So, I wrote this today and it was itching to get out. It's pure smutt and fluff with relatively no plot, ok a tiny bit of a plot. It takes place in the last year, and at the 3rd Annual Johanna Beckett Fundraiser. Hope you enjoy, I needed to write something happy and fluffy after writing my other long story "You Were Always With Me." So say hi let me know what you think. This is my 40th story here!
When they had started planning the 3rd Annual Johanna Beckett Scholarship Fundraiser, they had already been dating for six months. This time there was no need to make excuses so they could plan in peace, without causing waves, especially with Josh. They planned from the comfort of either of their beds, or while having a lazy day off at the loft. Every detail had been poured over together, other than their attire.
When she had emerged from the bedroom in her midnight blue, crystal studded, backless gown, he had gone speechless. The darkening of his eyes and the tightness of his pants told her all she needed to know. Not that he didn't look equally delicious in his tails, she couldn't wait to slowly remove the designer tuxedo from his body.
Since arriving at the fundraiser, her eyes have trailed him all night. It's hard not to when he's wearing an Armani tux that fits him perfectly. His eyes sparkle with merriment and mischief tonight as he masterfully works the crowd. He's in his element. All smiles, making people laugh and feeling comfortable, charming them into opening those purse strings, and digging deep for the Third Annual Johanna Beckett Fundraiser.
All night she's felt his smoldering baby blues boring into her skin. Mentally divesting her of her the form fitting gown she bought especially for him. The slit in the front stops just short of indecent just above mid thigh. Her back exposed down to the low curve of her back. The heat from his stare warmly caresses her body, sending scorching waves of want coursing through her veins.
Between networking and working the crowd for her mothers benefit, he makes time to stop and check in with her. His body brushing softly against her just short of being inappropriate. His fingers dance tenderly over the skin of her hips as he pulls her flush against him while dancing. The warmth of his breath along the ridge of her ear and down the slope of her neck as he whispers all the filthy kinky things he wants to do to her, while they're dancing have her on edge.
He's playing with a fire she knows he's more than happy to put out.
The auction finally begins and once again Martha does a wonderful job as the Mistress of Ceremonies. Many items have been graciously donated such as trips, jewelry, a car service contract for a year, Yankee owners box seats, all of which were getting ridiculously high bids. The feature auction of the night is once again a date with the handsome Master of Macabre, Richard Castle.
Kate starts the bidding at $500, then sit back as others battle it out. Some are truly fans of the writer. Others are there because they still see him as a sexy eligible NY bachelor. Another man bids $3,500 for the date. That's when Christina Caterra bids $4,500. Kate perks up and watches as Martha counts down. She raises her paddle $4,600!
"$4,600 to the lovely detective in the back of the room." Martha is smiling as she watches the brewing battle for her son.
"$4,750," yells Christina from the front of the room. Castle is nervous. His eyes dart from Kate to Christina anxiously.
"$4,850," Beckett literally growls in anger. "Actually make that $5,500!" Kate bids as she dares Christina to continue with her eyes. The TV reporter shrinks in her seat, as Martha counts down.
"Sold to the lovely Katherine Beckett, and may I say you got a steal my girl!" Kate smiles at Martha as she strolls confidently to the podium to pay. It would be a cold day in hell before she let Christina within a NY mile of Castle again.
"Don't gloat Castle, it doesn't become you," she says as she hears him approach her from behind.
"And what dare say will I be expected to perform for $5,500, my dear detective?" He growls low and deep in her ear.
She spins quickly to face him, her lips just a whispers breath away from his. Her bright hazel eyes bore heatedly into his cerulean blue. "So very, very, much Castle." She reaches down, fists the shirt in her hand and kisses him hungrily. "and I expect you to make sure I get my money's worth."
She walks to the table to pay, leaving him completely dumbfounded. He watches as she walks away, her hips swaying just a little more than necessary for his benefit. He runs his tongue over his lips and watches transfixed at the swing of her hips.
Once she's finished paying she fingers the receipt over her shoulder and beckons him with her eyes. He follows behind her down the long corridor. She stops beside a door and waits for him to catch up.
"Start earning your keep Writer Boy," she demands as he plasters her roughly against the wall. Her right leg curling up against his hip as he molds his body perfectly against hers. Her nails raking down his back as she opens for him.
She curls her hand around the doorknob and slithers into the dark supply room. There's just enough light to distinguish the hanging light bulb with it's dangling cord in the middle of the tiny room. She pulls the cord as he closes the door behind him and corners her against the metal shelving.
Castle's been on edge since he watched her walk out of their bedroom in that sinful dress. The anticipation has been overwhelming at best and downright painful at it's worse.
His fingers tangle in the mass of chocolate curls at the back of her head and exposing the soft porcelain curve of her neck to him. She moans as his teeth rake over the sensitive hollow at the juncture of her neck.
The clasp behind her neck comes loose and the front of the dress caresses her body as it falls away, baring beautifully formed, flushed breasts with deliciously, darkened, chocolate drop nipples. His eyes darken as she arches her back, offering them to him.
"Please touch me, Castle." She begs as her hips undulate against him, seeking relief from the torrent storm building inside her. His tongue circles and flicks the darken nipple before drawing it roughly between his teeth. He growls as his tongue dances upon the taunt nipple, making her shiver with need.
His free hand shimmers down her body to where the dress has crumbled around her hips. One small flick and the soft, silky material pools around her signature sexy heels, leaving her gloriously naked except for the tiny scrap of lace barely covering her.
He snakes three fingers around the tiny thread at her hips and rips it soundly from her body. Eliciting a startled moan from her. She stands there desperate for him to touch her, as his eyes caress the length of her body.
His lips crash against her devouring her like a man starving for nourishment. His lips trail down her body as she tries to divest him from his clothes. He pushes her away.
"Not yet," he growls as he wraps his arm under her thigh and lifts it, placing her foot against a shelf, as he kneels before her.
His name escapes her as if in a prayer, as his warm breath scatters against her wetness. Nuzzling his nose between her folds he teases her. The tension is insurmountable, she feels like the first touch will render her useless. The ache low in her body demands attention.
When his tongue finally skims over her swollen over sensitized flesh her body tenses. She tries desperately to extend the ecstasy coursing through her veins. Fisting her hands in his hair she desperately tries to reach for any part of him.
When his lips draw the nub between his teeth and suck, her world shatters brilliantly around her. Her legs buckle slightly as he relentlessly continues to extend her pleasure.
She kisses him hungrily as he returns to his feet, and hands her the dress. She wants to undress him and have her way with him, but he has other plans.
"We need to get back out there, before we're missed." He brushes a finger across her nipple causing her to gasp. "Sorry about the underwear, but now I'll be able to feel you when we dance. I have plans for you, Kate."
He turns and disappears through the door leaving her naked and wanting in the supply closet. She dresses quickly and sneaks out of the closet and into the ladies room to touch up her hair. She'll freshen her makeup when she gets back to her bag at the table. As she walks into the ballroom she spots him speaking to the Mayor.
"If it's war you want Castle, then a war you will get." She whispers to herself. "This is going to be an interesting night."
TBC
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