And last one for the night. Hope you guys enjoy. ;)
Combichrist - Maggots At The Party
"...Today we kill, There's no wives, We are whole once again, Tomorrow we die, You said we bring it to the party, We're out of line, So we bring it all right, And we're done playing games, All roads we stir up, They're all bedazzled all night, Come on maggots its a party, Tonight we not drink our own, Come on maggots its a party, It's our adaptance to fun and rock'n'roll…"
Noemi was riding a nice buzz by the time a favorite song came over the speakers. She gave a cheer and drug a smiling and laughing Tommy into the crowd. She knew he wasn't much for the dancing, but she had played this song enough that she knew he would recognize it.
The dancers around them moved in a jumping wave, looking like a stormy sea. The deep bass pounded around her and she loved it. Lights flashed across the dance floor. She needed this, this release of energy and stress. She raised her fist above her head and jumped, nodding and shouting the raspy lyrics back. She looked over and caught Tommy mouthing the chorus, joining her in what he knew to do. She grinned and enjoyed this moment in time.
The song was one of those that intentionally riled a crowd. It was an anthem style, with a fast moving beat. It had always gotten her blood up. Her mood wild and brazen. Tonight was no different especially with the alcohol in her system. So when another song came on that had a beat the begged to be danced to, Noemi didn't hesitate.
It was one she knew well, but didn't play very often any more. She tried not to play songs that made her mind drift to inappropriate situations. But that was exactly what she wanted to do now. She smiled as she started to move to the new beat, rocking her hips in time and turned to Tommy.
Who was watching her avidly in the dark and flashing lights.
She moved closer to him, facing him. She stepped her left leg between his feet, looked at him once, and danced. She mouthed the lyrics, letting the emotions of the singer fill her and take her along with it.
It was Biomekkanik's Leather and Steel. It had irony heavily laced in its chorus. Especially since she sang it with Tommy's eyes black and watching. And he is wearing leather and steel. She followed the beat of the bass when she could and the slowness of the singing when the man over the speakers crooned.
"How good it makes me feel, to see you all dressed up in leather and steel…" Noemi sang at him, mouthing the rest of the lyrics, but especially those. His hands came to rest on her hips, making her body heat and tingle all over. He didn't push away, also didn't pull her forward, but she could feel him swaying just a little, following her in tiny movements. As the beat rose faster, she did her best to follow. Tommy didn't seem to mind when she fumbled a little.
When Nine Inch Nails' Discipline came on after, she opened her eyes to see him grin slightly. He didn't dance with her, but his shifting was a little more pronounced. This was a song she played often, it helped her focus on business, but watching Tommy's full lips mouth the words at her and look at her with a steamy gaze made her rethink her previous impression of the song.
She moved with the beat still, occasionally bumping into his hip or thigh. His fingers would tighten on her hips and his eyes would bore into her. He mouthed the chorus, making her take note.
"I need your discipline, I need your help, I need your discipline, you know that once I start, I cannot help myself," And again when "I see you left a mark, up and down my skin skin skin, I don't know where I am, and where you begin," was sang with Trent Reznor's clear voice. Noemi didn't know how she ever thought the song could mean anything else and now it would be forever changed.
She could see that these lyrics were the best Tommy could do to express what he felt and it gave Noemi goosebumps. That those feelings had been hiding in him. The need for her, the knowing that if she got him started down this path there would be no stopping. That he wasn't as reserved and distant as he seemed. That he had thrown himself into what they were and was a little lost as to what to do. That he needed her guidance. The sexual intentions of the song ebbed as she slowly stopped dancing and could see how much of the lyrics affected him and how he felt. When the lyrics went from sex to emotions for them.
They stood, music pounding around them, strangers gyrating to it, and just stared at each other. Noemi smoothed her hand up his arm and gently took him by the back of the head. Pressing so lightly it was a mere suggestion. When he gave a little, dipping his head towards hers, she reached up to him.
It wasn't explosions or fireworks when their lips met, but there was a very clear sense of rightness. As if this was how the universe was supposed to spin, with them as close as skin, touching the other. Noemi breathed in, smelling Tommy's skin and a hint of his cologne. He caught her bottom lip between his, returning the gentle press of lips. One of his hands drifted to her lower back and pressed her closer to him.
