Skin Tight
Summary: Letty has been summoned. By who? She should have known. Dom needs to hear her say something, will she agree to it? Takes place after FF5.
Rating: M, or course
He watched from a balcony of an estate in the middle of nowhere as a cloud of dust picked up, signaling someone was on their way.
He sat forward on his haunches, waiting for his guest to get nearer to the destination.
He realized she rode a motorcycle, something he'd never seen her do before, but realized he was immediately turned on by the thought of her straddling the seat, her knees squeezing it tight between her legs.
He stifled his desire, roaring ferociously underneath his skin.
He watched as she arrived into his (their) courtyard, pulling off a dusty cowboy hat and putting the Harley on a kick stand. As she unzipped the leather jacket, he realized she bore nothing underneath accept a demi bra, allowing him a bird's eye view of some of her feminine charms.
He reached to his own crotch, 'adjusting' himself as his erection continued to push into the front of his jeans.
Her hair, a mess of curls, waves and a touch of style from the blowing wind, sat above her shoulders in voluminous disarray.
As she leaned forward slightly to give herself leverage, he watched as she brought one leg up in a perfect arch in order to dismount her saddle and stand on her feet.
When he realized she'd opted for a pair of skintight leather pants, he almost blew a load watching the leather strained against her hips and ass, encasing her nether regions in a second skin.
He tore his eyes away from her so that he could turn and walk quietly down his own steps to meet her, and get this started.
As he rounded the corner, he groaned inwardly as he caught her leaning her back casually against an old wooden fence, looking at something on her boot, which was hiked up onto her bike.
"There's always been something about you, Letty, that even after all these years, I'm a smitten man." His voice purred, as she looked up at him, a shocked expression, quickly replaced by a smirk.
"I know you're gonna bitch at me. I know I'm gonna have to grovel to call you mine again. I know you're gonna fight me to give me an explanation on where you've been the last 4 years. But tonight, can we just pretend we don't have shit to fix." He began, halting all beginnings of a Dom and Letty Cold War.
She stood there, looking at him, and damn if he wasn't still gorgeous, predatory and big.
Her heart thumped in her chest, because she knew it was wrong to give in to him the way he wanted her to, but as her arousal began to peak just staring at him, she threw common sense out of the window, and opted for satisfying the flesh instead.
She didn't answer him, instead she settled her foot on the ground and her hands went to the zipper on her pants.
She slid it down achingly slow, and watched as his eyes followed.
'Still the same ol' Dom. Thinking with your other 'head'.'
When the zipper was all the way down, she shimmied out of the leather to reveal cool tanned skin, kicking her shoes off into the grass as she stepped out of the garment.
Standing there in her tiny lace panties, bra, and leather jacket, she allowed him to ogle her a few seconds more before her eyebrow arched.
"So are we gonna do this the hard way, or the harder way?" She asked nonchalantly.
The ravenous possessiveness in his gaze was almost her undoing, and when he approached her with three long strides, she muttered, 'fuck it' before his massive arm was wrapped around her, and his mouth was on hers, taking what he wanted from her.
His hand wandered down her backside in pure ownership as he squeezed her flesh, grinding her into him.
Letty pulled back teasingly as he tried to put his tongue in her mouth, smiling against his lips as his face chased hers, trying to reconnect.
"We'll start off harder, then." He concluded, spinning her quickly, locking his hand around her neck as her back connected to his front.
Holding her to him, his mouth went to her ear and neck, alternating between kissing, sucking and nuzzling.
His other hand slipped into the front of her panties, a finger plunging into her hot, silky depths as she mewled in pleasure.
"I'm gonna fuck you hard, Letty. Tell me if you want me to stop." He advised, causing her to grind back into him, his hand still around her neck.
"You know better than that, Papa. You tell me if you need a break." She moaned, allowing him to hoist her against him as he walked quickly back up the stairs he'd come from.
Once on his terrace, he shoved her front into the white wall, her hands going to the grout to steady herself as she rested her cheek there.
She closed her eyes in delicious anticipation as she felt him force her to arch her back, giving him the dip as placement for his hands. She felt him grind himself into her ass, his thick penis making her wetter than she could bear.
She ground back into him, encouraging him to feel just as crazy as he was making her feel.
He stopped, long enough for her to hear the sounds of his belt coming undone and hear him shoving his pants down his hips.
As he stepped out of them, he knelt behind her and drug her panties down her hips, watching as she shimmied softly, encouraging them off.
With her back still arched, he separated her butt cheeks until he found his glistening treasure, and licked her a few times to get the taste of her back in his mouth.
"Fuck," he groaned, diving back to her quickly, before forcing himself to stop. He heard Letty whimper at his actions before her hand reached behind her and onto the back of his head, encouraging him to go back to eating her.
