A/N: In an effort to clear up my profile page (it feels really cluttered), I'm going to move all of my stand-alone one shots (besides Phoenix) to this fic, including Why He Likes Birthdays. This means that the next two chapters will be smut, and that you might have read before if you've read my other fics (Sorry).
Abridged summaries:
1. My first attempt at smut ever. D/s expirimentation.
2. Klaus breaks Caroline's favorite Christmas ornaments. She's not happy. Sub!Klaus
3. Caroline gets bored at The Nutcracker.
"What do you mean no?"
"I don't know, what does 'no' usually mean, Caroline?" Klaus bit out sarcastically from the closet.
Caroline readjusted the pillow behind her head and continued sipping her blood bag, flipping through television channels. "Why not?"
"Because," Klaus repeated patiently for what must have been the twelfth time, "I don't want to. There are far better ways to spend an evening than at the doppelgänger's birthday party. She's a vampire, she's not even aging anymore."
"Just because you've had like, a million birthday parties doesn't mean we all have. This is her 21st birthday. It's a big day."
"I haven't had a million birthdays, I've had one thousand and sixty-two. And we're staying home," Klaus said, as if his decision was final. He knew that if she didn't stop asking he'd cave, as he always did, but he really didn't want to go.
"No, we're going." She insisted.
Caroline could hear the rustle of clothing through the door in the walk in closet, and in her peripheral vision, she noticed the overhead light shut off, then the rustle of footsteps. She look up at Klaus, who was buttoning up his shirt, and gazed appreciatively at his chest for a few moments before turning back to Mercedes and Rachel's sing off on Glee.
"I could always compel you to stay home with me."
Caroline snorted, "As if."
He grabbed the remote and shut off the television. She turned around and punched him none-too-lightly in the arm. "What'd you do that for?"
"So you would listen to me."
"I always listen to you."
Klaus rolled his eyes and put the remote on top of the television. Caroline might have been a vampire, but that didn't help her reach the top shelf of the entertainment system.
"Caroline, it's just a birthday party. As long as Elena Gilbert doesn't give in to her seemingly endless quest to sacrifice herself for others, she'll have many more to go."
"If we're not going, why did you put clothes on?"
Klaus grinned, "Would you rather I took them off?"
She glowered at him. "That doesn't answer my question."
"Fine, we'll go. But—" he cut off Caroline's cheer, "You have to indulge me in an activity of my choice when we get home."
She paused, eyeing him. "What kind of activity?" She asked, knowing he meant something beyond their usual "activities."
"Well love, that's what you're going to find out. Assuming you accept my offer."
If there was one thing Caroline hated, it was when someone gave you a hint to something and then didn't tell you the rest of the story. Spoilers for her favorite TV shows, people who start sentences and then say "never mind" in the middle, and witches trying to give instructions are her top three least favorite things.
And Klaus knew this. Damn him.
"Do I get veto power if I don't want to do it?" She asked.
"Nope." He replied.
She bit her lip, considering. She could always just go by herself, but honestly half the fun was watching Damon tiptoe around Klaus the entire night. It was sweet revenge and she enjoyed every single second—not that she'd admit it to anyone. And she doubted that whatever Klaus wanted to do was all that bad. He would never hurt her.
"Fine. I'll agree to whatever it is providing that it doesn't break any of my rules," she said, swinging her legs off the bed, smoothing her dress, and walking out the door of their room.
"Of course, love."
XXX
She could feel his eyes on her while she ate cake and chatted with Matt and Bonnie near the counter of the boarding house kitchen. He was on the couch next to Stafan, both of them lost in their own little broody world. When he wasn't staring at her he was glaring at Damon, who was talking to Elena and Jeremy trying to ignore Klaus' gaze.
Taking pity on him, she broke away from her conversation to sit primly down on the couch next to him and started up a conversation with Stefan. She was immediately yanked into his side, nestled comfortably against him. His arm curled around her back with his hand resting on her hip, burning her through the thin fabric of her dress. His thumb was rubbing rhythmic circles on the very top of her thigh. She tried to listen to Stefan, who was describing how his last few months were in a surly monologue—he and Rebekah were on their third "break" in four months—but she couldn't focus. Klaus' thumb was applying just the right amount of pressure.
She had a montage of stationary images go through her mind. Klaus pinning her to a wall with his knee in between her legs while he attacked her neck…Straddling Klaus on an armchair, her head thrown back, body flush against his while he cupped her ass and nibbled her chest…Looking up at him from her knees with his hand buried in her hair, her lips wrapped around his cock…
She squirmed slightly, knowing he could smell the beginnings of her arousal and saw a hint of a smile appear on his mouth while Stefan talked about his solo trip to Iowa. Stupid dream insertion. She didn't know he could do that while she was awake.
