The Sword and the Pen Part 3
13. Bobby and Alex have to go to a costume party. Bobby dressed as Zorro, Alex wearing A Catholic schoolgirl outfit. Smut please!
Tigerdragonbrand
Goren/Eames
NC/17 Sex, adult situations, SMUT! fluff, fluff and more fluff
Did I mention, smut? Please suspend all disbelief at the door!
Alex and Bobby get together because Alex invites Bobby to a costume part. It's just for some fun, nothing heavy.
Takes place end of season 2, but well before Alex is preggers.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, wish I did.
The Sword and the Pen Part 3
"I want to fuck you, now," he whispers, "can we get out of here?"
"Oh Bobby," she breathes, "I hope so. Or I don't know what I'll do."
Bobby feels Alex's slender body shiver violently, and he tightens his arm around her waist, supporting her. His fingers stroke her neck and feel her pulse erratically beating, out of control. He looks around and spies a big chair in a far, dark corner of the room.
"Come with me." And he half carries her across the room and sits with her on his lap, her legs across his. "It's okay, baby," he soothes, caressing her thighs, and her arms.
Her hands cling to his shoulders and his curl around her narrow waist. Her bare skin is soft and warm and he lets his fingers roam freely, enjoying the smooth expanse of exposed flesh. Her eyes haven't left his, but he can't help looking at her; her pretty mouth, long slender neck and flawless skin. And that damn costume - her stiff nipples poke sharply against the thin white cotton blouse, and her ass is almost visible under the short, tight skirt.
Her cool fingers quell the fire on his skin before she leans in and pushes her tongue inside his mouth.
Bobby closes his eyes while his blood roars in his ears and rushes to his groin, making him swell ridiculously hard. Red and white lights explode behind his eyelids and he sucks on her sweet mouth as hard as he dares. Alex moans and grinds her hips against his cock, and he has to feel those firm cheeks, so he slides his hand under her skirt and squeezes her tight ass, causing her to squirm wildly in his lap.
"Jesus, Alex, you are so fucking hot," he hisses. "Why are you dressed like this?"
"Alicia." She slips her hands under his shirt and rubs his stomach. "She made me promise."
"I never imagined," he moves his free hand to cup her breast, "I had no idea how sexy you'd look tonight. You're making me crazy."
Her breast fills the palm of his hand, and he rubs her nipple, over and over, while sucking her neck.
"Mmm," she hums, shifting her hips, wiggling her slim hand between their bodies and then squeezing his thick member.
His entire body spasms, and his world contracts. Only they exist and he feels a connection with her unlike anything he's ever known. He loves her and wants her, wants to take her right here, to get as close as he can be. But he can't, not now.
"Baby," he murmurs, and pushes her hands away from him. "We have to get out of here."
Alex pulls back and studies him. She smiles, and deftly pulls the little checkered tie free from her neck, and then loops it around Bobby's, and draws him to her. He's transfixed by the pink tip of her tongue as it darts out and traces his lips.
"Why the rush?"
"Al-Al…I, uh," but he can't finish his thought because she's unbuttoning her own blouse, one…two…three buttons down.
"There's no one around, Bobby." The look on her face is pure lust. "No one will find us here."
"I can't… Alex, I mean," he pauses when she swings one leg over his hips, so that now she's straddling him. "We can't make love here."
"Alright. But there are other things you can do." She rubs her hot center against his hard cock. "I'm so turned on right now. I want you to touch me."
"Jesus, baby," he digs his hands inside her shirt and scoops out both breasts, rubbing them. He sucks her bottom lip and bites it, then whispers, "you wanna come, Alex, right here?"
"Yeah, I do," and she groans when he starts pinching her nipples, hard. He's lost control, and now he'll do anything to please her. Later when he has her alone, he'll take her as often as he wants, and this memory will fuel his passion.
"You're the sexiest woman I've ever known," he breathes against her lips before thrusting in his tongue. He starts to fuck her mouth while fondling her breasts, squeezing them, pulling the stiff nubs, getting them hard and swollen, ready for him to suck.
She starts grinding against him, making urgent noises that make his body throb with desire, but he can control his reaction because he knows he'll make love to her soon. And he loves touching her like this, making her come, and it's one of the most erotic experiences of his life.
"I'm getting so close," she gasps, ripping away from him. And he uses the opportunity to latch on to a very red, very swollen nipple, and bites down. She smashes her face against his black silk shirt to muffle her scream. He sucks and licks the stiff nubs while she weaves her fingers through his hair.
