WARNING: RATED A STRONG M
THIS IS NOTHING BUT PURE SMUT FOLKS. WHY? BECAUSE I CAN
Hot showers, ice cubes and Danny
"Something I can't define
but your eyes tell the story
when my love fills you up you'll never come down
baby you're gonna love what I do
when I'm on top of you."
-On Top of You, Enrique Iglesias
They shared what seemed liked hours of hot, long, deep kisses, the warm water beating down on their needy bodies. He teased her mercilessly. Lathering her up painfully slowly and rinsing her off even more so, his large, strong hands paying extra special attention to her full, soft breasts, feeling her shiver beneath his touch, hearing her moan as he kneaded and tweaked her nipples into achingly hard erectness. Smiling with satisfaction and lust at the way she whimpered in anticipation when his tongue swirled around her nipples.
"Please..." she moaned, pleading. "Please..."
He took the nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. She moaned even louder and grabbed at his hair with one hand and moved one of his between her legs with the other.
"You're impatient." Flack said, moving to the other breast. She was warm and supple in his rough hands and she tasted so good.
"Just... stop teasing me..."
"Makes up for all the times you do it to me." he said, using the tip of his tongue to toy with her nipple.
"Stop... okay? Just stop and do it..."
"Do what?" he asked innocently.
"Fuck, Don! You all ready know!"
"What? You mean this?" he ran his hand over her ass and around over her hip and between her eagerly parted legs, slipping two fingers inside of her.
"Shit!" she shrieked at the sudden, rough gesture. Then moaned and sighed and closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the shower wall as he moved his fingers in and out of her at a fast, deep pace.
"Or do you mean like this?" he asked as he put a third finger inside of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb.
She bit back a scream and whimpered and clutched at his shoulders. She said his name repeatedly, quickly and effortlessly nearing orgasm until he suddenly stopped and laid his hands on her shoulders and turned around.
He opened her legs with his knee. "Bend over." he instructed. "Bend over and put your hands on the wall."
"What?"
"You like rough? You want me to go all cop on you as you call it? Bend over."
"Don... what?"
"I said bend over." he roughly pushed her over by her shoulders, reached between he legs and fingered her again before guiding himself into her hot, tight opening. He moaned a loud at the sensation of entering her. "You are so beautiful." he said, kissing her shoulders and all the way down her spine, running his hands over her ass. He grasped her by the hips and pulled out and then slammed back into her again.
She screamed in ecstasty. Her eyes closed. Head hung forward.
"You want it rough, Samantha? I'm your man. You want it nice and slow, I'm your man for that, too. All you have to do is tell me what you want."
"I just..." she gasped, clutched vainly at the wall of the shower. "I want..."
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "I can't hear you." he told her. "What did you say?"
"I said I want you to fuck me all ready. Flack!" she yelled at him.
With one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, he gave her what she wanted. What they both wanted. Pounding into her fast and hard.
"You like it rough, don't you/You like me you treat you like a dirty little bitch. Fuck you until you cant walk properly. You're into that kind of shit, huh?"
She was too busy moaning and crying out to answer.
"I'm gonna fuck you until you forget every guy that you were ever with before me. Until it fucking hurts..."
"Then do it all ready..." she ground out.
"You are a dirty little bitch." he told her. "You just remember that you're my bitch.No one elses." he bent down and sucked roughly at the sensitive skin at the back of her neck and rammed into her as hard and as fast as he could. "Fuck..." he panted. "You feel so good... you're so fucking tight and so wet and you feel so good."
Flack reached around her to rub at her clit with hard, rapid circles with one hand, grabbing her swaying breast with the other and kneading and pinching the nipple.
She cried out. Tightened her inner muscles around him, causing him to moan loudly into the back of her neck. He thrust through that unbelievable tightness and continued the stroking of her clit.
"Fuck... Flack... you're going to make me come..." she gasped.
"That's the whole point." he punctuated every word with a hard thrust and rubbed frantically at her swollen clit.
Her orgasm was all consuming and powerful. She screamed his name over and over again, threw her head back. He grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises on the pale sensitive skin and continued to pound into her relentlessly, feeling the pressure building inside of him.
"I'm going to come..." he said and felt her muscles tighten around him, sending him over the edge, and he buried his face in the back of her neck, uttering curse words and moaning her name as he came powerfuly inside of her. It seemed as if he'd never stop coming. he rested his forehead against her back, his eyes closed and his chest heaving. Trying to compose himself.
