them, so he tried to follow her direction with his hand, increasing the pressure against her clit. She wasn't being loud yet, but he was still glad that his room was pretty far from his parents’. His cock throbbed needily when she let it go, but the way her body felt around his fingers was engrossing enough that it was easy to ignore his own body. She'd said she wanted to fuck him, so Clint was sure more for him was coming. With a soft groan of his own, Clint kept finger fucking her, pushing deep and stroking her sensitive folds as best he could with the flat of his hand. Elodie had the reins and if this was all she wanted for now, that's what he would give her. Clint added another finger on the next thrust, eager to hear if she liked it.
Elodie had forgotten all about Clint's parents at this point. She was focused solely on how his fingers felt inside of her pussy, how he was doing exactly what she wanted, the way she wanted. The addition of a third finger brought a sharper cry to her lips and she curled her leg more tightly around him. The pressure on her clit sent shivers down her spine, and Elodie rocked her hips harder, fucking his fingers like it was his cock until the heat became too intense and spiraled out of control. Her orgasm was swift and violent, sending her shaking against him as her moans caught in her throat. Her body pulsed around his fingers, soaking him with her juices and that was probably the best part of all.
A soft curse came out of Clint as Elodie’s orgasm began. It had been quite a while since he’d made a girl come with just his fingers, usually his mouth or dick had to be involved too, but it was actually really hot. He was relieved she wasn’t one of those girls who seemed impossible to bring to climax. Maybe he could get another one or two out of her once they were really fucking. Clint did his best to make this one good for her, slowing down his movements as her body clenched and throbbed around him, but keeping his fingers curled in toward her g spot. Feeling the effect it had on her whole body made his cock ache something fierce, but he could be patient for another couple of minutes at least. Once it seemed like she was coming down from it, Clint kissed her again.
Clint certainly succeeded in making it good for her. So did everything else she had put in her body earlier that day. The floaty, pulsing sensation drew a contented sigh from her lips before Clint's mouth drew her into another kiss. Letting go of his hand, Elodie found his cock again and squeezed before stroking firmly up to the tip. His cock was already dripping, and she smeared some of his precum across the head with her thumb. Moaning into his mouth, Elodie already felt that deep ache for more. "You wanna fuck me now?" she murmured once she pulled away from his lips to catch her breath. "'Cause I want your cock inside me so bad."
Her touch made his balls feel throbby and full, and Clint just knew Elodie’s pussy was going to feel even better. He got a little shiver down his spine at her words -- what guy didn’t love hearing shit like that? “Fuck yeah, I do,” Clint murmured as he rubbed his thumb over her clit one more time before he took his hand back. “Sit tight.” He rolled away from Elodie for a moment to reach into his bedside drawer and feel around for the string of condoms he had stashed. It had been a long time since he’d had a girl in his room, but he liked to be prepared. Clint stayed on his back as he tore the foil packet open with his teeth and started to roll it onto himself.
Elodie's heart was still pounding as she worked on catching her breath. Despite the orgasm, she was still eager for more as she watched Clint get a condom ready. She moved to straddle him, her hand reaching down to grip his wrist for a moment. "Have you ever fucked anyone bare?" she asked breathlessly, watching his face. "I mean, other than in a swimming pool." Yes, she had seen that and she doubted she'd been the only one watching, since everyone at that party had been super weird and wasted and horny. Elodie rubbed herself against his half-sheathed dick so he could see how amazing it would feel without the condom. "Just for a few minutes," she murmured. "It'll feel so good."
The pool reference gave Clint a little flash of shame, because Ruby, but it got washed away by a fresh surge of lust as Elodie rubbed against him. He knew just how goddamn good it did feel to fuck without latex, and even if it went against his better judgement, he wanted it. What guy wouldn’t, for fuck’s sake? “Yeah,” he breathed. “Only a few girls ...” Clint scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, his gaze sweeping down over what he could see of her body in the dark now that she was on top of him. It wasn’t smart of him, but damn did he want to be buried inside of all her heat. “Okay,” Clint whispered, resolving to himself that he wouldn’t come inside of her. The last thing he needed was to get some girl pregnant, especially one like this. He pulled the condom off and angled his cock to line their bodies up better, his hips lifting a bit to push into her.