She could feel his grumble, rumbled against her breasts, the sound of it lost in music. She melted against him, the humid heat of his hard torso making her brain spin. She could feel the kiss starting to change, into something heady and primal. Something that gave promises of dark rooms and panting breath.
She pulled back from his full lips slowly and stared back at him. Her parted lips smiled at him, showing that she wasn't pulling away in rejection, but out of propriety. She moved her hand from the back of his head and smoothed a thumb across his eyebrow. He closed his darkened eyes and leaned into it, reminding her of a large dangerous cat. Tamed and content for the moment.
She looked back at his lips and noticed a new shine to them in the moving lights. She smiled and watched him lick them in response to her looking. He returned her smile and huffed a single laugh that she could feel but not hear. She pulled at her sleeve a little and wiped to gloss from his lips with a smile of amusement. He grinned back at her and gave her a squeeze before following her back to the table.
Tommy couldn't keep his eyes off Noemi. Not even if he had wanted to, which he didn't. She glowed with a light sheen of sweat and after that kiss on the dancefloor, Tommy couldn't help but want to touch her. He felt like he had caught some of her buzz. His usual reserved self was more relaxed as he sat and joked with Kevin and Sarah.
Tommy found it amusing as hell that Kevin seemed almost oblivious to the blatant green light his girl was giving him. She would lean on the table, and though her dress didn't show cleavage, it was an obvious move for him to take notice of. Sarah would touch his hand or arm or leg when he said something that really caught her attention. Tommy could tell by the slightly cagey look in her brown eyes that she wasn't as tipsy as she seemed and had a plan. Kevin, being oblivious was sometimes caught off guard when she did something truly overt and would halt. His train of thought disappearing and red creeping up his neck. He would look at Sarah, get flustered and drink more scotch. Which was quickly disappearing. Tommy didn't know how well the guy held his liquor but he doubted it was very well, considering how his mannerisms grew more and more exaggerated.
"Kevin, come and get some air with me." Tommy said after a slight lull in the conversation. Sarah was starting to look like she was trying to decide if she was offended or should up the stakes.
"Huh?" Kevin asked dumbly. Tommy nodded to himself, seeing that the alcohol haze had gotten to him.
"Come on." Tommy said, standing up from the tall stool and waving the guy with him. Kevin followed and Tommy threw an arm around his shoulders to help him through the incredibly dense crowds. They went out the door marked for smokers but led to an alley. Outside, the chill of night settled in and shocked Tommy's brain back into function. He stood, leaned against the brick wall of a neighboring building, and looked at Kevin. Who was blinking the blur away and seeming more awake.
"Need to slow down." Tommy told him, smile on his lips and hands shoved into his jeans pockets. Kevin frowned at him.
"What?" He asked stupidly. Tommy snorted and made a motion of drinking with his right hand.
"Gotta slow down, man." Tommy said, feeling like he was back in the days telling Manny to stop guzzling Tequila long enough to go home somewhat lucid to his wife. Kevin scoffed and waved his hand at him as if physically batting the words away.
"'M fine." Kevin slightly slurred. Tommy smirked. He still doesn't get it.
Tommy shrugged looking around at the other occupants of the alley. "Ain't gonna be much use to her later if you keep drinkin'." Tommy looked back at Kevin when he heard a surprised sound come from him. Tommy smirked. "Not my business, but thought I'd do a friend a favor." He said shrugging his shoulders again. The cold was chilled the slight sweat that had made his skin humid from the heat of the club.
"You fuckin' with me?" Kevin asked, looking a little more lucid.
"Naw. But thought I'd give you the chance to slow down. But if whiskey dick is what you're shooting for, every man for himself." Tommy said nonchalantly. Part of him was amused that he was even having this conversation. Shouldn't he know this shit by now? He's what like 25?
"I don't know what to do." Kevin admitted, sense returning to him. He leaned his back against the wall next to Tommy while they watch smoke curl around two people closer to the end of the alley.
"Uh…" Tommy said, not knowing Kevin well enough to know exactly what he meant. Kevin barked a laugh and socked Tommy in the arm playfully.
"I'm not that bad! Fuck." Kevin said. The open welcome that the guy had given him as part of the circle, treating him like he treated Noemi, made Tommy feel good. Brendan had come closest to a friend since Manny and even then, he was more big brother than buddy. "She's got me all…" Kevin searched for a word but just waved his hands around in a chaotic fashion.
