TITLE: Just Can't Get Enough
AUTHOR: bolly69
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or concept; they belong to the BBC/Ashley/Matthew, etc.
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This is an M rating, please do not read on if you're easily offended by sex and/or strong language.
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Chapter 3
Saturday
Alex woke as the first glimpses of daylight crept around the curtains; she had slept well, wrapped in Gene's arms in the wonderful bed they had eventually managed to crawl into as the dying embers of the fire faded away; they hadn't even opened the bottle of bubbly that was still in the ice bucket; their exquisite love making had satiated them both; She smiled as she realised what had woken her; Gene was positioned between her legs, his hot breath and stubble were on her thighs again, fingers and tongue probing. She glanced down and watched his blonde hair bobbing slowly between her legs, a turn-on in itself never mind how it felt. She stretched out and touched his head gently, "'morning Gene..." she whispered.
His piercing blue eyes peeked over her soft curls, damn he looked sexy there, "'morning love..." his words were breathed hot into her, making her shiver and moan. His eyes crinkled into a smile before lowering his head and continuing where he had left off; tongue softly caressing her clit and fingers moving in her; sensations blending into one, sending her head spiralling yet again. Her orgasm was a tender but intense wave, rippling through her limbs, a languid ride she never wanted to stop.
Gene crawled up the bed to lie next to her, gathering her up in his arms he gently placed a kiss on her nose. Alex opened her eyes and smiled at him, gradually coming back down to earth. She kissed his elegant pouty mouth slowly, tasting herself on his lips again; she would never tire of this.
She whispered, "Your turn now Gene..." and pushed him back onto the soft pillows. Leaving him with eyes wide she made her way slowly down his body, planting light kisses as she went. His cock was already hard and twitched appreciatively as she advanced, she smiled, liking the effect she had on him. Kneeling between his long legs, she bent her head down to his cock and slowly circled his tip with her tongue, causing him to twitch more. Closing her lips around the head she lightly sucked, all the time flicking with her tongue causing Gene to sigh above her, "... Alex...".
Pausing, she looked up at him, huge hazel orbs glistening above perfect pink lips wrapped around his hard cock; he almost came right then with the sight of her; his breath caught, almost stopped, as he watched her, he had to fight to regain control. She took him deeper into her mouth, in and out, over and over, her fingers tracing delicate lines down his thighs and across his balls, tugging and kneading in time with her head movements. Gene watched her moving on him, felt her lick and touch him, sucking and teasing. Christ, was this what heaven felt like; the perfect blow job? Now there's a thought. His hips bucked involuntarily and with an involuntary thrust into her warm mouth he came, his fingers twisting in her hair, "Alex... love... oh fuck... Aaaahhhhh...".
She drained him, swallowing, owning him; relishing the power she had wielded over this lion of a man. Looking up at him she watched him trying to recover, breathing hard, trembling, beads of sweat on his brow. She curled into his side and he dragged an arm around her; she lay there just listening to his breaths, watching the fall and rise of his chest; happy to do no more than that.
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Deciding it was still early enough to avoid bumping into the rest of the team, Gene dressed in his suit trousers and shirt from the previous night, intending to collect his belongings from the other room; it wouldn't take him long as he had only unpacked his shaving gear and toothbrush. He awkwardly offered to get Alex's things too, the thought of him going through her drawers both exciting him and filling him with dread. Alex blushed, and declined his offer; explaining feebly she'd get them herself later, but she asked him to bring her toiletries from the bathroom, and her jeans and a sweater, giving him instructions on where to find them; then remembering the events of the night before, she added timidly that she did actually need fresh underwear, otherwise she'd have to go commando.
As much as that thought excited him greatly, he played it down, "Okay. I can get them for you" then noticing her embarrassment, "Alex, I've taken your knickers off, seen what's under them, seen you; I hope to be doing it a lot more an' all. Don't be embarrassed with me love; not with the Gene-Genie" he bent over the bed and kissed her, instantly making her feel less self conscious. She smiled thankfully back at him.
He returned in minutes, carrying his holdall. He opened it and removed her things, placing them carefully on the sofa. Alex was still relaxing dreamily in the four poster bed, lazily watching him sort his clothes and toiletries; liking what she saw.
Gene left Alex 'ligging in bed' as he put it, and took a quick shower. He dressed casually in jeans and shirt, looking wonderful Alex noticed, and went to reception to find out where the course would be. He found Ray hanging around there looking miserable.