When his heart rate calmed bit and his legs stopped shaking, he kissed a path down her spine and then straightened and pulled out of her slowly.
Samantha stood up, her own legs trembling, her hands still on the wall for balance.
"You okay?" he asked, kissing her shoulder.
She nodded.
"Did I hurt you?"
"A little." she admitted.
He frowned. "I didn't want to hurt you."
"It's okay." she assured him. "I liked it. A lot. A little hurt is okay."
"You know, you've got a potty mouth on you. And you sound like a porn star. Does wonders for my ego."
She laughed and turned around. "That was amazing." she declared.
"You were amazing." he told her and kissed her. "Can you do me favor next time, though/"
She nodded.
"Ya mind not calling me by my last name in the middle of things? Too impersonal."
"What's so personal about fucking someone against a shower wall?" she asked
"True... I'd rather ya stick to my first name, though. Okay?"
"Okay." she agreed and he kissed her long and soft.
"I love you." he said.
"Do you?"
He nodded.
"Can you say that honestly? In your heart of hearts?"
"I can. With everything I am and everything I have."
She smiled.
"Don't leave me hanging here, Samantha."
"You know I do."
"I want to hear you say it. I want you to look me in the eye and say it."
She leaned into him and looked up at him. "I love you, too." she said.
He kissed her again. "Good... now can I finish my shower?"
She smiled and nodded. "I'm starving." she announced.
He laughed. "That is such a guy thing. Being hungry after sex."
"Well I am not a guy." she said and washed the area of his scar gently. "I am one hundred percent woman."
He kissed her forehead. "Yes, you are. And I'm gonna feed you as soon as we got out of her. You're going to need your energy."
An hour and a half later they were on the couch. She sat at one end in his shirt, her back against the arm of the couch, her feet in his lap as he sat at the other end in a pair of faded baggy jeans and a t-shirt. She ate chicken chow mein with chop sticks and sipped a huge plastic glass of pepsi and ice cubes while he drank beer and worked on a plate of steaming chinese food.
"Good?" he asked.
She giggled around a mouthful of food. "So good..." she enthused
"I am so glad you're not one of those that only eat salad and vegetables."
"I'll have a salad," she said. "and then I'll drown it in dressing, And I've got nothing against veggies. I just like meat more. Growing up, I was surrounded by carnivores. And I love to eat. You live in Clint's house growing up, you learn to love your food. A lot."
"So explain to me why you're so small."
She shrugged. "Fast metabolism I guess. All the ass I kick in my job helps. And in case you haven't noticed, my ass and my boobs are not small."
"I've noticed." he assured her. "I just spent a half an hour looking at your ass, remember?"
"I figured you for an ass man the moment I met you." she said.
"I'm more of a something else man." he told her.
"What's that?"
He cast a glance at her crotch.
"You are a dirty minded perv!" she said and dug her toes into his crotch.
"Hey, you asked. And quit doing that with your foot. Its distracting."
"It's suppose to be. It's only a baseball game. I thought you were suppose to be this big time Rangers fan?"
"I am. Just its baseball season so I watch the Mets. I'm from Queens. Gotta be a Mets fan when you're from Queens."
"When's the last time they actually won anything?" she asked.
"Do not tell me you're a Yankees fan."
"The Yankees? The evil empire?" she laughed. "Don't insult my intelligence. Only thing I like about the Yankees is the fact that Jeter and A-Rod are so goddamn hot. I'm a Toronto fan."
Flack nearly choked on a mouthfl of beer. "Toronto? That's even worse!"
"Do I need to remind you that they won the World Series two years in a row?"
"And they've sucked since. Next thing you'll be telling me is that you're an Islanders fan."
"New Jersey." she said.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Flack exclaimed. "How does a girl from Brooklyn like a team from New Jersey?"
"Because the Rangers and the Islanders both suck shit." she reasoned.
He narrowed his eyes. "Remind me to spank your ass later."
She arched an eyebrow and ran her foot from his knee to his crotch. "Promise?"
"And you call me a dirty minded perv... would you stop doing that with your foot!"
"What? You mean this?" she rubbed the inside of his thigh with her toes.
"No. I mean.. that!" he exclaimed as she dug her foot roughly into his crotch and then stroked softly.
