Thanks for the reviews as always – sorry this is a little later than I had planned. Major technical problems meant my computer ate this chapter – twice! Still – here it is.
Disclaimers: Characters belong to BBC and Kudos
Rated for language and very adult content!
Summary – there is no plot – just smut!
Chapter 7
Much later Gene awoke to the dawning realisation that a delicate hand was stroking his arse through the fabric of his boxers. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he realised he was lying face down on Alex's bed.
"This is very slutty underwear Gene Hunt," she said, "and just who is Maggie?"
"Shit," he quickly leaned over and fumbled for the bedside light and turned to face her. She had a look of amusement on her face – at least she wasn't mad at him.
"Margaret Thatcher, Lord Scarman and Arthur Scargill."
"Pardon?"
"Mental equivalent of a cold shower," he said.
"What? You just think of those three people and..."
He smirked, "Does the trick every time! Well, I 'ad to do something - you laying there looking like that," he gestured, "except well, sometimes...in a certain light, that Maggie..." he left the thought unfinished.
She slapped his arm playfully, "Oooh you..."
She was stopped by his mouth finding her lips, gently nibbling at first but then his tongue probing and demanding entrance as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues duelled, gently exploring and mimicking the act of love. Gene drew back reluctantly and looked into her eyes.
"Alex, you okay now?"
Truth be told she still feel a little light-headed but nothing like as bad as a few hours ago. However she wasn't about to tell Gene that, as she didn't want him to stop what she hoped he was about to do.
She groaned with embarrassment, "Was I really bad?"
"Nah, not really – quite funny actually!"
She reached over and touched his arm, "I'm fine Gene honest."
"Good," he said as he leaned over and proceed to scatter light kisses on her face, "Cos I want you to feel everything, " he kissed her eyes, "every kiss, every touch and every thrust – I want you feel everything – no holdin' back!"
He pushed her gently back onto the pillows and proceeded to ravish her mouth with his tongue, his hands finding the straps of her bra and pushing them down over her shoulders. She moaned gently as he kissed his way down her neck and hearing her moans of approval, nibbled on the sensitive spot he had discovered.
Her hands ranged over his broad shirt-covered back and pulled him closer, one hand moving lower and fingering the silky material of his boxers. He raised his head to look at her.
"You like me undies then?"
"Mmm very much," she said, "red silk boxers – very un-Gene like."
"Good, cos they've been givin' me the right 'orn all night!"
She laughed, "Think they're supposed to give me the 'orn' Gene."
"Well 'course, but they've been rubbing against me, err...wedding tackle all night – very pleasant I must say."
She giggled and her hands entangled themselves in his hair as she dragged him back down to her and he kissed the length of her collar bone, scattering light kisses until he found the hollow at the base of her neck which he lightly tongued, before moving down to the rise of her breasts seeking escape from their satin coverings. He kissed the soft flesh and then tugged one cup down until a rosy nipple was exposed. He moved a thumb over it watching as it peaked under his touch as Alex wriggled underneath him her hands moving behind her.
"No yer don't missus," he said catching her arms, "that's my job!"
His hands moved behind her back and quickly found and undid the fastenings of her bra, which he swiftly removed and flung into the far reaches of the bedroom.
"You've done this before," she laughed.
"I've 'ad me moments!"
His hands caressed her back and then slowly returned and found the fullness of her breasts. Reverently he stroked each one and bent down and kissed the valley in-between them.
"Beautiful, so beautiful," he sighed as he softly blew on one nipple and watched it pucker in response.
With finger and thumb he teased the nipple, encircling the taut bud and then leaning forward to take it in his mouth. While his mouth sucked and lapped at one nipple, his hand moved to its partner, wanting to leave neither neglected.
Alex moaned under the sensory onslaught and she could feel desire pooling between her thighs. She writhed under him as he moved his mouth over her and her back arched in response as she thrust her breast further into his mouth.
"Please...more..." she groaned.
"Happy to oblige," he muttered as one hand traced a delicate line down her stomach, past her belly-button and stopped at the top of her knickers.
Except, he thought, they weren't really knickers were they? More like a handkerchief with two pieces of string attached! Not that he was complaining of course. His finger slipped easily under the fabric and found the soft curly hair of her bush.
Alex shivered in anticipation and moved her hips against him, willing him to find the right spot.
He did. "There?" he said simply as his finger found the tiny nub of nerves.
The only answer was a soft whimper as he gently ran his finger over her clit, the sensations spiralling upwards into all parts of her body.
He continued to torment her as his fingers moved lower, moving the fabric of her panties to one side and exploring the wet juicy folds until he found the entrance to her core, teasing her with his fingers, dipping first one finger and then two fingers into her and quickly out again. He kept up a relentless rhythm moving up to her clit and then back again, thrusting into her and then out.
"Please...harder...yes."
He could feel her walls beginning to clamp around his fingers as he moved upwards to find her mouth, his fingers still stimulating and taunting. His lips claimed hers once more as his tongue demanded entrance, which she granted as she moaned against his mouth. His tongue thrust against hers, matching the rhythm of his fingers, backwards and forwards as his thumb brushed against her clit. He thrust deeply into her, slightly curling his fingertips and thrusting upwards, hoping to find that magic sensitive spot.
She jerked against him and he released her mouth and instead fastened his lips around a taut nipple, licking, nibbling and sucking until he felt her hips beginning to buck.
"Christ...yessssss," she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her.
"No, not Christ," he smirked, as his hands moved back up her body, "just a horny little devil."
Alex sighed contentedly as he wrapped her in his arms and then he rolled onto his back, with Alex ending up lying on top of him. She hadn't really known what to expect with Gene but his awareness of her needs and his willingness to fulfil them was a very pleasurable surprise.
