Chapter Sixteen (The Boys Are Back In Town…) MATURE SUBJECT MATTER. NO MINORS PLEASE.
John Reese did not smile back at Taylor Davidivitch. He didn't especially feel like smiling at the moment. "..I can't be..what you need." He blurted without preamble. "I'm not..normal."
Davidivitch's smile faded in natural order. "Well, angel, if you were. I would probably not give you a second look." She knew how she worked. "Maybe a 'look'.." her eyes swept his body, a secretive smile playing about her luscious lips for a brief second. "Who are we kidding..but, as for the rest?" she crinkled her nose. "You are what you are." She shrugged. " 'Normal' is highly over-rated in my book."
She crooked her head to one side. "You giving me the boot?" she wondered over his mood and the confrontation. "Is this your way of saying..Sayonara, Muchacho?"
John was caught off-guard by the defensive tactic for a second.
"Your Mr. Finch would have shown more class, John." She half teased. "Color me..disappointed."
"No." Reese curtly waved a hand. "I..I don't know where ..we are." He tried again, the soulful eyes attempting to read her inner most thoughts. "What you..expect of me."
"Does it matter?" Taylor's voice was soft, full of compromise. "Because..it does to me."
Reese breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing a bit in his stance and, his approach. "..It matters, baby."
Taylor's insides turned to mush. He had used an endearment but moreso, he had used it so..off-handedly, as if, it was sorta natural to him now..if only in his own sphere of thinking. Lots of men had used that term..most she had found offensive and had told them so. 'I have name..use it.' But when John Reese said it?
She smiled happily. "Well.. 'Precious'." she could throw them out there as well. "I'm ever so pleased to hear it. About..before." she wanted to explain. "It had nothing to do with..your chosen vocation. You do KNOW that, right?"
John had not known that..not at all.
"I don't care what you do for a living." She dismissed airily. "If it makes you content, then I accept all that you are, or will be. The problem lies with me. Not you or your job. I have to consider the future. In that..one without you, if the unthinkable occurs. I'm not sure." She still wasn't. "If I could survive that."
Such honesty amazed the man standing before her, in that cramped, claustrophobic hallway.
"There is something there, for my part." She wasn't a teenager, this was not high school. "I want to pursue it, of course, but honesty? Being close to you each day is making me think more and more about..having you around for a while. And I'm just not sure where that would lead..for either of us."
The woman leaned against the door frame of the bath room, studying the enigma before her. "You probably already feel trapped what with a woman seemingly conjuring up a stratagem for catching and tricking an unsuspecting guy like you into her diabolical clutches." she knew how such statements usually made her feel. "A fate much worse than any of those thugs out in the world could devise for you, hummm" she drew in breath through her beautifully white teeth. ".. John?"
She chuckled throatily. "Relax, Tonto. I'm not the marrying kind."
"I know that."
She nodded, satisfied. "But I do like you..a lot. And I am not adverse to ..getting to know you better… a lot."
Reese's good mood had returned. "You wanna finish that dance?"
"Depends on your definition of..dance." she walked forward, gently removing his leather coat from his shoulders. Davidivitch liked the feel of the muscled biceps under her fingertips as she allowed the heavy coat to dangle in her free hand but her right, trailing a searing path down the entire length of his powerfully built arm.
John took the coat from unresisting hands, tossing it unto the back of the couch as he guided her into the living area, but..they didn't make it that far.
Davidivitch pulled him close, her mouth parting his unresisting one passionately. In seconds, heat rushed between them..a physical need that transcended common sense or even decency.
John pushed her to the nearest 'platform'..lifting her bodily unto the counter of a convenient kitchen surface, stepping between her legs, the fabric of his jeans rubbing the insides of the woman's thighs as he shoved his hardness into her Valley of Eden, his mouth catching her's mid- pout.
Harold Finch had come up behind his prey, quietly..inoffensively. He allowed his hands to spread upon the curve of Cordelia Fellow's hips, then move ever so slowly, out..and down.
Across the flat of her stomach, his thumb trailing a quick silver circle about the tiny indentation of her belly button.
Cordelia leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder, her back molded to the warmth of his body. Her small hands covered his, but did not guide or direct, merely held tight to his wrists after a fashion.
Finch stepped closer, his hardness curving to the firmness of her buttocks.
Cordelia moaned softly, squirming slightly to better feel the moment.
He nibbled contentedly on the fragrant flesh of her neck and shoulder line, gentle, open mouthed kisses, the very tip of his tongue flicking from sensitive spot to sensitive spot, his breath heating her vulnerable skin as he went.
He was torn, so he hesitated, the decision a tough one. In the end, his hands went in opposite directions, each taking an agonizingly slow trek to it's destination.
