Back with another dish of smutty fun. This one is REALLY M, and I don't mean just a little bit. This one may be a bit more graphic and vulgar than others. I guess that might just depend on your personal preference or idea of what is graphic or not. Still, absolutely no one below 18. Please.

Watermelon

"I'm sorry Parker couldn't come visit you this weekend. I know how much it means to you when you get to spend time with him," Brennan said as she gently splashed water around her while she lounged on a floatation mat wearing a deep purple bikini that left Booth having to concentrate on other things so that he didn't openly appreciate her form too much. He was currently cutting some watermelon for them to snack on.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, too. I wish he could be here. I always think of Parker when we use your pool. It just isn't the same without him. Not since he starting asking the women in my life to sex me up so he could get a pool."

"I can't believe you didn't just ask him why he was asking. Then maybe he wouldn't have asked all of us. It would have saved you from worrying so much."

Brennan pulled herself up and out of the pool and walked over to where Booth sat at a table. They'd had a long week and were spending some time together on this hot and sticky Saturday since Booth didn't have Parker, nor did he have access to a pool.

"I didn't care why he was asking, Bones; the point is that an eight year old has no business knowing whether his dad is getting some or not."

"I thought you said that it was some gender role thing."

"No, that's what Sweets said."

"You talked to Sweets about this? You were better off just asking Parker in the first place."

"Tell me about it."

Booth took a healthy bite of watermelon and closed his eyes to savor the juices, but mostly to keep from staring at his partner's wet glistening body.

"Wait, Booth the seeds!"

"Too late, Bones," Booth said through a juicy mouthful. He swallowed, "Are you afraid a watermelon is going to grow in my tummy?"

"What? No, that's ridiculous. Although, mom used to tell Russ the same thing to get him to spit the seeds out. I don't understand the necessity to tell a scary lie to a child to deter certain behaviors."

Booth took another bite, seeds and all. He swished it around in his mouth for a second, and Brennan made a face at him.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Loading up."

He took another bite.

"What?" She asked.

He held up a finger, telling her to hold on as he did the same thing as before.

"Booth, what are you doing? Are you swallowing the seeds because while the growing in your stomach is a myth, it really isn't all that healthy to your digestive tract. Our bodies are unable to process the…"

Booth shook his head no, that he wasn't swallowing them.

"Then what are you doing?"

Booth smiled slightly as he prepared himself.

"Ready. Aim. Fire!" He yelled through the mouthful of seeds he'd gathered. Then he started spitting them out at her.

The seeds flew from his mouth and a few bounced off of her chest and shoulders before she got up and ran from him. He chased her around the pool, getting several disgruntled looks from the other guests at the pool as they whizzed by.

She rounded the table and he stood on the opposite side taunting her to go one way or the other. He centered himself and concentrated as he tried to spit one all the way across the table. It pelted her in the stomach right above the navel.

"BOOTH! STOP!" She shrieked.

He ran out of ammo quickly, and was forced to stop.

"Booth, that is gross. If you're going to shoot anything out of your body at me, I wouldn't want it to be that!"

This would be that moment in a movie where a sound rip is played and everyone freezes and stares on in disbelief at something that has just been revealed.

Booth had been taking another bite of watermelon as she said that to gear up for another round, and he froze with wide eyes and watermelon juice dripping down his face and off of his chin.

No way did she just say what he thought she said.

"Care to repeat that?" He asked with darkening chocolate eyes.

"No, not really. You heard me." Then she went on as if everything was normal. She grabbed herself a piece of the watermelon and sat on a lounge chair, taking a careful bite to avoid eating the seeds and to avoid the river of juice that came with each bite.

Get a grip, Seeley. Maybe she didn't mean it how it sounded. You know how she can be.

She glanced over at him as he continued eating his watermelon.

Brennan's heart sped up as she realized that she had really said that aloud instead of in her head, where she'd wanted it to stay.

