Author's Note: I honestly do not know where this came from. Some deep, smut filled part of my brain, I guess. This is the most extreme thing I've written to date, and I really do not know how I feel about it but... here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
I don't know how this happened. No, wait… scratch that. I know exactly how this happened. The first time, anyway. I'm just not entirely sure why it continues to happen. Well, I probably know the answer to that too if we're being honest. The first time it happened was after Nick's abduction and recovery. We all needed a break. We needed something life affirming. A serious release.
It started out with drinks at a bar after work and then we somehow ended up back at Grissom's townhouse. Me, Catherine and Grissom. Alone. Together. The three of us were drunk off our asses so one thing led to another and before I knew it, the three of us were in bed together. Naked. Kissing. Fucking. God, it was the best sex I've ever had in my entire life. It's also continued happening for the last six months. It's really the perfect solution for all of us, now that I think about it. Three workaholics, one who is a single mom. None of which have the time or desire for an actual relationship. So, it is a win win for all three of us.
We all have tonight off, something Grissom tries to work out as often as he can. We're at Griss's, where we usually end up. The three of us are on his couch. Catherine is straddling my lap, her hands in my hair and her tongue in my mouth. Griss's lips are sucking on my collarbone, his beard leaving a delicious burn on my skin. His hands are alternating between Cath's breasts and mine. One of my hands is under Cath's skirt, on her bare ass. My other hand is rubbing the bulge at the front of Grissom's jeans.
"My God." Grissom mumbles as his lips move to Catherine's neck. "The two of you are the sexiest things I've ever seen in my life. Absolute goddesses."
"Sexier than Lady Heather?" Catherine smirks as she pulls away from my mouth to look at him.
"Heather has nothing on the two of you." Grissom growls, licking the side of Cath's neck.
"Oh, fuck." I gasp as I feel Cath's hand move between my legs. She divested me of my pants earlier so the only barrier between my lower half and her hand is my thong.
"Mmm, baby. God Griss, she's soaked!" Catherine grabs one of Grissom's hands and brings it down to my core.
"Beautiful, wet pussy." Grissom says as I feel his hand rubbing against me, his fingers lightly rubbing my clit against the fabric of my thong.
Catherine lifts her skirt, trapping Grissom's hand between herself and me. She starts grinding down on his hand, which puts pressure on my core. She wraps one arm around my neck, the other going around Grissom and pulling his mouth down to hers. I watch them kiss as she fucks herself against his hand, essentially fucking me in the process. My eyes roll back in my head as Catherine speeds up, pushing Griss's hand harder against our cores.
"Fuck yes." I breathe out, my hands going to her hips and moving her faster. "Ride it, baby."
Catherine Willows is the sexiest woman I have ever seen and watching her getting herself off while she's straddling me is the hottest thing I've ever been a witness to. Grissom removes his hand, causing Catherine to sink right down on me. She keeps grinding herself against me while I vaguely notice Grissom stand up.
He comes up behind Catherine, his big hands going to the bottom of her shirt and tugging it up. She lifts her arms, still moving against me, while Grissom pulls her shirt off. He unhooks the back of Catherine's bra, pulling the straps down her arms and off, tossing the bra somewhere on the floor. His hands cup her gorgeous breasts, tilting her forward and bringing one to my mouth. I open, taking her nipple and begin sucking on it. Catherine cries out, throwing her head back into Grissom's broad chest. Catherine's hips move faster, grinding her clit hard against mine. The wet sound of us moving against each other is absolutely obscene.
"Oh fuck!" Catherine moans.
"God, yes!" I pant, pushing my self harder against her. "Make me come, Cath."
"Gonna make you come so hard, baby." Catherine says as she leans forward, shoving her tongue in my mouth.
I feel my orgasm tear through me with the force of a freight train. My back arches off of the sofa as I moan deep into Catherine's mouth. I feel her body begin to shake and I know she's coming too. She eventually slows the movement of her hips, riding out the last of her pleasure against me. Catherine slumps against my chest, both of us breathing hard. I run my hands along her sweat slicked back, trying to calm my racing heartbeat.
I finally open my eyes, seeing Grissom still standing behind Cath. He's stroking the bulge that's pushing against the front of his jeans. Catherine finally sits up, giving me a kiss before climbing off my lap and onto the sofa beside me. We both watch as Grissom slowly undoes the button of his jeans and slides the zipper down. I can tell that he's gone commando tonight. Nice.
He slowly pushes his jeans down his hips, freeing his straining erection. Just like everything else about Gil Grissom, his cock is big and demanding. Thick and heavy. It's beautiful. He wraps one of his big hands around his shaft, slowing stroking himself as he looks at me and Cath sprawled half naked on his couch.
"Off." Grissom says, his voice low and husky.
Cath and I look at each other. Having done this enough times now, we both know exactly what Grissom wants. I pull my tank top off over my head and shed my bra and thong while Catherine shucks off her skirt. We both sit open and waiting for him.
"Two gorgeous, naked women. Two sweet, beautiful pussies. All for me." Grissom's voice is dripping with pure lust.
Grissom continues standing in front of us, rubbing his cock from root to tip. I see the shiny leak of pre-cum on the head, just begging to be licked off. Grissom finally releases himself before pulling his shirt over his head and pushing his jeans the rest of the way off. By the way Grissom dresses at work, a person would never know what he hides underneath his clothes. The man has a glorious body. His biceps are huge. His chest is smooth and hard as a rock. In moments like this, he is far from the stuffy entomologist people see him as. In all his naked glory, Gil Grissom is sex personified.
He makes his way to the couch, reaching for both Catherine and I. We each take one of his hands, letting him pull us up to standing. He kisses me first, his tongue immediately going into my mouth and dueling with mine. After a few moments, he breaks away and turns to take Catherine's mouth. When he releases her, he nods his chin at us. Catherine and I turn to each other, our lips instantly connecting. Our kiss deepens as I feel Grissom's hands exploring, touching where mine and Cath's breasts are pressed together. When we finally break apart for air, Grissom is grinning like the Cheshire cat as he begins to lead us toward his bedroom. Cath and I have had our fun, now it's Griss's turn.