He shifted slightly, and to anyone else it would have looked like he was simply readjusting his arm, but Caroline felt his hot breath on her ear as he whispered, "Say goodbye to your friends Caroline."
She rolled her eyes. Only he could make the request to go home sound like a very serious death threat. She guided her conversation with Stefan to a clean breaking point, not surprised that he was so oblivious, and then said her goodbyes. She was careful not to get to close to Damon, knowing he would pick up the scent of the wetness between her legs, but since Klaus was with her he wouldn't come within 10 feet of her anyway.
She slammed the passenger door of Klaus' SUV and needlessly buckled her seatbelt, glaring at him. "Why did you do that? We didn't even get to stay two hours," she complained. He just smirked while he drove them home listening to her rant. They pulled into the driveway of the Mikaelson mansion and she followed him up to their room, still going strong, her hands flying as she tried to communicate her annoyance to him.
The second the door closed behind she was pulled against him and he held her in his arms. "Caroline," he started in what she liked to call his 'New Orleans Voice' (the one he used when ordering people around when he wanted there to be no objections, the one that he had never used on her), "As per our deal, you are going to comply with my wishes tonight, correct?"
It really wasn't a question, but she nodded slowly to show that she understood. He kissed the top of her head and then let go. He walked over to the window on the side of the bedroom, looking out. "In the time period I was born and for some time after that," he began, still staring through the window, "women were property."
Suddenly, Caroline was not so sure that taking the deal had been a good idea.
"Occasionally," he continued, "especially the first few times I spoke to you, the wolf inside me longed for those days. I like your fire. Your fight. I wanted to possess you."
He turned around and cocked his head to the side slightly. "Sometimes, especially when you undermine my authority in public, I find myself wishing that I not only possessed you, but controlledyou." She knew he was speaking of the time a few weeks ago when she had told him point blank in front of four hybrids that he couldn't torture someone because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They had a brief staring contest before she stormed off, but she found out later that he had let the poor kid go.
She also knew that he had probably been planning this from the second she opened her mouth to argue about it.
"You can't compel me. You promised." She said. It was one of her rules. Her three rules were very simple: He was not allowed to compel her. He was not allowed to bring up Tyler or any of her other exes unless it directly related to whatever they were doing or talking about. He was not allowed to blackmail her in any way.
He smirked. "I would never compel you, Caroline. You are going to do this for me of your own free will."
"You said I couldn't veto it." She pointed out.
He rolled his eyes. "Caroline, you know perfectly well that you could probably 'veto' my wish to make hybrids if you stood your ground long enough."
Caroline smirked. She had asked him (ordered him politely) to unsire his hybrids, which he did (practically pouting the entire time).
"So," he said, returning to his New Orleans Voice, "You will comply with my orders tonight, with no questions. Do you understand?"
She nodded hesitantly. She trusted him, but that didn't mean that she wasn't apprehensive. His face softened, and he walked over to cup her face. "Caroline, I will never make you do anything you don't want to do. Do you understand?"
"Yeah." She said softly.
"Good." He let go of her face. "Undress."
Caroline pulled her hair up and turned around. "No. I won't unzip it. Take it off yourself."
She turned around and raised an eyebrow at him, but he just sunk down to lounge on the loveseat in the corner and watched her, smirking. She silently mourned upcoming loss of the dress and then ripped it down the front, dropping it on the floor. She unclasped her bra and shrugged it off, stepped out of her heels and bent double to slide her thong down her legs, so he could admire the curve of her ass.
She stood up and petulantly crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Down." He said, pointing at the floor.
"What?" she said, incredulously, "I'm not a dog."
He raised his eyebrows. "No talking. Kneel. Now."
She sank down on her knees, glaring at him.
"Come here." He was enjoying this way too much. He was staring at her hungrily, waiting for her. It made her feel special, wanted. She was getting wet again.
She added a little extra sway to her hips as she crawled towards him and realized that his gaze made her feel…powerful. She stopped in front of him, looking up through her eyelashes.
"Help me with my trousers, sweetheart."
This wasn't, she thought, any different really from any other time she undressed him, except that he was directing it. She tossed his pants a few feet away and turned back to him. She reached for his boxers, knowing where they were headed, but he slapped her hand away. "Did I tell you that you could touch?"
