"Ya want me," Boomer presses, not blind to the way she reacts to his touches.
"Oh, shhhh!" Donna patronizes Boomer. His breath hitches when she hooks her fingers into his pants and pulls them away from his body, shoving a wad of bills down the front.
"Go get fucked," she adds as Boomer sucks his teeth as he backs away to the sofa. Watching her count bills and shove his cut into a black bag, anxiety washes through Boomer, afraid she will kick him out. He's staring off in the distance, absentmindedly running his thumb along his bottom lip when she finishes. Donna briefly watches him, taking in his slicked back styled hair and trimmed beard. He was right, she had been looking at him all night.
Boomer regains focus when the bag of money lands on the couch next to him. His face is impassive as she opens the bottle of champagne swiped from the gala and takes a long drink, wiping away a stray droplet with the back of her hand.
"Don't pout at me," she commands, but Boomer doesn't look away. "You act like I'm the crazy one here, but we haven't even fucked and you got all murderous."
Donna walks closer, placing the bottle on the table before lifting her skirt as she climbs into his lap, her legs nestling around his waist as she slowly grinds her hips against his. Boomer trails his hands up her exposed thighs, stopping where her dress is gathered at her waist.
Boomer leans his head against the back of the couch, watching her from beneath hooded eyes. Donna picks up the instant camera from the side table, looking at the device and turning to Boomer with a devilish grin.
"You want to fuck me?" Donna asks as she leans down, biting his lower lip and pulling as the camera clicks and the image spits out the bottom.
"Yes," he gruffly replies. His grip tightens on her thighs whenever she shifts, brushing her core against his concealed erection. Donna's fingers nimbly unbutton his black dress shirt, eagerly pulling it from his pants. She bites her lips as she touches his chest and takes a picture, lightly scratching her nails down the muscle and hair. He picks up the fallen image of her touching him. There was something erotic about her red nails scratching down his chest. He tosses it to the side as he grabs her head and pulls her down, slowly kissing her, his tongue parting her lips and wrestling with hers. He moans in her mouth when she grinds her hips.
Whispering against his lips she declares, "You didn't kill Sergei for me. You did it for yourself." She clicks the camera button as she attempts to scoot off his lap but he's now holding her in place, Boomer's face remaining impassive as she struggles against his hold.
"Ya not gettin' away this time," he whispers against her neck, goosebumps forming on Donna's skin. He takes the camera from her while his other hand is wrapping around her throat. Donna bites her lip as she peers through her lashes. Donna's hand reaches up, clasping around his wrists and Boomer clicks the camera button.
"Tell me. It wasn't for me but for you." she begs, lust and desire for the truth brimming in her eyes. Boomer only smirks at her request. Donna loosens her grip and shoves his chest, "Tell me!" she demands louder.
"I've had it with ya fickle nature," he utters, dropping his hand from her throat to lift her from underneath the back of her thighs, the camera still in his hand and digging into her cheek. Donna instinctively wraps her legs around him as he carries her to the bed and drops her.
He throws the camera to the bed as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants while staring down at the woman backing away from him. With a grin, Boomerang grabs her leg and flips her to her stomach, jerking her onto all fours. Donna lifts her head, peering over her shoulder as he runs a hand up her leg and under her dress lifting the fabric away to expose her ass. His large hand kneads the exposed flesh, Donna's eyes flutter closed and she softly moans. The sharp sting of his hand smacking her bottom causes her eyes to open.
Boomer's gold tooth glistens as he sneers down at her, raising a brow to challenge the woman but she only licks her lips. The Captain picks up the discarded camera to take several snapshots of his hand cupping her cheek and making contact with her ass once again before grabbing her hip and flipping Donna to her back.
Donna's chest is heaving as she watches his deliberately slow movements of shrugging his shirt off, sliding his pants and boxers down his legs. Boomerang pulls Donna down to the edge of the bed, the skirt of her dress now gathered around her waist as he pushes her legs apart and positions himself between them. Boomer trails a finger near her core, documenting the movements on film before tossing the camera and leaning down to capture her lips. Donna's teeth scrape his bottom lip and he growls.