Tommy nodded and laughed, knowing the feeling all too well. "Just relax man. If she hasn't ran yet, she probably won't."
"I'm just so fuckin' nervous. I mean, have you seen her?" Kevin asked, turning to him with his eyes bugged out of his head. "She's fuckin' smoking hot."
Tommy wouldn't lie and say the girl wasn't attractive. She was, if you were into petite girls. Which Tommy wasn't much for. Despite the bonus of being able to heft them around as he pleased, he was always terrified of hurting them. They were just so much smaller. He liked women like Noemi who were closer to his height. He still worried about hurting them but not quite as much. Ever since that one time when he was 19, he was careful with the frailer sex. Nothing like 'Stop' getting yelled in your face to get a man to rethink what he knew about his own strength.
Tommy nodded and shrugged noncommittally.
"Oh right, you got it bad for my homegirl." Kevin said with a smirk. He looked up at the black sky above them. Or mostly black considering they were in the city. "Fuck."
"What?" Tommy asked.
"What do I do?" Kevin asked, sounding stressed. Tommy laughed softly.
He shrugged and told him the best he could. "Ask her what she wants. Then do it."
"Make it sound so easy." Kevin said.
"Ain't that difficult. If stupid people can…" Tommy quipped with a shrug. Kevin laughed and seemed to take the advice to heart. "You good?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Kevin said. They slipped into silence. Tommy nodded at Kevin to cue him back towards the door when a man in a big coat started talking to the two down from them and things were being passed covertly.
Back inside the warmth of the club, Tommy scanned the table, finding only empty glasses and no women. A spike of panic stabbed him in the chest. He frantically scanned the crowds, searching through the sea of dark colors for his Noemi.
"Mmm, look at you." A female voice said from beside him. He frowned, knowing immediately it wasn't Noemi. He half turned and looked at the woman before scanning the room some more. The woman held no interest for him, even though she wore a fishnet shirt, electrical tape over her nipples, and one of the shortest skirts he had ever seen outside of a strip club.
"Buy me a drink and then we can go back to your place." She tried again, fluttering her big fake lashes. Her hair was styled into two dark pigtails and she tried to scoot closer to him.
"No thanks." He grumbled, feeling irritated that she was bothering him and he still couldn't find Noemi.
Hands skimmed along his sides and a female body pressed against him from behind. He tensed and was about to wrench the hands off him when lips pressed a sticky kiss just behind his ear.
"Hey." Noemi whispered, making every nerve ending light up like fire. Her hot breath ghosted over his ear and it shivered down his spine before settling in his pelvis. She shifted to come around him and he lifted an arm over her head to allow her. He looked down at her and saw a thrilling sight.
Her amber eyes gleamed with violent warning and malicious manipulation. She stared the other woman down, daring her to challenge her. Noemi's body was hot but tense like steel. The beast in him was thrilled at this change in events. His mate was marking her territory in the face of another. Tommy could sense Noemi's moods enough to know that she was one remark away from declaring battle.
He leaned down and kissed her on the temple. "Come on. You disappeared on me." He said, wrapping an arm around her, while she clung to him. He steered her back over towards where he could see Sarah and Kevin had been reunited. The pair headed off into the mob to enjoy the night.
They stayed another hour at least. The passage of time was a difficult thing to sense here. Kevin cut back drastically on his alcohol intake. Sarah and Noemi seemed content to keep a good buzz rolling and had finished off a respectable number of drinks. Noemi sat closer to him and sometimes touched him. Her and Sarah had gone off to dance a few more times, but after Sarah got a little wobbly once, they called it a night on the dancefloor. No need for injuries.
A slower, softer song came over the speakers, allowing everyone to not have to shout to be heard for once. Tommy watched with amusement as Sarah leaned towards Kevin and whispered in his ear. The man blushed a little and nodded. Tommy smirked. Kevin caught him looking and gave a single wink.
"Getting kinda late." Kevin said ambiguously. Sarah smiled into her drink, eyes twinkling. Noemi, now her turn to be the oblivious one, cried in disappointment.
"No, come on!" She whined loudly. Kevin gave her a stern look, not too unlike what a babysitter would give an unruly kid. They had a staring contest before Noemi sighed and gave in. "Fine, whatever. Be that way then." Tommy smiled, amused that when she was drunk she turned into a moody teenager. Better than the alternatives.
