Chapter 4: Late for Work
SEX by Chris Brown is the closest I have to a song for this chapter. It's just because I felt a chapter like this was necessary. My stories are rated M for a reason. If you aren't into mature, skip this chapter. As for my fans that adore the erotic foreplay, etc between Caskett. ENJOY.
Castle leaned against his desk chair staring at the laptop on his lap, the cursor teasing him menacingly. He was trying to come up with the next chapter of his Nikki Heat book, but nothing seemed to be coming to his mind except horny thoughts of his girlfriend getting ready for work. The deliciousness of her taste and the way she always shouted his name. He clicked the save button, and shut him laptop, wandering the hallway to his bedroom, careful not to awake their son in the next room.
She unrelentingly shuffled through the hues of various colors that were her clothes in the dresser. She never really had a problem choosing attire, but Kate wanted to make sure Castle loved the outfit - not that she felt he didn't check her out years ago when she didn't dress for him, or at least that's what he thought. She didn't even believe she could come to the acceptance that after a few cases with his flirtatious ways, she may or may not have changed her style up a bit to keep his attention.
She heard the door shut quietly, but was so into her nostalgia of the first few years with Mr. Richard Castle that she ignored it thinking it was the wind.
"Mmm, I think you look better without the shirt," snaking his arms around her shoulders, pressing a kiss on her temple, and slid his hand inside of the black laced bra she was wearing. She was busy shuffling through her dressers, flinging clothes out to the sides of her like something you'd see in the cartoons you'd wake up early to see on a Saturday morning.
"Castle, we have to go to work," she leaned her head into his neck while she whimpered as he palmed her breasts.
He slid in front of her, unclasping her bra, letting it pool at her feet, "We have an hour to go to the Precinct."
"Rick, I'm just…Oh, Castle," his mouth clasped around the soft, pinky flesh on her breast causing her to curl her finger around his thick hair. She couldn't contain the massive pleasure that was now going down South. The noises coming from her throat, the purring, the groans, the soft whimpers only made his jeans tighter. His touch was exceedingly sexy.
"You like that?" He growled in a throaty tone, pinching the now hard nipple between his teeth. He clamped down harder when she didn't answer. He wanted control. They both knew that lately they haven't had much sex because of the hectic events of dealing with Luke, their cases, and almost anything else that jumped at them on their obstacle course.
"Oh, God. Yes!" was finally tumbling from her lips, her head fell back, her hands grasped harder. Just the thought of him being in control, him touching her with no way of the ability of getting out of his grasp had her squirming.
Rick let go of the right nipple, moving toward the other and giving it as much attention as the previous one. He didn't want any skin exposed to feel left out. He made an audible pop with his withdrawal from the peaks, kissing her abdomen, sucking harshly below her belly button, biting down and swirling his tongue around the love bite.
"If we're going to do this, we need to pick up the pace," she whimpered again with another yank of his hair.
He didn't respond. He promptly lifted her off her feet, placing her onto the wooden floorboards, and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. When he came back down, hovering over her body, the only thing separating him from his ecstasy was the thong she had on. His fingers wrapped around the laced waistband.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What're you doing?" She just about screeched when she heard the lining tearing off.
"I promise I'll get you another pair," and with that, he ripped the thong in half, tossing it to the side to continue his majestic moves of pleasing her.
He pressed his mouth against her inner thigh. She bucked her hips against his face, begging him in motions to speed it up. Something about this one-person-and-the-other-person-dressed sex scenario turned her on even more.
"Rick, please. I need you," she begged saucily, pressing once again against him.
His erection poked and rubbed against the zipper of his slacks, making it painfully amazing to hear her beg. She tried to grab him, reaching down there, but he slapped her hand away lightly disregarding her hopes to get him off. But now she was begging - Kate Beckett rarely begged, but this caveman within him caused other things to draw closer begging to form. It was so erotic.
His mouth covered her clit in one slow motion, licking and swirling the cool center. His hands gripped her thighs down to keep her still.
"Oh, my God."
He removed a hand from her thigh, pushing his finger slightly through the pink folds of her lips and pulling them out rapidly. He repeated this motion in a teasing manner. Although, she should've felt awkward with her being the only one fully naked, she felt some sense of comfort because she knew it was with him.