He feels her tongue swirl around his ear, "Bobby, please…"
"What do you want, baby?"
"I want… more…"
"More what?" he persists.
"Bobby, please…." And she grabs his hand and pushes his finger between her plump and swollen lips, and twirls her tongue around them. His jaw goes slack and his balls tighten; he struggles for control.
She finally releases him with a wet pop. "I need to come. Please," she whispers, her voice husky with need.
He groans and cups her with both hands, grinding her soft center against his rock hard groin. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and kisses his neck, panting, squirming, and he squeezes her tight little ass.
"My my, you are naughty, aren't you." He focuses all he has on her, sliding one hand over her thigh, his fingers brushing across wet panties.
"Yeah, oh yeah, that's right."
"Maybe I need to put you over my knee, and give you good hard spanking. Is that what you want?" She yelps when he smacks one bare cheek, his palm warming on contact, and then he strokes her sex through her panties. Her desperate keening tells him she's right on the verge of her climax.
"Or maybe you what you really need is my mouth between your legs, my tongue fucking your hot little pussy. You'd like that better, I think." And then he slips his hand under the silk and works two fingers into her heat, thrusting deep. When his thumb finds her tiny bundle of nerves, it makes her come undone, and she bites down on his neck, her entire body trembling.
He feels her walls tighten around his fingers as she comes, and he thrusts into her wet heat and rubs her swollen clit. She's pressed against him as close possible, he can feel the sobs shake her body and her hot breath pour on his skin.
"Oh that's right, baby, let go, you feel so good, come for me. Because later, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, all night long, Alex." He holds her tight, stroking her back and belly with his free hand, until her body calms.
Finally, she's kissing him and she finds his mouth and sucks his lower lip. Her hands shake as she strokes the curve around his face. He pulls his fingers from their wet home and watches her lick them, and then draws them into her mouth, one by one, before she tells him, "Bobby, get us back to our room. Now."
They manage to clean up nicely, thanks to finding a powder room, and make their way back to the heart of the party.
Bobby holds her hand and leads her through the crowd of dancing costumed partiers. She can't help but notice the stares he gets. He stands out in his all black Zorro costume – he's tall, lean, and powerfully built. By now he lost the black eye-mask, but she thinks it just makes him look more handsome. His black jeans are tight in all the right places, and the black silk tunic drapes beautifully over his broad shoulders and big, well muscled chest.
Alex wants him again, and knows this man is it for her. She's never been so aroused by a just touch, a look, a word.
"Alex!" She hears, yelled from across the room.
Bobby turns to find her staring at him, and he smiles. He bends down and kisses her, then asks, "Who spotted you?"
She finds her friend. "It's Melissa, Alicia's sister."
"Oh. Okay."
"No doubt sent to check you out."
"Ahh…."
Bobby wraps his arms possessively around Alex, resting his hands on her bare tummy, pulling her against his body. She sighs, loving the feel of his warm body pressed up against her, and she covers one of his large hands with hers.
"Melissa, this is Bobby Goren. Bobby, Melissa Preston."
Alex watches as her blonde friend stands on tiptoe to kiss Bobby on the cheek. Melissa is five years younger than Alicia, and petite like Alex. That's where the similarity ends, because Melissa is all curves, with a lush hour-glass figure. She's dressed like Marilyn Monroe, and with her natural blond hair, make-up, sexy evening gown and voluptuous figure, she pulls it off.
"Damn, Alex. You never told us your boyfriend is so hot. Where've you been hiding him?"
"Oh, nowhere, really. He's shy."
Melissa eyes Bobby.
"I'm uh, I'm shy."
"Really. Why don't I believe that?" She flashes a dazzling smile. "So I don't believe Alicia managed to talk you into wearing that costume. And Bobby went along with it? When will you finally learn tell my sister no?" She turns her attention back to Bobby. "Can you believe that two grown women behave this way? Honestly!"
Alex wonders if Alicia has lost her mind, confiding in Melissa about her drunken scheme. Or maybe Melissa is bluffing. Either way, she wonders if Bobby is paying attention. She steals a glance at her partner and finds him staring at her, but she's relieved that he's grinning. His fingers tickle her tummy, tracing the edge of the low-rising skirt.
"Oh, there's not a lot that Alex could do, that I wouldn't believe." And with that, Bobby looks at Melissa and laughs. Alex laughs with him, delighted to see Bobby's playful nature emerge.
