A/N: Well, it's been a while I know but I couldn't get this story, among a couple others, out of my mind. There should be one more chapter yet for this and I may have a couple more things coming out in the near future. I would also really like to finish Return to the Fold but will likely rewrite the entire story as I'm not impressed with my own writing so far on that one and don't know how long it will take me to actually start doing that. Either way, enjoy and let me know what you think.
He couldn't get her off his mind. Apartment hunting was going poorly and Beckett was still living in his loft. Every place that she had viewed had been vetoed by one of them for a variety of reasons, but he wasn't complaining. After Beckett's midnight visit to his bedroom they had been more familiar with each other than ever before. Little smiles, and small touches passed easily between them.
He had even turned down the chance to sleep with Ellie Monroe. A wise decision given the glint in Beckett's eye when the actress had called him and invited him out on a date. But now, well, now there was some competition.
Detective Demming made no secret of his attraction to Beckett and she didn't seem to mind the attention of the other man. The woman was living in his loft, and they were more relaxed together than they had ever been but, if he didn't do something, Castle was going to lose her to someone else, and he couldn't stand the thought of that.
He had schemed for days on how to ensure only he had Beckett's full attention. The only thoughts that came to mind were R-rated considering the nature of their relationship so far. If you could even call it a relationship that is.
Alexis has postponed her trip after Bobby Mann was killed and so she was out of the loft for the week, leaving Castle with the perfect opportunity to convince Beckett that she didn't need anyone but him. She was upstairs at that very moment, changing into something more comfortable after the long and stressful day that they'd had. It wasn't every day that your partner finds out he may have worked with a traitor after all.
"Let's watch a movie" Castle recommended when she came down the stairs in an overly large t-shirt and leggings, gratefully taking the carton of Chinese food from his hand. She nodded in agreeance and settled on the sofa to eat while he picked something to watch.
Looking at her, lying comfortably on his sofa, he knew that it was now or never.
"Make room." he pouted at her, placing on knee on the end of the sofa and gesturing to the space between her and the back of the couch . Beckett sighed at him, but complied with his request, scooting forward so that he could slide in behind her.
Cuddling like this was a new development between them and only took place on the rare occasion that they knew neither redhead would be returning to the loft to catch them.
Slinging one arm over her stomach Castle settled in, followed a moment later by Beckett who had finished her dinner and set the now empty carton on the coffee table before them and reached for the remote. Her wiggling threatened to end the night before it had even begun, as Castle felt a stirring in his groin. All in good time, he promised his eager member as Beckett began the movie.
It was a fluffy, feel-good romantic comedy to help lighten the mood, and despite his best intentions, Castle couldn't keep his anatomy in check when Beckett's body shook against his own with laughter.
Only Castle could make her put down her work and relax at home to some silly movie after the kind of day that she'd had. But it wasn't long before she realized that she was the only one relaxing as she felt him stiffen against her. Given their spooning position, it was unmistakable what was happening. Unsure how to proceed, she ignored it as best she could.
Although the movie played on, both people on the couch were hardly watching as they both became hyper aware of one another. That is, until the moment that the sexual tension on the screen matched their own and the couple before them gave in to their desire.
Beckett felt Castle's entire body stiffen against hers for a moment before letting out a deep breath. She hadn't even realized that his hand had migrated to the edge of her shirt until he felt the burn of his skin against her own.
His breath came in hot puffs against her neck as he flattened his hand against her taut abdomen. Her body moved away from his touch as if on instinct, bringing her ass more fully in contact with his now erect manhood.
"Relax Beckett" he breathed into her ear as he pressed himself against her even more tightly and began to rub small circles against her skin. His hand moving slightly upwards with every pass leaving her nerves tingling in its wake.
She sucked in a deep breath when his thumb brushed the underside of her breast, protected by nothing but the thin shirt she was wearing and which his hand was already underneath.
His sigh against her neck caused her body to erupt into goosebumps and she felt her nipples tighten.
More brazen now, Castle moved to cup her breast testing the weight of it in his palm before giving a slight squeeze.
She couldn't contain the small moan that reverberated in her chest when he pinched her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. Castle continued his ministrations of her breasts, moving from one to the other and always keeping her guessing as to what he was going to do next.
His lips against her neck nearly distracted her from his hand's abandonment of her breasts as he blazed a trail back down her body until he paused to play with the waistband of her leggings. The thin fabric was already doing little to protect her from the heat of his body plastered against hers and it offered no resistance when he slipped his fingers under the elastic and moved to cup her.