"Ready to go?" Kevin asked Tommy, knowing it was him who had to do the driving. Tommy nodded. They drank the last of their drinks and headed out into the cold night.
Tommy knew he wasn't the only one cold because he didn't have a jacket, but when he had been inside, he was damn glad he did take one. Tommy held a hand to Noemi's lower back as they followed Sarah and Kevin. Sarah hung on Kevin's arm, using it to help her manage the mangled sidewalk, tipsy, and in ridiculous heels.
"Have fun?" Noemi asked from beside him. She looked up at him with a hopeful smile.
"Yeah." Tommy answered, slightly surprised by the answer. At the beginning of the night, he hadn't been so sure he would be able to make it through and especially not stone cold sober. But he did and he had. He survived it and perhaps next time she suggested it, he won't be so hesitant. She beamed at him making him more sure of his decision that it wasn't so bad. He got used to the 'vibrant' culture that she had submerged him into and by the end of the night he hardly even noticed the more extreme dressed people.
They got to Kevin's car and he unlocked. He motioned for Noemi to climb in behind the driver's seat while Sarah poured herself into the other backseat. Tommy got into the small low slung car and immediately moved the seat forward. Kevin slid into the passenger seat while the girls talked in the back.
"Thinking about staying somewhere else tonight." Kevin started, talking lowly. "Give you directions?" Tommy smirked and nodded, closing his door and getting buckled. Responding clicks went around as everyone strapped in.
Tommy started the unfamiliar car and started backing out of the parking place. It took him a moment to get the hang of a stick after not having driven one in years, but it didn't take him long. He actually forgot how much he enjoyed it. Had it been his car, he might have had some fun with it. But he didn't have one of his own. Hmm, maybe I should get a car with some of that money from the deals. Got a hefty sum and by the time I get to Sparta barely a dent will be in it from food and rent. And then there's the purses from the other fights, coming up. Most of those are five digits.
"Turn left." Kevin said, snapping him out of it. Tommy nodded, signaled, and completed the turn at the next light.
It didn't take them long to get to where Kevin directed them. A reasonable hotel downtown, nice but not too nice. One of those name brand companies that have chains all over. Kevin got out and so did Sarah and Noemi. Tommy popped the trunk so that they could get their bags out.
"We'll work out the car thing in the morning. Don't worry about it." Kevin said with a casual wave, obviously not worried about it. "Call you. Bye." Kevin said to Noemi and then Tommy. Tommy waved with a closed mouth smile. Noemi dropped into the passenger seat, closed the door, and buckled up again. Tommy waited until they were at the front desk talking to a clerk before pulling away.
The drive back was quiet. Tommy had a good memory for direction and easily found their way home to the apartment complex. Noemi seemed to have lost some of her energy since leaving the club.
The ride up the elevator was also quiet and Tommy was starting to get worried that something was wrong. But every time he looked at Noemi she didn't seem like anything was bothering her. There was just something in the air that set his nerves on edge.
Once inside, Tommy eyed everything, finding it all in its usual places. Shrugging, he turned on the kitchen light since they had turned everything off when they left. It barely lit up the kitchen and bar, but it was enough. He grabbed a water from the fridge and drank deeply. Noemi fussed around behind him, shedding her boots at some point.
Tommy rolled his neck on his shoulders and sat down on the edge of the flattened futon. He drank from his water again before setting it down by his feet, out of the way. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and let the thudding in his ears diminish. He took off the cuff at his wrist and pushed his shoes off his feet. A frustrated sigh made him look up.
Noemi stood by the entertainment center, fiddling with the controls of the stereo system she had 'saved' from Frank's basement. She had shed her nylons and tights at some point, walking around in her skirt and shirt still. Her long pale legs distracted him enough that he almost jumped when music finally came out of the speakers. She messed with it some more until it started playing what she wanted to hear.
Then she looked at him.
The Prodigy - The Day is My Enemy
The look she gave him took his breath away. She kept the music low enough that the neighbors wouldn't complain but loud enough for her liking. She closed her eyes and swayed in place, unbothered by him watching her. She swayed strongly enough that her skirt shifted and Tommy sucked his lips into his mouth. Her belt dropped to the floor with a heavy clunk that made Tommy swallow thickly.