She shook her head, trying to look apologetic (and knowing that she was failing miserably). He threaded his fingers through her hair and brought her face to the bulge in his boxers. "This, love, is about control," he said as he pulled his cock out of his boxers with his left hand and guiding her mouth towards it, "Yes, open your mouth. Good girl. You," he continued, "are mine. Your mouth ismine."
He tugged on her hair to enforce his point, and she gagged slightly. She felt the familiar ache between her thighs becoming more insistent. He must have caught the scent because he smiled, "Do you like that, Caroline? Do you like being mine?"
Yes, she definitely did. She wrapped a hand around him establishing a rhythm in sync with her mouth. He groaned, gripping her hair more tightly and pushing his cock farther into her mouth, and she squirmed slightly, rubbing her thighs together.
"You like having my cock in your mouth, don't you Caroline? You like being on your knees at my mercy. You're getting wet from it, aren't you?"
She moaned as he thrust into her mouth. "Suck harder. Yes, sweetheart, just like that, good girl. Alright, stop now."
She sat back on her heels. She wanted to feel upset with herself for enjoying this, but she didn't. She couldn't.
"Go bend over the bed."
She did as she was asked, gripping the sheets in her fists and bracing herself on her elbows. He spread her thighs apart and slipped a finger into her. She moaned softly as he added another. "You're so wet, Caroline. You loved being on your knees in front of me, didn't you. You wanted it. You craved it," he pulled his fingers out and she moaned at the loss, "My sweet Caroline, you will not come until I give you permission. Do you understand me?"
"Yes." She half-moaned. She knew he had that infuriating smirk on his face, but she couldn't bring herself to care at the moment.
He entered her all at once, thrusting into her, making her produce the breathy sighs that he loved. He moved slowly, bringing her to the edge and then letting it slip away from her.
He held her hips in place while he fucked her, speaking in a low voice, "Do you like it when I fuck you from behind Caroline? Do you like the feel of my cock in you? Your pussy belongs to me Caroline. It is mine. I will use it however I wish. And you know that don't you? And you like it. You like belonging to me. You want me to use you whenever I want, don't you? You want me to fuck you how I please, to spread your legs for me whenever I wish you to. My slutty little Caroline. You're making the most delicious sounds for me. You love having your face pressed into the sheets while I fuck you, don't you my little slut? Mine."
He drove into her harder, her breathy little sighs and moans almost overpowering his control. "You do want to come for me, don't you, little slut?"
Caroline braced herself on her elbows, "Yes. Please, Klaus."
"You want to come?"
"Yes."
"How much do you want to come, sweet Caroline?"
"I want to so badly. Please, Klaus. Please."
"What are you, Caroline?"
She would say anything he wanted to hear at this point. She wanted—needed—her release. "I'm yours, Klaus. I'm yours."
"You're my what?"
"I'm your slut." She gasped out.
"Oh, really?"
"For fuck's sake, Klaus, seriously?" Caroline ground out between her teeth.
He tsk'd. "Language, Caroline."
"Fine. Yes, really. I'm yours, I'll do anything, really, just please for fuck's sake let me come."
"Good girl," he said, gripping her hips and pounding into her. Her moans were the most beautiful sound he had heard in his life. "Come for me, sweet Caroline."
And she did.
Based on the prompt "Two Turtle Doves" for Klaroline smutmas 2014
She smirked when she saw him, kneeling naked at the foot of the bed, his hands behind his back, his eyes lowered. She advanced on him slowly, predatorily, watching him stiffen as he felt her approach.
"Niklaus," she said softly, the corners of her lips tipping upwards at the shiver that wracked through his body (though he couldn't see her face, of course), "Do you know why I am upset with you?"
He nodded silently, his gaze still lowered.
"Why am I upset with you?" She asked, the sweet softness of her voice not quite hiding her annoyance.
"Because I shattered your favorite Christmas ornaments," he said quietly.
She could tell that he was trying desperately to sound remorseful, but couldn't quite manage it.
"Yes," she agreed, "You did."
"I'm sorry."
She made a tutting sound and circled him, her heels hitting the floor with satisfying clicks as she paced. "Not the time for apologies," she said, running a single finger lightly down his spine.
He twitched. She smirked.
She had figured out long ago that one of the reasons Klaus had hybrids was to have somewhere to belong, but more recently she had noticed that he wanted to betaken care of, to have someone to belong to, and she was perfectly happy to indulge that wish.
