The Old Haunt II
Castle looked down at Kate, not doing anything. Kate started to pant, lips parted. Having Castle this close, and not have him touch her was torture. After what seemed like forever, Kate begged, "Rick, please".
With Kate's desperate words, Castle grabbed the sides of her head and crushed her lips with his own, trying to consume her. Her mouth tasted of red wine and her very own sweetness and Castle could not get enough of her. Kate clutched at Castle's broad shoulders, ran her fingers through his hair, held on for dear life.
Suddenly Castle pulled away from the kiss, leaving them both panting, Kate's eyes were still closed, trying to catch her breath. Castle took Kate's hand and when she opened her eyes, pulled her to her feet. Before he could do anything, Kate put her hand on Castle's chest and pushed him backward, her eyes never leaving his. When he bumped into the shelf that held the old glass and pewter pitchers from the old office, Kate slid her hand down to the front of his pants and rubbed his erection through the fabric slowly, up and down it's length. Kate could feel the ridges of Castle's erection on her fingers, and she alternated rubbing him and squeezing along it's rather impressive length and girth, eliciting a muttered oath from Castle.
Castle lifted his hand to the left strap of Kate's dress and pulled it down her arm, dipping his head to follow it with wet, open mouthed kisses, making her shiver. He then impatiently dragged down the dress from Kate's body, forcing her to stop. Castle held Kate's hip, eyes moving up and down her body. She wore nothing except sheer black cheekies and her heels.
With dark eyes Castle pulled Kate by the elbow, crushed her to his chest and kissed her roughly. With impatient fingers, Kate tugged at Castle's belt, popped the button, unzipped his pants and shoved her hand in to wrap her cold hands around Castle's hardness, firmly massaging every hot, velvety inch.
Castle tensed and groaned loudly. Two can play at that game. He grabbed Kate's ass with one hand and with the other, rubbed her folds through her underwear. "God Kate, you're dripping wet!", he groaned into her ear. In response, Kate ground herself into Castle's hand. "That's because of you" Kate let out a throaty moan when Castle pulled the garment aside and searched for her clit with insistent fingers. When he found it, he rubbed it in slow circles, loving how Kate did not tear her eyes away from his, each panting breath from her open mouth fanning his face. Kate's knees threatened to buckle beneath her when Castle slowly pushed a thick finger into her wetness so she threw an arm around Castle's shoulder and held on while they rubbed, tugged and pushed at each other.
Kate's laboured breaths became louder and sexier that Castle was worried that Sam would come down to check on them. He pushed away from the shelf that helped support them both and led Kate toward the desk. He stopped when the back of Kate's legs were pushed against it, all the while she popped each button of his shirt, she desperately wanted to feel his smooth, hot chest on her. Before she got to the last 2 buttons at the bottom of his shirt, he bent, and pressed a button on the underside of the desk, immediately after, the door to the basement office closed quietly.
Kate watched Castle impatiently. When he straightened, she pushed him roughly to the leather chair behind him. Ooof! Castle let out a surprised breath as he plopped down. When he looked up, Kate was standing in front of him, hands on her hips, her chest heaving, eyes dark from want.