He felt Cordelia's fingers tighten on his wrist as his hand covered one full, sloping mound. He liked the feel of the small but ample breast, squeezing the plumpness lovingly. He watched his handiwork as his fingers played, teasing the tiny bud to life, causing it to pucker and stiffen painfully, if Cordelia's groan of remorse was any criteria by which to judge.
"You have beautiful breasts." He admired the lovely orbs as he would a magnificent painting by an Old Master, his tone filled with reverent awe.
"F-Fuck m-me!" Cordelia found she was not above pleading at this point in time.
"Yes." He nodded absently. "I could do that." It was a given at this stage, true. "But, I don't think…I shall."
The woman cried out her dismay and objections. "I..h-hate you! " she whined piteously.
"Do you?" his free hand slid effortlessly..down, over her Mound of Venus, his fingers gently working their way into the hot, slick crevices of her vulva lips.
Cordelia's body stiffened with pleasure, her cheeks flushing prettily. She did not once think of denying him access to the inner most private part of her body.
"OHhhhhhhh…!" she gasped her awe, spreading her legs slightly for the unwarranted invasion, her entire system geared to..the man's efforts on her behalf. "S-Shitttt!"
Finch reached a bit farther, his middle finger playing teasingly about first, her nub of pleasure then..hovering enticingly at the opening of her vaginal area, putting just enough pressure to make Cordelia even more wet than she already was.
"Let us test that..hypotheses." he insisted, easing his finger..upward, entering the lava of her canal, smiling slightly for the heartfelt growl of approval and sharp gasp of delight for his unorthodox methods.
John Reese was a man possessed. His fine veneer of civilized behavior which at the best of times, was often questionable, was now.. completely absent from his psyche.
There was a primitive, primal scream inside his head, dictating his actions.
"Spread!" he snapped his need, his palm physically forcing his command, shoving on the inside of Davidivitch's thigh to allow him more space.
The woman grunted softly, but complied more than willingly. "Easy, big guy.." she panted her own involvement with the proceedings. "Give a little 'head's up'..you have me in a very cooperative mood but.."
"My fucking 'head' is 'up'.." Reese could see as much, his long, thick apparatus held in capable hands, primed and ready for action. "Now..let me in!"
Taylor grinned, propping herself more securely on her elbows, reaffirming her grip on the counter. "I love when you sweet talk me." She raised herself, her knees catching the edge of one of the ugly cushioned stools near by, giving the man more freedom in his choices. "Open for business, Lover."
Reese placed his cock directly against the taunt, slippery opening he had been eyeing now for some few seconds, his blood up, his pulse throbbing angrily in his temples for the visual had aroused him fully and he was hurting now, in the most painful way a man could hurt, wanting relief.
He shoved his organ upward, careful to ease into the moment, not ram against the grain, but he growled happily, feeling the pink lips surround him whole, swallow him, inch by glorious inch as he..moved upward into the volcanic depths.
"Ohhh, shit, baby!" he whispered his agony, his tone coarse, edgy. "God, that feels..so…" he couldn't find a word that described the emotions correctly, just closing his eyes and..savoring.
Davidivitch felt his heaviness fill her to capacity and beyond, the bitter sweet ache of urgency coloring her usually composed responses. "Deeper!" she commanded, her own voice a weak shade of it's former vitality. "M-More!"
"I don't want to hur.." there was nothing inside him that wanted to hurt her..nothing, but he too was experiencing..
"MORE!" Davy wasn't concerned about her status as a 'lady' at this moment in time.
Reese shoved hard into the creamy depths awaiting his exploration, grunting savagely for the delicious waves of pure physical pleasure which filled his mind and body. He thrust repeatedly, holding her hips in place, bringing her back to his sphere of influence each time with a resounding thud of flesh against flesh.
Davidivitch squirmed about, attempting to better feel the scratchy coarseness of his public hair that rubbed her sensitive vaginal area with delicious stings of damp slaps.
Harold gently eased the woman forward, totally enraptured by the sight which now greeted his incredulous eyes. He had eased the blue lace down, over the beautiful firm cheeks, the fabric resting just beneath the indentation of Cordelia's legs.
The long strands of blonde hair reached the small of her back. Finch moved them lovingly aside, leaning to place his lips to the smooth flesh. Small goose flesh appeared beneath his efforts but he mistook the 'sigh', covering her nakedness with his own flesh, curving his body to Cordelia's smaller one, his arms surrounding her tiny waist protectively.
"Are you cold?" he asked solicitously, his mouth close to her shell like ear, his voice a mere whisper of husky..involvement.
She shook her head, too moved to speak coherently, her body on fire..aching deliciously for what only this man could give.
"I want inside you, Cordelia." He could wait no longer, admitting defeat, his tone dejected but..determined. "I want that ..so badly." He moved the lace..further down her legs.
He swallowed his own emotion, closing his eyes to the reality of his lost control.