"I'm not tired yet. Are you?" Noemi asked him, amber eyes going sly again. Tommy shook his head, unable to speak because he now knew the reason for the tension in the elevator and the ride back here. She was up to something. "Good." She whispered with a grin.
Tommy watched as her bravado slipped away slowly. She was nervous about something. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but was stopped when she reached under her skirt and pulled her underwear down her legs. Tommy couldn't breathe. Same feeling as when he was blown back from the IED that killed that kid in his Unit. Only so much better. He knew he stared dumbly at her, watching as she tossed the little scrap of dark red lace somewhere into the living room. His eyes followed its path, hardly believing what he was seeing. Then his head snapped back to her, his mouth hanging open and his breath coming fast.
She took a step towards him, uncertainty in her eyes. She stopped, hesitating. Tommy sat a little straighter, his elbows coming up off his knees. She stared at him, finding her resolve again. She walked towards him. He was helpless to do more than sit up and watch. She came to a stop again, standing between his spread knees, staring down at him with black pupils. She smirked for a second, seeing something in him that she liked.
Tommy didn't know what to do. His rational and his hormones waged war over him while she set a knee on each side of his legs, straddling him on the futon. He raised his hands from his sides, but didn't touch. Not knowing if he should or where or if he could without losing his mind. She grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him forward, giving him no option but to submit to her kiss.
His heart pounded in his chest. He had wanted this, dreamt of this, fantasized about this for so long. He wasn't entirely sure he wasn't asleep. He kissed her back but hesitantly. He knew what was going on but he wasn't sure why or if he should give in.
She cradled his head, fingers spread wide, lips sliding over his. Her kiss turned hungry, beckoning him to return it, to meet her and join her. She breathed against his cheek and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, touching her teeth to it briefly.
Fuck. Not a dream. Tommy thought, knowing no dream ever felt that good and feeling his resolve weakening to resist with that shiver that went down his spine. He panted out a breath at that and she dove back in, getting more voracious.
Noemi couldn't get enough. After her case of nerves, the adrenaline boosted her. She had been thinking about this, him, all night. She could feel him resisting, fighting it, but she could also feel him crumbling.
She wanted him to touch her, but he didn't. She wanted him to devour her, but he wouldn't. She pulled back from him, eyeing his reddened lips and how he panted from between them. His stormy eyes opened to stare at her, but were black with arousal and half lidded. He swallowed, his eyes focusing again.
"We-"
"Shut up." Noemi said firmly, but quietly panted back at him. She carded her fingers through his still spiky hair and saw a moment of war in him. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips.
"But," Tommy tried again. She put her finger to his lips, feeling frustration.
"I swear to god. Don't you dare finish that sentence." Noemi whispered in warning. She had decided, she wasn't stopping. Not for anyone or anything. And no, she was not that drunk.
He opened his mouth again to speak but she was not going to let that happen. She wiggled forward, no longer sitting on his thighs, but pressed against him. She let her weight settle on his lap and watched his face go slack and the breath in his lungs leave. He closed his eyes briefly before looking at her again. She was thrilled by the feel of his harsh jeans against her bare skin; the folds of his fly making a nice ridge.
"Shut up and touch me." She panted out, mouth inches from his. His nostrils flared before he leaned in for the kiss. He was not holding back any more. His lips pressed and sucked at hers, tasting and feeding. He shifted his head to the side and moaned as it all intensified. It took the air from her, hearing that sound, deep and grumbling.
Their kisses grew open and hot, mouthing at the other as if they fed the life into their body. Noemi felt the buzzing excitement, the burning hot lust, and the impatience for more. She wanted more and she wanted it now. His hands tightened momentarily on her skirt covered hips. Rolling her hips against him in response, she closed her eyes against the friction of his jeans against her. Tommy let out a grunt before he snapped at her lips with his teeth, catching one and sucking on it until she thought she would melt. She moaned at him, at the heat of him. The hunger that she finally got him to release.
His hands slowly rose to the hem of her shirt which had ridden up some. His thumbs slid against the skin of her hips, his calluses rasping delightfully. He kept them there, his thumbs making circles on her hipbones until she feltlike shouting at him. She made an impatient sound in her throat, lips never leaving his. He smiled against her lips and tugged at her shirt. She nodded against him making another wordless sound.
