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Bellamy knows from the moment he walks in that he's screwed, he can tell from the way Raven sits in the booth with her fingers drumming along his laptop, and the way her eyes light up when she sees him. He spots a couple of their friends at the bar and diverts himself there first.
"Hey." He can hear the tension in his own voice as he drops his elbows onto the bar beside Monty.
"Alright?" Monty asks him, stepping back slightly so as to include Clarke as well who is on Monty's other side.
"I need a drink." He declares, trying to catch the bar man's eye. "Why is it so busy?"
"Here, have some of mine." Clarke slides her bottle across the bar to him, normally he'd decline but he glances over and sees Raven's grin and accepts a few gulps of the beer. "Work?"
"For once, no. Raven." He admits, pushing the bottle back across Monty, who passes it further to Clarke. Monty waves his hands in a 'go on' way. "I accepted her offer to try and sort my laptop, it's been crappy lately." He rolls his eyes at Clarke and Monty's mirrored 'so what' expression. "And now she looks all sinister so I'm guessing she found something I'd rather she hadn't."
"What like, nudes?" Monty asks, Bellamy shrugs and Clarke laughs.
"Didn't you two bang once?" She asks and Belammy huffs.
"Okay, more my internet history. You wouldn't get it, Princess." Monty glances at Clarke and raises his glass to his lips.
"No of course, as you tell me... I'm as vanilla as they come. Right Monty?" The blonde beams and claps Monty on the shoulder.
"Don't get me involved." He laughs and heads back in the direction of their friends.
"I'm not a monster." Bellamy clarifies after a beat of silence and another failed attempt at signalling the barman.
"Oh?" Clarke questions, turning towards him slightly. "Just some dubious search history."
"Hardly." He says quickly. Then sighs. "I don't know. Not stuff I'd actually do myself, just good to watch I guess." He can feel the colour rising in his cheeks. Thankful when he can finally order himself a drink and one for Clarke.
"Bellamy Blake, as I live and breathe, embarrassed sexually. Never would I dream it." He knows Clarke is winding him up but he can't help it. She laughs as she heads back to the table.
It's only a minute before Bellamy follows her, sitting opposite Clarke and beside Murphy. He deposits Clarke's beer in front of her and she smiles briefly.
It takes a solid seven minutes before Raven clears her throat, sliding the laptop across the bar table to Bellamy. He murmurs a thanks. Then it's another minute.
"You do know incognito... Isn't actually, Blake?" Raven sings at him and he takes a long drink, attempts an unbothered shrug. "For a moment I thought it was going to be a boring fix, but the whole creampie, dp, gangbang searches definitely gave me a pleasant surprise!" The table falls quiet.
Bellamy stares at his laptop.
"Jesus, Bell." Octavia whines from the end. "Did you really think Ray wouldn't find it and tell everyone?" He manages a shrug.
"Hey, at least it wasn't sister-brother." Murphy declares, causing squeals of horror. Bellamy grimaces but recognises an out when he sees one. If he caches Clarke's eye a few times more than normal then oh well, they are opposite each other.
Eventually it's Murphy who encourages him outside under the guise of smoking, Bellamy barely smokes though agreed with Murphy that he certainly needed one tonight. They don't talk much as they lean on the brick wall watching a few cars drive past.
"So," The word sounds loaded and for a moment Bellamy's brain races with potential sentences. "Interesting search history." It's not that Bellamy expected no one to bring it up, of all people he figured Murphy certainly would, but the tone of his voice makes Bellamy narrow his eyes. "I mean threesome sure, but gangbang... Wouldn't put you down for that. It's kind of... Brutal."
"Yeah." Bellamy shrugs, he can't manage more.
"Is it just a kind of fantasy thing then or have you ever?" Murphy asks, lighting a second cigarette immediately after tossing the first one aside.
"I don't know, I mean I haven't but..." He trails off.
"And if the opportunity were to... Present itself?" Murphy is steadfastly focusing on the road in front of them as Bellamy glances at him.
