FAIR WARNING: PWP, rated M, pure smut. You're blushing easily and hate to blush: I'm advising against this.
Room 68
Saturday
In room 68, Teresa Lisbon spent the morning hours watching Patrick Jane sleep. They had spent almost the whole night making love, just unable to stop, so aroused all the time sparks flew whenever they touched. Cuddling was impossible, the lust was too hot between them.
So she kept her distance now, just wanting to stare at him for a while.
Patrick Jane slept like he did everything else: perfectly. His beautiful face was solemn and calm, features a picture of strength and elegance. His lips were closed softly, he breathed through his nose, not even the slightest snoring. She just hoped she didn't snore. Everybody was flawed in comparison to utterly graceful Patrick Jane. She chuckled. God, he was a prize. Even those Greek statues weren't a match for him.
Finally, she couldn't keep herself from touching him anymore. She trailed the lines of his face with her fingers, sliding them down his neck, rubbing his chest lightly with her flat hand. A low hum of bliss escaped her throat, and he woke up with a slight gasp, his eyes snapping open in an instant.
She brought her hand back to his face, framing it, her thumb caressing his lips. His eyes fluttered shut, he leaned into her touch, moaning when her fingers started to wander again, over his toned pectorals, his flat abdomen, his slim, sculpted hips…he scooted closer, his whole body begging for more, every movement designed to make her go on…
"Yes, Lisbon," he whimpered, "please touch me…touch me more, everywhere. I'm parched, nobody touched me since- for years. I need you to feel me up, please, don't take your hands from my skin…"
She didn't. She kissed his neck while her hands travelled over his body, learning every line, every inch of smooth skin, sucking up his moans of pleasure, feeling him writhe under the gentle contact. He pulled her flush against him, stroking her everywhere, mindless with passion.
He was so hard his erection was touching his stomach. He rolled over, covering her body with his, and already spread her legs with his knees.
"Please," he whispered, "don't stop touching me, I need it. Every fiber of me is hungry for your caress."
He pushed inside her to the hilt, she cried out when his steely shaft thrust through sore tissue in an irresistible mix of pleasure and pain. She didn't mind, she could have sex with him endlessly, it just felt wonderful no matter how often, how hard he kept taking her. His thrusts were vigorous, relentless, his hips slapping against hers, his cock going deeper, deeper, impaling her, almost rending her in two. He was loud, carried away by his passion, driven by her caress, her stroking hands on his feverish body. Her wandering fingers ignited every nerve ending, heightening his ecstasy, and he fucked her even harder, feeling her crash over the edge, her slick walls clutching him in a death grip, and he came, came so hard he felt like blacking out, skin aflame under her hot little hands, sating his starving body with her touch while her sex accepted him willingly, taking the seed he kept pumping into her.
When the waves of pleasure started to subside he crashed beside her, shaking violently, and she pulled him into a tender embrace, pushing her hands through his hair.
He fell asleep almost immediately, wrapped in a bliss so deep his whole body seemed to thrum with joy.
xxMentalistxx
Hours later, Lisbon stood under the shower and allowed the warm spray to caress her exhausted body. Jane was still sleeping, and she couldn't bring herself to wake him up, although she already longed for him again, wanting to touch him, to learn him, to feel him thrusting inside her in a way so utterly perfect- she had never felt something like this before.
She put her forehead against the cool flagging of the shower stall. The hot water was wonderful, but there was something that would be even better. She hadn't as much as finished her thought when she felt his large, delicate hands on her waist, pulling her against him. He was rock hard again, his erection pushing against her, and damn her- she wanted him to fuck her until she was bruised all over. How should she get through an ordinary workday on Monday without jumping him every two minutes?
All thoughts diffused from her mind when he covered his hands with the lavender-scented soap and started to wash her, his fingers wandering over every inch of her skin, rubbing against her breasts, between her legs, parting the soft folds, arousing her so much she just wanted to scream…she turned in his arms instead.
"Now it's my turn", she breathed, rubbing her body against his until he was covered in suds, then she started to wash him gently, hands wandering everywhere, touching his unbelievably hard cock, his testicles, drawn tight with arousal, trailing along his flanks, his flat abdomen, reveling in his heavy moans. She had always thought he didn't like to be touched, but with her it was different now: he all but begged for her caress, leaning into her stroking touch, almost dying to get closer.
