Part 11
"Hey, Bones? You ever coming out of there?" I heard Booth ask from outside of the bathroom. His voiced echoed through the tiled space as I turned to look in the mirror again.
"Just a few more minutes, Booth. You just go get ready, okay?" I told him, smoothing my hand down the shirtdress I had brought. Tilting my head to one side, I examined the way the crisp olive fabric clung to the curves of my waist and breasts. When Angela made me try this dress on in the store, I'd almost immediately rejected it. By far it was the shortest dress I had ever worn, but I had to agree with her that it fit me like it had been custom tailored to my body. The silver snaps began just at my breasts and only went down to just below my crotch, and the skirt extended only another four inches from there. The dress was competed by the low slung tan belt that barely clung to my hips.
The knocking at the door returned, this time with much more insistence. "Come on, I'm starvin' out here, Bones. We're just going to that seafood place back by the highway, not some fancy restaurant." I heard the door knob turn and he entered the bathroom, no longer waiting for my response.
He took only a few steps before he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes catching on my ankles and moving up slowly, his mouth seemingly unable to close completely as he took me in. Self consciously, I found myself smoothing the skirt of my dress down and looking down at the tan high-heeled sandals I had chosen.
After a few moments, he still hadn't managed to speak, so I said, "What do you think?" I pushed my hair back from my face, smiling and cocking one hip to show him the slit created by the end of the buttons several inches above the hem.
His hands came out to rest on my hips, gently pulling me towards him.
"I don't know if I want dinner now."
"Booth," I said, giving him a little push. "We haven't had a real meal all day. There will be plenty of time for that later."
Not to be dissuaded, he pulled me back to him, sliding one hand down my hip and thigh, then back up, this time under my skirt. I slapped him away before he could ruin his surprise. "Booth, I'm serious."
"So am I, Bones. I really like this new side of you I've been seeing…" His nails scratched up and down my thigh, while his other hand hooked under my belt and pulled my hips flush with his, spreading heat through my body. "You are absolutely clueless aren't you?"
His nails raked up my thigh, eliciting a sharp moan from my throat. "What are you talking about?" I managed to stammer, unable to look away from his gaze.
"Do you have any idea what this…" He drew one finger up my thigh, arcing in to follow the line of snaps, giving each one a light flick as he went. "Does to me?"
My mouth opened to speak, but my lips were quickly covered by his, the full weight of his presence pressing me back until I could feel the mirror behind me. Through the thin fabric, it felt incredibly cool on my back and in contrast with his heat, it was enough to bring my body to full alert. His tongue delved into my mouth, exploring me ruthlessly as I quivered and whimpered, helpless under his touch. One hand held the back of my neck, locking me into the kiss, while his other hand cradled my ass, clutching and slowly gathering my skirt until I could feel the cold glass against my bare skin. His hand was groping roughly, discovering what I had known all alone; I was not wearing any underwear.
I had been standing in front of the mirror, trying to decide whether to risk it. The skirt was impossibly short and held together only by the small metal snaps, which I could see easily popping open. And it would only take one to expose my sex to the world. But at the mere thought of it, I had felt an illicit thrill run up my spine, knowing just how aroused Booth would become when he discovered my little secret.
This revelation lead him to rip his lips from mine, his hands finding my wrists in a flash and bringing them up beside my head and pinning them against the wall. I groaned slightly at the sharp pain I felt as his fingers held me tight and for a moment I tried to squirm away. His eyes narrowed as he shook his head.
"Christ! Do you know how much I want to just fuck you right here? Just knowing you dressed like this for me? Knowing you were going to go out in public like this because you knew how it would affect me?"
I could only whimper as he spun me around and pushed me against the sink countertop, bending me forward before stroking his hand down my spin, lingering over my ass before sliding the skirt the rest of the way up to expose all of me. My head was spinning with the control he had over my body. Every inch of me was begging for his touch, but I couldn't move from where he had left me. I could sense him behind me and then I felt his fingers on my ankles, slowly drawing them out until I was spread wide. There were two soft "pops" as the bottom two snaps came undone and I could practically feel the grin growing on his face.
He lingered at my ankles, tracing his fingers over my peroneal muscles and tendons, sliding his fingers up my Achilles to the back of my calf, tracing firm lines along them, until my toes were squirming with excitement. I felt his lips suck and kiss at the backs of my knees, then his fingers raking pattering over the insides of my thighs, his hot breath so close I was ready to jump out of my skin.
When his hot breath reached the wetness of my labia, he finally spoke again, "Do you like this? Do like pushing me over the edge like this? I think you wanted this all along. Wanted me to just bend you over and fuck you so hard you can't even remember how it all started." His hands joined his breath now, squeezing my ass firmly before sliding higher, pushing the dress up as he rose to his feet. One arm came around the front of my shoulders, pulling me upward just long enough to feel his straining erection, still ensconced in his rough slacks, grinding over my exposed clit and for him to finish unsnapping the buttons that held together my dress. His hands made even quicker work of the belt and bra before peeling the dress away and replacing the thin fabric with his searching fingers, which made their way down from my trapezius muscles, kneading and scraping patterns along my spine, his groin still hard and throbbing against me.
