Part III

Booth considered for a moment through the fuzziness that he was treading into dangerous territory. Bones was a strong woman, having proven herself on more than a few occasions. Her usually aloof staunchness had been replaced with descriptions he could never speak aloud. 'Vixen' would surely get him injured if the word were ever uttered. Right then, in that moment, it was too fitting.

Drenched in sweat and sex, Booth breathed in deeply, preparing for what was to come next. He knew she was ready, and her tugging at his hair derailed any remaining self control. Sliding up along her long body, he relished the heat radiating from her smooth skin. His erection bobbed against her thigh, drawing dangerously close to its target.

Without warning, her strong thighs clenched around his shoulders, and suddenly he was on his back. "Two can play this game Booth," her words were eerily lucid. 'Maybe it isn't just the drugs,' Booth allowed himself the fragile thought. He was in awe as he watched the still bound doctor hoist herself above his body, her hips gyrating against his legs. Bones' wetness seeped from her vagina, evidence of Booth's 'punishment.'

"Is this what you want, Booth?" she crooned. Even though she was still masterfully tied to the bed, he seemed to be the one in trouble. "You know, I came out that dress on for you. I knew you couldn't resist," her words dripped with sweet venom. The heat from her center was now hovering above his straining erection. Booth swore his heart stopped momentarily as a drop her fluid dripped onto the purple head. This woman was so arouse by his touch that her desire was flowing like a spring of everlasting life. Booth could die happy now.

"Do you know how many times I have sat through a terribly boring dinner, hoping you would call with a new case?" Bones inquired. "Sure the evening usually closes with a half-hearted orgasm and an 'I'll call you,' but lesser males never quite satisfy the hunger." Her words were becoming more emboldened as she sunk lower. Instead of taking him inside of her, Bones shifted her hips trailing her sex juices along the underside of his shaft.

Finally, "but you weren't wearing anything underneath. We were on a case." The words left his lips higher pitched than he had hoped. It wasn't the accusation he had anticipated, but rather a whine. He was answered with a smirk. "I was wearing panties and a bra before you called. Do you think I would go out like this to meet a complete stranger?" Lifting up again, Bones waited for a response. He couldn't say anything; it would either be a lie or an insult.

"Booth, I came out tonight without a shred of clothing under that dress because I like the idea of you 'catching me'," she confessed. Positioning herself above his swollen penis, she allowed the tip to press against the entrance of her sopping womanhood. "I never expected the drugs. I thought maybe you would notice in the truck if I let it ride up just a little too much," she slowly slid down his burning flesh. Bones' honesty only made him harder, growing ever larger inside of her.

"I think of you often; raw, nasty thoughts. You…fucking… me, pinned against the back of your black, government-issue vehicle. I imagine you taking me roughly, like the alpha male marking territory." The words were almost too honest. Booth world was spinning wildly out of control. He was buried entirely inside of her. 'How could her body feel so hot?' he wondered. "Tonight I saw how jealous you were when you realized I had come with nothing on. You thought it was for him, didn't you?" her clarity was alarming.

Booth was losing control, and needed to take it back. With every fiber of his being, he pulled them upright so she was situated on his lap, his penis incredibly deep inside of her. Her arms twisted awkwardly, still bound. With labored breaths, Bones began to ride him, using the leverage of their new position. "You're right. I was jealous," he seethed into her ear, nearly a whisper. "The idea that some asshole was going to have you, like this, drove me crazy. I needed to show you that you don't need them. Just me. If you want me to fuck you like some slut; then consider the pleasure all mine." His eyes were black with passion. He reached behind his head, releasing her wrists.

Shoving her off of him, a whimper tore for her lips at the sudden emptiness. Booth rolled her over onto her stomach, bottom high in the air. "Is this what you wanted, Dr. Brennan? At my mercy, your pussy open, begging for my cock?" he was yelling crudely now, and she didn't care. She should have cared; she should have protested his chauvinistic behavior. Instead, she lowered her head to the mattress, framed by her bent elbows. "Yes" she hissed between clenched teeth. "Show me I don't have to settle for lesser men anymore," it was a challenge.

Booth entered her unceremoniously. She was wet and waiting. Despite the vice-like grip of her vagina, he found no resistance. Draping over her, he covered her back with his chest, one arm wrapped around her waist for leverage and his free hand snaked beneath her body. There he found the core of her passion, rubbing her clitoris feverously as he pounded into her, almost violently. A long stream of curses emitted from Bones, but he wasn't satisfied. Taking his hand away, "You can't cum, until you scream my name." She arched back, trying to make contact, but failed. She wanted to see his face, but that's not how this game would be played tonight.

"Booth…fuck me. I want to cum on your cock," it was matter-of-fact, but the right words. His hand returned, busying itself with her clitoris. His rhythm hastened. Her first climax took him by surprise, shaking them both like it had done in the club. 'The club he thought. She was nearly naked in public for him. She wanted him.' Bones' orgasm pulled him in deeper than he could have imagined, as though she was trying to devour him. His name on her lips, she came again. And then again. It was wrong. It was sexist. It was submissive. It was nirvana.

Booth's own orgasm came faster than he had hoped. The hot boiling sensation in his testicles erupted fiercely, spraying her womb with his semen. The hot liquid overflowed from the apex of their union, a mixture their shared pleasure. He pumped into her until he grew soft. Releasing her body, Bones collapsed on the bed, shaking and spent. Overcome by the dizzying effect of the sex and drugs, Booth too fell into the safety of the disheveled bed.

Beneath a veil of chestnut curls, Bones smile widely and unabashed. "We should probably drink some water. Dehydration will set in quickly otherwise," she offered clinically. Booth expected nothing else, acknowledging slowly the pounding in his head. Looking at the tangle of limbs before him, he decided to retrieve beverages from the kitchen himself. The good doctor would not be up and about for some time yet.

Booth padded softly into other room, becoming aware of the sudden winter chill. "So, Bones, what do we do now?" he asked, hoping not to rain too much on their parade. "Well, I think anything else might need to wait until morning. I don't think I can go again quite yet," her answer was straight to the point. She missed the question's meaning, but it was enough for now. Returning with two glasses of water, Booth sat next to her on the bed. "You know that's not what I meant, Bones" he chuckled. She returned the gesture as she pulled herself erect next to him.

"The sex is good Booth. I don't see why we can't continue to enjoy each other. We're both great reproductive specimens. It's only natural that we continue to copulate," the logic was solid. He had to agree. "But what about…" she silenced him with a hand. "Don't. We'll figure it out as we go. Besides, there are other activities that should be explored and evaluated before any definitive resolutions are made," she finished the last gulp. For now he could live with that. Besides, Booth was curious about this fantasy involving his truck.