He was watching her and she was watching him. She watched as the juices dripped from his chin and squirted around him when he ate the watermelon. She watched the juice drip down his chin and onto his bare tanned chest. She watched as the rivulets of juice dripped down over his pecks and down his abs before being soaked up by the material gathered at his narrow hips.

Her teeth, tongue, and lips worked around the flesh her own watermelon to expertly remove the seeds, unlike he'd been doing before. She was trying so hard to concentrate on the watermelon.

She caught his eyes.

He made a slurping sound, and she'd had enough.

She dropped her watermelon and grabbed their things, and she grabbed his arm, knocking away his watermelon as she beckoned him to come with her because as she put it, "that talented mouth had something else to eat."

Booth could not believe what was happening to him at that moment.

It's another brain tumor, right? There's no way in Hell, Bones just said that and meant it like…that!

Holy shit!

Was she going to suck him dry and let him shoot her with that something else from his body she referred to earlier? She had really said that, right?

Holy Mother of God!

Was his Bones going to let him return the favor and eat her pussy? That's certainly what it seemed. Surely, he didn't mistake two innuendos in a row.

She was the oblivious one in this partnership, not him.

He knew she could be clueless at times, but damn, there was no way that wasn't deliberate, and Booth didn't believe in coincidences.

Okay, okay; Booth didn't believe in coincidences in a murder investigation, but if he wasn't careful Bones was going to unintentionally kill him dead from words and thoughts alone.

Holy fuck!

He was growing so hard so fast that it was getting hard to walk.

They'd passed many other residents on the way up to her apartment with Booth strategically placing himself behind Brennan's purple bikini clad body to avoid the awkward "pervert" stare from the other people that was sure to come due to his current state of arousal.

He'd only had one thing going for him. He hadn't been in the pool yet, so his swimming trunks weren't wet and clinging to his body, making the situation worse.

Regardless of comfort, they both ran through her building to get to her apartment. Actually, it was more like Brennan was dragging Booth as he flailed his limbs to keep up with her run. He was sure that if she didn't practically have him by the balls at the moment, he'd still be standing back at the pool, drooling and dumbly staring off into space.

She dragged him onto the elevator, and waited for the doors to shut before dropping to her knees right in front of Booth. She had already whipped him out of his trunks when he stopped her.

"Bones, I'm really looking forward to this, but we need to wait. I am not going to get caught getting pleasured on an elevator in your building!"

"Don't worry, it'll just be a…preview. I just need a taste."

"Boooones! Oh, Jeeez-usss. Holy fuck!" Booth's knees nearly buckled as she closed her hot mouth around the head of his cock.

She grinned and teased the tip of his cock, lightly, with her teeth.

"S-sto-stop," Booth finally got the word out, albeit embarrassingly weak and squeaky, as the elevator dinged their arrival on her floor.

She tucked him back in, gave him a little pat, and stood back up to his level with a wicked grin while licking her lips.

"Boothy," she said of his taste.

The doors opened, and this time he grabbed her and dragged her the rest of the way to her door.

He slammed the door shut behind them and swooped her up and took her into her bedroom, a place he'd only been a few times to bring her soup when she was sick or to help her before that when Howard Epps had broken into her apartment and tried to go after her.

He dropped her on the bed and she giggled.

Bones fucking giggled!

He'd never heard such a delightful sound from that woman. He vowed from then on to make that happen as much as humanly possible.

He brought his hands to the ties at her hips on the purple bikini bottoms she wore.

"Are you sure, about this, Bones, because I'm an all or nothing kinda guy and you know that. Once this happens there's no going back."

"Booth! Just cross the damn line, already! I did, and don't tell me it didn't leave you wanting to erase the line completely."

"Line?"

"After Epps poisoned Cam and you broke up with her to keep her safe, you said that there was a line, that certain people just shouldn't date because—"

"Oh, I did say that, didn't I? That was pretty dumb of me. Okay, consider the line gone." He tugged the strings and pulled the material from around her hips.