He chuckled at her desire, pulling away completely and standing behind her again. He grabbed hold of his erect penis and situated it on the globes of her ass, looking at the contrast of their bodies.
"Later, baby. I'll spend some quality time kissing her. Right now, we have other things to tend to." He informed, sliding his member between her legs, allowing her juices to coat him as he ground back into her, hissing at the sensation.
As he pulled back, he made sure to guide himself into her depths nice and slow, groaning as she moaned at his entry.
"Dammit, Dominic. I forgot how big you are. Fuck!" she growled, her knees shaking as pleasure/pain ripped through her. Dom smiled triumphantly, happy to be back home where he belonged.
Pulling back out, he paused, gripping her hips again for leverage, before slamming back into her so hard, she thought her pelvis would break.
She shrieked, caught off guard as he began a rapid and brutal pace of pounding into her pliant body, clenching his teeth as her walls quivered and contracted around him.
"Who do you belong to?" he ground out, his lips on her ear as he continued torturing her, knowing she would never admit this without him playing dirty. She growled at him, using the wall as leverage to push back into him with as much force as she could acquire.
"Say it Letty. Let me hear it, say 'Dom'." He coaxed, pounding harder into her as she tried to keep her mouth shut.
"I know it's been a long time, but I know you remember who you belong to. Say it."
She remained silent, instead focusing on the pleasure he was building between them.
As she settled into a mode of accepting him pushing in and pulling out of her body, she almost had a heart attack when he abruptly pulled out of her and shoved her into the wall, in a standing position. His chest and body pinned her to the cool surface as he forced her head to the side so he could stick his tongue in her ear.
"You're so stubborn, baby." He rumbled, "And it's only going to torture you in the long run."
"You agreed we'd do harder, first. I'm not gonna make it easy on you." She replied, an arrogant playfulness in her tone.
"I know you're close to cumming Letty. The way your knees start to shake, and the unique rhythm your pussy contracts in always let me know when you were gonna cum. You know I won't allow it until I hear you say it." He tortured, causing her to groan back at him.
He began thrusting his penis into the soft globes of her rear, as he continued in her ear.
"Don't you want me back inside of you?" he teased, knowing by now her desire would be running down the insides of her thighs.
She clenched her teeth, trying to stave off the words sitting on the tip of her tongue.
At her continued silence, he began grinding harder, and he kept going until he came, squirting all over her ass.
"Fuck!" he roared, smiling as she shuddered in jealousy, the physical evidence of their passion painted on her backside. He took his hand and rubbed it into her skin, chuckling as she began a stream of cuss words in his action.
"I'll clean up my mess later. Right now, I want to hear you." He promised, his hands going between her and the wall, playing with her nipples.
"Remember that day after the job in the DR? In the car, on our way back to our villa? You were so hot from the danger, you climbed in my lap and fucked me while I drove us 100 miles per hour. Do you remember that?" He asked, waiting until he felt her quiver beneath him, before nodding her head.
"You remember what you said to me?" he asked, waiting until she nodded her head again with a whimper.
"You told me you'd always be mine. You told me your mind, body, and soul belonged to me." He reminded, his member hardening as he began a slow grinding rhythm.
"You were so hot that day, I had to pull over to finish you off. Damn Letty, I'm fuckin hard as a rock thinking about the shit. I know I belong to you, forever and always. I don't want to be free. I could never break free from you."
She made a move to put her fingers between her legs, and he grabbed her wrists, penning them to the wall.
"Uh, uh, uh!" he warned, "That's my job. My kitty."
She bit her lip, mewling in depravity as she tried to squeeze her thighs together.
"Biting your tongue, holding back from me and whatever else is running through your head doesn't make you any less mine. I wanna hear the words. Then I can finish you off." He whispered into her ear, waiting for her to give in.
"You don't get to hear that. You left me, remember." She ground out, trying aggression.
He simply nuzzled into her neck, trailing his tongue on her skin, kissing her softly there.
"I know, baby. And I know you're angry. And we're gonna fight about it. I'm even gonna let you win that argument. But we can't get to that until we lay the ground rules of what this is, first."
"Ground rules?" she sighed, closing her eyes as he forced her legs apart, situating his hand between her thighs, but refusing to go near her aching center.
"The basics. I'm not gonna fight, or allow you to fight me on the facts. We need this fight you're having with me right now settled, before we get into the other stuff."
"Oh?" she whined out, trying to grind or buck into his hand.
"Umm hmm. You can be as mad as you want to be, as angry for as long as you'd like, as long as you know you belong to me. That will never change. In the end, we end up together. Now let me hear you agree."
"What if I don't agree? What if I don't want to belong to you anymore?" she ventured, almost whimpering when he removed all parts of him that were touching her.
"If that's your answer, then I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made arrangements to get you here, and I obviously have no right to think you'd feel the way I still do." He replied, suddenly self-conscious about this entire interaction.