He leaned back, nearly laying back completely, and taking his mouth from her's. Slowly, he pushed up her shirt, revealing her belly, then her stomach. His fingers dipped into her waist, making her feel small and delicate with how large his hands felt against her skin. How warm his palms were. How his thicker skin felt divine, making her nerves skitter with electricity. He took the hem in his hands and pulled it up.
She was blind for a moment, but she still caught the look of amazement cross his face and the way he stared at the dark red lace bra she wore. His hand smoothed up her ribcage, fingertips halted by her breasts, while she tossed the shirt away. She breathed heavily, watching him look at her like she was more than he could ever want. Like she was a goddess amongst women and he just a lowly motral. He moved his palms towards her sides, until he could move his hands up again, his thumbs rubbing over the bottom of the cups. She breathed as best she could, waiting for what came next, for his next move.
One hand left her side and came up to tangle in her hair, pulling her to his waiting open mouth again. She met him, accepting his greedy hot kiss with her own. He held her to him, one hand behind her head, the other sliding up and down the line of her back while she lay over him. Her hands were at his sides, braced enough that she didn't strain herself, but she didn't care. Remembering that he was now hers to touch as much as she was his, she sat up abruptly, making him huff in disappointment.
The shifting of her weight brought her more in contact with his groin now that he lay back and she watch him bite at his lips and close his eyes. She grabbed at his shirt, fighting to pull it up, her hands shaking and her brain pudding except for the resounding cry for 'More'. He sat up a little and lifted his arms above his head once he realized what she wanted. She tore the thing off from around his head and threw it in a vague direction. He flopped back down again and watched her hands move over his stomach and chest.
He couldn't get enough air or even think and he couldn't have cared less. She sat over him like a demon stroking him to flame. Her hair was wild and mused from his hand and hung to one side. She looked like everything he could wish for and if he had died in that moment, he would call his life well lived. Once her hands reached his collarbone, she slid them back towards where she sat, nails trailing against his skin. He could help the gasp or back arching towards her from it, closing his eyes against this wonderful torture.
And it was torture. He was hard and aching in his jeans, not helped by how she warmed the fabric or the weight of her on top of it. He moved his hands to her knees, moving up her silky smooth pale legs. He noticed her moving and looked up at her. She reached behind and unclasped her bra, tossing it somewhere that didn't rightly matter.
He bit his lips and tried not to moan. They were better than he thought, his imagination not doing justice to the real thing. His hands tensed on her legs, needing to grip something. His hips twitched under her, needing some friction to ease the ache. She blinked at him and licked her lips. Fuck.
He could feel the beast rise in him. The darkness that rose and controlled him in the cage. It was the same one that took up the nametag of lust when it suited it. The creature that now whispered in his ear to grab and thrust and pound until he couldn't see. To press her into the mattress and make her scream. To piston in and out of her until sweat poured from him and he heaved with breath. The very beast he knew better than to let loose.
He had once. When he was young and inexperienced. And while he had not truly hurt the woman, she yelled at him to stop because he was being too rough. He had been humiliated and embarrassed. The next day when he had gone to apologize, she complained of the bruises he left in his wake as well. So he kept that beast on a short leash, learning over the years not to grab too tight or to lose himself too much in the moment.
But god did it fight him tonight. It ripped and tore at its leash, making his fingers twitch on her thighs. And she wasn't helping anything either. Her eyes making promises of checks her body couldn't cash.
Just a little. The fiend whispered, coaxing him to allow just a little. He refused. He couldn't bare it if she ran from him. He would not hurt her. Never.
She took his hand from where it lay on her thigh, twisted it in her grasp, and pressed it to a breast. She breathed out and pressed into his palm, her rosy nipple tight against his skin.
God help me.
Noemi nearly lost all sense when she heard that helpless little whine he gave in his throat when she pressed his hand to her chest. She was getting frustrated with his default to look but not to touch. She needed more than look. She needed touch and rub and grab and grind until she was mindless and limp in his arms.
She leaned down towards him again, taking his mouth. He panted against her, giving in and devouring her back. She braced her arms by his shoulders, draped over him. When she breathed, her breast brushed against his chest, her nipple catching on the short stubble there and driving her to further need and want.
