Early finish
She doesn't realize she's holding her breath until the door opens again. Although honestly she's not all that surprised.
She's watched way too many horror movies and TV in general to ever think that declaring your intention to be right back was ever a good idea.
Dick walks back into the room and flops onto the couch beside her dragging her into his lap.
Why isn't he dragging her out of the room or dangling a key card in her face so they can finally have sex. Good and proper beginning middle and end sex.
Oh god.
She looks at him with wide eyes, "their full?"
He nods and his head falls back onto the back of the couch. His arms wrapped around her waist like a seat belt, a little too tight.
She removes his arms and slides off his lap.
"Logan can I talk to you in the other room." She sends him what she hopes is a heated don't fuck with me look and moves to the kitchenette.
Logan leans unhappily against the door frame of the darkened kitchen.
"No."
"Logan."
"I said no."
"Why are you cockblocking me?" She hisses "Aren't you supposed to be my wingman or some shit?" She tries very hard to be quiet but she can see Wallace and Dick trying not to look at the kitchen, meaning they can hear everything.
"First off you don't need a wingman you're in. Secondly I'm in the middle of a drought here so I'm not going to add insult to injury and have my best friends fucking in my bed."
"You are not the only one in the god damn desert Logan."
"Oh please you've spent the night at the frat at least twice."
"Yeah and I fell asleep twice and then you showed up so umm yeah. If you don't lend me your room I swear to god Logan I will fuck him on the god damn table."
"Jesus Mac calm down."
He raises his hands but he doesn't stand down. He must know her well enough to know she wouldn't do that. Not really. But god her body is just fucking screaming for him. She's racking her brain for sexy time options.
"Do you need the bathroom?" She asks him.
"No..."
"Great." She pushes past him, "Dick." She calls firmly and moves to the bedroom door.
He meets her there, Logan behind him glaring at them.
"The bathroom counts as my room Mac."
"Yeah but not your bed." She grabs a hold of Dicks arm and practically tosses him into the room the ribbon burning against her skin as the power surges through her.
"Mac."
"I solemnly promise to get you laid Logan. I swear. Just. Just let me have this before I die."
He softens and sags against the wall and it is enough of a concede for her. She closes the bedroom door and sees Dick sitting on the bed.
"Did you really want to do it...like this?"
"Like what?"
"Rushed on Logan's bathroom counter? I can wait Mac I swear. We can wait..." He's looking at his hands instead of her.
She moves to the bathroom door, flicks the light on but Dicks attention remains glued to his hands and the floor between them.
It's not until his sweater drops onto the space between them that he looks up at her.
"I like you too Dick and we can have sex later, hell we can make love if you really want. But right now I want you to fuck me against that bathroom mirror so hard i'll have seven yea-."
She's in his arms up on the counter and he's slamming the bathroom door closed.
"You sure?" He asks his hands already working on her jeans.
She leans back to look at him. Yeah she is crazy sure.
"Yep." She pops the p and leans back on her hands to allow her jeans to be pulled off. She sits back down on the counter only to yelp and get back up on her hands.
Not wearing any underwear is not the best way to met a cold marble counter top.
Dick slides his hands up under her legs to her ass, god his skin is a billion degrees.
He's looking down at her and the look smolders... she didn't know he could do that but man is she glad that he can because it just does something for her. Although to be honest she doesn't think she can get much more desperate for him.
He pulls her off the counter and turns her around so she's bent over the counter.
She sucks in a breath as the cold marble hits her skin.
His T-shirt is thrown aside and she watches in the mirror as he looks down her, chest heaving a little for breath, his eyes hot and burning as he pulls a condom out of his pocket before he pushes his jeans down.
He tosses the condom onto the counter next to her and leans over her his tongue running up her back making her arch pressing her body down into the icy marble.
One hand presses against the mirror by her head the other slowly slides down her side. His body a burning contrast to the marble and she bites back the majority of a moan.
His hand slides across her leg and his fingers press against her core.
Fuck she just wants to be filled by him.
"Fuck you are so wet. You want me bad don't you." He whispers into her ear sliding his fingers easily into her.
God what is all this foreplay, she can feel how hard he is against her leg and she just...she just...
She pushes back against his fingers and makes eye contact in the mirror.
"Fuck me." She tells him voice as firm and serious as she can make it when she's gasping and holding back moans as his fingers pump into her.
The smirk he makes at her words is hot, if she wasn't already about to have sex with him that look would have done her in.
He pulls his fingers out of her and she can't help but make a frustrated noise at the loss of them.
The noise is cut short when his fingers push into her mouth dripping with her juices.
She sucks the taste off his fingers and he falls forward over her back his head buried in her hair.
He rubs himself up against her soaked entrance but doesn't push in no matter how she pushes back against him.
Dipping the head in she moans around his fingers and he groans in tandem.
Finally.
Thank you g-
He pulls out rather than in and she can feel his cock moving up her body to press against her ass.
"It's still whatever I want right?" He asks his voice a rough hoarse thing that makes her press back against him.
