Short chapter but hopefully it will break my writer's block. I'd write more, but, alas, real life gets in the way. I hope you like!
Richard Castle is kneeling on the bed before her, deliciously naked, as her subordinate vigorously fucks him from behind.
He core weeps as she watches, transfixed. His nervousness has abated, he pants lustfully, legs spread, back curved in submission. His broad cock bobs in time with Ryan's thrusts, the shine of precum evident on its tip. The thought of the cocky author under her complete control thrills her. In fact, Kate doesn't think she's been this turned on in her entire life.
It is a truly magnificent sight.
She hadn't been sure he would agree to it, this arrogant writer and all around pain in her ass. There are a lot of things that cops do that they just do not talk about, this being a prime example. She herself had been skeptical at first, way back when, when Royce and his buddies had initiated her and her fellow rookies in that dark hotel room in Brooklyn. Like Castle, she had been initially been uncomfortable, wary, but in the end it had turned out to be one of the best nights of her life. The sense of inclusion, of camaraderie, the act had fostered has stayed with her her entire career.
That's why she continues the tradition.
The wet 'slaps' of Ryan's hips against Castle's ass increase in frequency, Kevin''s alabaster skin a slight contrast to Castle's darker pigmentation. Castle's face bears a strange combination of concentration and exultation and every now and again, his lips twitch slightly, as if he's talking to himself. It takes her a second to recognize the expression.
It's his writer's look.
He's committing the whole experience to memory.
She's of two minds about this.
On the one hand, she's flattered, as she always is when he gets that look in his eye. The idea that he's basing a character on her turns her on more than he'll ever know, and every time she's reminded of it she gets a little warm feeling inside (she cannot wait to read it!).
On the other hand, this isn't about the books. She wants him here, in this moment, not categorizing and filing away specific sensations, contemplating which turn of phrase might best describe what he's feeling.
She wants him to stop thinking and just feel, to let go of that annoyingly accomplished intellect and smug sense of superiority, to writhe in his utter degradation.
She wants to see him to lose his fucking mind.
To that end, she moves closer to him, signalling Ryan to slow his assault. Castle looks up, confused, and she cups at his chin, pulling his torso upright so that he gazes questioningly into her eyes. She presses her body against his, hips and breasts flush with his naked flesh. She nods to the younger detective before attacking Castle's mouth, nipping and sucking, as her colleague pummels him from behind. It's kind of an odd sort of balancing act but, strangely, it works. Castle is sandwiched between herself and Ryan, his hands tangled in her hair as hers toy with his sex.
It works. He's shivering, moaning, and making these tiny little needy noises in his throat that she honestly finds absolutely adorable. His hands move to her ass as he circles his hips in an awkward attempt to gain more friction but she holds him in place, shaking her head slightly.
"Not yet, Castle, not until we get what we want."
His eyes flash and seem to grow more determined. He seems to take her words as a personal challenge.
He may not be the only one in danger of losing his mind tonight.
She can live with that.
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