Gun Range Round robin
Following Rachel as she walked ahead of him, Tom watched as she swung her hips just as she had done in the hotel hallway the night of the Inaugural Ball. He'd thought it was hot then, knowing she was doing it oh so deliberately, and it was just as hot now, having been lovers for the last 6 months.
Sexy little Minx he thought to himself
They'd decided to teach Rachel to shoot, after having exhausted all of the self defence techniques they could think of. She'd been reluctant to do it, understandably after what she'd been through, but had readily agreed when Tom had volunteered to be her personal tutor.
They'd chosen a small pistol, one that would be easy for Rachel to handle, and booked a slot at the local gun range in St Louis, at a time when everyone else had gone home, it was just them...alone. Tom stood behind Rachel as she picked up the pistol gingerly, and raised it at the paper target's Tom had set up. He placed his arms around her, steadying her grip, but he didn't miss the way she wriggled her bottom against him - she was having too much fun with this he decided.
He smiled into her hair as her bottom slowly slid up and down again.
"Honey, focus." Tom gently chided her. Rachel huffed out a sound of amusement.
"I can't help it, luv. It's a bit hard to concentrate with you wrapped around me; it's still new enough between us."
Tom pressed a kiss into her hair as he arms wavered a moment under the weight of the gun. "Later, you can be sure of that. But now we need to make sure you can defend yourself with a weapon."
He steadied her arms and brought them up. "Safety is already off; just tense your wrist for the recoil before you squeeze the trigger."
Rachel took a deep breath to quell the nervousness rising in her. It wasn't the first time she had held a gun after all. She focused her gaze and gently squeezed the trigger like Tom had taught her.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The recoil sent a shockwave through her arm that travelled down her spine and spiralled outwards to her nerve endings. She peered at the paper target, and sighed in defeat.
"Damn it! I only got one," she complained, but Tom's husky chuckle in her ear caused her to turn her head sharply at him.
"No, babe," he said mashing the button to reel the target closer. "You got the kill shot all three times. Look." He pointed out the barely imperceptible ridges where her bullets had almost completely overlapped. At the pleasant surprise on her face, Tom hurriedly prepared another target. "Again, Rachel," he commanded and he was thrilled when she automatically corrected her stance and drew down on the target, rapidly firing five rounds. She lowered the gun after the fifth shot, and Tom reeled it closer.
"Jesus, Rachel, you're a goddamn natural!"
Rachel smirked as she clicked the safety back into place, and placed the gun onto the table. "That's not all I'm a natural at sweetheart" she purred suggestively, as she spun around in his arms and rubbed her body against his. Rachel reached up a hand and drew Tom in for a kiss, nibbling gently on his lower lip.
He drank in all of her, from her eyes darkened with arousal to her pink lips swollen from their kisses. His gaze swept downwards to the flush spreading across her breasts, still clad in her pale pink lace bra. His girl's penchant for lacy underwear had been a very pleasant surprise indeed. Bringing his right index finger to her mouth, he tenderly traced her lips. She quickly captured it in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip and dancing delicately down until she engulfed the entire digit. Tom's eyes nearly crossed as what little blood left in the northern hemisphere of his body migrated rapidly in a southern direction. Smirking wickedly, Rachel released Tom's finger and reached for his belt buckle, but Tom captured her hand in his to stop her.
"Not so fast, sweetheart," he whispered huskily into her ear. His tongue darted out to trace the shell of her ear, knowing what it would do to her. "I'm not done yet." Then he yanked down the cup of her bra and began suckling hungrily at her nipple. Her cry of pleasure rang out in the silent room, and the sound made Tom impossibly harder.
He closed his eyes briefly and scrabbled for control as her fingers thrust through his hair, holding him in place as she arched to get more of her nipple in his mouth.
Tom pulled back and switched to her other breast, tracing around her areole before flicking it with his tongue. He grunted softly as her hands spasmed in his hair, pulling gently on the strands in protest as he teased her.
Smirking against her breast, he placed sucking kisses all around the tip in retaliation as her moans became more ragged.
"Bloody hell, Tom!" She pulled gently on his hair again and tried to shift her body so he'd catch it.
Chuckling wickedly now, he gave in and her back arched as he drew her nipple in and lashed it with his tongue. He straightened up after a moment, reclaiming her lips and thrusting his tongue in. Groaning in relief, she writhed when he shoved one leg between hers and grab her butt to drag her up his leg.
As Tom dragged Rachel up his leg he realized something else, what he'd taken for a shirt was actually a dress, very SHORT dress! As she'd been wearing a long coat, he hadn't realized and truth be told, he'd been paying FAR more attention to Rachel's breasts than whatever else she was wearing! Tom pushed her back onto the table, gazing lustily at his lover's beautiful body laid out before him.
Rachel stared back at him, delighting in the sensual heat in his eyes that was all for her. She didn't bother to silence her lusty moans as Tom left a trail of kisses down her body, finally reaching the sexy pair of pink lacy knickers Rachel was wearing. He made short work of them and draped Rachel's gorgeous legs over his shoulder, and prepared to do what he loved doing - going down on his sexy little doctor.