"Murphy, are you telling me you could get me into a gangbang?" He asks incredulously.
"Jesus it's not a club. I'm saying I may have an invitation for you but it's low key." He finally meets Bellamy's eyes. "Look, there's a few of us that meet up. It's planned and has to be totally safe, testing and all that before and after. But it's not for outsiders yknow, it's just people we trust." Bellamy has to process this for a minute.
"By us, you mean... Our friends..." Murphy nods. "I don't want to ask but I wi-"
"It's not O, don't worry." Murphy jumps in and Bellamy releases the shaky breath. "If you're serious then we can add you to the chat, but honestly Blake... It's a trust circle. We know, partners know... That's about it." Murphy flicks the butt to the floor and pulls his phone out. "No expectation to join, just a promise you won't spread shit." he waves his phone at Bellamy who blinks a few times then nods.
He waits a moment while Murphy taps on his phone. He feels his own buzz in his pocket.
"Who'd have thought you'd be schooling me, Murphy." Bellamy laughs and Murphy grins at him, returning his phone to his pocket.
"Oh, I think you're going to be in for a shock, buddy." Murphy heads to the door, stops then grins at Bellamy. "Better check the group participants."
Bellamy let's the door swing closed after Murphy before pulling out his phone. The first message tells him he's been added to "Takes plenty to tango", the second message tells him someone has put a message in the chat, he clicks.
Miller: Don't beat me up, Bellamy.
Bellamy can feel his jaw drop as he reads Miller's name.
Linc: I second that one. John made it clear partners are aware and consent right?
Bellamy's jaw drops further, his sister let's her fiancé take part in gang bangs... With their friends. He quickly clicks through to the particpants:
Murphy, Miller, Linc, Monty, Jasper, Clarke, Roan, Finnagin, Wells, Bellamy.
It takes him a minute before his eyes click back to Clarke's name. Clarke being the only girl in the group. Fuck.
Wells: Is he okay? Do one of you need to check on him?
Clarke: he's probably recovering from telling me 30mins ago that I wouldn't 'get' his search history.
The chat then fills with laughing emojis. He clears his throat. Starts typing.
Finnagin: I feel like after the mention of beatings it'd be good for me to clarify that this is a safe place of pure sex... No grudges...
Clarke: just to clarify, if you didn't have such a good dick we'd have banned you.
Miller: it is the only reason.
Bellamy: I mean, I have a million questions...
Jasper: Yes, we fuck Clarke. No we don't fuck each other. We each pay for a private full screening before a session, then after. No we don't use condoms (unless you choose to). We don't talk about it in person unless it's during the session. Don't tell people. You choose how active you get during. The safe word is 'alarm'. Yes it has been used before. We normally go to Clarke's but have met up elsewhere before.
Bellamy reads the message from Jasper, it starts to feel real and he can feel a rush of blood to his groin.
Roan: yes I have a huge dick.
Miller: very true.
Bellamy locks his phone and pushes it into his pocket, he takes a few deep breaths then slips back into the bar. Reclaiming his seat. It takes a minute before he looks up and catches Clarke's eye. If he thought Raven looked sinister before, then god help him with Clarke's look now.
Murphy slides a shot across to him and Bellamy gulps it down.
He felt like an idiot at first when he asked if he and Miller could travel together. Miller's response of 'sure' eased his nerves slightly but when Miller eventually pulls up and Bellamy climbs in his truck, it hits him again.
"You look like you're going to puke." Miller informs him, Bellamy gives him the middle finger. "Look, the first time is always terrifying but just get in the moment. The main thing really is... As long as Clarke is happy then do what you want." Bellamy nods, he'd considered that.
"I just, it's all new isn't it. Talk me through it." Bellamy closes his eyes.
"We go in, if you want to drink then drink... It's mine and Wells' turn not to tonight. We normally put a bit of porn on while we sit and drink or talk, then someone can't cope anymore and we strip and then... Yknow." Bellamy nods. Miller clears his throat." Just have a few drinks, watch the porn, watch Clarke and get involved if you want. Sometimes Finn just watches. Sometimes Wells just fucks Clarke's mouth. You just do what you want.. As long as Clarke's happy."