God, boys were so dumb. And so easy. Elodie didn't think it would take much convincing and she was right. With the condom now discarded, Elodie bit into her lower lip as she slid down the length of Clint's cock until she took all of him. She had to admit that it did feel good because it had been a while since she'd had sex and he did have a nice cock. She just hoped he knew how to use it. A happy sigh escaped her as she reached back to grip the top of his thighs, her hips began to rock. Elodie wanted to fuck his brains out and make some goddamn noise, but she also didn't want Clint to blow his load in the first thirty seconds of this either, so... pacing was important. For now. Elodie closed her eyes and let her head fall back against her neck, ready to enjoy every second of taking exactly what she wanted.
Almost immediately, it felt like Clint’s brain melted away. There was just nothing like sinking into a girl’s body like that, and his toes curled under the blanket for a moment. Clint’s hands slid up Elodie’s thighs to hold onto her hips as she started to move, not really to guide her but just to have something to hang onto. His breath caught a little as the pleasure really began to kick in, and Clint let his eyes close. This was really like a wet dream or some lazy set up for a porno ... an edgy hot girl breaking and entering just so she could seduce a sleeping male. It still didn’t make much sense to him why Elodie had this kind of interest in him, but Clint wasn’t going to question it too much. He knew he was good looking and maybe she was just horny. Nothing wrong with a little casual dabbling, right? It was hard to think anything was wrong while her pussy was stroking his dick so deliciously, or think anything at all, for that matter. So Clint just relaxed further into it, his breathing getting thicker and deeper and his thumbs rubbing over her hip bones.
Elodie rarely attempted to make sense of anything. Things were what they were and why did she always have to have a reason for doing what she wanted to do? Impulses were impulses and she liked acting on them. She had spent way too long in that fog nightmare, thinking she would never be back here again and maybe she understood better than most that the world could fuck things up in the blink of an eye. Standing around and overthinking shit was not her thing. Especially when she found willing - and sometimes unwilling - boys to fuck with. Elodie opened her eyes to watch Clint, her own breath heavy. The urge was strong to slap him. Mark up all of that handsome skin with her nails. She could probably make him bleed before he was able to push her off of him. The thought sent a fresh surge of arousal between her thighs and Elodie leaned over to kiss him again, her teeth nipping sharply at his lip before she flicked her tongue into his mouth. One hand pressed against his throat, though she didn't squeeze or apply any pressure. She could feel his pulse against her fingers and Elodie moaned, grinding her hips to his as her patience began to fray.
The bite hurt but everything else felt so good that the sharp sensation got swept away almost immediately. It kind of made his dick tingle in a fun way. The hungry way Elodie kissed him was hot, and he was surprised to find he even liked how her hand felt around his neck. He wasn’t going to complain about much while she was grinding on him like that, that was for sure. He groaned quietly against her lips, his pelvis bucking up under her to drive his cock as deeply as possible. The way she was moving her hips felt incredible, and Clint was already starting to get dizzy with pleasure, his breath coming more harshly in his throat, huffing out through his nose while their mouths were sealed together. Clint’s hands squeezed Elodie’s hips, then slid around to grip her ass, pulling her even tighter against him.
She could feel the pleasure coiling in her core, making it difficult to hold back. Her fingers pressed firmly into his throat, her breath ragged as she tore her mouth from his. "Your cock feels so fucking good," she breathed. Elodie knew how boys worked, knew what they liked to hear. It helped that it did feel good, though, and she didn't have to fake it. Elodie was going to get another orgasm even if she had to work herself into a frenzy doing it. Keeping her hand pressed to his throat meant she still felt his pulse pounding against her palm. The fact that he didn't try to move away from her hold on him was arousing in a way not many people would likely understand. Elodie moaned loudly and began to ride him with abandon, sliding her pussy over his cock with harder, faster strokes.
She wasn't wrong -- hearing those words sent sparks down Clint's spine and straight into his cock. Fuck, it was hot. Her moaning was too, even though she was being too loud. Elodie's hand on his throat didn't stop Clint from bringing his own hand up to press over her mouth. He didn't shush her, because goddamn he loved those sounds, but the last thing he wanted to do was wake up his parents. Clint kept moving under Elodie, thrusting up to meet her body as she frantically rode him. The pleasure-pressure in his balls was getting harder and harder to rein in, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer, at least not at this intensity, but god did he want to make her come again.
