CHAPTER TWENTY: KISS
Pouring another glass of champagne, Castle leans back, eyes tracing Kate's form. The sun is setting outside the window, the blues and greys of night pushing out the crimson glow that lit up the sky just moments before. Shadows creep across her face with the dimming light, creating a more intimate feel.
They toyed with catching a late flight back to L.A. But after the difficulty of the last few days, they both needed a break, unable and unwilling to jump back into the regular world.
So here he sits, a beautiful woman in front of him, the glow of the fading sunset behind her, the twinkling lights of L.A. taking over, creating a quiet moment out of time for the two of them. His eyes trace the tight fitting white t-shirt she's wearing, her curves beckoning even as he holds himself back, knowing they should finish dinner before starting anything else. She's so much more relaxed now that they've caught Royce's killer. It reassures him.
"I can't believe we met Gene Simmons." Kate startles him with her change of topic, the twinkle in her eye catching his attention. A little fan girl peeking through.
"I know. That was so cool. Did you really dress up as him for Halloween?"
"Yeah. I thought he was so sexy back then." Chuckling, she thinks back to how goofy it all was and how she'd worked so hard to put together that costume.
"I had this really great pair of black platform boots. That's what gave me the idea. My friend was having a 70s themed party. I dyed my hair black and frizzed it out like he did. Full face make-up, studded jacket and leather pants. My parents totally freaked out when I walked out of my room and bit into a fake blood capsule and it dribbled down my chin. It was so awesome!" Laughing harder now, she thinks back to how crazy that night had been and how fast she'd had to talk to get around her parents objections and convince them it was all in fun.
"I'd love to see a picture. Do you have any?"
"I'm sure I do somewhere. Maybe if you show me yours I'll show you mine." She teases, a lightness in her voice that's been missing the past week or so.
"Mmm, I'm sure we could arrange something." He murmurs.
As he speaks, she abandons her perch on the opposite chair and moves over next to him, deliberately crowding him a little.
With another flirty look, she takes a sip of her drink and sets her glass down on the table.
"You know, Castle, I can totally picture you as Gene Simmons."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You're so big and muscular. And you've got that great chest and biceps." Voice lilting with her description, she traces her hands lightly over his body as she describes the resemblance, lifting an eyebrow in appreciation as she watches him shift uncomfortably. "I bet you looked really sexy in tight leather pants."
Staring him down now, she drops her voice to a husky whisper. "And I already know what your tongue can do. You're a natural."
"Kate!" he stutters out, blushing furiously, aroused and caught off guard, he's surprised by the sudden turn the conversation has taken. It's not that he's embarrassed, exactly, it's just that the knowing tone in her voice has him contemplating just what she might be thinking.
"What's the matter, Castle, can't handle a little role play tonight?" Her voice is husky, her eyes dark and mischievous, a small smile toys at the corner of her mouth. She knows she's got him right where she wants him.
"Uh – Wh—What did you have in mind?" he stutters out, images quickly coalescing in his mind.
She quickly stands and moves towards the bedroom, giving him a quick smile. "Wait here" she admonishes, a little wink punctuating her exit.
Going into the room and closing the door, she quickly toes off her shoes and shucks off her jeans. Grabbing a tight mini-skirt, she puts it on, leaving miles of leg fully exposed. She slips her bra off from under her shirt, her nipples puckering in anticipation of what she has in mind. A quick tease of her hair, some dark lip stick and she's ready to go. Quickly grabbing her phone out of her pants pocket, she scrolls through her music list and picks out some old Kiss songs and starts them playing, remotely connecting with a Bluetooth stereo in the hotel suite. The sound of "Detroit Rock City" fills the suite, the pounding rhythm of the music creating a musical back drop.
Kate begins dancing her way out to where Castle waits, her body's movements causing her breasts to sway and bounce provocatively. Her tight skirt sets off the curve of her ass and the long, long line of her legs. He's a sucker for her legs.
Castle stands, his feet seemingly moving of their own volition, a dumb struck look on his face as he takes in her transformation from controlled detective to sexy rock groupie. Getting into the spirit, he grabs the champagne bottle and takes a swig, before he starts moving in time to the beat, singing the words to the song as he watches her dance and seduce him without even trying.
Dancing over to Rick, Kate grabs the champagne bottle from him and takes a swig before pouring it down her front, making her t-shirt instantly transparent, the cold liquid causing her nipples to pucker even tighter.
"C'mon Rock God. Show me what you've got." She demands, her voice low and smoky.
"Oh God" he stutters out, almost swallowing his tongue at the sight of her perky nipples poking against the wet fabric, her arousal clearly outlined through the transparent material. His erection jumps at the sight of her, almost painful as it fights the constriction of his jeans. God he wants her.
Hands grabbing at him, she begins dancing sinuously against him, feeling his arousal rubbing between her butt cheeks as she crowds into him and around him, hands groping his ass and sliding against him as she teases and taunts him.
As she makes another pass in front of him he grabs her, his large hand swallowing her breast, the feel of the wet material creating friction even as he pulls her back into his body. He lowers his head and latches his mouth onto the juncture between her neck and shoulder, sucking on her pulse point. Turning her around, his mouth descends, lapping at the traces of champagne on her skin before latching onto her breast, nipping at the turgid peak, sending lightning bolts straight to her core, a whimper escaping as her body responds to his touch.
She forgets all about the music in the background. Lost in the feel of his touch, the songs change automatically, a whisper of sound compared to the rush of blood in her ears as she revels in the feel of him against her, his mouth on her breasts, the clinging material of her t-shirt rasping against her skin, building her arousal.
