Page 34 of Clover

“And how is that?” I barely remember to speak when she presses herself against my quickly hardening cock. My hands are working over her body now too. How could I not? Feeling the smooth skin of her back and cupping her glorious ass. I have missed this ass. I’ve missed the woman it’s attached to even more. She brings balance to my crazy with her own. Without her, I was off-kilter.

“With drugs and sex, of course.” She pauses, her eyes flicking around my head, then looks back at me. “And butterflies. Can’t you see the butterflies, Nix? They’re so sparkly.”

My hands still around her body as I stare down at her. There’s no way she’s done any drugs. She was so proud of being sober and fighting the urges. Butsparkling butterflies?

“What drugs, Clover?” I ask gently so as not to scare her. She looks back up at me, and I can see her pupils are blown out saucers. She has taken something. But painkillers don’t make people act like this. So, what was it?

“The fun pink and blue ones.Harley.Braxton gave it to me when he had me. Although he cooked it and injected it. Since I would have bitten off his finger if he tried to feed me pills.” She giggles, looking at her fingers while she does, acting like she’s telling me about any other day. Not a man drugging her before raping her.

What the fuck was Harley again? Some sort of special combo the Shaw’s made. Based from rock cocaine and ecstasy, I think. How did she even get it?

“Don’t worry, Mister Worrywart, I only took one. I can’t OD on only one.” She assures me as if it’s no big deal she broke her sobriety. She’s an addict. She shouldn’t haveanydrugs. She’ll just slip back into bad habits. Eventually, ending up right back where she was. I can’t have that. Popping a few pills here and there and snorting some blow on occasion doesn’t bother me in the least. Being an addict and unable to function without getting higher than the space needle, not ok.

“Where did you get the Harley, Clover?”

“In your sock drawer. You should really find a better place to hide your stash.Waytoo obvious.” Another adorable giggle snort. She shouldn’t be so cute to me right now, but I’ve never seen her this free, this unrestrained with her emotions. She always keeps them hidden inside. It took weeks to get her to admit she liked me. If she could learn to use the pills recreationally, maybe she could learn to enjoy them rather than rely on them.

I didn’t even know I had any Harley in my stash. I must have kept a bag from the delivery. It’s a new pill that we’re distributing, and I need to know what we’re selling, for professional reasons, of course. How am I supposed to distribute something that I don’t even know what the fuck it is? I always test or try out new things. At least the recreational shit. I don’t touch heroin or anything like that. Way too many side effects with that nasty garbage. I like my teeth right where they are, thank you very much.

“How do you feel, sweet cheeks?” I ask softly. She doesn’t seem to be tweaking or having a bad reaction. As long as I can keep her from taking anymore, she should be fine.

“I feel tingly. I feeleverything.” She groans as she rubs her hands from my chest all the way down to my cock and back up to my abs. The tree trunk in my shorts pulses in response to her touch seeking more. Her hands on me are fire lighting a very short fuse.

My growl resonates in my chest when I grip her ass and press myself into her.

“Uuhhh.” Her airy moan only stirs my blood to pump faster south. Filling my shaft till it’s throbbing. Her head lulls back at the pressure, and her eyes flutter shut, then open again to practically eye fuck me.

“Clover. Baby. You gotta stop. You know I can’t say no to you.”

“I don’t want you to say no to me. I want you to fly with me.” From her round ample breasts, she produces a pink and blue pill. Holding it out for me. She wants me to take the Harley and fly high with her.

Temptation in the form of a mostly naked Clover holding pills out for me is the exact thing I always enjoyed.Women, drugs, and sex. Clover is different, though. She isn’t a bar bunny or a party girl, and that’s what I like about her. But this Clover is so fucking tempting. I want to take the pill, jump off the ledge and fly with her. I know taking it will feel fucking fantastic, and I’ll be able to go on tomorrow and not give it another thought.

I’ve been around drugs and taking drugs for years. Building up my tolerance and learning control over my use. To me, it’s just another day. To Clover, it’s so much more.