All this years he'd had nobody to lavish all his love on, now he wanted to take everything and give even more, melting into her, feeling her in every cell of his body.
He pushed her against the cool wall, lifting her with his strong arms, urging her to wrap her slim legs around his waist. His hard member nudged at her entrance, needing to slide home, and he gave in, surging inside her to the hilt. He felt his whole essence melt into a seething mass of want. Nothing existed anymore in his world, nothing except her body, her pliant, accepting female flesh, dilated beyond comparison by his intruding shaft, and still she was lusting after him, urging him to go faster, hold nothing back, fueling his own mad desire with her never ending passion for him.
Yes, he loved her. He loved her so much he simply couldn't let her go. He had to go for the utmost commitment. He wanted her to himself- now that he had found her, he would keep her. No matter what it took.
He started to pound into her, hard from the beginning, not sparing her anything, and she threw her head back in bliss, just relieved to have him again, his thrusting cock so deep inside her she felt his impact in every cell, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, leaving her marks there, and he shuddered under the rough contact, wanting more. He took her with abandon, just needing to do her hard, release the painful tension, again, and again, she was so tight, made to drive him insane with lust, want, longing, the hot water was streaming down his body, but his whole attention centered around her, around the pleasure his thrusts ignited deep, deep inside him, her slick sheath milking him, rough, demanding, and he pumped harder, faster, moans swelling to helpless cries, more friction, more pressure, he couldn't bear anything more, couldn't last, and they came in exactly the same moment, his seed shooting forward between her convulsing muscles, he screamed on top of his lungs while her body wrenched every drop from him, hot spurts of semen gushing into her clenching core, and she whimpered with ecstasy, taking his come inside her until he had spend the last ounce of it, and he was gently disengaging her legs from his waist, carefully putting her on her own feet, before he sank down on his knees, head hung in utter exhaustion - and deep satisfaction.
She knelt down before him.
"Jane", she rasped, voice hoarse from screaming, "are you okay?"
He looked at her, panting heavily, but his eyes gleamed with passion.
"If we continue at this rate", he breathed, "I'll die of a heart attack."
"Beautiful death,", she whispered and pressed a sweet kiss on his lips, swallowing his chuckle," but okay- let's rest for half an hour."
They dried hurriedly and stumbled back to the bed, embracing tenderly, lying on their sides facing each other, intent on getting some rest.
But then he lifted her upper leg over his hips. And his painfully engorged member slipped inside her almost of its own volition.
xxMentalistxx
"Let's go down to the restaurant for dinner", Jane whispered fondly, kissing her face, smiling when she wrinkled her nose and yawned heavily. Hell, she was so sweet, she held his whole heart in her small hand.
"Are you sure?", she muttered ,"Our current behavior is not at its most…socially acceptable, I would say."
"Meh", he chuckled, "let's go anyway. I want to take you out, Lisbon, like the proper gentleman you deserve- not like the coarse, horny lunatic who tried to fuck you into oblivion since he first got his dirty hands on you."
"I don't know", she smiled," I rather like the horny lunatic. And don't you think I didn't notice that you have a hard-on the size of an average skyscraper while we're talking here, Patrick Jane."
"Woman", he growled, "I just love how you say my name…"
He rubbed against her, prodding her hip with his huge erection.
Lisbon sighed. No matter how often he did her- she always wanted MORE.
"Okay", she sighed, "let's take a shower and check out the restaurant."
xxMentalistxx
Teresa Lisbon pushed both hands against the wall of the shower stall to keep her balance.
She tried to squeeze air into her lungs, which wasn't an easy task with Patrick Jane's huge cock buried so deep inside her nothing else seemed to fit inside her body. No thought. No words. No breath.
Jane moaned, forcing himself even deeper inside her, expanding her by the sheer size of his erection. He put his hands on hers against the flagging and started to thrust, almost whimpering under the impossible friction, urging his cock deeper into her tiny body, stretching her as wide as she could go and then some, so much pressure, he couldn't, had to do it, took her harder, faster, sucked up her screams, she wanted him to do this, needed the rough ride, and he did her even harder, his hips slamming against her soft flesh, in and out, more, faster, abandoning every control, feeling her mind-blowing orgasm, tight muscles convulsing around his member, demanding his come, and he spend, and spend, spattering her with his semen, shooting his load even after he pulled out, splashing hot spurts of seed against her back, coming even more from the unbelievably erotic sight of his ejaculate against her skin.