"I don't think I need porn." Bellamy admits, glancing down at his bulge. Miller laughs.
"Dont worry about it, Roan is normally there already having been dry humping Clarke."
"What?" Bellamy whips his head to Miller, who shrugs.
"Well we have a rule, you can't do anything before everyone arrives but he normally stays at hers so they get into it before." Miller pulls into a parking bay nd shuts the engine. "Besides it gets Clarke turned on so win win for us."
Bellamy nods, as Miller drops out of the truck Bellamy takes another look at the obvious tent under his jeans before hopping out and trailing after Miller.
Miller knows the main door code, he knows the code for the elevator and when they travel up and along to Clarke's door he knocks.
Finn opens it, and Bellamy can't help his jaw tensing, his erection subsiding at seeing the twat.
"Hey, Wells brought some posh vodka from wherever he was that he can't tell us." Finn disappears into the flat and Miller follows, holding the door open for Bellamy.
He's been in Clarke's flat before, a few times he supposes but it looks very different with the lights low, a table of booze, porn on her huge telly playing without sound, and Clarke on her couch with Monty, Jasper, Roan, Finn, Wells, Murphy and now Miller and Bellamy in the flat with her.
She glances over her shoulder and gives Miller and Bellamy a single hand wave, then gestures to the booze before continuing her conversation with Roan.
Bellamy can't help his eyes dropping to where Roan is very clear rock hard in his jeans, the outline running down the inside of his thigh.
Miller pours him a drink and Bellamy drinks it down greedily. They all settle on the couch, Bellamy choosing a safe seat beside Finn.
"Boys," Clarke murmurs, Bellamy looks to her. She has leaned back on the sofa now, her hand slipping into her jeans to mirror Roan and Wells on either side of her, as Finn grabs the remote and hits the unmute button.
The sounds of wet cocks being rubbed fills the room, and Bellamy hears the immediate hiss around him. It's a relatively simplistic video, the men surround the blonde as she lays on the table, they rub themselves until one of them deems himself prepared and steps up to sink into her pussy. Bellamy can just hear the male grunts around him over the moan the girl on the screen releases.
A couple of minutes pass and Bellamy can feel his temple pulse with the strain of trying to contain himself, unable to abstain he rubs his hand over his jeans.
"There we go," Roan laughs. "I thought he'd never cave." Bellamy looks from the screen to where Roan rises from the sofa. The others mirror him. Clarke smiles at Bellamy and looks pointedly at his hand over his cock with raised eyes. He looks around him and sees the guys have all start to strip their jeans.
Roan and Finn are down to their boxers, moving over to the booze table to clear it of bottles and glasses.
Bellamy unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down his hips. He catches Clarke whip her top over her head and his eyes latch onto the bright red lace bra she is wearing.
"Fuck, Clarke." Jasper swears and she laughs. Her jeans go next and reveal she is pantiless.
"Come on baby." Roan calls to Clarke and she walks past Bellamy to go round to the table where Roan is standing. He drops his boxers just as Clarke gets to him and she drops to her knees.
The sight of Clarke's mouth around Roan's cock makes Bellamy grip his cock tightly, Roan is certainly bigger than Bellamy... But not by far. Roan grips her head tightly and bucks into her face roughly until she gags, she stands up and then Jasper is behind her.
His hands grip her waist as he pulls her backwards to grind down on his cock as he stands naked. He guides her to the corner of the table and pushes at her shoulder blades until she bends over it, Clarke's arse up in the air.
Bellamy doesn't know where to look then, Jasper drops to his knees and drags his mouth over Clarke's pussy as she moans, then Finn is leaning under Clarke and sucking her tits, she grips the back of his hair, her hips bucking into Jasper's face. Then Monty rounds the table to where Clarke's face is, his cock is in his hand as he drags it across her cheek until she turns her head to swallow him down. Bellamy fumbles desperately to rid himself of his clothes then moves a little closer in time to see Clarke turn onto her back.