He turned away from her as she turned and leaned her naked back into the wall as she watched his naked backside.
"Don't turn away from me. I've spent a lot of time seeing the back of you." She snapped softly, watching as he remained turned from her.
"Harder?" He muttered.
"Yep, harder." She confirmed.
"I'm sorry, for so many things. I fucking hate the word." He sighed, turning to face her, his penis rock hard, bobbing against his stomach.
She eyed him with lustful gazes, licking her lips as she appraised his body.
He sat on the end of the bed, and just looked at her.
"Balls in your court. I have no reason to argue with someone who doesn't give a shit in the long run. If you've chosen to give up on me, I can't blame you, Letty. If you're going to leave, just do it before I do something stupid." He warned, looking into her eyes.
She crossed her arms over her chest, and chewed her bottom lip between her teeth as the gears in her mind turned.
She fucking hated him, sometimes.
"Fuck!" she shouted, advancing on him and climbing into his lap, grabbing his penis and guiding him inside of her. As he opened his mouth to speak, she shoved her tongue into his mouth, sighing at the connection as she began riding him hard, her butt flexing as she strained against him.
"I belong to you, always." She breathed into him, before tossing her head back as she rode him, squealing as he turned her on the bed, bringing her beneath him as he pounded into her.
"Good girl." He smirked, groaning as she bit his lip punishingly.
"I'm gonna make you pay for that." She promised, "Now make this good for me."
He slowed his movements, pulling a pillow underneath her ass to penetrate her deeply, and watching as her legs folded up into her chest as he increased his pace once again.
"Dammit Dominic!" she roared, as her insides shuddered, her stomach tightening as her peak was reached. He took the heel of his hand, and pressed down firmly on her stomach below her belly button as he felt her orgasm rip through her, and groaned as another orgasm chased her first, sending her into mess of emotion.
Her body bucked wildly as her eyes opened in shocked pleasure, then convulsed violently as she bit into his wrist, causing him to cum inside of her.
"Fuck!" she hollered as her body curled in on itself, her feet squirming as her nerve endings went wild.
He collapsed on the mattress beside her, breathing heavily as he smiled smugly before reaching over smacking her ass.
She groaned at his touch, biting into the sheets as her body tried to regain its composure, quivers still fluttering in her channel.
"You said make it good." He taunted, turning onto his side, inserting two fingers inside of her, fingering her gently to help her ride the waves until her body calmed down.
"How do you do that?" she groaned as his fingers retracted, rubbing the outside of her.
He hunched his shoulders.
"How do you do that?" he asked, alluding to how hard she came.
"How did you find me?" she asked, turning onto her stomach and looking at him.
"Han. He was in Berlin and I got a phone call. I knew you wouldn't come willingly. So I had to set you up." He admitted.
"So you went through all that trouble to proposition my team for a job? Just to get me out here? Where is 'out here' anyway?" she asked, looking at the large estate in the middle of a meadow.
"Our home. For as long as you want to stay here."
"What did you do, kill the guy who owns it?" she teased, partially serious.
"No, I bought it when Han told me he saw you in Berlin at a Governesses estate. He said you kept looking at the architecture like you liked it."
"I did. But how the fuck can you afford this?" she wondered.
"We'll talk about that later. Just know we're set. There are enough rooms here for you to do what you may. Even a nursery down the hall." He hinted, laughing as she looked at him horrified.
"I still hate you, and you're talking about kids? You musta hit your head, Toretto." She replied evenly, shaking her head.
"We'll see." He smiled.
"What was your plan if I'd have continued to resist?" she wondered aloud.
"I'd have fucked you all over this room until you were begging me to let you cum and singing the phrase I needed in opera."
She snorted, "I'd like to see that happen."
"That can be arranged." He gleamed. "So, do you want to fight now, or tomorrow?"
"Now. But we'll wait until tomorrow. I wanna have sex again, and if we start the fight tonight, I may not let you touch me for a month. So we'll stay in this bubble for a little while longer." She sighed.
"Okay. You're decision. By the way, I like you on a motor cycle. I was ready to fuck you into that fence when I came outside."
"Yea, I started riding bikes after the accident that 'killed me'." She admitted. "We'll talk about that after I'm done making you crawl."
"Fair enough. One more thing before we go again."
"What?"
"I fuckin missed your ass." He choked, reaching over to trace her face with the tips of his large fingers. Her eyes shut at the tenderness in his touch before she smirked at him.
"Yea? You may wish I'd stayed gone by the time I'm done with your ass."
"Whatever your throwing, I'm catching." He promised.
"Ok. Well, for now, I'm throwing ass, so come catch it." She smiled, situating herself on all fours and waiting for him to position himself behind her.
"I love you." He whispered as he sank into her heated depths again.
"Love you too, unfortunately." She smiled, making him laugh loud and throaty until she began pushing back into him with steady force.
Fin