Gene's hands traced the cool outline of he spine as she lay prone on top of him eventually cupping the warmth of her buttocks. He fingered the material of her panties.
"Don't really think you'll be needin' these now," he said, easily tugging them over her hips.
Alex raised first one leg and then the other and he tossed them away with a flourish. Her hands moved towards her suspenders but he stopped her.
"Leave 'em on," he muttered looking at her, desire shining in his eyes.
Alex sat up upright, and straddling his hips as she felt both the silk of his boxers and his erection pressing against her. Right my turn to tease.
"I think one of us is wearing too much clothing Mr Hunt – and it isn't me!" she declared as she sat astride him, naked except for suspenders and stockings.
She moved forward, at first teasing him as her breasts brushed his face and he moved to caress them. As he moved his hands expertly over them, she moaned but quickly moved away as she reminded herself it was Gene's turn now.
She cupped his face in her hands and claimed his mouth, gently biting his lower lip and, as he opened his mouth in surprise, deftly thrust her tongue inside to meet his, demanding his response in return. As they kissed, her fingers expertly undid the first button of his shirt and quickly moved onto the next. Her lips followed her fingers down his chest until the last button was finally loosened and she flung the shirt apart in triumph.
Her hands firmly stroked his belly and chest and eventually her fingertips found his nipples. She really hoped he was the sort of man who enjoyed a bit of 'nipple action' himself, but there was only one way to find out!
Her thumbs grazed both his nipples and she delighted in their response, as they peaked into hardness. Changing the action she used the soft palms of her hands to roll his nipples and then leaned forward and with the tip of her tongue, began to lick, like a cat with cream.
Gene's hands tangled in her hair and pressed her forward as she began to suck gently at him and then lapping with the surface of her tongue. She moved from one nipple to the other as he cursed beneath her.
"Knew I...should 'av...worn a vest!" he stammered, as she continued to tease.
Her hands then began to explore the outline of his torso, firmly caressing his waist and hips until she reached the boundary of his boxers. Time for a little fun she thought.
She reached back and found the firm outline of his erection and began to rub the silk material against it, delighting in Gene's gasps of enjoyment as she found his balls as did the same. She could feel her own desire mounting again and his hands found the top of her thighs and began to stroke the wetness that had gathered there.
She allowed herself to enjoy the moment, as they mutually touched and stroked each other, but Alex had other plans. She moved back out of his reach and then straddling his hips began to rub herself against his silk clad cock, her clit rubbing against the hardness beneath while enjoying the coolness of the silk itself.
"Fuck..." Gene moaned, as he gathered all of his willpower to him.
Alex lost herself once more as she rubbed herself along the hard length of him, loving the stimulation it gave them both, but she wanted, she wanted...
"Enough," he growled, as he used his body weight to roll them both over and he was in the dominant position once again.
He got to his knees and she parted her thighs slightly in anticipation. "Wider," he said with a smile as he gently nudged them further apart. Bigger in every department? She was about to find out.
He leaned back on his haunches and firmly grasped Alex and dragged her forward over his thighs and, with a quick movement, positioned his cock at the very centre of her desire. He supported her back as he entered her slowly, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow as he endeavoured to hold back.
Alex whimpered and wriggled under his touch as she tried to force him deeper into her moist , warm centre, thrusting her hips forward against him, but he held her back with his arms underneath her.
He teased, moving into and swiftly back out of her slick wetness until he forgot who he was teasing – Alex or himself. With a groan he finally plunged fully into her as she wrapped her legs around him to hold him there.
"So good," he mumbled, "so warm..tight."
He began to thrust into her then, backwards and forwards as she moved her hips in time and met every thrust fully, harder and deeper he entered her again and again.
"Gene..please...I need you – closer."
He stopped and took a couple of deep breaths to steady himself as he unfolded his legs and moved his body over hers, assuming the classic missionary position. He quickly kissed her.
"Better?"
She nodded as her legs locked around him again and he raised himself up slightly over her hips, giving her the friction on her clit that she needed.
Her hands stroked his arms and chest as once more he began to thrust deeply, his hips moving against hers, and he could feel her starting to convulse against him, her hands clawing at him, grasping his buttocks and drawing him in.
"Now...please.." she whimpered.
He quickly moved one of her legs from his waist to his shoulder to give the deeper penetration she needed. As he surged forward inside her he felt her clamp around him as her orgasm claimed her and knew that he could finally yield to his body's demands."
His mind went blank as his hips bucked and his seed spilled into her with each thrust, saying her name like a mantra, "Alex...Alex!", until he was finally spent.
They were both breathing deeply as he looked down into her eyes and tenderly stroked her face, before placing a feather-light kiss upon her lips. He rolled off her and she whinged a little at the loss of him from inside of her. He enfolded her into his arms stroking her damp hair and caressing her back as they both recovered from their love-making.
"Not bad for a posh bird!", he said.
She raised an eyebrow as her hands stroked his body. She sat up quickly and looked at him.
"What?"
"You," she said as she tugged at his now crumpled shirt, "here I am naked except for stockings and suspenders, while you end up still wearing shirt and boxers! How did that happen?"
He dragged her back into the warmth of his arms, "Pure skill Bolly, besides," he paused for effect, "I'm quite shy yer know!"
She snorted in disbelief, "Yeah right – gerrem off!"
"Women!" he muttered as he sat up and pulled the once pristine shirt off. He got off the bed and he looked back at her as his hands moved to his boxers and removed them. He moved around the bed and retrieved the abandoned duvet from the floor and threw it over them and they snuggled together.
"Alex?"
"Hmm?" she mumbled as sleep began to claim her.
"Can I stay then?"
She smiled, "Course you can, besides," she said, "I haven't finished with you yet."
...to be continued
I think I can get some more smut out of these two – yes?