From this position he can see Jasper thrusting his tongue into her pussy and also see Clarke's hand has reached out to tug at Murphy's cock.
Bellamy's hand works hard on his own cock, his eyes running all over Clarke, watching as Finn straightens and begins dragging the head of his cock over Clarke's nipples.
Jasper rises and Bellamy watches enraptured as he rubs his cock a few times then lines himself up to push into her. There's a little resistance and he pulls out a couple of times before getting deep enough for Clarke to moan and subsequently splutter around Monty's cock.
Bellamy can't take his eyes off where Jasper is thrusting into Clarke, her foot hooked on the edge of the table as Jasper pushes at her knees to open her wider. He watches as Jasper slips out of her with a grunt but uses the opportunity to rub and grind his cock over her pussy and clit.
"Move over, Jas." Wells' voice is barely more than a rumble as he takes Jasper's position. His cock is a little longer that Jasper's and much thicker. He bends down to lick at Clarke's pussy, her moan making Bellamy's grip on his own cock tighten. Wells straightens and uses one hand to steady his cock and the other to spread Clarke open, he pushes in and Bellamy watches fixated as her pussy slowly stretches then closes around the head of Wells' cock.
Clarke's hand flies out then and pushes on Wells' dark stomach, there's an obscene wet pop as she pulls from the cock in her mouth and pants.
"Fuck, get lube." She says and Bellamy's eyes draw over her body to where her face is wincing slightly when Wells pulls back out.
"Always too big for you baby." Finn grins dropping his face to mouth at her neck, she holds his head to her slightly and her eyes meet Bellamy's over Finn's back. She smiles at him and Bellamy forces a smile back, still stuck as if in a surreal world. Clarke's smile is disrupted then as her jaw drops open and she moans loudly, his eyes draw back to where Wells is now pressed half into Clarke, handing the lube to Roan who uses some on his own cock before putting it on the counter behind him. It takes one more pulling out before Wells thrusts further into her and Clarke releases another cry, which in turn makes Monty swear. Bellamy glances back to see him pressing Clarke's head down and leaning over her to push his cock down her throat with his balls hanging over her nose. A quick check confirms that Monty has climbed onto a chair.
It doesn't take long before Wells has built his hips up into a steady rhythm that is causing Clarke's tits to bounce and sway wildly. Bellamy feels himself swear, embarrassed he looks around but confirms every other guy is also staring at them. It's Jasper that breaks down, coming closer and using both hands to squeeze her tits, Clarke moans around Monty's cock. Jasper leans down and Bellamy watches as he drags his teeth across one of her nipples, the action causes her legs to clench around Wells who swears. He grips her ankles and push them over each shoulder, changing the angle and gracing the room with the new slapping sound of his balls on her arse.
"Fuck, that sound." Roan moans and grabs Clarke's hand to bring to his cock, her hand is clumsy but skilled and pulls and twists on him. There's an agreement around the room over how hot the sound is and then Jasper climbs onto the table with Clarke. He carefully swings a leg over her stomach and straddles her torso. Bellamy is enraptured when both Finn and Roan lean over her and spit onto her tits before Jasper positions his cock between them then presses her tits around his cock and starts thrusting.
The image makes Bellamy dizzy for a moment, Jasper's cock thrusting through her tits and poke through the other side repeatedly, so close to where Monty's cock is sliding down and teasing her throat.
Wells swears and slowly removes Clarke's legs from his shoulders, returning her feet to the table before stepping back and going back to using his hand on his cock. Miller takes this opportunity to slip between her legs, there's little fanfare with Miller. He pushes his cock into Clarke and immediately starts a punishing pace that has her crying out and choking on Monty's cock, it's not lost on Bellamy that Miller's eyes flick between where he is disappearing into Clarke and to where Jasper's arse is slightly spread just in front of him.