He pulled her upright against him and started the shower, hot water cascading down on them, and he wrapped her in his arms and started to wash her again, lathering his hands with soap, stroking her pliant body everywhere. Damn, she was his. It was his privilege to touch her, his alone, and also his to receive her touch. He loved her so much he almost couldn't breathe.
He turned her in his arms, enveloping her, kissing her lips with renewed hunger even after his hard orgasm only seconds before. He had to get a grip now, or they would never make it to the restaurant. One kiss, only one kiss, and he would start to behave reasonable again…
xxMentalistxx
"You ready?", she asked, and he growled when he looked at her.
She wore a short black dress made from a fabric that looked so soft, his hands itched to touch it. No, he wasn't ready. He'd had more sex in the last 24 hours than he could count, and damn him if he didn't want more. Even now, dressed in an immaculate three-piece-suit, hair combed to shining perfection, looking every bit the perfect gentleman, he couldn't think about anything but ripping that dress of Lisbon's tiny body before sinking his manhood into her to the hilt…my god, what was the matter with him.
"Yes", he said, offering her his arm, "I'm ready, and you look good enough to eat. Lucky me you stoop to hanging out with someone like me."
"Don't be so modest, Mr. Jane", she quipped, "you don't look too bad either. And I show you how much I like hanging out with you when we're back in our room."
He groaned.
And lunged at her the moment the lift doors slid shut. Good thing she didn't wear any lipstick. His mouth devoured hers so thoroughly, licking at her lush lips with greed and abandon, telling her how hot he still was after all their vigorous lovemaking. He broke away when the doors opened again, panting slightly, eyes fluttering shut to compose himself.
He let Lisbon enter the tastefully decorated restaurant in front of him. She felt his hard-on at her back and stifled a grin. Insatiable.
They were shown a secluded table at the window and sat down opposite each other. Not that this would help in any way, but it didn't look as suspicious, so…
Hmmm, she looked so beautiful. The pale skin so soft, shimmering in the candlelight.
Candlelight. He wanted to fuck her with only a single candle burning. Finding his way almost by touch alone. Watching her face in the soft glow.
He shook his head to shoo away the indecent thoughts and smiled at her, starting a polite conversation, giving his very best to be charming company, when he felt very much like a lusting beast.
They ordered and got their plates in no time. Food was delicious, but he hardly tasted anything at all, longing to taste her instead. Between her legs. Hmmmmmm.
"Don't do that.", she whispered, her smile so seductive he felt his guts constricting.
"Don't do what?", he asked, sporting his most innocent expression.
"Don't give in to your dirty mind", she murmured, "you're already hard again."
"I'm not!", he said, feigning indignation.
"Of course you are."
"No, I'm n…", he gasped when he felt her foot against his groin, bare toes probing, making his arousal hit the ceiling.
"Lisbon", he winced, "stop doing this- NOW. That's an order!"
"YOU are giving ME orders?", she asked incredulously, "Oh oh, Mr. Jane, not a smart move."
She wiped her cutlery off the table.
"Ooops!", she exclaimed, "I'm such a klutz!"
She smiled at him and dove under the table.
Jane was frozen in shock. But he gasped and put his napkin against his mouth when he felt her fingers fumbling with his fly. He tried to evade her touch but had nowhere to go. If he got up now, the whole restaurant would see his towering erection- the same erection agent Lisbon was freeing from his boxers right now. He bit down on the napkin, stifling his groan.
He felt her tongue on his cock, licking every inch of skin, a wet, sexy caress that almost made him lose his mind. He closed his eyes, pressing the napkin against his lips, his free hand clutching the edge of the table in a death grip.
Soft lips sliding, her teeth grazing against unbearably sensitive skin. He shuddered, mind already overloading, when she suddenly moved and took his engorged length into her mouth as deep as possible. His whole body jerked, tableware rattling.
A waiter approached their table. Oh my god.