"P-Please!" her voice broke with emotion. "If you..d-don't, I swear.." she felt her threat. "I will kill m-myself!"
He smiled gently. "Well..we certainly do not want that." Harold glanced down, his palm ever so gently pushing on the inside of the velvet thigh which quickly melted away any resistance, the heated surface opening more than willingly.
He could smell her arousal which only inflamed his all the more. He stifled a grunt of acquiescence, quickly pushing aside his expensive slacks, extracting his engorged penis with stressed difficulty for it was in a painful state indeed.
But, it soon was free so the man positioned it where he needed it to be, his hands shaking slightly as he took matters into hand, so to speak. "Are you a virgin, Delia?" he had to know the truth.
"I shall be..until my dying day if you don't…DO IT!" she cried out her rather strong belief. "GOD!... I'm DYING here!"
"Yes but.." he had cursed a silent vulgarity, for it meant..more patience on his part and that commodity was rapidly becoming scarce. "I don't want to hurt you. More than I shall."
Finch sighed heavily, placing his penis at the tiny little opening. He glanced at the difference in sizes, shaking his head regretfully. "..Do not..move."
He eased upward ever so gently, feeling the tight flesh..give and open.
Cordelia's hands snaked into the covers, clutching the sheets for dear life, her body stiffening involuntarily against the alien invasion.
"Relax." Harold's soothing tones served it's purpose and she found herself wanting to obey, her body crying out for something she wanted desperately, her mind knowing instinctively how to achieve her goals. "I am in control..."
So…she did and at first, it hurt..and the girl gasped her shock, crying out softly, her fingers tightening even more so on the sheet, but soon..it only stung and the heavy weight inside her begin to grow and fill her with..an agonizing flame of red-hot..need.
And then..Harold Finch began to..move.
"Hurry, baby.." Reese panted heavily, moving his body expertly, a fine sheen of perspiration shimmering his muscles and the taunt abdomen with it's dark mat of soft down which tapered into the band of his hastily removed underwear. The black silk lay discarded, rumpled into a heap on the floor over by the sink, his jeans, thrown carelessly aside, in the floor on the other side of the bar. "G-God..come ON!"
Beads of sweat covered his forehead, but he didn't care..his muscles twitched from holding Davidivitch's weight, but..he didn't care.
His body was screaming for fulfillment, his dick full and heavy with his fluid, built up in his balls, tight and puckered, ready for implosion.
He enjoyed fucking. But he particularly enjoyed it with this woman, who was not shy about stating her preferences or demanding her rights. Who obviously enjoyed the pastime just as much, if not more..than he did.
But now, he just wanted to finish. The build up had been phenomenal and electric but .. "Baby.." the stress was apparent in Reese's voice, and he lay his head on Davidivitch's sweaty little back, grimacing his agony. "Do it to me."
His silky tone washed over the woman like silk and she suddenly wanted to do anything in the entire Universe he asked, her body responding even when she had told it..maybe a few more seconds of this ethereal bliss..
Reese felt the slight stiffening which signified..all systems were a 'go'.
He straightened his body, his head falling back, and he..pumped hard, thrusting jerkily upward several meaningful strokes..which released the tension in his body, his fluid shooting forth like a rocket blast out of a hand held grenade launcher.
John strangled out his joy, grunting savagely as he rode the amazing tide of rising flames to the very top of it's crescendo.
Cordelia's body shook tremulously, the crystal wave of ecstasy washing over her like a tidal wave of molten lava. The intensity robbed her of any sane thought or action. She sharp, intake of breath alerting her partner to
Harold Finch felt the coiled intensity of his climax flush from his straining, over worked equipment, grunting his appreciation. It took several seconds for the wondrous emotions to travel through his mind and even longer for his body to stop twitching from the marvelous sensations he had experienced.
Finch had forgotten how uplifting such an extraordinary interfacing could be.
Cordelia moaned gently, soft blonde tendrils framing her face, her hair mussed and gorgeous. Harold planted a grateful kiss on her full mouth, having turned her face toward his but soon enough, he let the woman fall back into the stupor their love making had induced.
He gently extracted himself from the heated little cavern, his body rebelling against such an unwise decision. Finch stifled a groan of denial, his hand easing the pain of his action. He could feel Cordelia's wetness, savoring the sensation, massaging his instrument absently.
Cordelia snuggled back against his actions, and Harold discretely moved ever so slightly that she not feel his condition, which was still swollen and thick. It would take some time to work such a delicious tingle out of his system.
He was only too glad to hold her in his arms. She seemed drowsy and compliant to anything he thought to do. He was loathe to realize, he too..felt the soothing effects washing over his system.
He closed his eyes, snuggling into her nape, his breathing even and steady after only a few minutes, her warm infusing his frame. He curved his body to Cordelia's smaller one, pulling her back against him. He tugged the corner of the sheets about them, falling into a deep, restful slumber.