Then he finally decided on some initiative. He palmed her breast firmly, moving it in his warm palm. She sighed, finally feeling like it wasn't just her molesting him, that he was participating. He rubbed a thumb over her nipple sending shockwaves through her body and straight to her clit. She moaned against his lips loving how perfect it felt and how much she wanted him. His breath ghosted out of his nose, hot and humid against her cheek. A touch of something hot and wet on her bottom lip made her open for him, meeting his tongue with her own. His answering groan was dark and promising. His left arm came around her hips and anchored her firmly against him, making them both moan again.
She worked her hips in a circle, wanting to stir his blood higher and hotter like hers, until he was burning. His hand left her breast and glided up her thigh. It didn't stop at her skirt line like the other times, but nudged past and under. She trembled, his grip on her keeping her from moving much. She tensed, hoping he would miss her scars or not notice them. She did not want to stop and have that conversation in the middle of everything.
She breathed a sigh of relief when his path took him past them, palm coming to rest over her bare mound. She swallowed his crying moan and answered his devouring kiss when he attacked. His thumb rubbed back and forth over her skin, catching slightly on what stubble was there, making her lower lips tingle. He was driving her insane, teasing and tempting. Just when she was about to reach down there herself and show him what she wanted, his thumb quested down and between.
She panted heavily, waiting for that electric shock to go sweeping through. And she was not disappointed. Each time his searching thumb rubbed just right, she jolted and moaned quietly at him, unable to pull herself away from his kiss long enough to give directions. He did fine on his own, zeroing in until she trembled and shook.
It was eventually too much and she pulled away to rest her head against his shoulder. Her body bowed towards his touch and she buried her nose in his neck, surrounded by the smell and feel of him. But as her body started to clench, searching for a stretching fullness that was absent, she felt that needy emptiness gnaw at her nerves.
With a grunt, she levered herself vertical, surprising Tommy enough that he paused in his manipulations of her clit. She looked at him while she slid back on his legs. His brows furrowed for a second. That was before she started yanking on his belt.
She ripped the thing open, the tongues loosed from their holes, and attacked the button on his jeans. He watched her, helpless to her frenzy. She didn't need help, she had this. She got the button undone, grabbing one side of the waistband enough to unzip the fly. She wiggled further back, grabbing waistband of both boxers and jeans with both hands before yanking them as hard as she could. He might have huffed a laugh at her, she didn't care. She yanked more and snarled silently until she had them halfway down his thighs.
And there he was. Looking at her while he laid back. Hobbled by his jeans and bare enough that she could see all of him. Including the angry looking cock that stood straight up at her. She bit her lip at the picture he made. His skin was ruddy from neck to cock, making his black tattoos stand out in sharp contrast. He looked at her with submissive anticipation, waiting for her. But there was a dark heat in his eyes. One that promised pleasure and looked like sin. His body was tight with it, the light in the kitchen creating shadows and valleys while he panted with breath. That exquisite example of male beneath her.
Her's for the taking.
Tommy watched as she stared him down, her body rolling as she prowled over him, wearing only her black skirt and a naughty smile. She hovered over him. Her face above his. Her skirt brushing against his cock. His hands moved of their own accord, grasping her ass and squeezing gently while he leaned up to her mouth.
Taking her bottom lip between his teeth and slowly letting it slid back out, he reveled in her moan. He could feel where his thumb slipped against her skin, still slick from its journey. He wanted to feel her around him, hot and wet and tight. She sat on his legs again, moving until his cock was trapped between his belly and her wet slit.
He didn't even try to stop the moan that was ripped from him. Hearing it, she rolled her hips forwards and back, making them both moan that time. His blood pounded in his veins and he decided that this was heaven and hell. Torturous but oh so perfect. She said something but all he could think were words like hot and wet and yes.
"Huh?" He grunted inelegantly.
"Condom?" She repeated, sounding breathless and husky. It took him a second to learn to speak English again. He shook his head. He hadn't planned on this happening or even known it would. Otherwise, he would have come better prepared. She gave a whining pout, looking so disappointed. "What?"
"We need one. I'm forgetful." She admitted. His brain wasn't completely functioning but he understood enough.
"I could…" He offered, quickly thinking about how long it would take him to get dressed, drive like a maniac to the corner store, grab something, anything, and drive back. She shook her head recovering from disappointment quicker than him.