He pulls his fingers slowly out of her mouth so she can say something.
"Yes." She tells him and she'd almost be ashamed of how wanton she sounds except that she just wants him to fuck her so badly she doesn't really care about that.
"Awesome." His hand slides down against the mirror and ends up in front of her. She wraps a hand around his forearm, "this is going to hurt a little."
"Yeah Dick I know this isn't exactly my first time." She reaches back and wraps her hand around his cock pulling a moan from him and pulls him into her.
She let's out a long breath and Dick knocks something off of the counter as his hand moves desperately for something to grab onto.
The sting is a bright sharp thing as she pushes herself slowly back against him. She remembers it hurting a lot more than this but the silk of the ribbon tied into her hair is warm against her skin and she's fairly certain it's taking some of the burn away. She's pretty sure this is an inappropriate use of power.
"I was going to say I was disa... disa... pointed in not being your first..." He gasps out and she watches him in the mirror his eyes glazed over unfocused and his breathing labored.
He's a gasping moaning mess and fuck she loves that she's done that to him.
"Are you?"
"Fuck no." He gasps out as he bottoms out, and she almost misses it under her own moan.
"fuck...fuck...fuck..." He gasps softly, "baseball. Baseball and old people smell and math." He runs a free hand up her body and she watches him bite his lip and watch her as her body stretches to accommodate him.
"Dick?"
"Uh huh."
"Are you okay?" She asks her voice a breathy thing and his eyes finally connect with hers.
"Its...I...great." He manages just barely as she moves, pulling away from him and she can feel him hot and thick and throbbing inside her and she had forgotten how much she liked this.
"Good." She responds and presses back against him moaning at the feel of him.
He's grasping tight to the counter and his breath is shuttering. He's such a mess that she does all the work.
She's just starting to build a rhythm when Dick's noises change pitch and she can hear him desperately trying to pull himself back under his breath.
No.
No way.
This was Dick Casablancas there was no way he was going to blow this quick.
She looks up at him but his eyes are closed and he seems to just fold up until his face is pressed into her hair. His heavy breathing against her skin, his skin feels like it's on fire and she can feel him twitching as she's pushing him back into her.
He moves against her, pushing as deep as possible into her and he looses it.
"Oh god Cindy." He moans into her hair and she let's out low moan as the feel of him twitching and cumming does something for her.
Not enough something but something.
He collapses across her back.
"Oh my god." He whimpers against her, "I...I can't believe I just..." He slides out and away from her sagging against the wall.
She pushes herself up from the counter and turns to look at him. He has his palms pressed into his eyes. She's not sure what she's supposed to say and thankfully she doesn't have to think of something because Dick reaches out and grabs hold of her shoulders and pulls her against him.
"You are really really good at that." He tells her pressing light kisses into her hair, "so wasn't expecting that."
"What? Sweet little Mackie only allowed missionary?" The tone is challenging and she's ready to tell him all about just how skilled she is when he puts his hand across her mouth.
"As far as I'm concerned you just lost your v-card to me..." He trails off and tightens his grip on her, "god now I feel a million times worse for blowing my load before you were done. Normally I so wouldn't care but I like actually like you." He holds her at arms width and smiles that too soft smile, "give me a couple and I'll make this right."
She's about to agree when that abyss monster cold sinks into her bones.
"I'd love that but...rain check?" She bends down and quickly pulls up her pants, "I have to do something." She leans up and kisses him soundly on the mouth and opens the bathroom door to grab her sweater.
Well his sweater but yeah.
She's pulling it over her head when a pair of hands grab a hold of her waist.
"Mac..." Dick sounds worried and when her head finally breaches the cotton she can see that he looks worried as well, "We're cool right...I mean it wasn't some sort of test that I crazy failed because your crazy hot right?"
She bites back a smirk. God since when was Dick adorable? He'd probably always been hot but this was an entirely different animal.
"Yes Dick we're cool. I just remembered I had to do something."
"Next time we have sex I swear to god you won't even remember your name."
She leans up and kisses him, "should I invest in a name tag?" She's smirking and he's rolling his eyes, something about this interaction has put his fears to rest and she's glad because there are few things in the world she'd like more than to just lock herself up in his room for days.
"I'll see if I can find some." He tells her doing his jeans up finally.
She opens the door and goes to the living room where Logan is watching The Thing alone. Wallace is gone.
"Where's Wallace?"
Logan looks up from the movie his face somewhere between amused and annoyed.
He points to the other bedroom.
"With Parker?" She asks scandalized.
"I'm sure he's on the top of the covers if that makes you feel better."
"Actually what would make me feel better is if you and I could go out into the hall for a minute." She moves to the front door and Logan makes a very put upon noise and follows her.
The second Logan closes the door she shifts her clothes into sailor Mac.
"Oh thank god I thought we were going to have to talk about sex with Dick."
"I was going to go kill a monster but if you wanted to talk about sex I guess we could do that too." She smirks and walks towards the elevator. Logan just rolls his eyes and follows.