Flower Power
Rating: M
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Today's chapter: Fun with fingers!
CHAPTER 4:
John woke up with the faint taste of alcohol lingering in his taste buds. He didn't drink enough to forget what happened but just enough to five hi a roaring headache. It was possible he drank more than the others. Son of a bitch, His calloused palms dug into his eyes as he groaned at the pounding in his head. He vowed to never drink so much when they were out of aspirin.
He sat up, back unaffected by the mattress seeing as he was used to it, and struggled to open his eyes because of the sun pouring in through the windows.
An erotic whine had him up and awake within seconds.
He- regretfully- turned his head to see his best friend giving light kissed to a topless, mewling, Molly Hooper's neck Is that his tongue? Whilst one hand kneaded her lower back and the other disappeared into the front of her knickers.
Sherlock shot him a wink.
John felt the blood rush to his face.
"Sherlock!?"
Sherlock expertly unclasped her bra, hands immediately inspecting the smooth area.
"Mmmm…" the girl hummed in pleasure.
A force tugged his lips into a smug smile; he quite liked how vocal she was. Hands trailing lower for another reaction.
"Do you like this? Me touching you?" His breath tickled her ear. Satisfied with the tremble beneath his fingers, they trailed down to her thighs- not forgetting to squeeze her rear along the way- eliciting a gasp from her lovely lips. His fingers just barely touched her sensitive skin; feather light touches at her inner thigh.
Jesus Christ… Molly Hooper couldn't contain her moans as his blessed digits roamed her skin. His voice was black velvet to her ears and it just increased the pooling heat in her nether regions.
"Yes, oh but I would rather you touching me somewhere else." She boldly responded. Her heart was beating impossibly fast as she waited for his reaction. Did I say the right thing?
A chuckle and she seemed to visibly relax.
"As you wish."
He tightly gripped her right hip, using his other hand to feel between her legs to feel the growing moisture.
"So wet already, do I affect you this much?" His index finger stroked her labia through the fabric. He noticed her fingers clenching in anticipation and it only made him slower.
I wonder. He slipped his left hand over to her front, easily slipping his hand in. He teasingly touching her pubic bone, pulling lightly at the curl of hair there.
She squirmed, annoyed huff coming from her.
"Tease."
"Impatient."
"Well, if you- oh." She moaned once he swirled his fingers over the bundle of nerves she's touched thousands of times before. Sherlock was dangerously slow with his ministrations. It almost pained her.
"What was that?"
"Is this how you- mff-!" she bit her lip and he pressed harder but kept his slow pace, "-treat all your guests?"
"Certainly not, just you." The tip of his middle finger was threatening to enter. She bucked her hips against it, forcing it in. He shook his head slightly, sliding it in deeper into her hot, slick core.
She gasped at how swift he was and- oh god is that his mouth? His lips are so soft. Sherlock was kissing her shoulders; wet open-mouthed kisses trailing to her trapezius muscle and sensitive neck. Her breathing became erratic, whimpering at the pleasure that made her flush a deep red.
"Naughty girl, do you want everyone to hear you?" He gave her neck a chaste lick, loving her gasp.
She couldn't keep quiet for the life of her. God, she hoped no one heard her.
"Sherlock!?"
Fuck.