She helped him remove her top.

He sat back and appreciated her body, this time without worry of being caught.

"God, you're hot, Bones. So beautiful," he said as he lunged forward catching himself before landing on her.

She stared into his eyes. "Booth, as a male, you're genetically encoded to be attracted to an ideal female specimen of our species. It is unnecessary to tell me I'm beautiful, as I know that an alpha male of your physical and intellectual status would not settle for anything less than the best possible choice of a mate. Which tells me that—"

He placed a finger on her lips. "You talk too much."

He brought his face up to hers and gazed into her eyes. His eyes twinkled as he turned up his charm, "but the whole squint thing, it's just another thing I lo—" He cut himself off, realizing that she may not be ready for the L word in any capacity.

"That you what, Booth?" Her eyes begged him to continue. Maybe she couldn't be as liberal with the concept of love as he could, but that is truly one of the things she loved about him. His devotion and loyalty regarding his beliefs and love. She knew he was about to say the word love, and she didn't want him to censor himself because she wasn't likely to do the same. Her eyes begged him to continue.

Reading her like an open book, he continued, "It's one of the things I love about you."

She nodded and returned his smile. "Now, no more talking. Your mouth has some business to take care of."

He chuckled at her demanding and desperate tone.

Before getting right down to what she wanted, he brought their lips together in a hot passionate kiss.

"No turning back, Bones."

"No turning back," she repeated as he moved his head lower trailing his hot open mouth down her chest. He stopped briefly to appreciate her breasts and nipples. Seeley Booth was a boob man after all, so he couldn't pass up the small detour on his way down to the Promised Land.

He dipped his tongue in and out of her navel suggestively a few times before trailing even lower. The sensation on her lower abdomen tickled her slightly, eliciting another round of small giggles from her. The sound caused Booth to smile as he kissed around her hipbones and crept lower.

She spread her legs and welcomed him to the Promised Land with an impatient shove from her hand to the back of his head, sending his lips crashing down right onto her pussy.

Seeley Booth had found the Holy Grail.

He moaned in delight at her musky scent and taste. She had been buttery wet before he'd even reached his target.

Hey licked and slurped at her juices just as he had the watermelon juices as he teased her folds and most sensitive areas with his tongue and teeth. He leaned back a second as Brennan toyed with the hair on his head. He blew cool air on her before covering it once more with his hotter than fire mouth.

She whimpered and flooded his mouth at the sensation. He inserted two fingers and curled them up to tease her g-spot. The nearly instant flutters around his fingers told him she was so close already and he was just beginning, so he backed off slightly wanting to prolong the build to her delight.

She immediately growled her disapproval.

"Why did you stop?"

"I didn't stop."

"You might as well have."

"I just want to extend your pleasure."

"Do it later. I need a release now. I need a release like Charlie Sheen needs rehab."

"You know who Charlie Sheen is?" He laughed at the absurdity and continued to tease her labia with his fingers.

"Who doesn't? Besides, you and Angela make enough "winning" jokes that I felt it necessary to find out what was so funny. Now can you please stop talking?"

He dove right back in with his mouth and swirled his tongue around her clitoris. Doing as she asked, he gave her what she wanted.

He took his fingers back up to her g-spot and brought her back up to the threshold of a climax faster than she'd even been before.

There was no way she was ever going to be satisfied with anyone else ever again. She was sure of it, and they had barely done anything.

She quaked beneath his face and her back arched up off the bed and her thighs tightened and locked around his head as she crossed her ankles behind his neck and wailed his full name.

He couldn't really breathe, but he figured if he suffocated, then he'd have died the happiest man on earth.

She kept her thighs tensed against him until the waves of pleasure started to dissipate.

