A/N: Hey all! I've finally come to my fourth country of residence and I'm ready to get back into the fanfic game. You can't imagine how much I missed you guys. Here's the next in the Tango series. I can't seem to focus on anything else! Word props to celticgina.
Refusal
So it began. Wayne and Grace were in love. Utterly and completely and with no understanding of how it happened. Their shock in discovering it quickly eroded in favor of discovering every tiny detail about each other.
Grace was an apt pupil. Never having loved before, and never having made love before, she proved dauntless in her rapt exploration of Rigsby. Every thought in his head. Every inch of his body. She committed them to memory and reveled in her newfound knowledge.
They skipped the meals. They skipped the awkward small talk. They skipped the clothes. Their relationship drove them straight into bed at every encounter. Even if all they wanted to do was talk, they did it naked, twisted around each other and whispering in the dark. Everything else felt like pretense. Their need for each other was simply too great. All of their needs were too great.
She was sweetly killing him with her sexual appetite. Their first time had ignited something in her, long dormant, that burned so hot and so constant that she needed him several times a day just to extinguish it, if only for a few hours.
She'd find him after class. She'd find him in his tiny research office. She'd even find him as he was looking for her. Sometimes they'd make it to his place. Other times they fell short and into his SUV. Never had he been so happy that he'd sprung for tinted windows. He'd gently lay her out, remove every stitch of their clothing, and caress her throbbing, trembling body until she broke for him, usually just seconds before he broke as well. She came for the first time against his mouth in that car. She swallowed her insecurity at her first time and just trusted herself to him, knowing he would take care of her. He gently sucked her clit and massaged her outer folds with three fingers while she twisted and cried out in bliss. Just as she began to crest, Rigsby couldn't help himself. He slid his index finger inside of her as she came. Her tight, almost virginal pussy gripped his digit in desperation as her body gave in to him. Grace pulsed hotly with her initial climax, only to sob as she felt his gentle entry deep into her core. She felt his curiosity and his lust, wanting to connect to her in the most intimate way as she came just for him. His tenderness, his generosity, increased her orgasm tenfold and she shattered like fine crystal under his touch. After that, she pleaded for oral sex just as ardently as she did everything else.
There was no point in fighting it. Rigsby had already learned.
After their first time, Rigsby tried like hell to hold himself back. He still felt on some level that it was his duty as the man and the older, more sexually experienced of the two to try and date like normal people. He tried taking her out to eat. As they were about to head out to a restaurant, Grace leaned over to kiss him gently before he started the car and they ended up making out for hours in his driveway. Dinner never happened.
He tried playing a DVD while they sat on his sofa. Grace, eyes wide with excitement, took the opportunity to gently run her fingers up and down his arms and chest and thighs. She hadn't meant anything sexual at the time, she just found him so viscerally fascinating that the movie won second place to the many textures of the man next to her. The opening credits hadn't even finished before they were naked, Grace riding his lap while Rigsby sucked her nipples hungrily. She gripped the sofa's back, arching and sobbing as the new position filled her with new, wondrous sensations as she once again took control.
It was the one thing he insisted on. Grace was inexperienced and he wanted her to remain on top. Not only could she slowly accustom herself to sex as a pleasurable act, but it saved Rigsby from the temptation of losing control. The positions she asked for, begged for, he had to refuse until he was sure she was able to take him without discomfort or fear. The image of her biting her lip in pain, or of her whimpering while he drove heedlessly inside of her, kept him immovable on the subject. She would argue that they'd already made love a dozen times. He counter-argued that it was in the space of three days. She stayed on top. End of discussion.
Until the night she came over to study for midterm exams.
They both had them, and their relationship had bitten hard into their study habits. She showed up right on time. He opened the door and his jaw hit the floor.
"Hey," she smiled as she gave her customary greeting. She had her books pressed modestly into her chest. That was where her modesty ended. She was wearing a trench coat. An honest to God trench coat, ending at mid-thigh. Bare mid-thigh. She wore simple black high heels, which alone were quite fetching, but coupled with bare legs and the coat spelled sexy fucking cocktease. Her hair framed her face as she gazed at him innocently.
Rigsby asked again silently who the hell this girl was who'd entered his life and promptly torn it to pieces. Clearly, whatever Grace wanted tonight, Rigsby had no doubt she'd have it. All of it. His previous refusals would be ripped to shreds. And she hadn't even asked for anything yet. He wheezed out some lame hello in return. She walked in, her heels clicking on his entryway, before turning to him and smiling sweetly.
