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Bellamy had a problem...
And the problem was his sister’s best friend, Clarke.
Bellamy had always considered Clarke pretty. Anyone with eyes could tell that she had good genetics, and was a pretty enough girl. But that was just it- when Bellamy Blake went off to college, he left his kid sister, and her best friend behind. What he came home to was his sister a few years older and Clarke knocking his fucking breath out of his lungs.
There was a lot about her that had changed. her face was more feminine... her thighs had become thicker.
She was curvy now.
And fuck- she had a full, round ass that Bellamy tried (and failed) to not look at. She also had a beautiful set of-
“Hey, can you pass the cream?”
That newer, huskier voice sent an alarming shiver down Bellamy’s spine as it asked for the sugar, too.
“G’mornin’, Clarke,” Bellamy offered, his throat going dry, “how’d you sleep?”
With a slight smile, Clarke brought her coffee to her lips, “like a baby... you?”
“Ugh,” Bellamy felt himself blush as he bit his lip. It was hard not to remember the image he had jerked off to last night... It wasn’t Clarke. Not exactly. But Bellamy satiated his craving either way, “better than I have in a while.”
“Yeah, a bottle of Jergen’s and some porn will do that for ya!” O said, slapping the back of Bellamy’s head as she walked by. Bellamy fought his instinct to try and push his sister in favor of smirking at Clarke- who had turned a brilliant shade of crimson.
“I- didn’t... I don’t,” Bellamy stammered, as Clarke looked at him with wide eyes.
“Why would Clarke care where your hands or eyes are Bell?” O asked, sitting across from him, and eying him as she ate her yogurt, “Are you coming to the theme park with us?”
“Sure, I have nothing else to do.”
“Good,” Clarke said, with a flirty smirk, “Then you can buy us beer.”
“Oh, no,” Bellamy shook his head. But then Clarke was pouting, her lip protruding out in an innocent way that shouldn’t make his dick twitch. Yet, it did.
“So, are we really waiting in line for over an hour to ride this?” Clarke asked, looking up at the structure, “what’s so special about it, anyway?”
Clarke was being extra bratty since Bellamy said he wouldn’t buy the girls any beer. To make her feel a little better, he leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear, “If you’re good, I’ll get you a beer, Princess.”
Hearing her breath hitch made Bellamy’s eyes flutter closed, as her scent enveloped him.
“But you said-" she began, turning around to find Bellamy ridiculously close to her face. Bellamy studied Clarke’s face as her eyes widened in surprise, and then fell down to his lips. As he swallowed, they fell even further- staring at Bellamy’s adam’s apple, no doubt. While her eyes were preoccupied, Bellamy licked his lips and bit his tongue, trying desperately to wet his mouth.
What the fuck was Clarke doing to him? It had never been like this with her... and frankly, Bellamy was having a hard time remembering that she was seventeen and he was twenty-one.
“Um, Bellamy?” she asked, her voice low and small.
“Yeah?” Bellamy closed his eyes when he realized exactly how desperate he sounded. He had to get a grip.
“The line... It’s moving.”
With a nervous cuckle, Bellamy surveyed the line behind him. Without thinking he set his hand on her lower back, and led the way as they caught up with O and her friend, Raven, who had just arrived.
From that moment on, it seemed as if Clarke hovered between the girls and Bellamy. When she started to fidget again, he started talking.
“Have you ever ridden one this big?” Internally, he cringed at the unintentional innuendo, but the flush in Clarke’s face was worth it.
“Uh, I’ve never...”
“Oh, you’ve never been on a rollercoaster?”
“Of course I’ve been on a roller coaster, Bellamy, ” she said, avoiding his gaze, “I- uh, I have to go.”
At that, Clarke ran forward to join the girls. Occasionally, her eyes shot to Bellamy, who couldn’t help but feel as if he stuck out like a sore thumb.
“BLAKE!” a voice came from behind him, turning around Bellamy spied his friend from high school, John Murphy. Murphy was two years younger than him, but they became good friends Bellamy’s senior year, when he bought way too much weed from the gangly little fucker.
“Murphy, hey!” As the boys caught up, Bellamy noticed both Clarke and Raven staring their way, while O rolled her eyes and scrolled her phone.
“Who’s the hottie?” Murphy asked, waving at the girls.
“You know Clarke, and she’s way too young for you, Murphy.”
“I’m not talking about her, you fucking perv,” he said, whispering the last bit, as he looked at Raven.
“Oh, that’s Raven Reyes.”
At that, Murphy smoothed his hair out, and started to walk away, “wish me luck!” he said, leaving Bellamy alone once again.
