Rated NC-17 or R, not sure. I thought about it I just don't do tame. Also
slow, like torture.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the television show "The Pretender." They belong to Steve Long Mitchell, Craig W. Sickel, and TNT.
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 26 Dream
In the common room, she snatches up her backpack and runs back into the bedroom. "Pen and paper, you'll never know when you'll get a crazy idea that just won't go away." With saying that she kicks the door closed.
Blue Cove Hotel Miss Parker's room Room 17A
Quickly Jarod goes over to Miss Parker bedroom door, opens it and closes it, just in time because Broots chooses then to come into the suite. Sighing Jarod congratulates himself, until he notices the room is filed with steam.
He could hear her in the shower; her soft moans were play havoc with his body. He feels himself growing larger. 'Damn it's hot in here.' Light music is playing; focusing on the music it takes Jarod a couple of minutes to recognize the artist. 'Sara Mclaughlan, must be a mixed CD'
The music, the moisture in the air was having an erotic effect, couple with her soft moans, Jarod couldn't take it any more. 'Focus!'
Taking of his coat, Jarod looks around the room, not much just a king-size bed. Finding the 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign, quickly opening the door he places it fidgeting he puts it on the door handle. Still feeling hot, he tries to occupy his turbulent thoughts.
'Ok. Remove her gun from easy reach.' Putting the gun on the end table in the far left corner of the room. Jarod sees Miss Parker's black silk bra on the chair. "Next join Parker in the shower.' Shaking his head to clean the image of Miss Parker's backside, which he remembers from Ocee's Jarod, finds it difficult. 'What? No.'
'Damn she's messy.' Looking around the bedroom, Jarod spies' cloths scattered all over the place. Deciding that tiding up the room would preoccupy his erotic thoughts; he starts to pick up after Miss Parker. Folding each piece of her cloths into a neat little pile he puts them also on the end table. 'Only thing missing are her panties.'
Heading toward the shower, Jarod sees her black silk panties on the ground outside the bathroom. Picking the material up Jarod brings it up to his noise, inhales deeply, 'Damn she smells *so* good.' ' Again Jarod feels himself growing uncomfortable in his pants. Fingering his jeans to give a little room he runs his hands over his pocket. He pulls out a gleaming earring. 'It had to be her.' Putting it back into his pocket, Jarod tries for the millionth times to remember that night clearly.
Walking to the end table Jarod hears his shoes squeak, 'shit' wiping them off, he waits a few seconds, hearing the occupant still is the shower he releases his breath. The steam coming out of the bathroom makes a light fog; the moisture in the air was starting to bother his toes. Taking off his socks Jarod wiggles his toes. 'That feels better.'
Hearing the shower slowly coming to an end, Jarod quickly turns off most of the lights in the apartment. 'She won't be able to spot me in the dark.' He leaves one on, next to the shower and the right hand side of the bed. Jarod stands just in front of the table the now holds Miss Parker's gun and her cloths. He is hidden be shadows.
Jarod primes himself to see Parker. She emerges from the bathroom like a goddess, clouds of mist surrounding her. One cloth towel surrounds her body. Her wet hair hanging down giving her, a wild wet look. 'Damn she looks good.'
Miss Parker doesn't notice the light change. She also doesn't spot Jarod standing in the shadows of her bedroom. Walking towards her door, she flicks the locks. Walking over to the bed, she flops down on the bed Miss Parker stars unblinking up at the ceiling. She is less then five feet of Jarod, unknowing giving Jarod as spectacular view of her of legs and the lower part of her bottom. 'So she is a natural red head.'
Knowing that if he spoke before had total control of the situation, Miss Parker wouldn't answer any of the burning questions on his mind. Walking toward her, she didn't notice him until too late. Her squirming body wasn't much of a struggle, with Jarod effortlessly pined her to the bed. One leg in-between her legs and his hands holding down hers on either side of her making sure she couldn't move. He leads forward just touching her.
"Did Thomas ever write you any letters?" questions Jarod. Seeing her eye widen with surprise with shock, then narrow in distrust.
"Why?" She demands. Bucking under him.
