Okay... wow! Thank you for the response in such short notice! I'm blushing a bit because... yeah. You know why.
So, this is part 2. It can be continued and it can't. Don't know if it's time to stop.
Enjoy! And be openminded...
A/N: I just made a few changes, you might want to check again.
Lemme know what u think.
His lips find her nerve ready, swollen and hard. And for his ruin extremely sensitive.
The gun is pressing harshly his head into her, rubbing his stubble on her and her heel on his back is getting him off balance. But none of this matters, really.
He's got his mouth around her, burying his face in her and the taste of her will linger on his lips forever. He hopes her finger isn't on the trigger or else he's in trouble. She moaning his name and pressing him harder into her – and the fact he can't breathe isn't bothering him right now, maybe in a few seconds.
He grasps his tongue on her with no mercy, nipping at her and fucking her with his tongue now and then. She's so wet for him and he wish he could fuck her until she came undone beneath his lips, but he always got this death wish clouding his thoughts, so he withdrew his tongue and lips from her, against his will, and still his face's movements.
"Castle!" She barks, grabbing a handful of his hair and dragging him forward.
She sits on the mattress and pulls him forward until his knees bumps on the bed's foot. She lets him sit on his heels and lets him go.
"You asked for this, Castle." He licks his lips as an answer and tries so very hard to lose the track of her scent.
She grabs the hair on the back of his head and pulls his head back licking every trace of her from his face, attacking his mouth with such force and lust she almost comes right there and then. And when he tries to take over the kiss she lets him go without a warning.
He's panting hard, lungs heavy and intoxicated. Not in his wildest dreams he thought she could be hot like this.
She sits back on the bed and pushes the gun into his lips, waiting for him to open his mouth. He does and she pushes the gun in ordering him to suck on it.
His tongue lavishes the gun in his mouth and their gaze lock together. The gun is being withdrawn from his mouth and she drags it across her thighs, spreading his hot saliva on her shivered skin, closing caption on her groin, her swollen lips and her entrance.
It's thick, just like him she imagines.
It's hot, just like his tongue.
It's hard, just like he is.
It's fucking her, just like he's not.
She pushes the gun in with no trouble it glides through her slick liquid. It's a mix of hot and cool and it's really good. She pushes her legs wide apart and rests her heels on the mattress giving him full view of her ministration.
She has this evil smirk, like she's going to eat him alive, while she fucks herself with her gun never breaking their locked gaze. His throat bobs with his thick saliva, tasting her in his tongue, breathing in her scent and the gun moves deeper with each thrust and –
It's being dragged out.
His eyes widen, don't stop he means to plea but it would be no good. The now hot metal glides across her chest and she sucks on it, letting him watch the wonders her tongue can do. And she just loves her taste, moaning as she sucks her bottom lip in, swallowing every bit of her taste.
The gun is wiped clean – and she sure does give it an entirely new meaning.
She pulls him up by the neck, with a tight grasp and tosses the gun aside. Seeing it makes him take a deep breath but it doesn't last long as her hand finds him and barely touching it his pre-cum spills on her thighs.
She chuckles "Needy, huh?" and she gently strokes him bringing him closer to her. His weight is heavy over her with his hands cuffed on his back.
She places him at her entrance spreading her juices with his head and squeezes his balls to buckle his knees – it works – and he slides in deeply into her. His growl awakes every demon on her body and her eyes flutter shut.
"Now… that would be too easy, wouldn't it?" She hisses, her voice barely failing her as she pushes him out of her just when his hips twitches wanting to move.
He grunts a protest but doesn't have the strength to fight it, standing right in front of her with his cock pointed to her face. She leans into him, opening her mouth but not taking him in. He looks down and pushes hips cock into her mouth involuntarily and she winces back avoiding his move.
Another chuckle leaves her mouth so very very close to him her hot breath tickling his head. She holds his hips on place, opens her mouth wide and takes him in without touching him at all. He can feel the heat emanating from her mouth around him, he can feel the wetness, but except from her fluids his cock is dry.
She stands up and walks around him. The gun is back and slides down his spine as she orders "On your knees again."