Rolling his eyes, Bellamy just stood against the railing awkwardly, trying not to stare at Clarke in her incredibly short-shorts.
After a few minutes, Clarke turned around and checked her phone. A wave of emotion flashed over her face. As soon as her eyes locked on Bellamy’s the disappointment left, and was replaced by a smirk.
“What are you so upset about, Princess?” Bellamy asked, as the lined moved some more.
“Oh, just got ghosted by my date.”
“You had a date coming?”
“Yeah,” she said, her phone buzzed again, and she pulled it out. As she read the text, her eyes bulged and her cheeks turned red.
“What’s wrong?” Bellamy didn’t like seeing Clarke upset, especially when it came down to the fact that it was just a flaky guy.
“Uh, Finn says he doesn’t want me going on this rollercoaster... Apparently people call it the “Cum Coaster”.”
“Okay,” Bellamy said, his mind a little blown, “first off, fuck that- you get to do what you want. And second, what?”
“That’s what he said, look.”
While Clarke showed Bellamy her phone, she accidentally moved too far back and there was a photo of her, in front of a mirror, presumably shopping for bikinis.
“Fuck,” Bellamy breathed, swallowing thickly, “if you’re gonna send nudes, Clarke, don’t include your face.”
“That’s not a nude,” she said, turning pink.
“No... but enough manipulation, and it could be,” Bellamy's voice softened, “look, guys are dicks. If they want revenge, they'll do stupid shit. You should tell him to delete it in front of you.”
“I don’t think he would-”
“Seriously, Clarke,” as Bellamy gritted through clenched teeth, he was overcome with the need to find this Finn and delete the photo himself, “You don’t want sexy photos of yourself floating around- make him delete it.”
Clarke let out a breath and then murmured softly, “You think its sexy?”
“Um," he said, looking away and feeling warm himself, "well, yeah. I mean, it's a hot chick a bikini- of course that's sexy."
"You think I'm hot?" Clarke asked, this time not at all shy and with a little spark in her eye.
“You know, never mind, you don’t need me to tell you what to do.”
“It’s okay, you just care about me,” she said, a smirk forming on her lips, “and my sexy selfies.”
When Bellamy worked up the courage to look at Clarke, she was looking at him with a coy smile, “he’s not my boyfriend, by the way,” she said, shuffling forward in the line. By now the line had merged onto a metal stair case under the coaster, so there was really not much space between Clarke and Bellamy.
Bellamy let out a little laugh as he looked down at Clarke, “Good, he sounds like a dick... you deserve better.”
A half hour later, they were finally sitting in the rollercoaster. Murphy had gone off somewhere, Raven was complaining that her boyfriend wasn’t coming to the theme park like a he promised, while O was sitting on Clarke’s other side, eagerly awaiting the ride.
Apparently, this rollercoaster was the largest, longest and fastest rollercoaster in the USA now. As Bellamy strapped in, and the bars lowered and locked, he couldn’t help but laugh at what Clarke had said earlier.
Cum Coaster.
Yeah, right.
Like that was even possible.
Turning to Clarke, Bellamy smiled, “you ready?” he teased, Clarke always had a little fear of heights, “or do you need me to hold your hand?”
“I’ll be fine,” she said, but she looked a bit scared.
As the carriage began to travel up the track, Clarke let out a little yelp, and grabbed Bellamy’s hand. He held hers tight, trying to reassure her that he was there- that she was safe.
Bellamy himself looked down and swallowed. He wasn’t exactly afraid of heights, but they weren’t his favorite. Closing his eyes, he felt Clarke’s fingers thread through his own, but didn’t think too much of it. Reaching the peak, Bellamy opened his eyes, to see if Clarke had worked up the courage to keep hers open too.
What he saw took his breath away. There she was- eyes closed, face flushed, and her lip between her teeth. It took Bellamy a moment to notice what was happening, but as his eyes traveled down her body he noticed how her breasts were pressed against the protective bars, and how her hips were moving against the padded bar between her legs.
Her movements were small but grew bolder, as the coaster really took off. before long, her hips were rocking- no, thrusting- and she was clearly getting herself off. On the last set of loops, her hand squeezed tighter, her jaw dropped, and Bellamy heard her let out a loud cry before he let go of her hand and covered her mouth.
Clarke gripped his arm as she rode out her orgasm, her breath hot against Bellamy’s hand. When the ride was over, Bellamy pulled his hand away and looked down, willing his half-hard cock to go back into hiding.
As soon as the bars lifted up, Clarke scrambled off the ride and muttered something about needing to go to the bathroom. No one stopped or questioned her. Bellamy just stared at her, as her slightly shaky legs carried her away from them.