Title: The Bet
Author:
Sedgwick_Fan
Fandom: The Closer
Pairing: Brenda/Fritz
Rating:
Hard R/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em :)
Summary: A smutty
twist on an old fic, trying my hand at the hard
R/NC-17 thing...so
lemme know! :o/
She excitedly jingled her keys and she walked
up the steps to his
front door. Brenda hadn't seen him for two
days; work had kept them
both extremely busy. His invitation this
morning for dinner tonight
had caused her to think (or, more like
fantasize) to herself all day
at work. She'd had to make up an
excuse about just being tired at
one point in the day, when
Sargeant Gabriel whistled to her and waved
her his hand in front
of her dazed face, and she did her best to hide
the blush she felt
creeping up into her face at the thought of
Fritz's long, lean
body, tangled and sweaty with hers.
She certainly hoped he was
up for things tonight, because she knew
she definitely was. She
could already feel the most sensitive part
of her pulsating,
aching with desire for him. She slipped her key
into his front
door, and on the other side, she saw Fritz standing at
the
roundtable in his kitchen, on what appeared to be a very
involved
phone call. She couldn't help but look him up and down…it
was when
he was like this, in his button down shirt and black
Chinos with his
tie loosened that she thought he looked undeniably
sexy. While he
snacked on a strawberry, he looked slightly
annoyed, but when he saw
her his face lit up. She almost lost
focus as she watched the way
his mouth worked around the
strawberry, licking, sucking, biting…it
was almost too much for
her to take.
"Hey!" he mouthed to her with a smile
and held out his hand. She
took it and he pulled her to him, and
he planted a lingering kiss on
her lips. She smiled wickedly at
him. Standing on her tiptoes, she
whispered in his ear: "I've
been thinking of you allllll day long,
Agent Howard…and I'd bet
the bank I can get you off this phone and
out of your clothes…"
He covered the mouthpiece with his hand.
"And I'd bet
I'll be on this damn phone call with my boss for the
next hour.
This friggin' case is a complete mess. I'm sorry,
sweetheart. I'll
try to be fast. There's some of your merlot in the
fridge still,
if you want it. Oops. Yes, sir, yes, I'm here. I'm
sorry, could
you repeat that last part?" He got back to his call,
but
Brenda decided it would be fun to try to make good on her bet.
She
stepped back from him and smiled seductively, which caught
his
attention. Quickly.
She slowly pulled the tie of her
jacket apart and let it fall from
her hands. He was staring
intently at the outline of her lithe body
through the snugly fit
dress she wore. He admired the way her assets
strained against the
thin fabric. When Brenda wanted to be cute, she
was adorably
cute…but when she wanted to be sexy, it was all he could
do to
keep his hands…and mouth…from roaming all over her body.
She
pulled the jacket from her shoulders and let it slide to the
floor.
As she walked slowly over to the counter, she reached behind
her
head and pulled the elastic ponytail holder from her hair, and
her
blond tresses were free to cascade over her shoulders and around
her
face. He stared at her ass as she slowly walked away from him,
and
she smiled to herself, knowing he was admiring the way she moved
in
her skirt. She reached for a strawberry and as she pulled the
green
stem off, she slowly began to walk back to him, watching him
the
entire time. She placed the strawberry gently between her teeth,
and
leaned up to him, daring him with her eyes to take it. He leaned
down
to her and grasped the strawberry with his mouth, quietly moving
the
phone. Her tongue expertly darted into his mouth, sharing
her
strawberry, and he reveled in the taste of the juicy fruit,
and in
the taste of her mouth. They pulled apart, staring
intensely at each
other as they chewed. He could feel the erection
beginning to form
in his pants, and that old familiar heat for her
flared up inside.
She was driving him insane, and she knew
it.
She stepped closer to him, and reached up to the knot
of his already
loosened tie. She could hear his boss, animatedly
hammering away on
the other end of the line, and she kept her eyes
focused on his as
she slowly began to pull the silk tie through
the knot. He could see
her eyes were glazed with the need she felt
for him, and the fact
that she was being agonizingly slow and
deliberate with her movements
only managed to turn him on a little
more.