Reluctantly he obliges, his cock painfully aroused, thighs clenching and one step away from coming. She pushes his head down on the mattress and walks over to her nightstand, taking a condom from the drawer.
He sighs in relief, because he can't take much more aroused like this. Only his head and shoulders are rested on the mattress, the rest of his body is maybe 12 or 14 inches from the bed. And so she slides the condom onto the gun, fucks her once with it to get her wetness and she walks over to him, positioning herself behind him.
She won't fuck him unless he shows some interest in doing it.
And she slides it over his ass, making his hips jerk. This is seriously turning him on against his will and she gets it. So she places the gun at his entrance, feeling his body stiffens and she presses the gun to his hole, never thrusting in. And then she slides it beneath him, pushing his balls under his cock as her body aligns with his.
She drops the gun and buckles her hips into his butt once, slides her arms around him finding his groin and pressing it down "I'm gonna make you come for me, Castle." She hisses into his ear, enjoying the jerk of his body in response. His fingers finds her core and make some pressure on it, rubbing it as he can manage and finally, thrusts one finger inside her.
She orders him to turn around, face the air and he does, letting her body between him and the side of the bed. So she presses his groin down and presses her body into his, thrusting him with her core, vibrating her hips while she keeps putting on pressure to his groin. She grabs him hard and immediately starts to pump him like a pro.
Hard at the base and gently by the head, to where she takes especial attention. His groans come from deep inside, like a possessed animal, arching his body - contracting all his muscles trying to free himself and just fuck her senseless because right now she's the one fucking him - and she's really good at it.
The faster she pumps the harder he gets, stiffening his body in delight and pain, because he's fucking air with the hottest women he's even laid eyes on pumping his cock better than he does to himself. He's bending forward and she's leaning into him with her hands wisely positioned.
His hand's heel is pressing down on her core, fucking her with his finger with his hand stilled. She's rubbing herself on him and fucking him at the same time. "Come for me, Castle" She moans into his ear making his hips jerk up, trying to find something to thrust into, and finding nothing. And she keeps moving until he gives and growls "I'm coming!".
She pumps him like there's no tomorrow untill she can see his seed spilling out, and then, just then, she changes the pump and squeezes his balls with the other hand riding him through his wave and out of it. Her touch is hard, hard enough, sure. She can feel his thighs contracting and his throbbing cock under her fingers. His body is tense, sweaty and this smell... so manly and hot. The air is thick between them.
Seing his cum spilling up all over his body triggers her own orgasm and she comes with him, never stopping to thrust his hand on his butt with her core. He tries to get some air and groans loudly at the pressure on his balls. When he thinks he's done, she presses his groin harder with each thrust of her hips, still pumping him - riding him out of his wave. "I'm coming, Castle" she pants into his ear. His body tenses even more and he spills two more times.
With his cum all over his body he tries to even his breathing, tries hard to process that Kate just fucked him from behind without actually fucking him and it was the best orgasm he ever had in his life by far. But all he can feel now is her pulse with her hot juices on his hand. Her scream will be printed into his memory for good. Every second of this night, in fact. She slowly slips from under him and lets him rest to regain his force – she's not done with him yet.
She lets him breathe for a moment and lowers herself in all fours, apreading his cum over his skin and begins to lick his cum out of him drop by drop. She hums at his taste "Humm... you taste good. Taste like mine.", enjoying it as much as she tongue is hot, slick and slow. No rush in licking his body. And when she's done, she sucks the last drop from his head, gently rubbing her tongue under his sensitive spot.
She looks into his eyes and smiles softly, like if she's asking if he's okay and he smiles back, dozed still from lack of blood flowing to his brain. She reaches behind him and unclasps the cuffs. He isn't softening and she might just tell him tonight he's only hers.
"I hope you learned your lesson, Mr. Castle." Saying so, she turns her back to him and grabs him angling her hips.
"Kate - oh shit - I don't think I can come again" He hisses, trying to still her hips.
"Maybe not... but I can. And our buddy here seems to disagree with you." She pants and sinks down on his length "And I don't recall giving you permission to talk, Mr. Castle" She smirks.