"Make due." She muttered before shutting off his question with a kiss. His brain was still wondering what she meant when she moved against him, erasing all thought.
He grasped her hips and helped her slide up and down his pinned cock, painting it with her wetness until she glided. She planted one hand by his head. He could hear her nails scrape against the cloth by his ear. She sighed and arched her neck like a primal offering. Closing her eyes against what she felt. Tommy let his head fall back and his eyes close as well, overwhelmed by the liquid electricity that filled him
He could feel that edge building. That exquisite cliff that she was yanking him towards. He fought with the beast all the way, but kept it caged. Her moans returned, the sounds zipping up and down his spine. The feeling and sound of her rubbing herself off on him was getting to be too much. The ache too much, the cliff looming ever closer.
He opened his eyes and mouth, wanting to warn her, wanting to tell her. But all that came out was a moan. She made for a sight to end all. He hoped the sight would be burnt into his skull for the rest of his days. His upward rocks against her and her flexing of her hips. Her body moving and flowing like water, boneless and flushed pink. Her breasts jiggled and swayed slightly on her chest, hypnotizing him closer.
Heat and lust built, making it so hard to remember how to breathe. He could feel the sharp beginning. Like a sweet razors edge at the tip of his cock, caught each time but the hood of her clit, until it spread down and up his body like a tidal wave. Yanking him under and over and all around.
Noemi slowed her moving and looked down at the face of the sweat covered and panting man below her. Sweat beaded on his skin making it shine, his eyes rolled in his head, and his nostrils flared with needing oxygen. He probably didn't know he had arched so hard he lifted them both off the futon a few inches. Nor did he likely know the resounding and loud groan he gave when he had.
"Sorry." He whispered between pants, his body giving a shiver that made his body tremble. She just stared down at him wondering why he apologized. To apologize for something so...so...
"So fucking hot." She whispered, not knowing she said it aloud until his eyes flew open. He stared at her, eyes wide and vulnerable. She bit her lip and nodded. He closed his eyes and groaned. His hands tightened when they were still glued to her ass and she felt a throb, remembering where she had been before he distracted her.
She was still close enough to that cliff that she wasn't going to take chances. She grabbed his hand and slid it back up her thigh until his fingers touched her lower lips against, making her sigh. He gave a grunt and set to work.
After flipping his hand over, he curled his fingers against her, making her melt. She dropped to her elbows over him, wanting to feel him closer. To smell his skin. She sagged against him and let herself feel. Hips curling towards the sensations his fingers set zipping along her nerves, making her hungry for the next pass, soon not caring if her body had anything to clench around or not. Her body shook and she struggled for breath, feeling that swelling of heat. She could almost reach out and touch, grab it, make it hers, force it to take her along.
With each electric swipe of his fingers that made her hips arch and twitch, he pushed her higher, closer. All thought melted away and left a nameless desire that swelled and arced, spreading out out in exquisite warmth. She let herself drop into the black abyss of sensation, vaguely feeling her mortal body seize and cry.
When her soul returned to her body, she felt exhilarated and exhausted. She lay boneless and weak against Tommy's moving chest. She twitched and groaned with each contraction of her body, still responding to all that had happened but helpless to make it stop and relax. She focused on calming her breathing and relaxing only to find that she was adrift. Warm and sated, safe with Tommy next to her.
Sleep snuck up on her and wrapped her into its embrace, taking her under.
Ok, beloved readers. I have some bad news to impart. I have lost interest in writing Save Yourself. I have recently came up with a new story (original) that has been taking up all my thoughts and energy. So the bad news is that I probably won't finish Save Yourself. I thought I would leave you on a lighter note than what Chapter 38 would have been (horrendous cliffhanger that would have been beyond cruel).
That being said, yes there are some scenes that I still want to get on paper. Eventually. But I think I will post them like One-shots.
I know many of you will be severely disappointed and I am truly sorry for that. You all have been so supportive and so wonderful, sticking along with this as long as you have. What I can do for those of you who are needing closure, is post a summary of how things end. Kind of like an epilogue, but not quite. It would detail everything that happens and how it all ends and then I would add chapters that intersperse into that summary as I work on them.
Please tell me if you are interested in a summary/epilogue, and I will post one sometime this coming week.