"Stop that," Jarod harshly demands, when she stops "Did Thomas ever write you?"
"No." She hisses, leaning forward Jarod pulls her hands together over her head. Getting a good grasp of them he frees one hand, reaches in his pocket.
"Tell me Miss Parker," he whispered into her ear. "Did you lose an earring?"
"What?" she hisses in his ear, causing him to shiver.
"This earring," he says as he frees one of her hands. Placing the earring in her palm, he felt her move under him towards the light to look at the earring, holding her wrist for good measure. Jarod focuses not on her face but her neck.
'So long.' Leaning forward, he starts to kiss her neck. Feeling her stiffen under him, he doesn't stop. Then he hears her softly moan. Slowly she starts to relax under he continued assault. He moves his leg that is between hers slowly.
"Jar," she starts "We, hum, need to hum..."
Jarod feels moisture on his jeans. 'I'm turning her on.' Moving his hand into her hair. Moving from her neck slowly up her jaw line toward the sensitive spot in the groove between her jaw and earlobe he places wet kisses. Still moving his leg, Jarod hears her moaning. He lets go of her hands. Lightly like butterflies, he feels her hands on his shoulders. 'Need to get more comfortable.'
Slipping on arm under her body he picks her up and moves her deeper into the bed. "Jar" she says as he cuts her off, putting his mouth over hers. Gingerly he explores her mouth. Savoring every minute. He starts to intensify the kiss. Her soft moans spur him on.
Reaching behind him, Jarod pulls his shirt up. Once he has it in a bunch, he quickly pulls away from her and removes his shirt. Then just as quickly replaces his lips on top of hers. Demandingly, Jarod continued to kiss her.
Moaning, she pulls him closer, sliding one hand onto his back the other into his hair. The only cloths separating them were his jeans and her towel. Tucking her closer, he felt her legs rewrap around his leg. He started to caress her. Very slowly he removed the towel, when his hands started to caress her breasts, he felt her stiffen 'should I stop?' lifting his hands up but not completely off her, her body involuntary moved up towards his hands.
Breaking the kiss, "Sensitive."
Her hands reach down to his jeans. He feels her hands work to free him from his constraints. Lifting himself up a little, she slip her trap leg out from under him. When she was done with the buttons she lifted both of her legs up tucked her toes his jeans, with one good push she had his pants off. Lowing himself on top of her, he rubs against her.
Slowly he kissed his way down her body towards her harden breasts. Taking one into his mouth his licks the peak, then sucks gently.
Moaning, she starts to caress his shoulders with her hands, kissing his skin were she could. When he starts to suck her harder, her moans become pleas. Lifting his head his takes the other breast into his mouth and repeats the process.
This frees his hand, which is slowly caressing his way down. Slipping his hand in between her legs, he felt her wetness. He focused his caress there; he knew she was close when she bucked under him. Still he didn't enter her.
"Jarod stop teasing."
Staring into her blue eyes, Jarod saw her hunger. He removed his fingers, shifted his weight and positioned himself to enter her. 'Now' thrusting inside her going as deep as he could. He saw her eyes widen with shock. Her entire body stiffened she dug her nails into his shoulders; her face was a mixture of pain and pleasure. 'So tight.'
"You're big."
Not moving, he waits for her body to adjust to his. Stroking her breasts, he kisses her closed mouth, slowly her body relaxes. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Opening her mouth she kisses him back. Moving slowly he pulls out then thrusts in. She moans low in her throat as he continues to kiss her. Repeating the process she yanks her mouth away from his.
"Please," she entreated as she stroked him "Jarod I need more, faster." Compiling he speeds up a little. Which only serves to make her plead more. The intensity starts to build. She ranks her nails down his back.
"My. Angel. mine. you're. my.. Angel," Jarod chanted as he frantically drives himself in and out of her. She tightens her legs around him; she arches her body to meet his. She softly cries out his name as she comes. Thrusting hard into her he felt as if he exploded from the inside.
Collapsing onto her, his body smothers hers; he notices that she has passed out. Gingerly he pulls himself out of her. He places his head next to her, his eyes start to close, and soon Jarod is sleep on top of Miss Parker.