"You prefer the Mets over foreplay?" she asked. "Typical man." she sat her food on the coffee table and sipped her Pepsi and then took out an ice cube, sucking and licking at it.
Flack shook his head and sighed.
"What? I can't even eat an ice cube without you turning it into something dirty?" she inquired. "Were you sexually deprived before i came along or something? Your little rich girlfriend not put out or what?"
"She did. But its the quality, not the quantity. And I'm not the type to go out looking for random sex. And if I was, look at the hours I work. Who has the time?"
"There's always time." she declared. "Like right now, you could be getting some."
"You said you were hungry!"
"I'm full now."
"Ask me, you're the sexually deprived one. What happened? Psycho stalker boy didn't put out?"
"If you call five minutes and only worrying about himself putting out."
"What a goddamn fool. No one ever told him getting the girl off is the whole poit to the thing?"
"Apparently not."
"Well lucky for you, I am an equally opportunity pervert." Flack told her.
"Yeah? Well right now I don't see you being an equal opportunity anything." she rubbed his crotch with her foot again.
"You know what?" he turned off the t.v. and tossed the converter and his empty plate aside. "Give me that goddamn ice cube." he snatched it from her fingers. "You wanna play games? Tease people? You like that sort of thing?"
She just smiled.
He grabbed her by the hips and yanked her towards him so that she was flat on her back, then took her by the ankle and skimmed the ice cube over the top of her foot. She squealed at the shock of the cold and tried to push him away, but he tightened his grip on her foot.
"Relax." he told her. "Okay?"
"You've got a foot fetish now?"
"Ya got cute little girl feet. But I ain't into sucking toes or anything like that so take it easy. Why? Do you?"
"If you even dare suck on my toes I will throw up all over the place. That is plain gross."
"Well I don't want that. You gonna relax or what?"
She nodded.
"You trust me?"
"Shit.. I don't know if I like the sound of that."
"Do you trust me? I won't do anything you don't want me to do. You don't feel comfortable, you tell me to stop. Okay?"
"I trust you." she said.
He ran the ice cube along the inside of her leg, then around to the back.
"Just relax. If you relax it won't bother you as much."
"It's cold! It's cold and I'm hot and..." she couldn't finish as he had the ice cube at the back of her knee, then licked away the moisture left behind.
"One of your secret spots, huh?" he smiled. "How many more do you have?"
"That's for you to have fun when you try and figure that out and find them."
The sensation was far more amazing then she ever thought possible. Her body quickly responding when he followed behind the ice cube with his lips and his tongue. He ran the cube along the inside of her thigh. Her breathing becoming more and more rapid, her eyes closing, biting her lip. He continued with the ice cube until he got between her legs and slid it along the length of her clit. She gasped loudly and arched her back. Then moaned when he replaced the coldness with the heat of his tongue.
"Oh God..." she groaned and grapped at his hair. "Don..."
He licked slow, lazy circles around her clit then became more firm and insistent directly on it. He found himself completely turned on by all the loud, uninhibited noises she was making and the way her body was responding. She was pushing frantically at his head, urging him to continue and he gave her what she wanted. Licking and sucking until she was writhing beneath him and close to completion. Then he abruptly stopped.
"What are you doing?" she nearly wailed.
"This is my game, remember? You just lie there and be nice."
"You are a bastard!"
"Want me to stop?"
She shook her head.
"Didn't think so."
He tossed the nearly melted ice cube aside and grabbed another one, then unbuttoned her shirt and laid it open.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are." he said and kissed her. "I've honestly never seen a body this off the hook before." he kissed her again. "You good?"
"Mm-hm." she simply replied.
Flack ran the ice cube in a circle around her navel, then sucked at the ring there. The ice passed over her stomach and higher to the space between her breasts and then over one and around the nipple before taking it firmly into his mouth.
She was panting, mumbling incoherently, gripping his hair. He moved to the other breast, repeated every movement with the ice cue, then slid it up her neck following behind with his tongue. Along the underside of her chin and up to her lips. He kissed her. hard and smouldering.
She opened her eyes and smiled.
He smiled back and popped the ice cube in his mouth and crunched down on it. "Game over." he said
"I liked that game." she sighed.
"I could tell."
They kissed. Alternating between long, hard kisses and soft, undemanding ones.
"You have an unfair clothes advantage." she said.
"More like a disadvantage if you ask me."
"Well maybe we should do something about that. In a bed. Like normal people."
"Personally, I like up against a wall."