"So tell me, Ms Eames, what behavior do I need to watch out for?" he probes.
"Don't worry, Bobby, you've been doing great so far."
Obviously surprised by their reactions, Melissa looks around the room. "There's Max!" And she calls his name. "My husband."
While the younger woman's busy directing her husband, Alex turns and hugs Bobby. When he leans down to press a kiss on her neck, he whispers, "I love you, Alex."
"I love you, too, Bobby."
"Max! Look here, it's Alex. And her boyfriend, Bobby!"
The two men shake hands and introduce each other. The man is the perfect match for his wife Melissa. At about five foot 10, he's rugged and handsome, with sandy blond hair, a deep salon tan, and dark brown eyes.
"Alex, it's so good to see you." Max takes her hand and kisses it. "It's been a while, would you care to dance?"
"I, well," she hesitates.
"Funny you should ask, Max," Bobby cuts in, pulling Alex even closer, "Alex and I ran into Melissa on our way over here to dance. We heard them… playing our song." She looks up to see him smiling down at her. "Right, dear?"
"Absolutely. I love this piece."
"My favorite, too. Well, shall we?"
"Time's a wasting!" And she pulls his hand, leading him to the dancing.
The song is slow and sensuous, and Bobby slips his arm around her waist, while she molds against him.
"I seem to remember dancing like this earlier," he whispers, "just before we started to—"
"Shhh, Bobby!" she murmurs, "or we'll end up doing what we were before."
"Mmm, I have fond memories of that," and he bends down and sucks on her neck. He grips her waist with one hand, and lets his other wander down and cup her butt. She groans, raises both arms around his neck and digs her fingers into his back. He briefly slips his fingers under her skirt, finding only bare skin, and nothing else.
"You-you took off your panties," he moans against her neck, biting down hard, and marking her.
Alex gasps, and then manages, "They were ruined anyway. You ripped them."
"Alex, you're gonna kill me," he groans, and straightens, attempting to calm both of them. After a few moments dancing close, and soothing each other, Bobby takes her hand and says, "C'mon, let's try to make a little more progress."
On the way they grab a glass of wine, and that's when Bobby sees her.
"Here comes Alicia," he observes mildly.
"Hi, you two!" and Alex's friend greets them both with big, warm hugs, obviously partying hard on her birthday. "Are you guys having fun? Do you have enough to drink, cause ya don't haveta drive!" She grabs Alex and gives her another really big hug. "Alex, hon, you're such a good friend, dressin up like this, doin this for me." Her eyes fill with tears. "I don't deserve a friend like you!"
"Oh, Alicia, of course you do! It's okay!" Alex soothes. "Where's Sam?"
"He was right here a minute ago…"
"And I'm right here now, sweetheart," Sam Preston's voice breaks in, warm and calm.
"Sam, baby!" Alicia wraps her arms around her husband. "I missed you so much!"
Sam laughs. "Yeah, it was a really long five minutes," and he kisses his wife's cheek. "C'mon, stop getting sentimental and maudlin on your birthday. Let's go dance!"
They decide to stay a bit longer, to be sure Alicia is okay, so they make their way to a small loveseat, secluded in the back and dimly lit aread, and sit down. There's hardly room for both of them, and Bobby snakes his arm around Alex, curving his hand on the bare skin just beneath the hem of her blouse.
"This happens to Alicia sometimes when she has too much to drink. She gets weepy."
"Will she be okay?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure, because Sam is here. He's great with her. They have a great marriage – they're soulmates."
He strokes her belly with his thumb. "Is that right?"
"Yeah. That's right." Alex kisses him on the cheek and rubs her hand up and down his long, hard, thigh, settling against his crotch. The spark inside him instantly ignites, and he nuzzles her neck before inching his fingers up to stroke the rounded swell of her breast.
"So tell me, what exactly did Alicia manage to talk you into doing, besides wearing this so-called costume?"
"We were so drunk, Bobby!"
"So just tell me, baby."
"Bobb-y!"
"I deserve to know."
"Alright," she agrees. "You already know I agreed to wear this… this outfit!" She laughs. "But… when I was the most drunk – quite out of it, really – I agreed to… seduce… my date."
"You what?"
"And she would seduce Sam. Here, during the party."
"And that's what's been going on tonight."