"Ya want tah know, huh?" he asks in a low guttural tone.
"Please," she pleads, pressing her hips closer to him. She gasps as he clamps his teeth down on the crook of her neck, his erection pressing against her core and teasing.
"I don't think ya'd like me answer, doll." Donna tugs on a fistful of hair and yanks his head back so she can slap his face. Boomer laughs at her response.
"Hit me again, love," he commands. Donna digs her nails into Boomer's scalp as she tugs on the curls once more, noting the low groan from him before she slaps face again. Digger hisses upon impact. Donna jerks his head back, this time slapping him before backhanding him. The ring on her finger splitting his lip, Boomer's smile widens when he feels the warm liquid with his tongue and Donna pulls him down to lick the blood off his mouth.
The Captain backs off the bed, lugging Donna up by the wrists and flipping her around. He pins her wrists to her chest with his large hand. Donna gets goosebumps from the sensation of his hot breath on her neck, then his tongue caressing the flesh of her spine as he slowly unzips her dress, nipping and biting as he follows the zipper. Stopping where the zipper ends, Boomer reverses his course, the tips of his fingers tracing the bites up her back to her shoulders, moving the dress down her arms and down her body.
Donna rests her head on Boomer's shoulder and exhales at the loss of clothing. He wraps an arm around her chest, his hand cupping her breast while his thumb taunts the pebbled nipple. His other hand teases along the inside of her thigh when he asks, "Still want me to leave?"
"Shut up," she whines, turning her head to capture his mouth. Donna's body was betraying her, wrapped up in desire for the deceptive man. He was equally committed to their ministrations, the woman had put him through the wringer for the past few days and he was intent on finally pleasing her. Boomer pulls away from their kiss, his forehead pressing to hers as he takes deep breaths. He swiftly moves from her thigh to hips, bending her forward to the bed and she collapses into herself. Donna turns her head as Boomer holds her by the neck, his thigh nudging her legs further apart as he positions her hips. Once he's satisfied, Boomer takes his cock and rubs the head along her exposed entrance. Donna whimpers and George smugly peers down.
"Just wait 'til I get started," he promises as he thrusts into her, Boomer's eyes rolling as he fills her and she arches back into him. Without pausing, he forcefully thrusts into her and each stroke goes deeper than the previous.
"Ahhh...fuuuuck," Donna cries as their hips slap in a steady rhythm. Boomerang pulls a fistful of hair, causing her back to arch further as he mercilessly pounds her. Letting go of her hair, Boomer reaches for her throat as his mouth peppers her shoulder with bites and licks the wounds.
Boomer growls into her ear, accentuating each word with a hard thrust that leaves her breathless, "Ya cunt fits like a glove."
He suddenly withdraws and spins Donna over to her back, his chest heaving as he crawls above her, hissing as he slowly guides himself back into her. Unable to move beneath the large man, Donna claws at his back as he pounds into her and slaps her thigh. Boomer's wicked smile grows bigger as he reaches between them, pinching her swollen nub and Donna's nails break skin to withdrawl blood.
Smiling against her lips he says, "I see ya like that." Boomer swallows her moans as his fingers keep pinching and rubbing on her clit, only parting when she pushes on his shoulders gasping for air.
"Fuck...I hate you!" Donna spits out the words as her orgasm hits her hard. Boomer chuckles as he rolls off her and strokes his cock.
"Get on me dick and show me just how much."
Donna wolfishly smiles at the opportunity, settling over the large man and slowly lowering herself down. His hands rub up her thighs to hold her hips with bruising force. She plants a palm on his chest as she leans over to retrieve the camera. Boomerang bucks his hips and Donna wags a finger.
She snaps a few pictures of Boomer's face, flushed from sex. She then points the camera to herself as she rolls her hips, taking pictures as she lifts the hair from her neck and trails her fingers to her breasts, grabbing them as she picks up speed. Donna turns the camera back to Boomer as she stops rotating her hips but bounces up and down his shaft, Boomerang groaning and biting his bottom lip. She pinches his nipple and he jerks her hips. As Boomer's digits tighten around her hips, Donna realizes he must be nearing climax and she curls her fingers beckoning him to sitting. She licks and bites his lip as she digs her hips into his, hard and fast.