"Do you do anything normally?" she asked.
"Nope. But for you, I'll attempt to make it to the bedroom."
They didn't get that far. A few feet down the hall and that was it. As they kissed she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor, pushinf his boxers down to release his erection. He reached between her legs to rub at her clit, stimulate her a bit, and found her soaking wet with desire.
"Fuck me now." she demanded.
He grabbed her and lifted her off her feet and pinned her to the wall. She cried out as he entered her with one strong, hard thrust.
"Put your legs around my waist." he instructed, helping her out with that. He pounded into her with long, hard thrusts she could feel through her entire body.
Her moans were getting louder and more insistent. Her nails were raking painfully across his shoulder and down his back. He could feel her tightening around him as he thrust as hard and as fast as he could, his own release drawing nearer with the louder her noises of pleasure became. He reached between them to find her clit and he heard her scream his name, her body shuddering as he felt her inner muscles contracting around his cock, sending him quickly and powerfully over the edge as well. She bit down on the space between his neck and shoulder. Hard enough to break the skin.
They stayed like that until they both caught their breath. Flack still supporting her weight with his arms. Then slowly withdrew from her and set her back down on the floor.
"I think you woke my neighbours up." he teased.
"Fuck the neighbours. If they had orgasms like that, they'd understand."
He kissed her. "You're incredible. Even I need to lie down after that."
"I wear you out, huh? You are getting old."
"I just need to get my second wind." he said.
"Second wind? You are deprived."
"Cram all the months of no sex into one night." he figured. "Come on... like you're not game."
"How about we go and lie down and see if you can put your money where your mouth is in a little while."
"Are you a sex maniac?" he asked.
"You can turn me into one." she replied.
"I'm a good teacher."
She smiled. "I noticed."
Two hours later they lay together in his rumpled bed. He had put his money where his mouth was . It had been slow and tender and attentive. Looking deep into each others eyes and whispering soft, loving words in her ear.
The back of her neck was soft and smelled of lavender. They lay on their sides, her bottom tucked into his pelvis, holding her in his arms and smoothing the undersides of her breasts. He decided that he never wanted to face a night in that bed without her.
Warm and soft she turned to face him and hold him. In the darkness he saw the glitter in her eyes. He kissed her, leisurely and explorative.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Grateful." she said and then giggled. "I did not mean that the way it sounded."
"You didn't?"
She thought about it. "Yeah... I did."
"Me, too." he said.
A cell phone rang. His. He glanced over at it sitting on the night stand. He wasn't on call and it was nearly three in the morning. Thank God they started nights tomorrow.
"Don't answer it." she whispered against his lips, then circled his neck with her arms and pulled him closer and thrust her tongue into his mouth aggressively.
"I wasn't planning on answering." he said, relieved when the phone stopped ringing. He kissed her hungrily. "Don't you ever get tired?" he asked, lips against her neck.
"I'm too horny to be tired." she replied.
He laughed against her neck, rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Buried his hands in her hair as they kissed. Holding her head firmly as he kissed and licked at her ear.
She sighed when he hit a good spot. "Donnie..." she moaned his name quietly.
"Hmm?" his lips were against the hallow of her throat. His finger tips skimmed along her spine before settling on her ass and squeezing it.
"Make love to me again." she said.
"You're going to give me a heart attack." he said with a smile. He reached over for a condom package between the pillows.
She kissed his ears and his neck, her hands slipped down his chest and her lips followed. Then moved back up again.
"God you're good at that." he said and groaned when her hand enclosed around his erection and she licked and sucked at his neck.
"I'm good at a lot of things." she informed him and took the condom from him.
"Especially... that!" he groaned loudly and gripped her ass and her thigh as she ran a finger nail along the underside of his cock and then stroked the tip with her thumb. "You've got some seriously magic hands." he told her.
She smiled and stroked him firmly, her lips finding his ear.
"Jesus..." he gasped. "Keep doing that and this will end sooner than we both want it to."
"That would be a shame." she said and sat up and ripped open the package. "I'm in charge now." she announced.
"Whatever you want, baby." he said. "Whatever."
She grinned devilishly and rolled the condom onto him. "In that case." she said, straddled him and came down on him hard.
"Shit!" he practically screamed. "Why you gotta be like that?"
"Because you like it." she said. "You like it when I abuse you. Admit it."
"How the hell do I let a woman a quarter of my size abuse me?"
"Because you love me." she said.