"I'm sorry, sir. You cut out there for a second. What was that?"
She smiled at him and she pulled the tie
from his neck and threw it
on the floor behind her. She feathered
a kiss on his lips, and moved
over to his ear; he could feel her
breathing on it, and tried not to
shudder with excitement. His
senses were on high alert, and his
already forming erection
strained against his pants when he felt the
hardness of her
nipples as they pressed into his chest. She slowly
kissed him
along his jawline and down his neck as she used her hands
to
slowly untuck his button down shirt from his pants. She could
feel
his temperature rising, and he leaned his head back and sighed.
Her
tongue flicked into the hollow spot between his neck and sternum
and
she gently suckled; it was one of his many buttons, and she knew
she
was pushing it. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard
the
barely audible growl come from him.
Her nimble fingers
began to unbutton his shirt, and he watched as
each button slowly
came undone. She slid her hands inside his shirt
and moved them to
his shoulders, and she pushed the shirt down his
arms and off, and
she watched it land on the floor behind him. She
marveled at his
chiseled pecs and the lean muscles in his nicely
tanned arms. She
continued to kiss him, and it was torture for him.
She lifted up
his undershirt and reached for his belt. As she began
to pull the
leather flap from the metal buckle, he grabbed her wrist
and shot
her a warning glance. She smiled at him, and gently
disengaged her
wrist from his grasp. He could see from her face that
she was
determined to have her way.
She continued her slow work with
the belt, and when it was undone,
she slowly pulled it from its
loops and added it to the pile on the
floor.
"Uhhhhh…yes,
sir, I think that we be the um, correct avenue of action
to
take…"
She could feel her own temperature rising now;
it slowly crept up
inside of her, and she could feel her face and
her neck getting
flushed. Her hand moved down the front of his
Chinos, and she felt
him stir under her fingertips. He clenched
his teeth and closed his
eyes; she was killing him.
"Yes
sir. Yes, I think that would be a good idea…" he hoped his
boss
couldn't detect the huskiness that had crept into his voice.
She
popped the button on his pants and began to work on the
zipper, all
the while smiling her best charming smile at him. He
tried to
control his breathing as she worked the zipper, and tried
to stifle a
gasp when her fingers made contact with his pulsating
erection. He
cursed work responsibilities and he knew he'd be in
deep shit for
cutting off a senior superior. He was stuck, and he
knew it. And
even worse, Brenda knew it, too. He was helpless to
give in to the
desire that raged through him.
She lowered
his pants and his boxers and gently tapped his foot
with
hers.
"Spread `em…" she whispered, and
liking this control she was taking,
he did as he was told. She
slipped his pants down, and he obediently
stepped out of them,
kicking off his shoes as he went. A tingle
ripped through him as
she gripped his erection, pumping her tight
hand up and down his
shaft. She lightly twirled her finger around
the tip of him, and
he shuddered as her fingers swirled around and
around, teasing the
nerve-packed tip and making his body scream for
her. She could
literally feel his desire for her oozing out of him.
He nearly
dropped the phone when she quickly swirled her finger
around his
wetness one last time before firmly pumping down the
length of his
shaft, and a moan escaped him as he felt every muscle
in his body
tense.
"Agent Howard…what was that?" She smiled to
herself as she worked
her hand up and down and wondered how Fritzy
was going to get out of
this one.
"Sorry, sir…"
he breathed. "I got a little something caught in my
throat
there and must have coughed a little louder than I intended
to…"
He tried to steady his breathing but failed miserably.
He
helplessly stared at her as she slowly moved down his body,
smiling
up at him the entire time. She was on her knees, and he
closed his
eyes and hoped to control himself so his boss wouldn't
fire his
ass for losing all control of himself while getting a blow
job
from his girlfriend when he was supposed to be completely focused
on
an important phone call.
She took him in her mouth and firmly
sucked him as she moved her
mouth up and down, working her tongue
to torture and torment him. He
instinctively wrapped a hand in her
blonde hair and watched her as
she worked on him. He pushed her
hair back to see her more clearly;
he liked watching her, and the
enjoyment she got out of orally
pleasing him. The more she worked,
the harder he fought to control
himself. Cumming during her
blowjobs was absolutely amazing; but the
both of them cumming
together was something that was out of this
world. He was
determined to make that happen.