"Mind if we study in your room? It's easier to spread everything out."
Evil, evil temptress.
Rigsby groaned and pulled her in his arms, tossing her books aside and running his hands over her sleek coat as he kissed her deeply.
"Tell me you're not naked under this thing," he begged as he pawed at her.
"Irrelevant," she informed him loftily. "We're here to work. Right?" Her eyes sparked, daring him to make the evening about sex and he grinned at her glorious, playful disposition that only he got to see.
He nodded. "Right. Lots of stuff to get done, here. Go on back, I'll be there in a minute."
She gave him a saucy look before sashaying back to his room, picking up her books where he'd dropped them on the table. Her outrageously sexy legs winked at him as they went. He pulled a deep breath through his teeth and went to the kitchen, pulling out two beers (she was a beer girl). Glancing furtively down the hallway to make sure she couldn't see him, he quickly lifted his t-shirt and held one of the icy bottles to his lower abdomen. The freezing cold made him hiss as his blood chilled instantly and took his hard-on down considerably. He couldn't risk her seeing him sporting one. If she did, she might start begging to down on him again, another treat he hadn't allowed himself in the last three days of their sex fest. Another thing he wasn't sure he could control once she wrapped her lips around him and sucked him until he lost it and wrestled her to the ground, fucking her mouth like a ruthless bastard.
He completely trusted his love and his concern for her safety. He trusted his reflexes about as much as he'd trust a strung-out crackhead. Way too unpredictable. Way too addicted to be considered safe.
When he got a handle on himself, he removed the bottle from his cold skin and walked back to his bedroom. She'd closed the door halfway. He pushed at it without thinking and gazed into the space.
What the….?
"Mother of God," he groaned harshly, the unopened bottles falling forgotten onto the floor. "Grace, baby, what are you doing?"
She was reading on his bed. She was facing away from him. She was naked. She was on all fours. Her books were spread out in front of her. Her perfect, irresistible ass was spread out in front of him. Her face was bent over her reading material, examining them closely, while her body screamed for a hard, pounding fuck from behind.
Another position she had asked for. The biggest one that he would not allow himself to indulge. Too dangerous. Too…much…oh, god…she really needed to stop that.
"I'm studying," she informed him. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a Fuck Me bat with her lashes. "That's what I'm here for. Right?"
"Mean girl," he hissed lovingly at her. "What the hell am I supposed to do with you?"
His brain was starting to shut down. Major power outage. Please try again later. Rigsby fought madly to keep his prior objections firmly in his thoughts, but the lights were flickering behind his eyes. His thought process was losing out. Badly. Worst of all, the power was being rerouted somewhere else. Somewhere...lower and...Jesus Christ, she looked so damn lickable.
She raised her pencil to her lips and tapped them in thought. She could have been any Penthouse foldout, looking so studious while she silently dared him with her body. "Well, you could either come over here and study with me," she turned her eyes to him and he knew Option B was the only real choice. "Or you can come over here and teach me something I don't know."
All remaining power shot straight to his groin.
Rigsby lunged.
Grace gasped and shrieked happily as her dangerously turned on boyfriend grabbed her hips from behind and thrust his jean-covered hips hard into her ass. He hissed wildly, the procautions taken with the beer bottle totally obliterated, as he pistoned against her while fully clothed. His fingers sank into her soft flesh as he yanked her against him hard, groaning as his jeans rubbed both of them in all the right ways. Grace shook violently at the position's bestial element. Suddenly she had zero control. She had offered herself and now she was being taken. There would be no setting the pace, no power over depth or speed. Nothing. She wasn't going to fuck him. She was going to get fucked. Her eyes fluttered shut and she arched her back in delicious anticipation.
"Yessss," she moaned pleadingly.
Rigsby felt her eager surrender to his rough foreplay and swore loudly. "What the fuck," he growled angrily as he continued to grind her, "am I supposed to do with you?" He tugged her upright so that they stood on their knees together, the matress bowing slightly under their weight. He held her tightly against him her back to his chest, running his hands over her breasts as he hissed in her ear. "You spread yourself like this for me and expect me to keep my shit together?"