Bellamy feels himself step closer until he is stood just to the side of where Jasper's cock is fucking Clarke's tits, Murphy having stepped back and sat on a chair. Bellamy's eyes swap between watching Jasper fuck her tits and watching as Monty repeatedly fucks her mouth, a small hand appears and clasps Bellamy's wrist. Clarke guides his hand to one of her tits and for a second she directs him with rough squeezing, before she pulls her hand away to reach out to him tentatively. His cock jumps when she gets close and he releases a hiss of pleasure when she wraps around him, rubbing her palm over his head, spreading the precum down his shaft.
"Shit, Roan has competition." Jasper laughs, looking at Bellamy's cock, this makes Clarke moan, or maybe its Miller spreading her legs further.
"Fuck Clarke, I'm going to cum." Monty moans and she releases both Bellamy and Roan to reach under to grip Monty's balls. He cries out and pushes hard, Bellamy sees white hot pleasure as he sees the tip of Monty's cock press down her throat. Jasper sees it too and reaches out, one hand gently laying over it and adding enough pressure that Monty yelps in pleasure. Bellamy can hardly breathe as he watches Clarke's throat swell as she swallow Monty's cum. Jasper has slowed his own thrusting and eventually stops to climb off Clarke.
Monty withdraws from Clarke slowly though she still splutters, she reaches hands out and Bellamy and Roan help her to lean up on her elbows, she smiles at them then looks down to where Miller has his head thrown back, his hands so tight on Clarke's thighs that Bellamy thinks he can already see bruises.
Bellamy nearly jumps in fright when he suddenly feels Clarke's hand back on his cock, this time her face leaning towards him. She glances up at him and Bellamy nods, his hand threading into her hair to guide her down on his cock. He always assumed she'd be a slow starter but he releases a low moan when she sucks halfway down his cock immediately. He opens eyes he hadn't realised he'd closed to see Jasper jerking himself roughly over her stomach as he cums in long white dribbles. While also slipping a hand between her legs and rubbing at her clit. The effect has her moaning heavily and Miller then thrusts deep and stills. He pulls out quickly and steps away but the place is quickly filled by Finn.
He must pay some attention to the cum looking out of her pussy before he pulls at her thigh. She releases Bellamy's cock from her mouth then sits up slightly to roll over, there's a slight moan from her lips and Bellamy can't help the hand that slips out to caress the back of her head.
"Bellamy, get up there." Roan tells him gesturing to the table in front of Clarke. She's down on her elbows slightly with her arse up in the air and Finn standing on a chair as he seems to push back into Clarke though from this angle Bellamy isn't sure. Clarke smiles at him and he awkwardly slips onto the table, Roan pulls his shoulders from behind and he leans back on his elbows.
Clarke returns to sucking Bellamy's cock, the angle unusual where she leans over his hip but it gives her excellent access to reach a hand out to gather his impossibly tight balls in her hand and roll them around. Bellamy's head knocks back in delight as he zones in on the feeling of Clarke's hand on his balls and her mouth repeatedly sucking up and down on his cock, occasionally pushing past halfway with a splutter.
His eyes open to the sound of smacking and he focuses on Finn slapping Clarke's arse as she jerks her hips up and down where Finn has stooped beneath her slightly.
"Lube." Finn hisses and Roan gladly stops fucking his hand to pass it to him. Bellamy and Roan both watch as Finn squeezes it liberally and he adjusts his position. Clarke pulls off Bellamy's cock with a cry and from Finn's fluttering eye lids Bellamy assumes he must be pushing into her arse hole. Clarke drops her forehead down onto Bellamy's thigh as she pants, Finn's hips working in and out, and Bellamy runs a hand down Clarke's back to pull at an arse cheek. Roan rounds the table and pulls at her other arse cheek until she is spread wide open, crying out as Finn grips his own hair with both hands and begins forcefully fucking her arse.
