Clint’s body was so enormous compared to mine that I had to fully tilt my head back to look up at him. And I had to tilt up because I physically could not take my gaze off of his.

Those sexy aquamarines were now deeper than the darkest colored denim. He looked feral. And I couldn’t be more turned on if I tried.

The wine was making me heady, making each sensation feel even better so that my usually sensitive clit was now throbbing like there was a heartbeat emanating from it.

"Well, are you going to just stare at me, or are you going to fuck me?" I taunted him. I wanted to see what Clint was like between the sheets when I ruffled his feathers.

Not even a nanosecond passed before he crushed his lips onto mine, the mix of red wine and pure male was a delicious taste in my mouth. He ran his tongue along the inside of my mouth, stroking and lapping at the already raging fire between my legs. His slipped his hands into the large arm holes of my muscle tank, pinching and rolling my nipples.

Clint brushed the hard buds with the blunt tips of his fingers, sending shivers down my spine until I felt wetness coat my panties. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, kissing me with a roughness I hadn’t experienced from his yet. At the same time, he pulled not so gently on my heated nipples until I felt the wire coiling tightly in my heat snap.

And with just him kissing me and kneading my hard buds, I was coming. I was so surprised I think I actually laughed as the orgasm ripped through my body, leaving me weak kneed and blissed out.

Clint leveled his eyes, full of amusement and ego, to mine. "Did I just make you come?"

The pride in his voice made me snort. "Don't brag about it or anything. So you're good with your hands. We knew this already Mr. Catcher." I lifted my shirt up over my head before scampering over to the mattress on the floor. "But I want you to show me again how you use that thing in your pants."

I began to wiggle out of my sweatpants, a pair picked up from some ex-fling or another. Clint stood, immobile, as I got naked by myself. I let him watch for a minute.

"Are you going to stop drooling and come over here to do something about it?"

In a flash he was pulling off his clothes, whipping it so hard that his shirt nearly knocked over the neon lava lamp I had perched on my dresser. I watched in delight as he fisted himself in his hand when he was finally naked.

His dick was really one of the prettiest I'd ever seen. Just as long as it should be, but not overkill, and the perfect girth. It was unmarked, no circumcision scar like some guys had. He was already impossibly hard, and his tip was so red it was almost purple, and I couldn't fathom how it wasn't painful.

"Condoms?" Clint broke me from my cock admiring spell.

"Top drawer of the desk."

I admired his shapely buns as he turned and retrieved them. Clint has the nicest male ass I'd ever seen. I wanted to do dirty, dirty things to that ass. But...maybe that would come later. If he let me.

As his knees sank into the mattress, I reached for that gorgeous dick, but he swatted my hand away.

"Get on your hands and knees."

His demand, in that deep growl of a voice, sent a shiver of elicit thrill up my spine. I could get used to dominant Clint.

Doing as he had said, I flipped over and got on my hands and knees. I loved this position, and couldn't wait to show him all of the benefits it provided. I heard the plastic snap as he rolled the condom all the way on, and then I felt his warm, giant frame shield over my own.

"I've always wanted to try this." He leaned over me until his front was flush to my back. And then I could feel him, there, pushing so good through my wet folds.

"Mmm..." We both sighed at the same time as he sank into me.

Clint held there, and I could feel his heart beating a wild rhythm against my back. I arched just enough to pull him in deeper, and he groaned. I felt his hot breath on my ear as he began to pull out and push back in at a slow and tantric pace.

"Oh my god!" I felt a goosebumps explode on my skin when Clint leaned even further onto me and bit my earlobe, sending tingles scattering through my pores.

"So you like that..." Clint grumbled as he picked up speed. I could feel us both getting frantic now, working our bodies so that they slapped against each other at the perfect time. "What else do you like?"

I could barely breath, much less tell him what I needed. He was giving it to me.

"Don't stop." Stars were beginning to implode in front of my eyes, and I groaned loudly when he sat up on his knees and grabbed my hips. His grip was not gentle, and I freakin' loved it.

"Come on, Kelsey." Clint snarled. And then I was. Hot and fast and epicly.

"Fuck!" It was a harsh shout that left Clint's lips before he stilled and I felt his whole body go lax.

Jesus. We'd damn near mauled each other. My body was spent after two orgasms, and yet I wasn't pushing Clint out of my door. Usually I was wishing the guy would disappear into thin air before the condom even came off. But oddly, it felt nice to still have his body wrapped around mine. What the hell was going on?

"We are getting good at this." I laughed as we flopped down next to each other.

"Shit. Who knew a thing called doggy-style could be so fucking sexy." Clint stared up at the ceiling, one hand on what I could only imagine was his rapidly beating heart, the other thrown over my thigh.

A loud pounding on the door startled both of us.

"If you two are done making a fucking porno in there, could you turn that goddamn shitty music down? Some of us are actually trying to relax." Parker yelled through the closed door.

It was then I noticed that my rap mix was still blaring through my speakers.

"I think that guy needs to get laid." Clint snorted.

I couldn't do anything but dissolve into a fit of giggles.