Castle couldn't believe the heat radiating from her center when he slipped his fingers under the waistband of her yoga pants. Hell, he couldn't believe that she hadn't already stopped him, or even shot him, when he'd felt her up. But as glorious as Kate Beckett's boobs were, nothing could compare to what awaited him when he slid his hand down her pants and realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Beckett's breathing became shallow when he reached her pubic mound, but she granted him access nonetheless, letting her knees fall slightly open.
His breathing nearly stopped when he continued his downward descent and felt her for the first time. Her skin was like velvet beneath his questing fingertips and so hot he wondered that he hadn't already been burnt. He gasped when he reached lower and felt just how wet and wanting she already was, unaware of what the feeling of his erection against her with such thin separation had done to her.
"God, Kate." he moaned into her ear as he cupped her gently, and began sliding his fingers against her. His questing fingers pushed between her lips, and she stiffened when his middle finger brushed her clit.
He couldn't stop if he had tried as he swirled a finger around her entrance, collecting her juices and moving back up to her clit. Running a finger around that little nub and feeling her hips jerk was his own personal drug.
His ministrations continued until, unbidden, tiny moans and mewls began to fall from her lips in between her sighs and moans. It was time, he realized as he finally moved to push one solitary finger inside of her.
She was so hot and tight around just that one digit, he couldn't help but transcribe that feeling to his cock. How wonderful she would feel surrounding him when he was finally able to bury himself to the hilt inside of her.
"Castle" she grumbled when he still hadn't moved many long seconds later, still lost in his own thoughts. Smiling, he pressed a kiss to her neck and began to move his finger in and out. Pressing against the spongy place on her front wall that made her gasp.
It wasn't long before a second finger joined the first and he fingered her in earnest. His thumb rubbing against her clit with each plunge of his digits inside her. He couldn't resist the urge to suck and kiss at her neck and shoulder before him as he worked her higher and higher. Her hips rocking against his hand causing her ass to rub up and down along his shaft and he found himself rooting against her.
The wet sounds emanating from her body and the smell of sex overwhelmed him and Castle realized that he needed more. He needed more than to cum in his pants while he fingered the beautiful woman in his arms. He needed to taste her.
The mewl of disappointment she released when he pulled his fingers from her soaking pussy were almost enough to make him reconsider. Almost.
He kissed her behind the ear one more time with a chuckle and sat up from where he had been laying along her body.
Lost in a haze of lust, Beckett almost didn't consciously realize that Castle was removing her pants until she noticed him kneeling between her legs.
The cloud in her mind made it difficult to think. Was this it, were they going to have sex? It would later dawn on her that the thought of sex with Castle no longer sent her into a panic, but at that moment in time she didn't have the time to contemplate her own reactions as he grinned and bent over her body to kiss her inner thigh.
What was he….oh. Oh
The feel of his teeth against her skin brought her back to the moment. That's going to leave a mark she realized as his lips trailed inward until they came into contact with where she wanted him most.
Castle licked a long line up her slit from her asshole to her clit causing her body to shudder and her legs to fall open in surrender.
He attacked her like a man possessed then, licking and sucking at every inch of skin he could reach. Drinking her in as if he'd never be able to get enough.
His tongue speared into her cunt and Beckett saw stars. He head rolling on her shoulders she couldn't control the noises emanating from her mouth as he tongue fucked her. Taking everything she had to give and then some, he finally moved to suction his lips around her clit. Swirling his tongue over and around the sensitive nub was almost more than she could take. When he sucked on it, she found her hands involuntarily flying to grip his hair and holding his lips to her.
Beckett ground herself against him thrashing and whimpering uncontrollably as he worked her higher and higher but wouldn't let her fall over the edge.
Two things happened at the same time that were more than she could take. Castle used one hand to free his member from the confines of his sweatpants and began to stroke it furiously and with the other, he plunged three fingers into her gushing pussy.
She went flying with a scream, her every nerve exploding with sensation as she came. Castle rode out her orgasm, gentling his touch to help her come down from her high until her fingers fell limply from his hair.
The sight of a strung out Kate Beckett laying limply on his couch because of his talented mouth and fingers was enough for him as he sat up on his knees and let loose his own tenuous control. Castle groaned as a tightening in his spine signaled his coming orgasm. Beckett blinked open a lazy eye just in time to watch him cum, ropy spurts flying from his engorged head to cover what her spread legs offered.
Once he'd milked himself dry with his own pumping hand, Castle couldn't help but marvel at the sight of her swollen pussy, covered in a mixture of his semen and her own juices. Kate Beckett may just kill him yet if he was ever gifted the opportunity to make love to her properly, he realized as she reached out with her own hand and one slender finger collected the mess between her legs and brought it to her lips. She slid her finger into her mouth and licked it clean while locking eyes with his own.
He knew right then and there he had to have her. Whatever it took.