He went at her like he was dying of thirst and she was the only source of water. She was already so wickedly, wantonly wet, and his tongue slicked against her folds, as above him, Rachel was calling on him and any god who might be listening to please, please let her come. Tom's laughter rumbled against her as he captured her clit in his mouth and sucked, hard.
"Tom!" she keened as the gathering force of her climax threatened to overtake her. Instinctively, he backed off, making languid swipes at her folds, as she growled out her frustration. Thoroughly amused, he looked up and asked, "Is something wrong, sweetheart?" All the while his thumb was pressing lightly on her clit, just enough to set up a sweet, slow ache within her.
"Yes, something is wrong," Rachel snarled. "And you bloody well know what! Why did you stop?" She didn't even care that she was begging.
The innocent expression on his face was wrecked by her juices glistening on his mouth. Hungrily licking his lips, he whispered, "You mean this?" Then he lowered his head and nibbled lightly on her clit before applying only the slightest of suckling pressure. Rachel's head slammed back against the table.
"Fuck!" she shouted. His fingers had joined in the action, three of them buried inside her, filling her, making her crave his cock even more.
"Don't worry, babe, we'll get to that part." Tom's voice was husky and set Rachel's womb quaking. "Eventually."
Tom lifted Rachel off the table and swiftly spun her around, using one leg to nudge hers apart. Just as quickly, he lifted her dress and slid his already hardened cock inside her, making Rachel moan loudly at the oh so welcome invasion. Tom was nothing if but thorough, as one hand snaked between her legs whilst the other began to play with her nipples again. His fingers stroked her clit with a slow, gentle touch as he thrust into her willing body, causing Rachel to grip the table in front of her. The small room was filled with the sounds of their passion; neither was particularly quiet about it. "Please Tom, make me come I'm so close baby, please!"
He slowed his thrusts, and the circles he had been making in her clit.
"Not until I say so, honey." He rasped in her ear, relishing the frustrated whine she gave. Rachel thrashed below him, growling as she tried to force him to move faster again.
Tom grunted as she clenched around his cock, laughing a little when she stilled. "You bloody bastard." She hissed.
"Something wrong Doc?" He goaded in her ear and latched his teeth into the space under her lobe.
"I seem to have picked the wrong sailor. Maybe I should go out to the base and find one who will finish the job." She panted breathlessly as his fingers circled harder on her clit.
Tom snarled and leaned back from her, gently kicking her legs to spread them wider. Pulling his hips back, he slammed them forward and chuckled darkly as she moaned his name.
"Not finish the job? Who said about not finishing?" And with that, he set a punishing pace that sent lightening crackling up his spine.
Rachel slammed her hands to the wall and met his thrusts, chanting his name as the cliff approached.
Just when she could feel her release cresting, Rachel nearly screamed in frustration as he withdrew from her willing body. Before she had a chance to protest, Tom lifted her up against the wall and thrust back inside her, causing Rachel to moan lustily as he slid her down onto his hardened member. His mouth latched onto her nipple once more, suckling slowly, an erotic counterpoint to the fierce rhythm of his thrusts. Tom lifted his head, watching as Rachel's eyes fluttered closed and her skin flushing a dusky pink, and he knew her release was close.
"Come for me Rachel, let me hear you scream!" Tom growled, his hands tightening around her bottom, nipping her neck gently. Rachel could feel her walls begin to clench around him as her release roared through her and she screamed with passionate abandon. Their lovemaking was beautiful, something they both treasured, but sometimes they both needed raw, uninhibited sex – like this.
"Love you Rachel – so damn much!" Tom whispered as he withdrew from her body, pulling her into his arms as they both came down from their high. Rachel looked up in to his gorgeous blue eyes, still darkened with passion – she thanked whatever gods there were for this incredible man and the love they shared.
"Love you too, Tom" She replied, kissing him slowly, savouring the taste of him.
They dressed in silence, both still recovering from their passionate lovemaking, the intensity of it all still buzzing through their bodies. They walked home arm in arm, savouring the time alone, no crew members, or family to intrude on them. As they reached the house they were sharing, they passed Mike who lived just next door to the Chandlers. As was the case when they were together, Mike noticed Tom & Rachel long before they noticed him. They had a tendency to get completely wrapped up in one another. Not that Mike held it against them; far from it, he was happy for the both of them. Still, he laughed to himself when, after calling out a greeting to his friends, Rachel jumped about a foot off the ground.
"Mike," Tom responded evenly, keeping Rachel tucked against him. "How are you?"
"Me? Oh, I'm fine," Mike replied with a smile. Then he picked up on the current running between his friends; the air seemed to crackle between them like lightening on a summer night, and Mike grinned widely. "Though I'd say you two are doing a lot better. How was the firing range? Isn't that where you said you going tonight?" Mike asked, knowing full well that's where they'd gone.
"It was quite...exhilarating," Rachel replied, not shying away from Mike's insinuation in the slightest. Mike lifted his coffee cup in a silent salute to Rachel, which she acknowledged with a slight tilt of her head.
"So how'd you do tonight, Rachel?" Mike questioned but it was Tom who answered.
"She's a natural, Mike. She definitely knows how to handle a weapon." Then, he left his friend staring open mouthed as he allowed Rachel to lead him the remaining few steps to their own front door, where he planned on taking Rachel to their bed and repeating the evening's earlier activities.