****************************************************************** Life is good, right?
Dream
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the television show "The Pretender." They belong to Steve Long Mitchell, Craig W. Sickel, and TNT.
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 26 Dream
In the common room, she snatches up her backpack and runs back into the bedroom. "Pen and paper, you'll never know when you'll get a crazy idea that just won't go away." With saying that she kicks the door closed.
Blue Cove Hotel Miss Parker's room Room 17A
Quickly Jarod goes over to Miss Parker bedroom door, opens it and closes it, just in time because Broots chooses then to come into the suite. Sighing Jarod congratulates himself, until he notices the room is filed with steam.
He could hear her in the shower; her soft moans were play havoc with his body. He feels himself growing larger. 'Damn it's hot in here.' Light music is playing; focusing on the music it takes Jarod a couple of minutes to recognize the artist. 'Sara Mclaughlan, must be a mixed CD'
The music, the moisture in the air was having an erotic effect, couple with her soft moans, Jarod couldn't take it any more. 'Focus!'
Taking of his coat, Jarod looks around the room, not much just a king-size bed. Finding the 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign, quickly opening the door he places it fidgeting he puts it on the door handle. Still feeling hot, he tries to occupy his turbulent thoughts.
'Ok. Remove her gun from easy reach.' Putting the gun on the end table in the far left corner of the room. Jarod sees Miss Parker's black silk bra on the chair. "Next join Parker in the shower.' Shaking his head to clean the image of Miss Parker's backside, which he remembers from Ocee's Jarod, finds it difficult. 'What? No.'
'Damn she's messy.' Looking around the bedroom, Jarod spies' cloths scattered all over the place. Deciding that tiding up the room would preoccupy his erotic thoughts; he starts to pick up after Miss Parker. Folding each piece of her cloths into a neat little pile he puts them also on the end table. 'Only thing missing are her panties.'
Heading toward the shower, Jarod sees her black silk panties on the ground outside the bathroom. Picking the material up Jarod brings it up to his noise, inhales deeply, 'Damn she smells *so* good.' ' Again Jarod feels himself growing uncomfortable in his pants. Fingering his jeans to give a little room he runs his hands over his pocket. He pulls out a gleaming earring. 'It had to be her.' Putting it back into his pocket, Jarod tries for the millionth times to remember that night clearly.
Walking to the end table Jarod hears his shoes squeak, 'shit' wiping them off, he waits a few seconds, hearing the occupant still is the shower he releases his breath. The steam coming out of the bathroom makes a light fog; the moisture in the air was starting to bother his toes. Taking off his socks Jarod wiggles his toes. 'That feels better.'
Hearing the shower slowly coming to an end, Jarod quickly turns off most of the lights in the apartment. 'She won't be able to spot me in the dark.' He leaves one on, next to the shower and the right hand side of the bed. Jarod stands just in front of the table the now holds Miss Parker's gun and her cloths. He is hidden be shadows.
Jarod primes himself to see Parker. She emerges from the bathroom like a goddess, clouds of mist surrounding her. One cloth towel surrounds her body. Her wet hair hanging down giving her, a wild wet look. 'Damn she looks good.'
Miss Parker doesn't notice the light change. She also doesn't spot Jarod standing in the shadows of her bedroom. Walking towards her door, she flicks the locks. Walking over to the bed, she flops down on the bed Miss Parker stars unblinking up at the ceiling. She is less then five feet of Jarod, unknowing giving Jarod as spectacular view of her of legs and the lower part of her bottom. 'So she is a natural red head.'
Knowing that if he spoke before had total control of the situation, Miss Parker wouldn't answer any of the burning questions on his mind. Walking toward her, she didn't notice him until too late. Her squirming body wasn't much of a struggle, with Jarod effortlessly pined her to the bed. One leg in-between her legs and his hands holding down hers on either side of her making sure she couldn't move. He leads forward just touching her.
"Did Thomas ever write you any letters?" questions Jarod. Seeing her eye widen with surprise with shock, then narrow in distrust.
"Why?" She demands. Bucking under him.
"Stop that," Jarod harshly demands, when she stops "Did Thomas ever write you?"