"Shit, Bell get on your knees." Clarke moans and the shortened name has his cock jumping. He does as he's told and then Clarke wraps her mouth round him again sucking tightly and using the force of Finn fucking her to move her head on Bellamy's cock. It takes an incredibly hard clench of Bellamy's jaw not to cum when he watches Roan use both hands to spread Clarke allowing him to see as Finn's cock fucks into her arse hole then retreats over and over. Bellamy grips Clarke's head in his hands and times when Finn thrusts deep moaning to when Bellamy pushes his cock into her throat. He feels it hit the back and then push down, Clarke actively trying to relax her throat as he pushes down into her. He thinks he could cum there and then until Murphy appears.
"I don't know about anyone else but I'm really seeing Clarke getting dp'd by Roan and Blake." Murphy suggests, his hand moving slowly up and down his cock. Finn retreats from Clarke's arse and he agrees that's certainly a good idea.
"Babe?" Roan questions as Clarke let's Bellamy's cock slip from her throat and mouth as he sits back on his heels. The thought of fucking her making his stomach taut, let alone the idea of Roan being inside her too. He runs through a quick list of turn offs to calm himself slightly.
"God help me." Clarke laughs, as she kneels up there's a plop as cum drops from her onto the table between her legs. "Lots of lube please, and let me get used to your cocks individually first." Roan grabs the lube and makes a move to the sofa where Monty, Miller, and Jasper are laid out, rubbing their half hard erections. "Obviously, as long as you consent, Bellamy?" Clarke pauses and looks at him, Bellamy can't help his eyes dropping down her body to where Jasper's cum is drying on her stomach and then down to the table where a steady pool has gathered.
"Fuck, yes." He whispers hoarsely, slipping off the table and helping her down, she winces a lot with the movement. She heads over to the sofa and kneels on it, her elbows on the back as Murphy moves over to her face pulling her mouth onto him roughly.
"Be my guest." Roan murmurs as Bellamy stands beside him staring at Clarke's red pussy and arse. He passes him the lube and Bellamy squirts a pile onto his hand then dribbles more down the crack of her arse to watch as it slips down to her pussy.
"Where do you want me?" He asks as he runs his fingers through the mix of cum and lube between her legs while spreading the lube on his hand over his cock. Clarke pulls off Murphy and glances over her shoulder to look at his cock.
"Both. Definitely both." She moans and then turns back to Murphy.
Bellamy steps up and as if telling him where to start his cock lines up perfectly with her pussy, he pushes the head through her folds and up her arse crack a few times before guiding the head between her lips. The head slips in easily, earning a louder moan from him than her.
"Go hard." Wells pipes up from where he is watching. "She loves it."
Bellamy takes a second, mostly to compose himself before he grips both her hips in his hand and does as Wells said. He fucks into her roughly, hardly giving her time to cry out before he's pulling back and doing it again and again. He glances up briefly to see she has dropped her head to the sofa, before he becomes transfixed on where his cock disappears into her pussy. It makes a sinful sound with all the lube and cum as he gets harder and faster until he feels a sweat break out on his chest.
He has to slow himself down or he knows he won't last, as his hips slow he pushes two fingers into her arse hole and she keens again, pushing back to him for more. Bellamy knows when he's being directed so he pulls his cock out of her pussy and replaces his fingers with it. Theres more resistance and he goes slower, only to cry out when Clarke fucks back onto him. Her hands gripping Murphy's for leverage, her head pressed into his chest. Bellamy dips a hand under her hips and finds her clit easily, it's hard to get any friction with the liquid there but she apparently doesn't need much and she cries out and her body shakes.
Bellamy has to pull out only a few seconds later before he explodes, he drops to the sofa beside Miller and watches as Roan quickly takes his position. There's nothing gentle about Roan, he plunges into Clarke repeatedly. At one point alternating his thrusts into her pussy and arse hole. The sounds Clarke makes has Bellamy's eyes rolling.
"How long you gonna last?" Miller asks him and Bellamy lets out a nervous laugh.
"I'm surprised I haven't blown yet." He admits which has everyone chuckling, even Clarke as she orgasms again to Roan dragging his cock over her clit. "Don't you guys feel left out just sitting there?" He asks and glances at them.