There was a certain power trip that came with him answering to her—obeying her—that nothing else would ever be able to provide. She had always been bossy and controlling, wanting everything to turn out just the way she wanted it, but nothing gave her the neurotic-control-freak-on-crack rush like Niklaus Mikaelson, the all-powerful hybrid king, at her feet apologizing for smashing her favorite turtle dove Christmas ornaments during one of his tantrums.
And oh, would he apologize…
"You let your temper get the better of you again, Niklaus, and that resulted in you destroying my possessions. That is unacceptable behavior."
He opened his mouth, and then seemed to think better of whatever he was about to say and closed it again.
"I think that a punishment is in order," she said quietly, walking away from him and settling herself on the edge of their bed, "Don't you think?"
"Yes, Mistress."
A stab of arousal found it's way to her core at hearing the title, making her cross her legs tightly. She could tell he smelt it though, if the light hitch in his breath had been anything to go by.
"You may not come unless I order it, you may not touch yourself for a week, and you may not drink from me."
He nodded frantically, apparently realizing that she was going easy on him. It was coming up on Christmas, and she wasn't going to deny them both fantastic Christmas sex in a week and a half.
Not that she was usually hard on him, per se. She never hurt him physically—Mikael had done enough of that during his childhood, and frankly she probably wouldn't have felt comfortable with it regardless of whether his childhood trauma had existed or not—and she was almost positive that part of the thrill for him was knowing that he could stop submitting at any time. Unlike before, when he had no way out, he had control over his own submission.
She uncrossed her legs, but kept them pressed together. "Come here, Niklaus."
He immediately crawled towards her, kneeling at her feet, his head rested against her outer thigh as she ran a hand through his sandy curls, his eyes darkened as he smelled her arousal more potently.
"How long were you waiting for me?" She asked.
"Since you contacted me this afternoon," he said.
"Since four o'clock?" She asked, slightly surprised.
He'd been kneeling in the room waiting for her for three hours. He had clearly known that he was in trouble, and had been willing to take the consequences, most likely knowing that he'd be rewarded for following her instructions perfectly, at the very least.
"I'm very pleased that you listened."
He made a sound of contentment as her fingers ran through his curls more pleasurably, just the way she knew that he liked it. She parted her thighs slightly, allowing the scent of her to reach his nose more easily.
"I can tell that you are sorry."
"Yes, Mistress. I didn't mean to disappoint you. I let my temper get the better of me, and I apologize."
She smiled at his apology, changing the subject completely. "You look like you want to taste me, Niklaus."
Oh, he did. She could see it in the way his eyes shifted to the hem of her dress every few seconds, the way his tongue darted out, wetting his lips.
"Yes, Mistress," he said, almost sounding reproachful.
There was one thing that he hated about his preferences, that, to his shame, turned him on beyond belief, and she intended to take full advantage of it. And judging by the heat rushing to his cheeks—she still took pride that she could make him blush—he knew what she was about to do, she was sure. She smirked. "How much do you want to taste me?"
"Very much so, Mistress."
She made a hmming sound, her hand still running lightly through his hair. "Is that so?"
He nodded.
"Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll let you."
"May I taste you?"
She gave him a disbelieving look. "You can do better than that, Niklaus. I'm almost insulted that you'd think that I'd give in for that."
"May I please taste you?" He asked, giving her the full-on puppy eyes, clearly hoping that she wouldn't go farther.
She just crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Beg."
His eyes darkened even more, his breaths shortening almost to pants. She knew that he hated himself right now. Hated what that single order did to him, that he was being forced to beg for something he dearly wanted, and that it made his cock harden even more.
"Please?" He asked, his voice raspy and low.
She pressed her lips together, not impressed by his display in the slightest.
"Please, Mistress, let me pleasure you with my tongue."
She made a show of considering it. "You can do better. Beg."
He swallowed.
"Please, I want to taste you, I want to lick your pussy and make you come on my tongue. I understand that I do not deserve it after my behavior this morning, but I wish to pleasure you. Please, allow me."
She bit her lip at the look in his eyes. She had always been a pushover as soon as he stated that he didn't deserve her. He knew it too, so he didn't often say it. He saved the words for situations like this, where he was horribly turned on and just needed release.
"I am still disappointed in you for your behavior this morning, but you were good and followed my orders this afternoon," she said, as though considering it out loud, "I suppose I'll allow it."
She pulled the hem of her dress up and yanked it over her head, throwing it on the floor, and spread her legs more fully. Within an instant, his tongue was lapping at her already wet folds, stroking her expertly, circling around her clit every few seconds, and making her moan.