Grace threw her arms backward around his neck, rotating her ass against his bulge in frantic invitation. "No," she whispered, arching into his hands as he pinched her nipples. "I want you to lose it. I want you to lose your mind for me. I want you to want me so bad that you don't even undress." He was dry fucking her in earnest now as she leaned into his drives. "I want you to just open your fly and plunge into me. Let me feel how crazy I make you. You've let me go crazy so many times." She gazed at him over her shoulder. "It's your turn."
He rubbed his forehead against hers. "This positition is uncomfortable for a lot of women, Grace. Especially if I push hard." He fought the images she'd dumped into his head as he continued to hold her against him. "I've never made a woman come this way."
She hummed with pleasure at his concern. "Just thinking about making love to you this way nearly makes me come," she admitted softly. "Please try with me. We can start slow. I promise I'll tell you if it hurts."
He nodded and wordlessly reached between their bodies and unsnapped his jeans. "I don't want to undress," he rumbled darkly against her cheek. "There's no time. I just want to rip my dick out and fuck you until I explode." He lowered his jeans and boxers and his erection sprang free as he groaned with relief. "It scares me how hard I want you, baby."
Grace swallowed as the savage she unleash prodded impatiently between her thighs and growled wonderfully frightening things into her ear.
"Bend over," he ordered. "And by god, Grace, if this hurts you, you tell me immediately or I'll..." he rasped and bucked against her as the thought of her in pain made him furious. "Just tell me."
Slowly, she resumed her position on all fours. She heard him grumble something like, "Fucking perfect," as he gripped his cock and rubbed it firmly between her folds, coating himself. She moaned softly. He was the most lust-inducing man she'd ever known in her life. She braced herself, never imagining for one second that he could possibly hurt her.
Grace gasped as he entered her slowly. He instantly stilled. "No," whimpered quickly. "I'm fine. Keep going."
He growled in delighted frustration and continued to push forward at a torturously slow pace.
She finally understood why Wayne had been so hesitant about this position. As he slowly invaded her hot depths, her small, feminine channel worked hard to accomodate his thick, masculine presence. It didn't hurt. Not at all. But she was hyper-aware of him as her body stretched and sheathed him so tightly.
When he bottomed out inside of her, Wayne exhaled through his teeth and groaned. "I'm not strong enough to do this."
He refused to move, too terrified at the blinding pleasure coursing through him. It beckoned him. Promised him so much more. He only had to push. And keep pushing. Harder and harder until she blew his brains out simply by letting him have her in this primal way.
"You are," she disagreed breathlessly, thrilled as her body adjusted to him. "Talk to me," she pleaded. "Tell me everything you're thinking."
She gave him a soft little sigh as he pulled out gently and thrust back in experimentally. And slowly. So, so slowly. She couldn't see him, but she could feel his restraint as it took a serious beating. His hips were stiff. His breathing was tight and labored. She moaned again, letting him hear her pleasure.
"Fine," he gritted out. "I love that you're almost a virgin, Grace."
She continued to coo happily for him as he built a lazy rhythm that made her question why he ever wanted to avoid this position. The slide of his cock, and the depths he could reach inside her, coupled with her helplessness and inability to watch him, drove her wild with need.
"I love that you're so tight. Almost too tight. And it's because you're not used to men." He continued to stroke carefully, his moans betraying his agony as he fought to stay calm.
"I love that I'm taking you like this. That I'm buried so deep in you that your sweet little ass is locked to my hips."
Grace nodded frantically. She too loved how his body sank completely into her, riveting their hips together and filling her with his throbbing need. She gasped when he tugged her hips in response. He was getting more excited. She wasn't in pain and that fact was chipping away at his self-control.
"I'm not your first, but dammit, baby, I'm the first that's ever made you feel good," he rumbled proudly. "And I'm the first...and the last...to feel your hot little pussy this way."
"Waaayne," she groaned low and hungrily. "I need you harder. It's too good...I need..." She broke off and cried out as he pulled out almost completely, only to begin a quick succession of thrusts at a more shallow depth. Grace shrieked with pleasure at the pace and frustration at the tease. She shoved herself backwards, trying to embed him more fully inside her. "More," she demanded impatiently. "Harder."
"I can't!" he nearly shouted at her. She had no idea what she was asking for. She needed to stop pleading for that scary shit and just let him concentrate. "Be good," he smacked her ass gently. "Let me do this right or we stop right now."
She nearly screamed in frustration as his thick length massaged her outer folds and entrance with wonderful, stiff strokes and nowhere near enough pressure.