Boomer's body shakes as he orgasms, the primal groan in her ear causes Donna's walls to clench around him as she milks him. Besides their erratic breaths, the only other sound in the room motor of the camera clicking, the gears turning to dispense images from the now empty paper cartridge.
"You're a fucking animal," she wheezes from on top of him as they collapse to the mattress.
Snaking his arms around her waist, attempting to pull her closer he murmurs, "That's what happens when ya tease me."
Donna giggles and nestles her face into the crook of his neck as she murmurs, "Note taken, Captain."
Boomer pulls her hair away from her neck, Donna swats his hand and Boomer grips her wrist. He leans down to kiss her neck as he yanks her wrist down, pinning it against the bed.
"G'Mornin'," he mumbles on her neck.
Donna attempts to roll away but Boomer wraps their arms around her stomach by her wrist.
"You are like sleeping with a cuddly sweaty teddy bear," she complains, peering at him.
Boomer trails his nose up to her ear, "Ya weren't complaining last night." His teeth gently scrape along the outer shell of her lobe causing Donna to lean into him.
"Temporary lapse of judgement," Donna wryly responds and he chuckles into her neck.
"Ya slept like a baby." She remains still against him, no longer fighting to get away. Donna picks up one of the instant photographs that were still scattered along the bed, Donna's brow arching as she studies the picture.
Donna flashes the photograph in her hand at him, the image of his teeth grazing her stomach.
"Being fucked into the mattress will do that to a person," Donna quips with a kittenish grin. Boomer reaches around the goading woman and holds up another picture.
"I'm puttin' that one in me wallet." Clicking his tongue as he admires the picture of Donna's ass, she grabs the picture and slings it into the air.
"Hey!" he cries and she shakes her head.
"Like you have a wallet!" Boomer feigns being hurt, clutching his heart as he rolls onto his back taking her with him. Donna laughs as she gently elbows Boomer in the chest and he releases her.
Boomer knits his hands together under his head, "Ya don't know everythin' about me, doll."
Donna rests her head on his chest and gazes up at him, "That's very true." She traces his abdominal muscles as she thinks about the many things neither of them know about each other.
Boomer cups her face, pulling her up for a kiss. Donna groans when she hears her phone start buzzing from an incoming call. Donna swings her legs over the bed, claiming the cell from the nightstand. Boomer watches her brows knit together when she reads the display, turning her back to him as she fumbles to answer the call.
Sliding upright, Boomer rears into the headboard and listens to her side of the conversation, wondering who she's speaking to when she agrees to meet later that evening. Dropping the phone into her lap as she hangs up, Donna screams into her hands before looking over as she bites her lip.
She speaks just as his patience begins to wear out, "Boris wants to see me." Donna scoops up a pair of discarded jeans from the floor and steps into the legs, huffing as she pulls the pants up. Without looking up she speaks, "I haven't forgiven you so don't think this meant anything." Hurrying to the dresser, she pauses to button her jeans before yanking a shirt off the top surface and quickly pulling it over her head.
"Donna.." Boomer begins to speak but she holds up a finger to stop him, as she straightens the garment.
"You were just taking care of a need. When I get back, you better be settled on the couch." Without paying attention she points to the sofa as she steps into a pair of shoes.
Boomer looks away while sucking his teeth in annoyance, waiting for her to realize he's gotten dressed. Stopping, Donna looks at him in confusion.
"I'm comin' with ya." He proclaims and she laughs.
"I don't remember inviting you."
Boomerang shrugs in response, "Don't care."
"Whatever," she mutters while nudging past him to her coat rack. "You have a real problem with listening."
"Ya should talk, sweetheart." He sardonically replies. Donna rolls her eyes and Boomerang pulls her elbow, leaning in to kiss her only for her to jerk away.