"Raymondo. You look a cheery bastard this morning. Not get lucky last night then?"
"No I bloody didn't. And I don't know why you look so bloody happy today, you missed a right show in the bar last night. Where the 'ell did you and Drake get to?"
"For your information Raymondo, the sodding heating was on the blink in our wing of this flaming hotel, so we spent hours trying to be re-homed. Anyway, what went on?" Gene thought he covered their absence quite well, without giving too many details away.
"The DCI from Southwark got pissed and was insulting everyone in sight. He ended up throwing up all over that old dragon from Camberwell nick and his team had to carry him out. Oh, and we're bloody well snowed in here today, and the useless course leaders are snowed out. They're not gonna get here so there's not gonna be a bloody course at all. We're stuck here."
"What? Bloody 'ell! Do Chris and Shaz know?"
"Yeah, they've just gone in to breakfast and are planning a lovey-dovey day together. You coming in for a Full English? Walthamstow CID have just gone in, you'll know some of them from that bakery robbery last year, they're good blokes. We have free food and drink all weekend apparently, and use of the pool. Some bloody consolation; I'll probably just get pissed."
"No, I er, I'd better let DI Drake know and make a few calls to the station. I'll grab something later. Isn't Walthamstow where that busty Brenda is from?" with a hearty laugh and a slap on Ray's back, Gene headed to the desk.
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Alex stretched her limbs out across the huge bed, thinking of all that had happened that morning and the night before, still not daring to believe it was real; although she could still smell him on her face and hands, along with traces of her own pleasure, transferred from his mouth; sparking stronger memories that caused her stomach to spin gloriously; of him licking her to orgasm, and her sucking him to oblivion. She delighted in how relaxed and utterly, utterly shagged she felt; not to mention how loved she felt; Gene had run a deep hot bubble bath for her before he left the bedroom, planting a kiss on her head as she remained in their bed. Their bed. That made her smile. She shivered and walked shakily to the bathroom.
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Wrapped in a white towelling robe, Alex was sitting at the dressing table drying her hair when Gene arrived back with a well stocked breakfast tray of tea, juice, croissants, and yoghurt. Alex looked over to him, surprised.
"Mm, DCI Hunt, you spoil me" her face was bright and polished.
"What d'you mean? This is my breakfast..." he laughed and moved the tray out of her reach, "took all of my persuasive powers to get the staff to put this up for me"
Alex squealed and jumped up to grab a warm croissant.
"I'll need payment to share my tray with you DI Drake"
"Well, I'll see what it's worth DCI Hunt, let me think about it during the course this morning"
"Oh, you'll have to think faster than that, there isn't going to be a course. A bloody blizzard through night put an end to that. Didn't notice it myself" he raised his eyebrows and grinned, "Anyway, you could make an instant payment now, or I could accept instalments throughout the day..."
"What? Are you serious? No course? Oh my God, what's everyone going to do?" then in a calmer voice, "What did you tell them about our rooms?"
"Not much, they don't need to know. We have the run of the hotel, pool, bar, and restaurant, all the staff are stuck here with us too. And I don't give a monkey's what everyone's gonna do, I'm just interested in what we're gonna do; all day... all night..."
He placed the tray on the bed and took Alex in his arms, tousling her still damp hair, and nuzzling into her neck, breathing in that sweet fruity scent she always had about her. She melted in his strong arms, mind racing with the possibilities for the remainder of their stay.
They leisurely worked their way through the breakfast items and tea, propped up on pillows on the bed, before Gene moved over to peak at Alex's breasts under her robe that had slipped slightly, a low growl escaping from his lips.
"Excuse me Mr Hunt, I am still here you know!"
"Just admiring the view, Lady Bolls. I've only had to imagine this before now, at least let me feast my eyes now I can"
"Mm, so that's what you've been thinking while watching me from your office. I thought you just wanted your pound of flesh out of me"
"Quite a bit more than a pound each I would have thought..." his eyebrows did the waggle and he laughed.
Alex feigned shock, but grabbed his hand, and pushed it onto her left breast, finding his mouth with hers and kissed him deeply. When they finally stopped kissing, they lay watching each other, Alex toying with his fringe.
"You came back before I finished getting ready, my make-up's only half done"
"You look even more beautiful without it" he paused, "take it off Bolls" Gene whispered, lifting his head and looking into her eyes.