When she finally released him from her grip, he felt lightheaded and completely dizzy at the sensation of having caused her to flood his mouth with her juices, of having her scent wash over him and linger on his face as he looked up over her abdomen with the most lopsided drunk smile she'd ever seem from him. He felt positively intoxicated from the experience.

She took advantage of his stunned state and hauled him up to lay next to her. He willingly complied and she fused her mouth to his as she tugged to free Booth of his swimming trunks.

She made a slight face at her own taste. She'd never been a fan of tasting herself on a man's lips. However, her essence mixed with Booth's saliva had an appeal to her that she'd never before experienced. It wasn't at all unpleasant.

"Ready to have the favor returned, Agent Booth. I seem to remember you enjoying your sneak preview in the elevator," she nipped at his bottom lip and dipped lower. She hovered over him as she straddled his waist. Their sexes being ground together created a delicious friction, her swaying breasts hung down, and her nipples skimmed the bare skin of his chest. She playfully sucked and nipped at his skin all the way down from his neck to the hard lines of his narrowed hips.

"I do love that you have minimal chest hair."

"I'm highly evolved," he said, just as he had to Hodgins that year he'd had to be stripped down at Christmas because he was covered in Santa goop.

"I was happy to learn when I stripped you down to collect evidence that you didn't shave or wax, or at least that's what I gathered from your same statement to Hodgins."

"Nope, nothing artificial about Seeley Booth. What you see is what you get."

"The visual stimulation is quite extraordinary and pleasing. I've always thought you were nice to look at. You really do have excellent structure and symmetry that rivals very few other males of our species.

"Bones, you just called me one of the hottest men alive. Right?"

"In the vernacular, yes," she told him just before grabbing hold of his scrotum with one hand and running the other the length of the shaft pulling a deep moan from Booth.

She ran her fingers over one particularly sensitive area along the glans as she gave a few good tugs while still playing around with his balls.

Once again, Booth felt like he couldn't breathe. Booth could barely find his voice to warm her, "Bones, don't expect… me to last very long if you're… going to keep doing that. It's been a while, okay? Just go a little… easier."

She removed her hand from his scrotum and tucked her hair behind her ears and then decided to get up for a second, which momentarily confused Booth.

"I'll be right back. I'm just going to get something to tie my hair back with, and you can have a little bit of time to come down some before we continue."

"Not likely, you've had me hard for years, Bones."

Booth could hear her also rummaging through a drawer next to her bed.

"Good idea, Bones. I didn't even think about protection."

"Oh, this isn't a condom," she said checking something. She flipped a switch at the bottom and it came to life. "Good." She switched it back off for now.

I'm glad I remembered to replace the batteries.

"Bones, we need a condom. I won't have sex with you unless I know that there is no chance of having another accident. I love Parker, but I'm not ready to have another child out of wedlock."

"Relax, Booth. I'm on the pill, and I assumed we were both clean. There's no need. Anyways, I have an oral favor to return before we do that."

"Oh. Then what the hell are you doing?"

She walked back over to the bed and flipped the switch again on the small silver cylindrical object in her hand and Booth could hear the buzzing this time.

"What is that? Bones, you are not going to use a vibrator on me!"

"Booth, relax! You are always so tense about everything. Considering the activities we are engaging in, I figured that you would loosen up your Puritanical tendencies just a bit." She shut the Silver Bullet off. "Maybe we should just settle with a full body message."

"What? No, you're going to finish what you started six years ago. I've had a hard on around you ever since I met you. Just…what are you going to do with the vibrator?"

"I'm just going to enhance your sensations a little bit."

"No inserting that thing where things aren't meant to be inserted. Got it?"

"Of course, I had no intention of doing that."

She positioned herself so that she could lightly play with his penis to see it he'd come down any since she left him. He had, but he still needed a little bit of time or all of the fun would be over entirely too quickly.