Should I take it, or shouldn’t I? What’s the harm at this point?She’s already high.We’re safe in my home, and I was meaning to test the Harley anyways. Why not test it with her and reap the benefits? I’d never debated so much over taking pills before. In the end, I decide, what the hell? I wrap my lips around her fingers and swallow the pill dry.

Clover giggles and wraps her arms around my neck. Standing on her tippy toes, she reaches up and presses her lips to mine. Needy hungry for my touch. Claiming my mouth as hers, with her lips, her tongue, her teeth. We’re a frenzy of sucking and biting. Clover is climbing me and wrapping her legs around my waist. Grinding her pussy against my cock and driving me out of my fucking mind.

This ginger vixen is my undoing and my salvation. The reason my heart is now an active participant in my life, whereas before, it was just another muscle keeping my body from dying. When I didn’t realize I was already dead. My heart and head never knew so many emotions and feelings even existed. Until her, until Clover. From that very first night and the very first words that came out of that smart mouth, I knew I had neverfeltbefore.

I can tell the moment the Harley kicks in. Every brush of her skin is electricity across my body. Sending shock waves through every nerve ending. Her nipples are hard as diamonds running across my skin. And it sends shivers straight to my balls. Which are tightening, and my cock is thick and heavy in my boxer briefs. The cotton is suddenly scratchy against my sensitive skin, and I want to get out of them. Rub skin to skin with her.

Clover continues to ravage my mouth with her tongue, seeking more and more. Demanding reciprocation. She pulls back to breathe, and I see her through the eyes of the Harley. Everything is in technicolor when before I only saw it in black and white. Her hair is like fire, red hot and streaming around her bare shoulders. Blue eyes like spotlights shining on mine. Desire and need glistening in them. In this room, she is the Phoenix, not me, rising from the ashes in a burning flame. Returning to life even after being stomped on and put out, nothing can keep her down. It’s her flame that brings me to life.

“You feel like fucking heaven.” She moans while rocking her hips against my overly sensitive cock. Sending shock waves of pure fucking bliss across my flesh and deep into my muscles. My cock throbs and pulses against her, and I need to remove the barrier and slide inside her velvet channel before I come in my pants. Her heat calls to me, begging me to be part of her. To connect us in the way we both need.

“Fuck I want to feel your sweet pussy around my cock. I want to feel every inch of your skin.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She nods and then unlatches her legs from my torso, sliding down to the ground. A chill runs up my spine and the absence of her heat. My Clover, my girl, is staring at me with so much heat I think she might be able to melt my underwear off with her gaze.

For a moment, I stand and watch her. Feeling my blood boil and my body flush. Sensitive to every brush of fabric and fingers. I need to feel her again, but she’s backing away from me. Beckoning me with her swaying hips and come-hither look.

“Where are you going, little chipmunk?” Biting her bottom lip, she reaches around her back and unclasps her bra, letting it drop to the floor. Releasing those glorious globes, they bounce softly when released from their lace prison, and I groan. I can all but taste her perky hard pink nipples.

“It’s really hot in here. I think we should open a window.” Then she’s at the door leading to my balcony and opening it. I should probably care if there’re people outside who might see her, but I don’t really give a fuck right now. Besides, my nearest neighbor is like a whole football field away. I own a big chunk of property. So, when she steps out onto the balcony sliding her panties down her thighs, I follow suit, removing my annoying undergarments and leaving them on the floor. My thick cock springing free and stands at full attention. Tapping against my stomach in the mother of all hardons. I have to cup my balls just to relieve the pressure building in them.

Meeting her outside, she’s right. It was hot. It’s much nicer out here. The cool night breeze brushes against my skin, sending goosebumps over every exposed inch of me, and it’s as satisfying as if Clover had told me she is mine forever. I feel it everywhere and in every pore. I could get off standing here in the breeze. I can feel my cock getting impossibly harder, if that’s even possible, and a pressing need to fuck, to slide inside her tight pussy and make her scream my name overtakes me.

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