"Everything alright, sir?", the young steward asked politely, obviously assuming Jane's beautiful companion was at the lady's room.
"Yes", Jane stammered, his voice considerably hoarser than usual, "thank you."
Lisbon's tongue worked his cock mercilessly while her wet mouth sucked on him with all her might, he couldn't keep silent any longer…
The waiter bowed, smiled, and left.
Jane put the napkin back against his mouth, biting down again, thrusting his erection into Lisbon's mouth with small movements of his hips. The tiny sound of approval she made finally sent him over the edge. He came like a fiend, shooting hot gushes of semen down her throat, feeling her swallow greedily, her hands sliding under his shirt to stroke his abdomen, and he whimpered into his napkin, eyes clenched shut, tears of pleasure pricking at them. Lisbon sucked him dry, drinking every drop of come he offered her, making a small sound of disappointment when the spurts of his seed finally subsided. He moaned. She would kill him.
He felt her rearranging his clothes before she came up from under the table, smiling at him with an expression that was almost innocent. Her lips were swollen, her face slightly flushed.
He glared at her.
"Our room.", he snarled, "ASAP."
He didn't touch her in the lift, retreating to a different corner, not trusting himself to control his reaction.
They entered room 68 and he locked the door behind them, already grabbing her with both hands, pushing her down onto the couch, his touch rough and urgent. He shed his jacket, tossing it on the floor.
Lisbon gasped when he knelt down before her, spreading her legs without finesse, his glaring eyes glued to hers, unwavering.
He thrust his hands beneath her short skirt- his eyes narrowed.
"You don't wear any underwear?", he growled, "Admit it- you want to destroy me. Get back at me for all the times I annoyed you while solving a case."
He didn't wait for her answer but brought his hungry mouth to her wet sex, submerging his lips in her sweet juices, and when her taste hit his tongue he groaned so loud the walls seemed to vibrate, a sound of utter pleasure.
His grip on her wide-spread thighs tightened, and he lapped at the delicious liquid leaking out of her core, gathering every drop, moaning in delight. This was his most favorite taste of all, she was the only food he needed, the only nourishment he craved. He thrust his tongue inside her, making her scream with his rough caresses, forcing even more of her delicious cream to gush into his mouth. He drank greedily, feeling as if he would die from thirst, reveling in her sweetness, her exquisite flavor seducing his taste buds. Addicted, that's what he was. She could end his life by just refusing to give him what he needed so much. He was already opening his fly, freeing his murderous erection, the taut skin almost too sensitive to touch.
He massaged her clit with his full upper lip, and she came against his mouth, feeding him even more of her mouth-watering nectar. He sucked up every drop, making sounds of bliss, fueling her climax with his thrusting tongue until she was hoarse from screaming, her head thrashing on the back rest.
Her contractions hadn't stopped when he pushed himself upright and rammed his cock inside her without hesitation, burying himself to the hilt. Lisbon cried out and bucked beneath him, eliciting a triumphant growl from his throat. He would teach her not to play evil games with him.
He clutched her hips with both hands, angling her for an even deeper penetration, and started to fuck her with all his strength. His thrusts were so hard and fast she felt her womb contracting even more, her orgasm wasn't completely over when the waves of release started anew, gripping her whole body, making her scream with overpowering ecstasy. Jane's mouth fell open, not able to contain his cries of lust, and Lisbon watched him come, her eyes blurred with tears, shuddering under wave after wave of her mind-blowing climax, Jane shooting his load in large gushes of satiny liquid, his hips pumping relentlessly, filling her up, until her thighs were sticky with his come.
It took a while until they were able to move again.
Eventually he wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her, kicking off his pants, his manhood still embedded in her hot, clutching body. He carried her to the bed and reclined, her tiny form held tightly against his chest. She was asleep in seconds, utterly exhausted from the hard sex.
Jane looked out of the window, watching the lights of the sleeping city, feeling her heartbeat hammering against his body, in synch with his own.
And he knew: when she ever left him, he would cease to exist. So he had to make her stay. Forever.
Pretty please with cherry on top- you know. Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaseeeee review! Don't feel ashamed, smut is really just a nice pastime, nothing too bad about it…I should know! I'm still on holidays and have not much time, so I'm posting the second chapter right now. Hope you enjoy it!