"Wake-Up Call"
With several slow, practiced rolls of her hips, Kate arched into her prodding fingers and bit into her bottom lip. Her slickness aided in her harsh movements, and a soft gasp caught in her throat, her face pressing into her pillow as she felt herself rapidly approaching that final precipice.
That was when the door opened.
"Move over."
Kate jerked, quickly retracting her hand and wiping the stickiness onto her sheets. Startled, she glanced over her shoulder when she felt the mattress decompress, her eyes widening as Seth rolled in toward her. "W-what are you doing?" she demanded. "Your bed's over there!"
"It's too far," he muttered, his hot breath sliding over the back of her neck. Her lip curled and she scooted away from him. He reeked of whiskey.
Skin still flushed and heart pounding, Kate curled up into the fetal position and moved even closer toward the edge of the bed. She wouldn't admit it, but she was still throbbing, and her arousal coupled with Seth's body warmth was making her ache inside. For once, her natural impulses were betraying her. From behind, he turned in after her and pressed his face in between her shoulder blades, making nonsensical, inebriated noises as his arm slung around her waist. He tightened his hold and Kate squeaked. This was not happening.
"Seth?" Her voice was tight and uncertain. "Seth, are you awake?"
He grumbled against her neck and squeezed her in closer. Well, shit. That had been the exact opposite reaction she'd been hoping for.
They laid there like that for what felt like hours – Kate stiff as a board, and Seth snoring softly against her heated skin. Every time his breath tickled her neck, she felt a responding pull from below her waist. And as much as she didn't want to – as much as she wanted to refuse – she knew she wouldn't be getting any sleep until she'd finished what she'd started.
With a deep, quaking breath, Kate wriggled out of her panties (and felt herself bump into Seth's front a few times) before kicking them onto the floor. Chewing her lip, she waited a beat before sliding her hand back down between her legs. Almost instantly, a spark of pleasure coiled in her stomach and she sighed, arching into her hand as her breathing grew shallow. Beginning to quicken her pace, Kate's thighs tensed and her hand drove strongly into her heat, her backside brushing against Seth as her slickness coated her fingers. She could feel his hand splay over her stomach and she squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back a gasp as she used her free hand to finger her clit. His snoring continued, so she knew he was still asleep. This was wrong. Oh God, this was so wrong.
Seth's hand slipped further still, and Kate froze up when it fell directly over her pulsing center. Her breath caught and she refused to move. But the longer she laid there, the more she realized he hadn't done it on purpose, and despite her better judgment, she curled her hand around his wrist and dragged him in closer. She wanted to feel him. She didn't know why, but she wanted it. Perhaps because no man had ever touched her in this way before – perhaps because she was tired of being treated like a child.
Taking hold of Seth's middle finger, Kate bit her lip and carefully began dragging it back and forth across her swollen slit. The rougher texture of his touch made her jerk. Eyes fluttering, she suppressed a soft moan before pushing his finger up inside her heat. She forced him to prod and twist at her insides, and her hips circled in an attempt at massaging all of her inner nerve endings. By now, she was slick – sopping – and her bucking movements left her clawing feebly at the mattress as she rode his appendage. That was when he added another finger.
Breathless, Kate's eyes grew wide and she arched against him, feeling Seth's mouth at her ear before he placed a series of wet, fevered kisses along her neck. Her mouth fell open, and she released the cry she'd been suppressing for so long.
"That's it, princess," he mumbled against her skin. "Come for me…"
His thumb flicked her clit, and that ultimately did her in, her cunt spasming around his scissoring fingers as he growled against her neck. Now doubled over and panting against her pillow, Kate curled her legs and attempted to recover as he – oh God, he was still thrusting his hand into her orgasm, his teeth nipping at her pulse as she shuddered.
"Time to go, alright?"
"What?"
"I said it's time to go."
Jerking up from her pillow, Kate pushed the hair out of her eyes and squinted. Seth was standing over the bed, disheveled-looking (as usual) and impatient as he tossed her rucksack onto her stomach.
"Get moving," he snapped.
Embarrassed, Kate discreetly checked under the covers and found that she was fully dressed. No fucking way. Had she seriously just had a sex dream? And about Seth?
Avoiding his gaze, she quickly rolled out of bed and gathered up her belongings. It was moments like these where she did not want any self-examination.
A/N: Okay, so I ended up writing the smutty drabble after all. Whoops. :P Hope you enjoyed!