A big thankyou to everybody who's read and reviewed, it really has gladdened the old heart. The final instalment …
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Chapter 5
She bit her lip to stifle a moan as he kissed his way down her stomach and tugged at her underwear with his teeth, waggling his eyebrows at her lasciviously. He hooked a finger through them and dragged them down her legs and over her feet. Then he stood gazing down at her, suddenly serious.
"Christ, Alex. Have yer any idea how gorgeous yer are?"
She sat up and wrapped her arms round his neck, kissing his sexy pout.
"I could say the same to you, Mr Hunt. And you have me at a bit of a disadvantage here."
She looked down at his boxers, now straining to contain his erection.
"These really need to go …"
He pulled them down over his hips and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them with some relief and standing proudly in front of her. She ran a teasing finger slowly up his thigh and cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing gently. He blinked nervously.
"Easy with the goods there, Bols. Texas Hold 'Em now, is it?"
She released him and wrapped her fingers round his eager length, and her voice was husky with desire.
"Oh my. You really are a big boy, Gene."
She began to work him expertly using just the right amount of pressure and he groaned, enjoying her attentions for a few seconds before grabbing her hand and stilling it.
"Nice shuffling Alex, but I've got other plans for Sergeant Rock tonight. Turn round and bend over the table …"
The fire in his eyes turned her legs to jelly, and for once in her life she was happy to follow her DCI's orders without a murmur of complaint.
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As he stared down at her perfect behind Gene couldn't believe his ultimate fantasy was about become reality. When he'd drawn that doodle he'd never in his wildest dreams imagined he'd ever get this lucky. If he wanted a repeat performance, he'd better make sure he put her pleasure first. This was his Bolly after all, not just some meaningless one-night stand. No pressure then, Genie Boy.
He leaned over and pressed a trail of little kisses down her spine, feeling her shiver at his touch. When he reached her backside he bit one cheek gently, and she gasped in surprise.
"Couldn't help it, Bols. It's just like a ripe peach."
He slipped a finger in between her thighs and she moaned as he reached just the right spot and stroked gently but firmly.
"Oh God … Gene …"
She was so wet for him and he wasn't sure he could wait much longer, pushing two fingers into her and pumping them in and out teasingly. She moaned, bucking against his hand.
"Fuck! … need you inside me, Gene … please …"
He positioned himself in readiness and then paused, teasing her with his tip. His voice was low and gravelly.
"If yer only knew how often I've fantasised about this, Alex."
He pushed into her slowly, giving her time to adjust, and she whimpered with pleasure. The sound went in through his ears and headed directly south to his groin. Jesus, she felt good, and he was so turned on, he only hoped he could make it last. He took a steadying breath and began to move, thrusting in and out, listening to her little gasps and cries and trying to find the angle that worked best for her.
"Oh God … just there … harder …"
He upped the pace, his fingers digging into her hips as he gritted his teeth, trying to stay in control. Her breath was coming in little pants and he guessed she must be close. He could see the cards still lying on the table where he'd left them, and tried to distract himself by going through the various winning hands, but without much success. Just as he thought he couldn't hold on any longer she stiffened, and he felt her clench round him as her climax took her, and she cried out his name.
"Gene … ohhhh …. yeeessss!"
It was enough to push him over the edge as he surged forwards one last time, exploding deep inside her with a grunt of pure pleasure, seeing stars before his eyes.
"Alex … sweet Jesus …. fuck …"
He collapsed onto her back, supporting himself on his elbows, both of them panting for breath. After a few seconds he withdrew and flopped back into a chair, his chest still heaving, and she slid off the table and into his lap and buried her face in his neck. Neither of them spoke for a while, and then Gene broke the silence.
"Bloody hell, woman. Yer nearly killed me. If I'd realised it was pokin' rather than poker yer had planned I'd 'ave laid off the booze 'n fags fer a month …"
He felt her smile and mumble something incoherent against his neck.
"Wot?"
She sat back, eyes sparkling and face still flushed.
"I said, no you wouldn't."
He smirked.
"True. Might've got an early night or two in preparation, though."
She kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"Don't know why. Judging by that performance, sleep deprivation is no bad thing."
He wanted to punch the air, but he settled for a quick peck on her cheek.
"Ta muchly, luv. Yer weren't so bad yerself. Wanna know how I beat yer, by the way?"
He tapped his nose and she looked at him, puzzled.
"Yer rub it every time yer get a decent hand. Good job we weren't playin' fer money, I'd 'ave cleaned yer out."
She smirked.
"In your dreams. And don't ever play poker with bare feet again. Your big toe twitches when you're nervous."
She giggled at the expression of disbelief on his face, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"Fancy round two somewhere more comfortable?"
He couldn't prevent a huge smile spreading over his face as she got up and offered her hand.
"Lead the way, Lady Bols. That way I can admire yer arse."
"Ogle, more like."
She rolled her eyes, but her lips were twitching in amusement. He followed her in the general direction of the bedroom, and then a thought occurred to her.
"Hang on, I'll just get some more wine."
She collected a fresh bottle and the glasses, and then noticed the playing cards still lying on the table. On an impulse she flipped both hands over and spread them out, and her mouth dropped open in disbelief.
"Gene Hunt, you lying toe-rag!"
She put the bottle and glasses down again and advanced on him, hand raised, but he grabbed her by the wrist and backed her up against the wall, kissing her hard, despite her feeble attempt at resistance. After a few seconds she stopped fighting, pressing herself against him and pulling his head in tighter. He broke the kiss and hoisted her up into his arms, ignoring her squeal of protest.
"Sod the wine, I want yer body. Got a 'high straight' here that won' wait."
"You owe me big style, Gene. Boy, am I going to make it hard for you."
He smirked at her.
"Yer already did, luv."
She reached down to check, gazing up at him seductively from under lowered lashes.
"That's a good start …"
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On the table the cards lay, neglected and forgotten. One hand did indeed contain three kings. The other? Nothing but a lowly pair of twos …
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Really enjoyed writing this one – the fact that people seem to have enjoyed it is an extra added bonus. All reviews very welcome, as ever.
And there may be a Christmas pressie in the offing very shortly because everyone's been so kind …