"Uuuugh!" she cried angrily. "Stop. Now."
He withdrew instantly, terrified that he'd hurt her. She took that moment to roll and flip to her back, her legs spread wide on either side of him as he stood on his knees. Shoving her books to the floor with one arm, she arched her back and shamelessly called for him.
"You love me, right?" she asked as her legs wrapped around his thighs and tugged.
He fought to stay upright, speechless at her sudden move, but nodded mutely.
"You respect me?" she pulled harder. He lost his balance and fell forward, his hands catching his weight on either side of her, his warm, heavy hips slotting perfectly against hers. He groaned at the contact.
"Yes. So much," he answered, his wide eyes boring down into hers.
She ripped his t-shirt over his head while her legs pushed at his jeans until he finally kicked them off. She locked him into her arms and legs. "Then take me how I want you to. Slide inside of me and move, baby." She smiled fiendishly. "Fuck me, Wayne. Like I know you want to."
His anxiety wisely stepped aside and instinct took him over. He pulled back just enough to reposition and plunge into her eager pussy. Grace clutched his shoulders and sobbed with relief as Rigsby nearly howled with bliss.
"YES!" Grace called out as her lover hammered hard and fast between her thighs. "Just like that! Oh, God, WAYNE!"
Wayne had been wrong. Grace wasn't nearly a virgin. Not if this was sex. Pinned under this formidable man, accepting the forceful, dizzying thrusts of his body, Grace experienced a pleasure unlike any she'd ever dreamed of. She was a complete virgin if this was sex. They moaned together as Rigsby's superior strength and better leverage took them to such intense heights that Grace feared she'd pass out before she got to watch him come. Her eyes shot wide against the thought. She let loose every thought in her head just to make sure she stayed with him.
"I love that I'm almost a virgin," she whispered as peppered kisses down his throat and chest. "I never wanted this before. Not until you. I'm tight for you. I'm wet for you." He roared with pleasure and she arched into his masculine pride and purred. "I only ever want you."
"That's right," he hissed, pumping harder and harder with each word she spoke. "Me. Only me. You belong just to me. You come only for me."
"And you for me," she slid her knees up his ribs, letting him slide even deeper. He shouted her name and agreed. "Yes. Yours. Only yours."
Her entire being constricted as Grace came harder than she ever had in her life. Her nails scored his back as she screamed out her orgasm, locking him deep in her body and crushing his cock with an astonishing grip.
Rigsby arched violently and bellowed her name as she strangled his released from him with the most painful joy he'd ever experienced. Light exploded in his eyes, black spots dancing in its wake as he shook uncontrollably in her arms.
"Baby," he choked out, wanting her voice to soothe him as he came down.
"Yes," she panted softly. "I'm okay." She reached up and petted his arms and chest, reassuring him. "Come here."
He had no refusal left in him. He collapsed on her, taking some of his weight onto his elbows, but lowering the rest into her waiting arms. Together they lay breathing heavily, not daring to speak. Grace continued to rub his lower back, having read somewhere that men enjoyed it. He responded to it, rumbling appreciatively and nuzzling her neck in post-coital tenderness.
With all of his firm authority drained, Rigsby asked quietly. "Can I stay like this for awhile?"
Grace grinned with pleasure. "Yes. I don't want you to move. Ever."
He chuckled and relaxed further, letting his head drop completely next to hers. "No problem. I think you broke me."
"Hmmmmm," she purred in satisfaction. "You're a tougher cookie than that, Wayne Rigsby."
"No tough cookie," he muttered sleepily against her. "Mush. Total, gooey, Grace-loving mush."
Her smile grew as she snuggled up into him, her nose burrowing into the crook of his neck. "Then you're very tough mush."
He sighed happily and shifted his hips. She could still feel him buried deep inside her and she gave a sigh of her own. "We didn't study," she said absently.
"Your fault," he accused, not raising his head.
"I know. Still love me?"
He snorted. "Still love me? Even though I'm mush?"
"Always," she answered. Her fingers encountered her scratches on his back and she kissed his shoulder by way of apology.
"Always," he reciprocated, his shoulder muscles rippling under the salty sting of her scrapes. He hadn't even noticed when she'd given them to him.
She nodded and inhaled slowly, her chest pressing up into his. "Sleep with me?" she asked.
He slipped to her side and pulled her to him. "Always."