"My make-up?... Why?"
"Wanna see you Alex, wanna really see you..."
She moved to the dressing table and slowly removed what little make-up she had applied; he watched her intently in the mirror as he sprawled on the bed, smouldering passion in his eyes. Once done, she walked back to the bed, his waiting hand pulling her down onto him, parting her robe as he did so, exposing her to him.
"Not fair" she breathed, "you're still fully dressed"
"We can soon alter that..." he wriggled out of his jeans and boxers, his shirt hastily followed, "you appear to be more dressed than me now Bolls. Off with the robe..."
Alex shrugged the towelling robe off, both of them completely naked and exposed to one another. Gene pulled her back on top of him, his mouth working its way over her breasts and up to her lips, she repositioned herself over him, on her elbows and knees, skin on skin, placing kisses along his neck. She moved until her clit caught his cock, bobbing just for her. With small movements enough for both of them, she rolled her hips, the slightest contact between the head of his cock and her swollen clit giving exquisite pleasure. Her lips brushed feather-light kisses on his, noses glancing, resting foreheads together; his stubble grazed her skin, delicious fire. His hands pushed her hips until his cock was twitching, teasing at her entrance. She gasped, wanting to hold off but so wanting him to fill her again. He sensed what she wanted, and suddenly his hands were on her, probing, searching. She lifted to a sitting position and lowered herself onto him, her hands on his long legs behind her to steady herself, gasping again with the astonishing sensation of being filled completely by him. Moving in a slow rhythm with small delicious mewls coming from her, Gene could do nothing but watch, couldn't take his eyes off her; her beautiful face flushed pink with desire, her perfect mouth forming O's with pleasure, her eyes closed in reverence. And still his fingers explored, one hand working her breast, kneading and tweaking her nipple, the other grasping her peachy arse, moving along her hip, and into her dark triangle, to own her clit, spiralling her to raptures.
Her breathing became short and gasping, she was close, "Oh... Gene... gonna come... gonna... ohhhh... Geeeeennne..." orgasm ripped through her body, her muscles clamping him in, sending him with her.
"Aaahh Alex... oh fuck... Aleeeexxxxxxx..."
Alex collapsed onto him, both of them breathing hard and covered in a fine layer of perspiration.
"Christ Alex, you may just kill me at this rate" Gene panted into her hair.
Alex was almost breathless, "Well, Gene... we better make sure... you keep your strength up... I have no intention of easing up..."
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Eventually prying themselves apart, Alex and Gene dressed and headed off in different directions; Alex going to collect the rest of her things from the other room and then to find Shaz, mainly to give her the cover story about the rooms and what they'd be up to during the day; they had come up with a plan to say they would be spending the spare time discussing a couple of ongoing cases that were still open. At least that would allow them to be alone together for some time. Gene sought out Ray in the bar and had a couple drinks with him and the Walthamstow team; Ray actually seemed to be making headway with busty Brenda!
Meeting with the rest of the team back in the restaurant for lunch, they chatted cordially and engaged with officers from other stations. Alex excused herself after a while, leaving Gene to chat some more. He found her again in the foyer, and she surprised him with a plastic bag, emblazoned with the hotel logo.
"Now then, Bolls, been buying me gifts?"
"Sort of. Have a look. I guessed your size..."
Gene opened the bag and glanced inside, "Shorts? It's a bleedin' blizzard outside woman, don't think I'll be wearing these anytime soon. And I hope you guessed large..."
She arched an eyebrow, "Extra large in the important area I think... They're swimming shorts actually Gene. I got a two-piece suit too, so we can go for a swim"
"A swim? With you in a bikini? Bloody 'ell Bolls, I hope they don't throw me out for having three legs..."
She hit his arm, but laughed, "Gene! It's meant to be a relaxing swim, although there is a Jacuzzi and a sauna, much more, er, intimate than a pool..."
"Christ Bolls, I've got a raging hard-on before we're even in there..." he whispered loudly, barely able to contain himself.
"Mm, you may need someone to look at that DCI Hunt, someone who knows how best to treat it..." she laughed, walking away swinging her hips for his benefit. He groaned and followed slowly.
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Thanks for reading! ;-)
And even more to come...
Thanks to Ash & Matt for giving us fantastic characters to play with, to whatever ends…
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