You know a TV show is good if after the first 2 episodes, there's already FF stories for it... :) Let's have some fun shall we?
He downs the last of his shot, watching her hips sway to the music. He isn't drunk, hell, he hasn't been drunk in a long time, and she isn't either. He leans forward and places the shot glass down on the coffee table; licking his lips as he watches her move. It takes him a few seconds to get up off her couch and walk over to her, placing his hands on her hips.
She keeps swaying, leaning her head back against his shoulder. She steps back into him, feeling every hard plane of his body and lifts a hand to the back of his head, groaning when his hands move from her waist up her sides to brush the sides of her breasts and back down. He feels nothing like the other guy; the one she was supposed to be dating. But he's the one she wants right now.
He knows he shouldn't be playing with fire. But damned if he doesn't want to get burned by her. Her moan in his ear makes him hard as steel, and he grits his teeth to get some semblance of control back. He watches his hands as they travel under her double tank and touch her skin. Feels her nails dig into his scalp lightly as he moves his hands over her torso. He bends his head a little further down, breathing in her scent. It's sweet, and spicy, and something entirely her. His tongue darts out of his mouth, licking his dry lips and flicking against her skin; making her breath catch. It's then he knows that he's lost.
Her eyes close partially at the feel of his hands on her skin. She can feel her arousal growing and when she shifts just slightly, his too. She wants him to keep touching her, to make her feel something other than the job. His hot breath on her neck makes her bite back a moan, but it escapes her when she feels his tongue on her skin. Her eyes drift the rest of the way shut as he plants small kisses down her shoulder and back up, tilting her head to the side so he can swipe his tongue across the pulse in her neck.
He can still feel her hand at the back of his head, but her fingers go lax when he starts to suck on her pulse point. He can feel her rubbing against him and it takes the little control he's got left not to rip her clothes off her and take her right there. His hands slide down over her jeans to rest on her thighs as they move together to the music. He watches her as she bites her bottom lip, craving the taste of her himself, and the look on her face is almost his undoing.
She can feel his hands move over her jeans and silently curses the barrier. When his hands travel back up to her waist, she moves both her hands to rest over his. His thumbs stroke the soft skin of her stomach and she lets out a small groan. When he dips his thumbs under the waist of her jeans, she feels the pull getting stronger. Oh yea, this is going to happen. She wants this more than she wants oxygen. It takes her less than a second to spin around and bring her hands up to his face, pulling him down to her level to kiss him hotly.
It's not a slow kiss, in fact, its probably the hottest kiss he's experienced in a long time. He can feel her fingers fumbling; clutching at his jacket and he grabs the hem of her double tank, breaking the kiss to pull it over her head. He groans deep in his chest when he sees she's not wearing a bra. Smirking up at him, she pushes his jacket off his shoulders and curls her fingers under the hem of his shirt; her nails making the muscles in his stomach jump as she pulls it over his head. He lets the shirt drop to the floor and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back to him.
The skin on skin contact makes her groan as his lips find hers again and her eyes flutter shut. The only barriers between them are their jeans and her heart is pounding in her chest as she trails her hands down his chest to the button of his jeans. The kiss breaks so they can both breathe and she opens her eyes, panting heavily as her gaze meets his.
"You gotta be sure about this," he says quietly, eyes searching hers, "I mean real sure. Cause once we cross this line; there's no going back. You better say stop now if you don't want this."
She wraps her arms around his neck and presses against him, her mouth at his ear.
"The only time you're gonna hear me say stop, is when the word 'don't' is in front of it," she whispered ardently.
He opens his mouth to say something else, but she presses her lips against his again and stops whatever he's about to say. The sounds coming from her and the way she keeps moving her body against him; he can't take it anymore. His control snaps and he lifts her up; her legs wrapping around him as he turns them back to the couch. As he lays her back, his mouth leaves hers and travels down her throat; his body burning at the whimpers coming from her. His hands move back to her jeans as his mouth moves down to her chest to tease her as he unsnaps the button and curls his fingers into the waistband.
All she can do is feel, he's doing amazing things to her body. She hadn't felt this way with her now ex-boyfriend, even though she'd tried. She arches her hips to help him as he pulls her jeans and panties off in one swift move. He tosses her jeans off to the side, neither of them caring where the discarded clothing lands, and kneels before her, taking in the sight of her naked body.
"Damn," he growls.
She sits up slightly, hands working busily at his jeans as he leans his head down to kiss her again and she eagerly parts her lips to allow his tongue to plunder. She gets his jeans loose and reaches in to wrap her hand around him, making him groan into the kiss as he pushes her back, hovering over her. Her phone rings, but she ignores it in favor of removing his jeans from his body.
He kicks them off and settles above her, his hands in her hair as their kisses become more and more passionate. She can feel him; hard and hot against her thigh and groans when one of his hands snakes between them and delves into her folds. When he slips two fingers inside her, pumping shallowly, she breaks the kiss and tosses her head back; biting her lip to try and swallow her moans. She can feel his gaze burning into her skin and she grabs his wrist, causing him to still the motions and leave her wanting more. Her eyes open and she sees the lust in his eyes, knowing hers are a mirror image. Quickly, she pulls him up to her and wraps one leg around his waist as their hands intertwine above her head.
He can feel the wet heat dripping from her core and shudders as his tip meets her entrance. Tilting his head down; he kisses her again as he pushes into her waiting body. They both groan at the contact and there's nothing he wants more than to start pounding into her. But he waits, allowing her to adjust to his size. He grabs onto self control he didn't know he had and kisses her again. She's so tight and hot that he can't think, the animal in him is shaking its cage and he wants nothing more than to give in. When she pulls back, he can't help but look into her eyes and grins when he sees the lust and playfulness there.
"Don't worry," she says breathlessly as she rolls her hips, "You won't break me."
He growls deep in his chest and pulls out of her, pushing back in roughly and watching her as she tosses her head back and her fingers tighten around his. She said he wouldn't break her, so he lets the animal out of its cage; but keeps a tight leash on it. He pounds into her body, reveling in the moans and small screams she lets out as she tightens her body around his. He leans down as their bodies push against each other and kisses her roughly, hissing when her hands leave his and her nails rake down his back. He didn't think it would've been possible to want her even more but after that, he moves his hands to her waist and tilts her hips upwards so he's hitting a new angle inside her.
She can feel it building, and when he tilts her hips up; she screams her pleasure. She rakes her nails down his back again and knows he likes it because he's pounding into her harder and she wants more, needs more. As her release hits her and her muscles clench around his member, she rears up and sinks her teeth into his shoulder, muffling the scream that breaks out as her nails score his back again.
He doesn't know whether it's her muscles milking his cock or her teeth biting into his shoulder but he comes with a force that he's never felt before and he knows it's the best sex he's ever had. Breathing heavily, he pulls out of her, listening to her whimper at the loss of contact; and turns them over so that she's resting on his chest and their legs are tangled together. After a minute, she moves her head and rests her chin on his chest, looking up at his face.
"Why did you really come over here tonight?" she asks softly.
He sighs as his heartbeat slows to normal and brushes a lock of hair from her face as he looks at her.
"Cause I saw that look in your eyes when Rueben died. And I wanted to take it away."
She smiles softly and pushes herself up slightly, kissing him chastely before curling up on his chest again. She feels his arms wrap around her and she smiles into his chest before letting out a giggle.
"What?" he asks her, running a hand up and down her back.
She snuggles deeper into him and pulls the blanket off the back of the couch, wrapping the both of them in it.
"Carter's gonna be pissed if he ever finds out," she murmurs.
His laughter is the last thing she hears before she falls into sleep.