Title: Ripped (3/?)
Disclaimer: (To the tune of "You Don't Own Me," by Leslie Gore) I don't own it, I'm not trying to claim it in any way. I don't own it, don't hunt me down cause I'll never pay!
Rating: R/NC-17 (This part's pretty short, because it's just the NC-17 material. As usual, you won't miss anything if you skip this part, so if you're offended by smut and/or too young to read it, feel free to move right along…)
Pairings: Eric/Maria (OC), Tim/Calleigh
Feedback: Your feedback = my inspiration = more frequent updates.
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"No..." Eric groaned against Maria's mouth as her pager went off.
"Ignore it." Maria gasped, turning off the offending electronic device. She laughed softly. "I can not believe we're doing this."
"Again." Eric reminded her. He lifted her up easily and walked over so she was pressed between him and the wall. "Familiar? We were right here, in this same spot, two months ago."
Maria gasped. The day after they'd met. And the morning after the first time they had spent the night together. "I can't believe you remembered."
"I can't believe you forgot." Eric teased, sliding his hand under her tight black skirt. "I thought girls were supposed to be obsessed with remembering anniversaries and crap like that."
"Stop talking." Maria ordered, for the second time that day. "There are much better things you could be doing with your mouth right now."
"Yeah, you're right about that." Eric admitted. The next thing Maria was aware of, he was kneeling in front of her, pushing her skirt up around her hips. He raised an eyebrow and smirked when he saw that she wasn't wearing underwear.
"Laundry da..." Maria's words became an incoherent moan as Eric pressed his mouth against her sensitive flesh, probing gently with his tongue, then not as gently.
Unable to form a single word, she simply urged him on with soft murmurs and her fingers tangling in his dark hair. She barely managed to stifle a scream when he plunged two fingers into her, thrusting slowly.
Eric groaned as Maria began to move her hips slightly, trying to get closer to his mouth and hand. Her moans became quick, almost pained gasps as he began to move his tongue and his fingers faster.
When he withdrew his hand and pushed his tongue into her instead, she'd had enough. "Now." She managed to whimper, tugging gently at his hair to pull him up.
He stood up, wrapping his arms around Maria and lifting her up, supporting her against the wall with his hands under her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him as she unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxer shorts down to his knees.
Immediately, he slid into her, penetrating her deeply with one fluid motion. He moaned and nearly lost his balance as he was enveloped in her warmth and wetness, her inner muscles tightening around him. He dug his fingers into her skin, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out, knowing how disastrous it would be for both of them if they were caught.
Pressing her harder into the wall behind her, he removed his hands from her thighs and pushed up her shirt. Lowering his head to her breasts, he teased her through the black lace, gently licking and sucking as she arched her back, trying to get closer to his mouth, to relieve the pressure that was building up inside of her.
If she had been able to catch her breath, she would have been unable to hold back a scream as Eric began to thrust into her, hard, fast, and deep. Instead, she held onto him, matching his movements as much as she could, considering how tightly she was pressed between his body and the wall.
She knew that they both should have felt guilty for what they were doing. They were neglecting their jobs to fuck. But at that moment, she couldn't have been bothered to care, and she was willing to bet that Eric wasn't too concerned about their behavior, either.
The sheer intensity of her orgasm came as a shock to her, ripping through her and completely knocking the air out of her lungs. As she started to regain her senses, Maria realized Eric was still slamming into her. He kept thrusting until she came again, moaning his name, and then he couldn't hold off any longer, and climaxed deep inside of her with a low, hoarse groan.
The two of them sagged against the wall, completely out of breath and dazed. Slowly, they slid to the floor, landing in a heap, their bodies still joined.
"God, Maria..." Eric mumbled, his face buried in her long hair, now loosened from the tight braid by his fingers.
"Yeah." She gasped out, leaning against him, listening to his heart beat slowly returning to normal.
She almost cried when he pulled out of her suddenly. He managed to stand up, pulling her with him, and kept one arm around her waist as he smoothed her skirt and adjusted his own clothing. Then he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her softly.
"We'd better get back upstairs." He said, brushing a few strands of hair off of her face.
"You'll want to stop in the bathroom first, you're wearing more lipstick than I am." Maria replied, laughing as she noticed for the first time how disheveled he was, and realized that she must have looked equally frightful.
Eric laughed, too, and took her in his arms, holding her close once more. It occurred to him that he and Maria didn't laugh together very often, and he'd better savor the moment while it lasted.