"No." She hisses, leaning forward Jarod pulls her hands together over her head. Getting a good grasp of them he frees one hand, reaches in his pocket.
"Tell me Miss Parker," he whispered into her ear. "Did you lose an earring?"
"What?" she hisses in his ear, causing him to shiver.
"This earring," he says as he frees one of her hands. Placing the earring in her palm, he felt her move under him towards the light to look at the earring, holding her wrist for good measure. Jarod focuses not on her face but her neck.
'So long.' Leaning forward, he starts to kiss her neck. Feeling her stiffen under him, he doesn't stop. Then he hears her softly moan. Slowly she starts to relax under he continued assault. He moves his leg that is between hers slowly.
"Jar," she starts "We, hum, need to hum..."
Jarod feels moisture on his jeans. 'I'm turning her on.' Moving his hand into her hair. Moving from her neck slowly up her jaw line toward the sensitive spot in the groove between her jaw and earlobe he places wet kisses. Still moving his leg, Jarod hears her moaning. He lets go of her hands. Lightly like butterflies, he feels her hands on his shoulders. 'Need to get more comfortable.'
Slipping on arm under her body he picks her up and moves her deeper into the bed. "Jar" she says as he cuts her off, putting his mouth over hers. Gingerly he explores her mouth. Savoring every minute. He starts to intensify the kiss. Her soft moans spur him on.
Reaching behind him, Jarod pulls his shirt up. Once he has it in a bunch, he quickly pulls away from her and removes his shirt. Then just as quickly replaces his lips on top of hers. Demandingly, Jarod continued to kiss her.
Moaning, she pulls him closer, sliding one hand onto his back the other into his hair. The only cloths separating them were his jeans and her towel. Tucking her closer, he felt her legs rewrap around his leg. He started to caress her. Very slowly he removed the towel, when his hands started to caress her breasts, he felt her stiffen 'should I stop?' lifting his hands up but not completely off her, her body involuntary moved up towards his hands.
Breaking the kiss, "Sensitive."
Her hands reach down to his jeans. He feels her hands work to free him from his constraints. Lifting himself up a little, she slip her trap leg out from under him. When she was done with the buttons she lifted both of her legs up tucked her toes his jeans, with one good push she had his pants off. Lowing himself on top of her, he rubs against her.
Slowly he kissed his way down her body towards her harden breasts. Taking one into his mouth his licks the peak, then sucks gently.
Moaning, she starts to caress his shoulders with her hands, kissing his skin were she could. When he starts to suck her harder, her moans become pleas. Lifting his head his takes the other breast into his mouth and repeats the process.
This frees his hand, which is slowly caressing his way down. Slipping his hand in between her legs, he felt her wetness. He focused his caress there; he knew she was close when she bucked under him. Still he didn't enter her.
"Jarod stop teasing."
Staring into her blue eyes, Jarod saw her hunger. He removed his fingers, shifted his weight and positioned himself to enter her. 'Now' thrusting inside her going as deep as he could. He saw her eyes widen with shock. Her entire body stiffened she dug her nails into his shoulders; her face was a mixture of pain and pleasure. 'So tight.'
"You're big."
Not moving, he waits for her body to adjust to his. Stroking her breasts, he kisses her closed mouth, slowly her body relaxes. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Opening her mouth she kisses him back. Moving slowly he pulls out then thrusts in. She moans low in her throat as he continues to kiss her. Repeating the process she yanks her mouth away from his.
"Please," she entreated as she stroked him "Jarod I need more, faster." Compiling he speeds up a little. Which only serves to make her plead more. The intensity starts to build. She ranks her nails down his back.
"My. Angel. mine. you're. my.. Angel," Jarod chanted as he frantically drives himself in and out of her. She tightens her legs around him; she arches her body to meet his. She softly cries out his name as she comes. Thrusting hard into her he felt as if he exploded from the inside.
Collapsing onto her, his body smothers hers; he notices that she has passed out. Gingerly he pulls himself out of her. He places his head next to her, his eyes start to close, and soon Jarod is sleep on top of Miss Parker.
****************************************************************** Life is good, right?
Dream