Elodie didn't mind his hand covering her mouth. It was kind of sexy, in a strange way, and if it muffled her, then that was fine. She didn't really want to wake up his parents either, but when it felt this good, it was hard to censor herself. With a long groan, Elodie ground her hips to his, thrusting frantically to intensify the friction building between her thighs. Without thinking, she applied more pressure to his throat, not wanting to choke him really, but he had such a cute, punchable face, and since she couldn't really punch him, she could do this instead. Even if he didn't like it, she did, and that was all that mattered. Cursing against his palm, Elodie could her orgasm start to unravel, and before she could do much more than moan, she was coming again, squeezing rhythmically around his cock. Elodie tried to stay with it, though, not wanting to let Clint push her away or pull out before he got there, too. Gasping, Elodie shuddered and used her free hand to push his hand from her mouth. "Come inside my pussy," she breathed, still riding him, even her body throbbed. "Please."
The extra weight behind Elodie’s hand on his neck made it harder to breathe, but somehow that just made everything feel even better. It was some edge of danger or ... something. Clint didn’t think she would really choke him out, but he wasn’t going to struggle as long as he could still get some air in. He couldn’t devote much actual thought to it as Elodie started to climax again, all of his attention tied up in the things her throbbing body was doing to his cock. He didn’t love condoms, nobody did, but they at least helped with his self control. Fuck, it felt so goddamn good, his heels dug into the mattress with the effort it took to hold back his own orgasm. Clint obeyed the push against his arm, both hands falling to Elodie’s relentless hips instead. Once again, her words made his dick jerk with intense need, and even though the thought flashed through Clint’s head that that was a bad idea, his body overrode that good sense. He managed to make some negative sound, but it was too late by then, and before he could pull it back, Clint’s orgasm slammed into him. He shuddered under Elodie, his eyes rolling closed as pleasure overwhelmed him, a choked sort of groan caught in his throat as his cock pulsed and twitched inside of her.
Elodie panted heavily as she watched Clint's face, aware by his body's movements that there was no way he would be able to pull out before he got there. A groan escaped her lips when she felt him swell inside of her, and then there it was, exactly what she'd wanted. If there was one thing Elodie loved above all else, it was getting her way. Her own body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and Elodie pulled her hand away from his throat, wishing she had dug in a little harder to leave bruises on him. Maybe next time. Marking up a boy the first time they fucked carried a risk, after all, and Elodie didn't need him running away just yet. "That was good," she breathed with a grin. She slapped his cheek lightly before shifting away from his lap and flopping onto her stomach, her arms pushing up beneath one of his pillows to tug it under her head. "Yeah?"
The little smack on the cheek made him twitch in the midst of his own orgasmic aftershocks, but Elodie was pulling away before he could nudge her arm, so whatever. It had felt good in a physical sense, like nutting in a girl always did, but that bliss was fading fast to leave room for the post sex clarity. It struck Clint again just how weird of a situation this was, Elodie breaking into his house to seduce him in the middle of the night, when they’d barely talked before. Sure, he’d passed out in her bed the last time, but she’d invited him there, this seemed different. “Yeah,” he answered, still a little out of breath. Clint didn’t want to be rude, and it had been pretty hot, in spite of the weirdness. He looked over at her in the dark, pulling one knee up a bit to keep the covers off of his wet junk. “Uh ... you’re on the pill, right?”
Of all the weird things she had done in her life - so far - this was one of the least weird. It was exactly what she'd wanted to do tonight, so she was happy that Clint hadn't protested. Some boys could be little bitches, especially ones who lived in this neighborhood. But sex was sex and most guys would do it with a paper bag if it meant getting off. Elodie stretched a bit before his question prompted her to push herself up and slip off the bed, already starting to look around for her discarded clothes. "What? What do you mean the pill?" she asked dumbly, fighting back the urge to grin as she found her panties and tights and picked them up to shake out and start pulling on.
Clint sat up as Elodie stood, his stomach giving a concerned twist. “I mean the pill, Elodie, birth control,” he said. He didn’t buy that she didn’t know what ‘the pill’ was, she was probably just trying to get under his skin, but he did need to know the answer. He’d done plenty of foolish things in his life, as most teenage boys did, but his father had drilled into him that he shouldn’t get anybody pregnant, that was a surefire way to ruin his life, so he’d tried to be careful about sex. The few girls he’d fucked without a condom had all been on the birth control pill. “Or like ... something else?” Clint vaguely knew there were other methods and procedures women could get done, he was just fuzzy on the details.
Elodie grabbed her skirt from the floor and stepped into it to pull it up to her hips, her face scrunched up in thought. "Yeah, something else," she said after a moment, a smile curving at her lips. "Not the pill, though. I'd probably forget to take them and then that'd be a total waste, you know?" Routine was something Elodie could never get used to, and that included taking medication. "Don't worry about it. No Clint Jr's are coming out of here." She motioned to her stomach before snatching her t-shirt from the floor and tugging it on. "I'm gonna sneak out the back door, though, if you wanna lock it behind me. I guess I could climb out the window, but that might make more noise."
