The old interrogation room, where Beckett had dragged Castle, greeted the lovers with stale air, cobwebs, and a thick layer of dust on everything the eye could cling to. The old-timers never remembered this room, and the youngsters, by and large, had no idea. There was only enough room in the interrogation room for a table and a couple of chairs, and, as far as Beckett knew, the microphones were turned off because of the dilapidated and disgusting quality of communications.
- And where's the comfy box? - Castle was clearly a little disappointed. - Or are we gonna stand around and finish what we weren't allowed to do earlier?
- All in good time, Castle! - Beckett stepped close to him and pinched his groin lightly, anticipating his amused facial expression. - Or do you think we're the only ones in hiding?
- Any hiding place is an honor to me," Castle immediately recovered from the imaginary fright and now grinned all over his mouth. - And I'd like to right now.
She stopped him with a flick of her hand, though she herself felt a slight shiver.
- Wait for me, Castle. But don't turn on any more lights!
And she slipped outside. Castle had nothing to do but to turn off the ceiling lights, shine the phone, check all the blinds for tightness, and, standing by the pier at the entrance, wait for Kate. However, with several years of keeping his distance, a half an hour didn't mean a thing. And he would be sure to show Kate the prowess he had been robbed of hours before.
And then the door creaked open.
- Castle! - Beckett called out in a whisper.
- There! - Rick answered just as softly, drawing Kate to him by the arm: their lips found each other in the darkness immediately, but Kate somehow announced a pause.
- Wait!" she stopped her friend, resting her head against his chest. - I brought a couple of blankets. They should be thrown over the interrogation table... - and handed the bundle to Castle.
- I hope you didn't have to wake the duty officers for that... - Castle grinned, grabbing it with both hands. - And we won't be disturbed again.
- No!" Kate shook her head negatively, giving him a cherry wave, and it even seemed to Castle that Beckett was puffing up some more. And if it wasn't a game of his fevered imagination, and in fact it was, then that in itself was just wonderful...
The two of them carefully spread out the blankets, lighting up the phone, and Castle rested his butt on the edge of the tabletop.
- Cass-s-sl... - Beckett whispered, snuggling up next to her. - Did you close the door?
- I thought you did! - Rick's amazement wasn't faked, but Beckett squeezed his hand in return.
- Observant... What else are you observing?
- You're not wearing panties?
- But you never gave them to me...
- What are they for, anyway...
Lightning flickered: it was Beckett going on the offensive, and Castle leaned back on the table. As their emotionally dense meetings began, Beckett's desire hadn't gone anywhere, and Castle would have his say someday...
- O-sss... - he hissed through clenched teeth as Kate covered his cock with her mouth. Beckett, on the other hand, was silent, all about the blowjob. She didn't have to try very hard, because Castle was already pretty pissed off, and from the minute they had made out at the coffee machine, Beckett felt guilty about it. No, Castle had long ago accepted her commitment and obsession with work, but to leave him without a "sweet tooth" sounded a lot like a betrayal. Though it was nobody's fault. But it didn't matter now. A good, solid batch of sex would do well to spare her remorse and him from the annoyance of a bummer...
"Anything for you, Castle!" - Beckett gripped the shaft tightly, exposing the firm flesh, and tickled her tongue into the very center of the throbbing head: Castle jerked sharply and mumbled, clinging to the table with her hands. It had been a long time since they'd had exactly the kind of secret place that few people knew about, but the nuisance was worth anticipating. Well, lest you be disappointed later...
Kate took his cock deeper into her mouth, sucking and helping herself with her tongue. And her every movement sent a shiver through his body. Just like the first night they'd met, when Castle had taken her hand at the front door and led her away. And Kate already knew how she would meet her love and how she would pay for it. And he didn't take her right there in the living room, doggy-style or on the edge of the table, facing her. No, Rick took her into the bedroom, and right outside the door Kate almost pushed Castle into the wall to unzip her fly. And before Rick could even say "meow," Beckett's previously unyielding lips pounced on his thirsty flesh. And it must be said that Kate worked hard: taking the shaft fully into her mouth, moving it from cheek to cheek, licking and licking the elastic head, massaging the shaft at the base and swallowing its secret. And yes, she did bring him to a demolition peak, literally and figuratively, and then with laughter and jokes dragged her "stud" to the bed. Well, so he didn't feel deprived, and Castle went all out on her. He fucked her from behind, from above, and on top of her. He lay on his side, impatiently squeezing her tits, and pounding, pounding into that sweet little "golden hole" that he had exclusive rights to.
And like two eels, they intertwined and intertwined, sucking, licking and smacking, to come together again in a love wedge and to comprehend, to comprehend each other... And it's a good thing they made it before Martha, for starting a relationship with a global bummer is clearly not a good sign...
Kate let go of Castle's organs, breathing heavily, and took a breath: she, too, was turned on by his moans, and by his firm hands that ran their fingers through her hair, pushing her pleasure. And Beckett straightened up and pulled off her shirt, her skirt, dropping her clothes on a couple of chairs to her right. Finally, with her finger she laid her cock against his groin, and with her tongue she went from the base of his scrotum to the tip of his head, sucking and nibbling at his testicles.
And Castle responded with even more elaborate moans and sharp, clear movements. That Rick was on his way, Kate not unreasonably suspected, and dropping her shoes, climbed on her lover. But she didn't settle down right away, and with her hands resting on his stomach, she began to jerk her crotch against his cock, so that he would find his way in, but no more than that. And so it was repeated a number of times, and when Beckett did settle on his cock, she realized that she'd overdone it a little: Castle erupted into her, with wheezing, moaning, and wailing. He was digging his fingers into her thighs, and swearing like a dockworker in New York Harbor. But all in all, Beckett's interference was satisfactory.
Hot, inflamed, her lip biting into pain, she fumbled with his softening cock and his cautiously exposed finger, to which her overexcited clitoris reacted keenly. And when Kate screamed, thrashing in a violent orgasm, bucking her knees and arching her back, Castle fumbled for her hand and pulled it toward him.
She collapsed on his chest, and profuse sweat glued their torsos together. And she breathed into his face, exhaling frequently, and his salty, swollen lips tasted like chocolate to Beckett...
And so they lay there: she listening to his heartbeat, he stroking her knees, until he let out a mighty snore.
- Oops! Whew... - Beckett climbed off the table and slipped her hand into the alcove: there rested his phone. And before anyone poked their noses in there, they needed to erase any trace of the crime as best they could. Unwind a contented Castle, get dressed, sit in the dark to cool off a bit, and roll up the blankets. And then turn on the ventilation and get some air in the room. And then drag Castle back to his/her house and do the shagging again. And even more than one.
Satisfied, tired, elated, and slightly wary, the lovers left first the room and then the precinct unnoticed. No one stopped them, no one asked them anything. And they would return the blankets later... And you can wear clean panties at all. Or do without them for a while...