It was the truth.
She rode him slow and steady at first. Then harder and faster, her hands gripping the head board so hard her knuckles turned white. His hands gripped her ass and her thighs and he suckled at her breasts as he tensed to come. When she came, she screamed his name and tightened around him, the clenching of her kegel muscles causing him to explode as well. A loud moan muffled by her lips over his. He nearly screamed when she bit down on his lip had enough to make it bleed.
She fell limp on top of him, loving it when he put his arms around her and clenched her tight into his chest as he shuddred for a long while afterwards. Their hearts popunded, their breathing was ragged. Eventually she sat up and kissed him softly.
"Are you alive?" she asked.
"Barely."
"Want me to call the ME and tell them to sit up a table for you?"
"I'll be okay... I think..." he opened his eyes, put a hand to his lip. "You're vicious for a little thing." he said.
"You like it." she said in return.
She kissed him and slowly climbed off of him. He slipped out of bed and went to dispose of the condom and climb back into his boxers. She put the shirt back on and they cuddled under the covers. Her face against his chest, his hand on her back. She had just begun to doze off when the phone rang again.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily.
"Ten after three. Go to sleep." he grabbed his phone.
"I thought you weren't on call."
"I'm not." he checked the call display. "Danny." he said.
"Must be important." she yawned.
Flack pressed talk. "Messer? What kind of shit do I have to bail you out of this time?"
"You in bed?" Danny asked.
"Its three in the morning." Flack replied.
"Just figured with us going on nights you might still be up. Where's Sam?"
"She's sleeping."
"Beside you? In the same bed?"
"Danny... what do you want?"
"Just wanted to talk." he replied.
"At three in the morning? It can't wait until later? What the hell is so important you have to call me at three in the morning?"
"Couldn't sleep."
"Count fucking sheep! Hope you didn't call here looking for phone sex 'cause I'm too busy getting the real thing."
"She can share."
"Something tells me that Sam does not share well with others." Flack said.
"No sharing." she said beside him. "And tell Danny if he wants that kind of thing to come over here and we'll all have fun."
"You're disturbed." Flack told her. "Go to sleep. This better be good Danny."
"Met a girl tonight."
"Good for you. Goodbye."
"Flack! Wait!"
"Danny...I need sleep."
"Sleep all day tomorrow." Danny said and told him all about Erica. Finishing off that she was Sam's cousin.
"I'll pass that on." Flack said. "Can I hang up now?"
"Lindsay's here."
"What do you mean Lindsay's there?"
Sam's head popped up from under the covers. "She's where?"
"I got home and she was sitting in front of my door." Danny explained. "Bawling and carrying on about how no one likes her. She'd been there for hours waiting for me and I couldn't turn her away."
"Why not?" Flack asked.
"I'm not like you." Danny replied.
Flack decided to let that comment go. "Please tell me you didn't..."
"No. She's in the bed. I'm on the couch."
"Ask him if he wants me to come over and kick her ass." Sam commented.
"Would you go to sleep?" Flack said and pulled the cover over her head. "Kick her ass out, Messer."
"I can't."
"Well then I'll come over and do it for you."
"How do I get rid of her Flack?"
"You go in there and drag her ass out of bed and toss her out the door."
Danny sighed.
"Look, as much as I'd love to stay up and chat all night, I'm beat." Flack said. "Now that she's done abusing me and using me she's letting me take it easy."
Sam giggled under the sheets.
"You're a lucky bastard, Flack." Danny declared.
Flack picked up the corner of the sheet and peered under neath. "Yeah..." he agreed, smiling at her. "I'm pretty lucky."
She smiled sleepily up at him.
"Didn't mean to interrupt your hot kinky sex." Danny said.
"You didn't. You caught the aftermath."
"Whatever, Flack. Fuck you. See ya." Danny hung up.
"What was that all about?" Sam yawned, squirming out from under the covers.
"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow." he told her, tossing his phone back onto the night stand. "Get some sleep, baby." he kissed her and lay down on his side, facing her with his hand on her back.
"Don't forget to make me breakfast." she said.
"We're on nights. What if we don't get up until the afternoon?"
"I still have to eat." she reasoned.
"I will make you breakfast." he promised her. "I love you." he said. No three words had ever sounded so good. Or felt so good.
"I love you more." she said with a little giggle.
He kissed her and held her until she fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.
His life and his heart had never felt so full.