She could feel the ripple
effect of him in her mouth, and she slowed,
wanting to tease him
and tantalize him to make his orgasm even more
explosive in the
end. He couldn't take it anymore; he was dying to
be inside of
her, waiting to explode and to hear her gasps and moans
as he
moved in and out of her.
"Well, it sounds like we pretty
much have a handle on the plan, sir.
I'm sorry, since we're about
wrapped up here, can we finish this off
tomorrow? Seems I have
another call coming in, one that I've been
expecting and need to
take…thank you, sir. Yes, first thing tomorrow…
goodbye…"
He managed to slam the phone down as he took a handful of
her
silky hair. She saw the desire in his eyes, and knew that
they
mirrored her own eyes. He pulled her to her feet and kissed
her, his
tongue roughly moving in sync with hers as he ran his
hands through
her hair. Never breaking contact, he gently but
firmly grabbed her
wrists and began to slowly back her up to the
wall.
"My turn…" he seductively growled at her as
her back pressed against
the wall. He intertwined his fingers with
hers, and slowly slid
them up against the wall and over her head.
His mouth melded with
hers, and she trembled with passion for him.
His tongue delicately
and seductively explored the inside of her
mouth, and he heard the
soft moan escape from her.
She
could feel the heat radiating between their bodies, and it
only
served to heighten her already aroused state. She could feel
herself
growing wet for him as her knees weakened. He continued
the
delicious assault with his mouth when he moved to her neck,
still
holding her hands up and away from her. Not being able to
use her
hands was the most exquisite torment she had ever endured;
he was
free to do what he wanted, and she was helpless to respond
with her
hands. He purposely pinned her against the wall, and an
involuntary
gasp escaped from her when she felt the extension of
his desire
against her.
He slid his hands under her skirt
and felt the way she trembled. He
felt the soft skin of her as he
slipped his fingers inside of her,
reveling in the clear desire
she felt for him. He worked her
clitoris, pushing her until she
continuously moaned, thrusting her
hips in motion with the
stroking of his hand. He felt her harden
under his fingers, and
groaned at the throbbing of his own erection
and at the site of
her, sweaty and breathing heavily as he pinned her
against the
wall.
On the edge of explosion, he released her hands and it
then turned
into a race to see which one of them could undress the
other the
quickest. He kissed her again as they slid to the floor,
delighted by
the feel of her warm body tangled with his. He gently
placed her
head against the hardwood floor as he positioned
himself above her.
"Nowwwww…" She whispered as she
gazed at him, seeing her own desire
mirrored in his eyes. He
gently entered her, closing his eyes as he
felt the warmness of
her surround him. He moved in and out of her,
slowly at first,
feeling the friction of her tightness welcoming him,
and moving
faster as he heard her gasps of pleasure as her fingers
tightened
their grip on his shoulders.
He leaned down to kiss her as he
moved in and out of her, his tongue
mimicking the motions of his
hips as he plunged himself harder and
deeper inside of her. She
arched her back, and he could feel himself
dangerously close to
the edge, working at her and feeling her insides
quiver around
him. She was close.
He felt the heat of her as their bodies
moved together, skin on skin,
and reveled in the faint scent of
her sweat mixed with her perfume.
With one final hitching gasp,
she arched her back and he faintly
heard her strangled cry and the
way she tightened around him as his
world exploded and he heard
his own cry as he came inside of her,
breathing her, needing her,
feeling every inch of her as she arched
herself into him.
He
buried his head into her neck, feeling her heart thundering
beneath
his chest, and feeling her ragged breath on his cheek. He
gently
rolled himself off of her and lay on his back, listening to
her
labored breathing and feeling his own heart thundering inside
of
him.
She moved over to him and placed her head on his
chest as he reached
for a blanket to cover them. She lazily traced
a finger over his
chest and he could feel her smile as he brushed
a sweat soaked strand
of hair from her forehead.
"I won the bet." She whispered.