"Please, Rick," she bucked her hips another time adjacent to his mouth. Her hips rolled with seduction.
His index and middle fingers pushing fully in to her pulsating heat. The stroking against her inner walls continuous sped up, bringing her towards cloud 9 with her legs in the arm, apart from one another. The long, soft, shaved legs that more often than not straddled him.
Her hips met his fingers, thrusting faster, harder, with a rhythmic wave of skin. And then he did one of the most erotic things he could of done. He pulled his fingers out, licking the wetness from them and groaned in pleasure before continuing his thrusting, swirling, and his damned good mouth. Man, the things he could achieve. With all that talking over the years, she could see why women swooned over him.
No, Kate! Stop thinking about his previous conquests. You're his girlfriend. You're the mother of his child. You're more important, she told herself going back to the blissfulness of his fingers.
He tore his mouth from the heaven between her legs. The taste of vanilla and cherries staining his tongue to look at her as he pleased her with his two fingers. And she's soaking wet. She feels like a deliciously tasting cherry ocean. The sound of his fingers thrusting in and out caused more whimpers. The sound filled the air.
"Cum for me, Kate," he whispered, speeding up his actions.
Kate felt it approaching. He got her off something fierce in his eyes. His domination made her want to release even more than usual. The contraction in her stomach grew stronger. Her body trembled beneath Rick's. She held it in for a few seconds longer before coming to her pleasure point the minute he hit that spot within her that no other man was able to reach. He ended up making exceedingly good use of all that pent up sexual energy that had built up over the weeks. And he wasn't even thrusting into her with his cock. He was using his hands! How was that even possible?
He was her one and done. She, a prisoner of love.
Anything was feasible with them.
And with that, she unconstrained the wave curling in the pit of her stomach. Her experience was filled with satisfaction. Content. She was at ease. He unrelentingly licked away the evidence of their sexual innuendo. Her head snapped to the phone on the bed that was now ringing in the air. She was so distant in her bliss that she forgot they were needed at work.
"Oh shit!" She scrambled to her feet, rushing to her cell phone, "Hello...Yes…We're on our way, Sir."
Rick pulled his sweatshirt back over his head, tucking the pulsing erection into his waistband in effort to conceal it. She shooed him to Luke's room to get him ready to stay with his redheaded mother.
"Nice to see you both made it to work," Esposito snickered across the room, slipping a fist bump to his bro, Ryan.
"Yeah, guys. Gates had a fit. You two are in trouble," pointing to the office in which Gates was looking down at rules and regulations with her glasses lynching off her nose.
They groaned in unison, walking to the office and knocking. Gates looked up at them, motioning them in and scolding them for being late. They both premeditated the lame justification to tell their superior (Well, Kate's boss. Castle was just following them around to help, and for "research"), and she understood how Lucas might have been having a fit and taking long to wake up and get ready for the day at Martha's. Plus, as long as they kept their personal business of her grounds, they were able to work together. She was fine with it, though, she wasn't the biggest fan of Castle. However, she respected him. Therefore, she excused them with a warning. They low-fived each other the minute they strolled out the office to the bullpen, walking past the two detectives -their jaws slacking- with a grin that reached from ear to ear.
"So, what do we have on the body?" Kate posed, looking at Castle from the corner of her eye with a stupid smile. The boys explained the crime scene in one breath, trying not to notice how off the love struck couple was acting.
Castle's eyes were slowly coming back from that dark bluish black horny look to the crystal blue orbs that made her giggle like a schoolgirl whom had her first crush on the playground.
After a quick nod to the Hispanic detective, she gave Castle a come-hither motion. He complied.
"I never got to please you this morning," his gasp hitched, she had just licked the rim of his ear hastily sufficient for the boys not to experience Mom and Dad's sexual innuendos in the workplace - especially with that going against Beckett's rules. "The storage closet is unlocked and we're not doing much right now, so…" her eyes suggestive. Her tone throaty.
They managed to get away from the boys, but were dragged back by Gates' complaints, "You two need to go catch this guy right now. You two were behind schedule and the others are looking for more evidence to pin this guy down."
As a result, their sexual vision in the closet would have to wait for a different time.
"Fuck," they growled in harmony; they hunched their shoulders and went down to the car.
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