Holding on firm hand on my lower back, he finally stepped away, leaving my throbbing clit exposed to the cool air. My inner thighs spasmed quickly and I anticipated his next move, moaning as I heard the sound of his zipper coming down and then the rustling of fabric as he removed his clothing. When his other hand returned, it was in the form of a light slap, which made contact with my ass just where it met my thigh. I jumped slightly in surprise, letting out a small yelp, following immediately by a quiet moan. When his hand made contact once again, I felt my hips jump at the contact, then quiver for more.
"Hmmmm… do you like that, Bones? I'll have to remember that," he murmured, leaning forward to whisper his words in my ear. "Because right now, I want to fuck your tight little ass. It just looks so good, I can't wait."
My head came to rest on the cool countertop as I shuddered with excitement and fear, the hardness of his muscles pressed along my back, his cock pressed against me, and I could barely breath for all of my excitement. I nodded, pressing my hips back into him, eliciting a roaring groan from his throat. My knees felt weak as I felt his finger slide into my folds, seeking out my wetness and bringing it to my tighter opening. His finger slid inside me, stretching me slowly, then moving back down to gather more lubrication, working my anus until I was stretched enough to fit three fingers. It was such a tight fit and I could feel my body flushing red with arousal.
Unwittingly, the word "Please," escaped my lips and he pressed his lips to my back, directly between my shoulder blades. I could feel his smile there, mixed with his warm breath and I sighed with pleasure at his tenderness. One of his hands came to grip my hip firmly while the other guided his cock to my slit, sliding his cock into my vagina, coating it in the wetness that was flowing from me before guiding the head to my anus, pushing gently, slowly entering me. My hands came down to grip the counter as I felt him sliding in, filling me with a wash of pleasure tinged with the strain of my body being stretched to accommodate him.
When he finally began sliding in and out, my back arched and I brought my hands in front of me to brace myself as his strokes gradually built in intensity. The hand on my hip helped guide my hips, but his other hand found its way around to cup my breast, rolling his palms over my nipple as he fucked me. My breasts began to move with his thrusts and his fingers dug into my flesh to help propel our motions. "God, you feel so good. So tight," he groaned, now able to drive the full length of his cock inside me.
The hand on my breast came around to my back, pushing me down further on the counter as he began thrusting harder. I could hear the sound of his flesh slapping against mine with each thrust, the vibrations sending waves of electricity straight to my clit until I was trembling with the force of it. He moved a hand around the front of me, the fingers crawling and searching downward until they found their target: my clit. I bucked back into him as his fingers made contact, gasping his name loudly in a plea. As his fingers increased their tempo on my clit, I felt my inner muscles beginning to clench and quiver with my building orgasm. I could only imagine that he could feel it too, because his fingers began a new motion, a quick pulling motion that seemed to drag all sanity from my brain. My hips jerked with his motions without my awareness and I was lost. Rolling storms of pleasure drenched me as I convulsed in response to his complete control of my body. Every inch of me was on fire and he was still driving deep inside me, easing up only when the internal motion of my muscles gradually was reduced from a roaring wave to a whispering ripple.
He pulled his cock from my ass and I could still feel how much he had stretched me, all of me aching from the strain of him. Then I heard his voice, low and pleading, ask me, "Please, I need you to taste me. I want to be in your mouth. To see your eyes when I come. I want to see how it makes you feel." His breath was coming in wild gasps as I rose from the counter, turning to find his hard cock straining and waiting for my attention. I was soon kneeling on the tile floor and my hand was stroking the length of him, then guiding him into my mouth, my tongue tasting the precum that was now coating the head of his cock. As he slid into me, I explored the texture of the veins and pulsing tissue with my tongue, my hand coming up to caress his balls, feeling them tighten at my touch.
I felt his hands come down to my hair, guiding my head until I was sucking him with my head slightly up turned. Our eyes locked and I could see the heaviness of the desire there. Determined, I drew him deeper into my mouth, sliding him in and out of me with increasing speed, using my free hand to stroke the length of him as I pulled back. It didn't take long before I could feel the tension building in him. He was so close and I was desperate to take him. I groaned, pushing his cock deeper yet, feeling him pulsing in my mouth. With one more long, deep stroke, he erupted in my mouth, groaning my name as his hand clutched my hair. His hot seed filled my mouth as my hand continued to stroke him, drawing out all he had in him. I swallowed around him, the taste still linger in my mouth as I pulled back, releasing his cock before rising to my feet to kiss him quickly.
With a small smile, I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Now I'm really hungry."