The playful urgency she felt before increases tenfold. Her hands start grasping at his waistband, cupping his ass, pulling him into her while she grinds against him. Frustrated at the lack of contact where she wants it, she abandons her tease and works her hands around to his front, wanting to get inside his pants so she can feel him hard and hot in her palm. Anticipating her intent, he abruptly pulls her hands away from him, denying her the access she wants.
"Nuh-uh. I'm the Rock God. You do what I say." Taking control, he holds both of her hands clasped in his, behind her back, causing her breasts to thrust towards him. He continues to give them attention with his mouth, teasing and tormenting her even as he gently pushes her back towards the table. Reaching his destination, he drops her hands and cups her hips gently, lifting her onto the table before using his body to force her back onto it.
Stepping between her legs, he smiles as she automatically opens them, making room for him even as she grabs him behind the neck and pulls his mouth towards hers, tangling her tongue with his in an erotic duet.
Running a hand up her leg from her knee, he teases her inner thigh, drawing little patterns on it, before reaching up where her underwear should be.
"You naughtly little groupie." He pulls back and smiles, delighted to feel her naked beneath the skirt, her lips already hot, wet and swollen. She gasps, her breath hitching at the feel of him probing her, tracing her lips, dragging the moisture up towards her clit before retreating just shy of his goal. Dipping a finger inside of her, he feels her hips straining and moving, trying to get friction on that place she needs it the most.
"Oh no you don't." Withdrawing his finger, he brings it to his mouth and sucks it inside, tasting her, watching her as she watches him. Her cheeks flush, her arousal evident everywhere he looks. Kissing her soundly, he shares her flavor with her and begins using his tongue more deliberately, mimicking what he wants to do to her even as he eludes her hands, denying her the intimate contact she craves.
Pulling back, he watches her through half-closed lids, his eyes dark with arousal. Her chest heaves, her breasts begging for more attention. Skirt bunched at her waist, her legs lie open, the glimmer of her arousal painting her thighs, even as her muscles quiver, nerve endings on fire. Dropping suddenly to his knees, he begins licking up the sides of her thigh, tracing random patterns and words on the way to her core. With one hand he pushes her skirt further out of the way before holding her hips steady while his other hand snakes over her stomach before palming her breast, his teasing so light and deliberate her anticipation is almost painful to experience.
Pulling back, he waggles his tongue at her, imitating Gene Simmons briefly, before giving her an absolutely filthy look filled with expectation as he continues his journey.
Huffing out a laugh at his antics, she tries to keep still, knowing when he's like this she's going to have to wait until he's ready to give her what she wants.
And he definitely makes her wait. Slowly, torturously, he traces his tongue everywhere but where she needs it most. Goose bumps chase their way across her skin. Light, teasing, he knows just how to work her body. Her inner muscles clench, needing contact. Her clit throbs, alert, begging for attention. Unable to stand it any longer, she begs. "Rick, please. I need you."
As if he's been waiting for her words, he captures her clit with his mouth, sucking it firmly between his lips before tonguing her rapidly, giving her warmth, friction and pressure where she needs it most.
"ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod" she begins, the litany torn from her as her body races out of control, her hands clutching at his scalp as she holds him in place. Plunging two fingers inside of her, he teases out her g spot and ruthlessly drives her up and over the peak, fingers and mouth working in tandem as he feasts on her, her hips picking up the tight rhythm he's set. She screams his name as he continues driving her towards another peak, ruthless in his ambition to send her flying again and again. Mindless, she begs, "More, oh god please, more. I need you, Rick. Just you."
Hands tugging at him, he realizes she wants all of him. More than happy to comply, he stands and rips his jeans open and pushes them down, freeing himself. Without hesitation, he plunges into her, her arousal coating him as he slides home, burying himself to the hilt.
The sound of his name on her lips, her voice filled with need and desire, almost takes him over the edge. Holding himself rigidly still, he pauses, waiting until he regains some control, before pulling back out. Teasing her, teasing himself, he stills, the head of his cock barely inside of her, waiting until her eyes are on his. Seeing she's still with him, he rubs himself against her clit a few times before he plunges back into her, claiming her as his, filling her completely again and again.
"Harder, Rick." She pleads, meeting him thrust for thrust. Grabbing her legs, he pulls one foot over each shoulder, giving him more space to work, driving himself deeper inside of her.
The involuntary sounds being torn from her send him spiraling out of control. Feeling her body clamp down on his, he explodes, coming inside of her in a gush, the feel of her body rhythmically milking him causing him to freeze, his body flushing with endorphins, the wave of ecstasy filling him, overwhelming him. Gently lowering her legs to the side of him, he collapses on top of her, momentarily exhausted. "Only you." He whispers, knowing nobody else could ever compare. She's it for him. She clutches him harder, moved by his words.
After a few moments, the wet sticky feel of her shirt penetrates the fog he's in. Reaching up, he gently brushes the hair off her cheek and leans in to give her a sweet, loving kiss. Returning the kiss, she clings to him, her hands soothing his back and sides, ferreting out the little spots she likes to touch and hold, reassuring them both.
"So, Rock God," she finally manages, a smile in her voice. "Wanna get me out of these sticky clothes and into a shower?"
Letting her lighten the moment, he thinks his time to push is coming. But he can wait.
"I thought you'd never ask." He responds, the deep tones of his voice causing a sexy shiver to run down her spine. Gently disentangling himself from her, he kicks his pants off from around his ankles and scoops her up and carries her towards the bathroom, peppering kisses along her jaw and mouth along the way. A quick pinch on his ass startles him. She's feeling frisky tonight!