Disclaimer: I never remember to do this but none of the characters are mine. Which means that what follows is highly unlikely to ever happen on screen.
This is PWP, you have been warned!
CASTLE CASTLE CASTLE
Buttons spilled across the floor as her nimble fingers caught either side of his shirt and yanked it open. Grinning, he kissed her hard on the mouth.
"I really liked that shirt…" he said between kisses and she pulled him further into the room, pushing the shirt off his shoulders.
"I'm sure you have one or two more," she said, unabashed, her hands going to his hair, pulling him down to her. He grimaced as she pulled at him and he pulled back from her.
"You know what, two can play this game." With that he whirled her around, catching her wrists between his hand and pushing her against the wall so that her back was to him.
"Castle!" she yelped at him as his tongue came down on her ear lobe, his teeth nipping at her as he ground his hips against her ass. Holding her hands tight between his, he leaned down and bit her where her neck met her shoulder, causing her to moan loudly and attempt to free her hands from his grasp but it was too tight. Instead, he reached up and switched hands, holding her tightly in his grasp while he ran his other hand down her spine onto her ass momentarily before replacing it once again with his own groin and letting his hand slip around onto her abdomen. He ground against her again, his lips on the back of her neck and he could hear her stifle a groan. He grinned.
"Come on Kate, let it out. I can hear you, feel you holding back on me." He nipped at her neck again, his tongue soothing over the bit marks as he made them. His free hand trailed across her stomach, toying with the hem of her shirt, slipping under it onto hot skin where he splayed his fingers across her, his little finger stopping just at the waist band of her jeans. Whimpering lightly, she tried to loosen her hands from his grip again but he simply chuckled and ground his painfully restrained erection against her again. This time she did moan aloud and he leaned down to whisper in her ear as his free hand fiddled with the buckle of her belt then the button on her jeans.
"Come on Kate. Say it for me. Tell me you need me. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you…." That drew another whimper from her as he unzipped her jeans and slipped his hand inside, over her panties.
"Rick…" she said in a breathy voice. He grinned, catching her lobe in his teeth again.
"That's it, tell me what you need, tell me how you want me to fuck you. Tell me how hard, how fast, how deep you like it…" His breath was coming in spurts now. Talking dirty always turned him on but even more so when he was imagining doing what he was talking about with her. As she began to speak, he teased her clit through her panties with his finger and she let out a shrill shriek.
"You like that?" he whispered in her ear and she nodded her head with a whimper.
"Tell me what you want Kate. Tell me what you like…" He was well aware that he was taking complete control here but he was also fully certain that she would be able to turn that around if she wanted to. He wondered if she liked to be dominated in this way. She'd so far been completely compliant.
"No," she said then suddenly and he half paused his ministrations.
"What?"
"No," she said again, "You tell me what you want to do to me…" she said, pulling her hands down the wall slightly to lay a soft nip of her teeth to the inside of his wrist. He groaned at that as he pulled his hand from her jeans.
"Oh Kate, you have no idea what I want to do to you. You can't even begin to imagine…" He slipped his hand back into her jeans, under her panties this time and felt her body tense as his index finger found her clit and tweaked it slightly. Her body jerked in reaction.
"Well, why don't you quit stalling and tell me?" she said between gasps. He grinned into the back of her neck.
"Oh I will." Suddenly they were moving. Her hands were still trapped in his as he manoeuvred them across the living room, into his study where he stopped to close and lock the door before pushing her on towards the big, mahogany desk that usually housed his laptop and notes. Tonight it was suspiciously clear.
"You been planning this or something Castle?" she teased as his finger once again brushed over her bare clit.
"Only since the day I met you," he said, finally allowing her to turn around and face him but not yet releasing her hands. He pushed her back until she was sitting on his desk, legs parted and he standing between them. It was then that he released her hands and pulled her blouse over her head.
"I've had dreams about taking you on this desk," he said, dropping his head to her chest as his hands worked on the clasp of her bra. As it loosened he pulled it away from her and paused for just a split second to take in her perfect chest before he had a nipple in his mouth.
"You have no idea," he said between kisses, as his hands worked on pulling her jeans off of her legs. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this. I've had dreams of you, lying flat out on this desk wearing nothing, with my head between your legs and you are so, so wet…much like you are now," he added as his hand settled between her legs, his mouth around her belly button, tongue slowly moving down her body. She was lying back on his desk, her hips writhing beneath him but he brought one arm up to drape across her stomach to hold her down. With his free hand he pulled her panties from her and let his tongue dip between her legs to taste her. Her howl of approval was like church music, signalling a second coming or a time to worship. She tasted divine and she was soaking. He pushed his face in further and ran his tongue up and down her folds a few times before slipping it inside of her, his spare hands coming up to thumb her clitoris as he did. He could feel her rising, her hips bucking harder and he switched his movements, instead latching his tongue and lips onto her clit and slipping two fingers inside of her. The change of texture on her clit brought her over the edge and she spent the next five minutes convulsing around his tongue which he had failed to cease using.
"Oh my god…." She whimpered as she came down from her high. Castle directed a long lapping of his tongue along her folds again and she once again came undone. Grinning up at her, he pulled her to the edge of the table and finally kissed her on the mouth, the taste of her mingling with the red wine they had drank earlier.
"It's so weird hearing you swear," she said against his lips. He smirked as he nipped at her lower lip.
"But it turns you on," he countered and she nodded her head.
"Yeah, it does. It normally wouldn't but with you…" she trailed off and he looked up at her, his shirt still hanging open across his broad chest. He smirked again and stepped back to pull her to her feet.
"I think we should take this somewhere more comfortable don't you?" he said smugly, his hands reaching down to her hips, pulling her flush against him and kissing her again. She chuckled and nodded.
"Yeah and you need to be wearing less clothes," she added as he slowly walked her backwards towards his room, one hand holding the small of her back. He felt for the light switch as the stepped inside before sitting down on the bed, pulling her down with him.
She pushed him back, climbing on top and straddling him. He smiled up at her before she reached down, grabbing his shirt lapels and pulled him up to face her. He grinned, shifting his position slightly and leaning in to catch her lips with his.
"Well, now that I know you swear Castle, maybe you should figure out whether I do," she said suggestively and he let his hands run down onto her bare thighs before expertly flipping her over onto her back and covering her mouth with his.
"Oh trust me Kate. By the time I'm finished with you tonight, you'll be speaking totally different languages," he grinned down at her and covered her mouth and body with his.
CASTLE CASTLE CASTLE
Just a little something I found on an old hard Drive. Polished it off and decided to put myself at the reviewers mercy. Be gentle.