"Besides, Booth, anal play does not turn me on. I don't see the appeal in stretching out your anus beyond the point that it is really meant to be stretched." Booth laid back, listening with horror, but damn his morbid curiosity of what she was saying and his penchant for her squinty talk. He made no effort to stop her. "Prolonged and repeated abuse of the sphincter muscle can lead to anal-rectal trauma, fissures, prolapse, exacerbated hemorrhoids, and anal seepage."

"Okay, wow, Bones. Are you done? Because now that I'm completely flaccid, I find that I'd like to find some way to erase that conversation completely from my memory."

"I think I know a way to do that." The seductress that he'd seen in her Roxy character had all of the sudden come out to play.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do, baby?"

"For one, if you use that infantile moniker again, you'll be castrated and you'll forever be singing soprano. And as for what I'm going to do, you'll just have to sit back and relax and see what happens."

She placed the Silver Bullet on the bed within her reach.

Booth had his head tilted back so he couldn't see what his Bones was doing, so when she all of the sudden took his shaft all the way into her mouth, he gasped his surprise and his eyes rolled back at the initial contact.

"Oh shit. Oh God. Ahhh."

Brennan took her time coating his entire length with her saliva for ample lubrication so that she could play with him freely without worry.

When she was done, she took in just his head and sucked lightly. She swirled her tongue around and around his tip. She let him pop out of her mouth for a second before placing a tiny kiss at the very tip. Then she took him all in and started bobbing up and down while she pumped slightly at the bottom of his shaft where she couldn't reach with her mouth.

Booth brought his hand to the back of her head, guiding her lightly. She flicked his hand away indicating that she didn't like to feel forced. When he placed his hand back on her head, it was to run his ringers through her ponytail. She didn't mind that so much.

When she heard his breathing patterns start to change dramatically, she reached over to grab the Silver Bullet. She flipped it on and placed it at the base of his penis right between his shaft and scrotum.

The new chorus of moans and grunts from Booth alerted her to his extreme appreciation of the new sensation. She knew that it was unlikely that he'd ever felt this particular pleasure before, and she was delighted to know that she could be the first to provide him with such.

They both knew they each had quite extensive sexual histories, so they also knew they would have to find firsts for each and discover their preferences together.

Together.

Finally.

Neither knew it, but they were both thinking the exact same thing.

He was getting very close and she could tell so rather than trying to extend his pleasure she gave him what he needed. There would be time later for stamina and prolonged lovemaking.

She tightened her mouth around him and added a little more suction while pumping her mouth around him faster.

His hips had been moving to meet her mouth's movements and as he gave way to his orgasm, he suddenly stilled and his entire body quivered. It hit him full on like a Mack truck. He gripped the sheets as if his life depended on it and his abdominal muscles rippled with tension as he gave way to his release and shot his steaming hot semen into her mouth.

She swallowed what she could but ended up dripping with it, and he was still coming when she released him from her mouth. She pumped him a few more times using his ejaculate as lube so that he could finish shooting his load onto her. The vibrator lay between his legs, abandoned as she continued to lightly work him down from his climax. He'd completely collapsed back against the pillows and his breathing was so heavy that at first she thought that he might be hyperventilating.

She climbed up beside him and draped herself across his expanding and contracting chest, the sheen of sweat on their bodies providing an excellent friction between their bare skins.

"Oh my God, Bones. I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life."

"I don't have anything to compare your previous ejaculations to, but I'm sure you're right. My own orgasm was quite spectacular, just as I knew it would be. You made me quite jealous of that watermelon you were eating, you know."

"I'm glad that something finally kicked one of us into gear, Bones," Booth said, still out of breath and with his eyes shut. "I think I'm going to need a little bit, here Bones. I'm not as young as I used to be."

"I understand. Just sleep for now. We'll just both sleep and then wake up ready for more."

"I like that idea."

"Me, too, Booth. A whole lot more."

And they both knew that she was referring to a whole lot more than the promise of just that night.

Next one: Wedding Cake

I'm still up for suggestions to go into the hat if you have any.

XOXO
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