Part of him knew he should push, really ask what that ‘something else’ was, if it was reliable, all that shit, but Clint was tired and it was too late now, so he just had to trust her. Elodie sounded pretty confident they were safe, so ... whatever. All he truly wanted to do was roll over and go right back to sleep, but that was probably rude as hell, so he ought to walk her out. “I’ll come down with you,” he murmured, tossing the covers back. Clint got up and found where his boxer briefs had gone. He pulled them on again, glancing over at Elodie. “Don’t forget your flowers,” he added. The gentleman in him was saying he should offer to drive her home, but he really didn’t want to. She would be okay, she’d made it here, after all. Clint went to his bedroom door and opened it, sticking his head out in the hallway to listen for a second. Blessed silence, good. He stepped out to lead the way downstairs.
Elodie didn't need Clint to be a gentleman and didn't think for a second that he would be. Boys were boys and the majority of them were dicks. It was something she had learned a long time ago and simply accepted as fact. Now that she was dressed and her shoes were on, Elodie grabbed the bouquet of flowers, happy that he reminded her since she hadn't wanted to leave them behind. Following Clint downstairs, she stifled a yawn and felt around in her pocket for her phone, just to make sure she hadn't misplaced it. Walking all the way back to Dahlia's sounded like a pain in the ass, especially this late at night and with all the creepy things hiding in the dark, so she figured she could text Jasper when she got outside to see if he'd come get her. No way he was asleep yet, right? "You should lock that kitchen window too," Elodie pointed out, once they were downstairs. "Or keep it open for next time, whichever. But scarier things than me can sneak in here."
Clint could blame his parents for that one, he supposed, since he never even thought to lock windows and doors before bed ... it sounded like a dad responsibility. Had they even set the alarm tonight? Obviously not. The man-creature in the bowler hat immediately came to mind at Elodie’s words, and he suppressed a shudder. If the dark man couldn’t get at him through his dreams anymore, would it try to come inside physically instead? Maybe he was going to start checking all of the windows and doors before bed. “Don’t break in anymore,” Clint said to Elodie, shooting her a look. “If you want a next time, text me when you’re around and I’ll let you in, okay? They turn the alarm on sometimes, plus my dad has a shotgun.” He didn’t want her getting hurt by accident if they weren’t as lucky about his parents staying asleep if this ever happened again. Maybe the danger was part of the appeal for her, but Clint didn’t want blood on his hands, even indirectly. Once they reached the back door, he turned to her with his hand on the knob and suddenly felt awkward. “It was ... fun? I dunno how to wrap this up,” Clint admitted with a huff.
Elodie would have pouted about not being able to break in, but her mood lifted at hearing that Clint would let her in instead. It wasn't as much fun, but it was a lot easier. Her brows lifted at the knowledge that there was a shotgun in the house. She had never fired a shotgun before. But that was probably something to try on another day. She was ready to leave but stopped abruptly when Clint did, confused as to why he wasn't opening the door. His words prompted her to grin, even as her brows furrowed with confusion. "Wrap up... what? You open the door and I leave. Do you want a kiss and a pat on the ass?"
Clint was well acquainted with the shotgun, and he’d been very grateful to have it when the fog had descended on the town all those months ago. Even though he hadn’t used it, it had been a comfort to have in his hands. It was in his parents’ room now however, locked in the safe, and Clint had considered getting his own firearm to keep in his room with him. Not that it would do any good against the Dark Man or anything, but the thought was still kind of reassuring. God only knew what else might show up in the middle of the night. He did not want Elodie to get hurt by accident though, so the warning seemed prudent. Her response to his hesitation made him feel stupid and embarrassed, and Clint scoffed as he pulled the door open and stepped to the side. Of course she wasn’t like some normal girl who would’ve wanted a goodnight kiss or some other courtesy. “Bye then,” he muttered.
Elodie was well aware of the dangers that roamed around Point Pleasant so she didn't blame anyone for having something in their house to protect themselves. She was walking out into the night with just her phone and a bouquet of flowers, but she figured even if Jasper didn't answer her text, she'd make it home safely. And if not, well, shit happened sometimes. "Bye," she said, relieved that he didn't want a goodnight kiss, because that would just be weird. Elodie headed out, happy that it wasn't raining and still fairly pleasant for it being the middle of the night. She would get to the end of Overlook Drive and then text Jasper.