"Maybe...a little bit…" she smiles seductively. "Bobby, if you hadn't said yes, when I asked you to come with me… I would not be here tonight."
"So you mean… I'm the only man you know, that you want to seduce?"
"You're the only man I want, period. You're the only man I'll ever want to seduce."
"Alex," he breathes, and kisses her. "Then you better start now. Before I physically carry you out of here."
"Start what?"
"Seducing me."
This is crazy, she thinks. Crazy hot and crazy sexy, and she wants more.
"Okay. C'mon." And she pulls him up. First she presses flush against his groin, and rubs. Circling her arms around his neck, she kisses him once, and then takes his hand. "Follow me."
As they walk, she recalls the layout of the house, and leads him down a hall, down a half flight of steps, around a corner and through a door. They enter a nicely sized den, with walls full of books, two overstuffed leather chairs and a big maple desk. Alex shuts the door and locks it, and pushes a small table in front of it for good measure.
When she feels his breath tickle her neck, and his heat splash against her body, she groans, "Hey, I'm supposed to be seducing you."
"Isn't that what you just did? Bringing me to the library, of all places?"
He reaches down and slides his hands up her inner thighs and under her skirt, stopping at the vee of leg and moist heat. "You're already so wet." He dips one finger inside her moist folds, then pulls it out and rubs it against her lips. She sucks it and shivers, and then angles her arms behind her, curling her hands around his neck, pushing her breasts so they stretch her snug white blouse, making her nipples stiff and visible.
Bobby drags his wet finger down her chin, her neck, rips off the tie, and then quickly unfastens her buttons, down to the last two. He pulls the cotton to one side and frees her breast, then palms it, releasing a satisfied sigh. "You feel so good, baby, so damn good."
And his lips find hers and his tongue pushes them open, and she sucks him inside her warm mouth. She loves the feel of him kissing her this deeply and she cants her head to allow him greater access. Then he kneads her breast, pinching her nipple and her arousal burns nuclear inside her.
"You're so bad, taking me in here." He slides both hands between her legs and rubs her soft, slick skin. "And you're so hot, you're ready for me. You want me inside you, don't you." His fingers strum against her swollen nub. He reaches up and frees her one confined breast – now both are exposed, quivering and ready for his attention.
"I want you now, right here," she pleads, and reaches down and lifts up the back of her skirt, grinding her bare ass against his hard cock.
"Ah, Jesus, Alex, you're gonna kill me," and he moves her to the big desk, hastily clearing a path. He stretches her out on her back, and she lets Bobby spread her legs wide open.
"You are so beautiful, baby," he says, and she hears the rustle of his belt sliding through the loops, and the rasp of the zipper being drawn down.
He quickly unfastens the rest of her blouse and pushes it aside, baring her chest completely. Bobby folds her arms and pushes them behind her head. "Leave them there, "he growls against her ear. He buries his face in her breasts, kissing and licking, gently, then returns to her mouth, "I'll spend a lot more time there, later," he promises.
She feels his hard member push against her tight opening. Bobby grips her waist and holds her steady as he pushes into her. After all the fondling and caressing, just the feel of him entering her is nearly enough to make her come. But she is desperate for more, the ache inside her is intense, and she needs him fully inside her.
"Bobby, I'm so close," she pants, and tries to push against his impossibly thick girth.
"Easy, baby, I don't want to hurt you." And he pulls out a bit and thrusts in deeper. She feels herself stretch inside, and groans, knowing he's right but not caring, wanting him now.
"Bobby, you won't hurt me, please…"
Alex…"
"Bobby, now!"
He withdraws and leans over her, runs his hands up to her breasts and back to her hips, holds on tight and pushes, hard, entering her with one strong thrust. The depth and pressure nearly breaks her. She wraps her legs around his back and rubs against him. She feels his tongue swirl around her nipple before his teeth gnaw sharply and lips suck hard. Then he starts to move, one, two, three powerful thrusts, long and deep and she comes, her muscles contracting around him.
Bobby pulls her legs from behind his back and stretches her open, pumping hard and fast, his thumb rubbing her clit and she feels the rush of another orgasm rumble through her body. She looks when he stills his movement, to see him watching her climax, with a look of uninhibited lust in his dark brown eyes. Then he smiles and starts to fuck her hard again, his face and body tensing in the grip of his own orgasm, and that shatters her world. She turns her head, lowers her lashs, and gives herself over to her pleasure.
A/N Thanks for reading!
To be ended in an epilogue.