"Nah, I take the time to enjoy their cocks if I'm honest." Jasper admits and Monty and Miller agree with an obviously nervous chuckle.
"Could always give each other a helping hand." Murphy suggests, his hands are caressing the back of Clarke head where she is resting against his torso, Roan having pulled out and headed to the kitchen for a drink.
"Well, it's er, not in our rules." Miller murmurs, a blush showing on his dark skin.
"I mean if we all consent what's the issue. Obviously if you've got a partner then that'd need checking." Wells shrugs, stepping behind Miller. "But with no partner..." his hands drop to Miller's shoulders and Miller clearly keens.
"Does anyone object to guy on guy action?" Roan questions and the beat of silence answers itself. Bellamy watches as Wells' hands slip down Miller's body and his right hand cups his slowly hardening cock. Miller swears and Bellamy's cock jumps at the sound. Monty moans and swears about next time, Jasper whines rubbing his cock tightly and watching Wells pull at Miller's .
Bellamy is glancing over at Clarke who is settling straddled onto Murphy's lap as he caresses her back, his thighs and hips lifting up into her slowly, when he catches sight of Roan watching him. He sees the question there and Bellamy answers by looking down at Roan's cock and wrapping a hand around his own. Roan is on him quickly, dropping to his knees between Bellamy's legs. He licks a long stripe up the underneath of Bellamy's cock before circling his tongue around the head.
"Well colour me surprised." He hears Murphy and shrugs. "You're bi?"
"You never asked." Bellamy counters and Bellamy hears the guffaw beside him. Roans mouth wraps around him then and sucks heavily, Bellamy's head knocking back in the sofa.
"Hold up, I have to know." Murphy continues, his hips no longer pushing into Clarke who is now watching between the guys enraptured. "Have you and Miller...?" Bellamy doesn't need to answer before Miller flushes a dark red and Murphy laughs loudly.
Bellamy grins but easily becomes distracted when Clarke rises from Murphy, her eyes centred on Bellamy as she moves over and pulls at Roan's shoulder who releases Bellamy and moves away. Clarke straddles Bellamy and grips his cock in one hand, and pushes down. His cock stretches her but she settles down on him with a moan into his neck. He slides down to the side and Clarke moves with him until they're reclined and he watches Roan climb onto the sofa behind her.
Bellamy loses focus for a moment as Roan pushes his cock down over Bellamy's balls, he hears the guys moan at this and he raises his eyebrows at Roan. Then he feels the increasing pressure and tightness around his cock as he pushes into Clarke's arse. Its not as smooth and takes many thrusts and angle changes before Clarke nods between them between hisses. Roan moves first, his hips moving slowly but deep, pulling out halfway before driving back in. Then Bellamy begins fucking up into Clarke, he doesn't retreat as much but moves faster and very soon Clarke is whimpering in his neck and clawing at his chest.
Bellamy can feel his legs start to tingle and he cries out, but Roan beats him to it. Fucking hard and fast suddenly and flattening them all together. Bellamy hears the guys swear and hears their hands on their cocks, then feels the slight trickle over his cock and balls from what must be Roan's cum before Roan disappears. Bellamy can't hold on anymore and grips Clarke's now free arse and pushes her roughly onto him as he cums.
It takes them a minute to recover and when he does Clarke barely manages to roll to his side.
"Holy fuck." She murmurs and Bellamy laughs, tipping up his head to watch as Wells kneels between Miller's legs and fucks his cock against him, Miller gripping their two cocks together. The cum mixes between them onto Miller's stomach and Bellamy's not sure whether Monty and Jasper cum again at the sight. Finn only has eyes for the cumming leaking out of Clarke in waves as she breathes and tenses.
"Well, I have to say. That may be the hottest one yet." Murphy laughs from somewhere behind Bellamy.
"I'm so calling in sick tomorrow. I can't feel my legs." Clarke half whines, half moans.