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TBC…
Disclaimer: (To the tune of "You Don't Own Me," by Leslie Gore) I don't own it, I'm not trying to claim it in any way. I don't own it, don't hunt me down cause I'll never pay!
Rating: R/NC-17 (This part's pretty short, because it's just the NC-17 material. As usual, you won't miss anything if you skip this part, so if you're offended by smut and/or too young to read it, feel free to move right along…)
Pairings: Eric/Maria (OC), Tim/Calleigh
Feedback: Your feedback = my inspiration = more frequent updates.
__________________________________________
"No..." Eric groaned against Maria's mouth as her pager went off.
"Ignore it." Maria gasped, turning off the offending electronic device. She laughed softly. "I can not believe we're doing this."
"Again." Eric reminded her. He lifted her up easily and walked over so she was pressed between him and the wall. "Familiar? We were right here, in this same spot, two months ago."
Maria gasped. The day after they'd met. And the morning after the first time they had spent the night together. "I can't believe you remembered."
"I can't believe you forgot." Eric teased, sliding his hand under her tight black skirt. "I thought girls were supposed to be obsessed with remembering anniversaries and crap like that."
"Stop talking." Maria ordered, for the second time that day. "There are much better things you could be doing with your mouth right now."
"Yeah, you're right about that." Eric admitted. The next thing Maria was aware of, he was kneeling in front of her, pushing her skirt up around her hips. He raised an eyebrow and smirked when he saw that she wasn't wearing underwear.
"Laundry da..." Maria's words became an incoherent moan as Eric pressed his mouth against her sensitive flesh, probing gently with his tongue, then not as gently.
Unable to form a single word, she simply urged him on with soft murmurs and her fingers tangling in his dark hair. She barely managed to stifle a scream when he plunged two fingers into her, thrusting slowly.
Eric groaned as Maria began to move her hips slightly, trying to get closer to his mouth and hand. Her moans became quick, almost pained gasps as he began to move his tongue and his fingers faster.
When he withdrew his hand and pushed his tongue into her instead, she'd had enough. "Now." She managed to whimper, tugging gently at his hair to pull him up.
He stood up, wrapping his arms around Maria and lifting her up, supporting her against the wall with his hands under her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him as she unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxer shorts down to his knees.
Immediately, he slid into her, penetrating her deeply with one fluid motion. He moaned and nearly lost his balance as he was enveloped in her warmth and wetness, her inner muscles tightening around him. He dug his fingers into her skin, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out, knowing how disastrous it would be for both of them if they were caught.
Pressing her harder into the wall behind her, he removed his hands from her thighs and pushed up her shirt. Lowering his head to her breasts, he teased her through the black lace, gently licking and sucking as she arched her back, trying to get closer to his mouth, to relieve the pressure that was building up inside of her.
If she had been able to catch her breath, she would have been unable to hold back a scream as Eric began to thrust into her, hard, fast, and deep. Instead, she held onto him, matching his movements as much as she could, considering how tightly she was pressed between his body and the wall.
She knew that they both should have felt guilty for what they were doing. They were neglecting their jobs to fuck. But at that moment, she couldn't have been bothered to care, and she was willing to bet that Eric wasn't too concerned about their behavior, either.
The sheer intensity of her orgasm came as a shock to her, ripping through her and completely knocking the air out of her lungs. As she started to regain her senses, Maria realized Eric was still slamming into her. He kept thrusting until she came again, moaning his name, and then he couldn't hold off any longer, and climaxed deep inside of her with a low, hoarse groan.
The two of them sagged against the wall, completely out of breath and dazed. Slowly, they slid to the floor, landing in a heap, their bodies still joined.
"God, Maria..." Eric mumbled, his face buried in her long hair, now loosened from the tight braid by his fingers.
"Yeah." She gasped out, leaning against him, listening to his heart beat slowly returning to normal.
She almost cried when he pulled out of her suddenly. He managed to stand up, pulling her with him, and kept one arm around her waist as he smoothed her skirt and adjusted his own clothing. Then he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her softly.
"We'd better get back upstairs." He said, brushing a few strands of hair off of her face.
"You'll want to stop in the bathroom first, you're wearing more lipstick than I am." Maria replied, laughing as she noticed for the first time how disheveled he was, and realized that she must have looked equally frightful.
Eric laughed, too, and took her in his arms, holding her close once more. It occurred to him that he and Maria didn't laugh together very often, and he'd better savor the moment while it lasted.
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TBC…