Her fingers were already tangled roughly in his hair, holding his face firmly against her center, writhing as he pleasured her. It wasn't long before she came, her juices dripping down his lips and chin and she rode out her orgasm, grinding her pussy against his tongue. She let go of his hair, her breasts heaving from her harsh breaths, pushing him away lightly. He left a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh, and she smiled widely at him.
His cock was still completely erect and throbbing, precum leaking from the tip. She flicked her gaze down to it and he gave her a hopeful smile. She sighed and shook her head, kicking her heels off and swinging her legs onto the bed and patting the space beside her.
He picked himself up from the floor and settled next to her, and she could practically see his smirk in her minds eye as she snuggled into him, her back against his front, and felt rather pleased with herself as she felt the almost unintentional thrust of his cock against the curve of her ass.
"No, Niklaus," she reprimanded, while at the same time pressing her ass more tightly against him, purposefully tempting him to continue. He buried his nose in her neck, breathing harshly.
They laid there in relative silence outside of their gradually calming breathing, until he broke it a few minutes later.
"I really am sorry, Caroline."
"I know," she said quietly, happy to fall into their normal out-of-play relationship, "But I'm still kind of upset."
She felt him shift behind her, and then realized why when he pulled the blankets over them. "I love you," she said quietly, snuggling more firmly against him, now that she knew he had calmed down and would be less uncomfortable if she did so.
"Love you too," he mumbled.
XXX
When she opened her eyes in the morning, she immediately noticed the absence of warmth from Klaus's side of the bed. Yawning, she plucked his pillow over and buried her face in it, needing to feel closer to him, immediately jerking back when her nose came into contact with a hard velvet case.
Sighing in annoyance at his choice of gift locations—why couldn't he use the bedside table like a normal person?—she picked up the box and tugged at the ribbon that was wrapped around it, untying it. She cracked open the case to find two intricately carved white turtle dove ornaments hanging from pieces of delicate mint green ribbon, identical to the ones that Klaus had so thoughtlessly thrown against the wall the day before.
She smiled softly to herself, gently closing the case and setting it on the bedside table, and strained her ears to find him. She heard the door of the fridge open and close and smirked to herself. Counter sex seemed like a perfectly reasonable thank you. Humming to herself, she grabbed her bathrobe—his minions generally seemed to come and go as they pleased—and headed down to the kitchen.
Based on the prompt "Nine Dancing Ladies" for Klaroline smutmas 2014
If you had asked Caroline Forbes three hours ago whether dancing could ever be boring, she would have said no.
This, of course, was before she was dragged by her well-meaning immortal hybrid lover to The Nutcracker.
She wasn't quite sure why Klaus had thought it necessary to take her, other than her (most likely correct) theory that he thought that she liked ballet. Unfortunately for him, he somehow missed the memo.
She was so not a fan.
She was totally okay with watching modern dance. She had taken a few jazz dancing classes, and didn't mind it. She even actually liked ballroom dancing.
She happened to have been Miss Mystic Falls, after all.
However, despite the fact that she was a blonde cheerleader with an abnormally high tolerance for the color pink, she was not a ballet fan.
They were in the middle of a set of balcony seats—she would have been impressed with the location had she not been absolutely certain that he had compelled the tickets—and the area around them was very poorly lit. She shot Klaus a sideways look (thank you vampire vision) and nearly laughed out loud when she saw that he was fast asleep. Clearly she was not the only person who was bored out of their mind.
Unfortunately for Klaus, a bored Caroline was a mischievous Caroline. She hated being bored, and Klaus was the perfect target for her to take her boredom out on, as it was completely his fault that she was in this situation in the first place.
She took stock of her surroundings. There was a large group of old ladies a few rows below them, and there were a few couples scattered around near them as well. None of them were paying the least bit of attention to anything besides the dancers on stage, and for that she was grateful.
Quietly, so as not to attract the attention of the rest of the theatregoers, she slipped out of her chair and sunk down onto her knees, thankful that the theatre had balcony seats with lots of legroom, she glanced up at Klaus to make sure that he was still sleeping and grinned to herself.
She pulled the neckline of her dress down slightly and readjusted her bra so that her breasts were very prominently displayed, before running her hand lightly over the crotch of his slacks, smirking slightly when he immediately twitched and opened an eye, looking panicked for a moment when he realized that she wasn't sitting next to him. His eyes found her quickly and he looked relieved for a moment to see her unharmed before raising an eyebrow at her position. She gave him an innocent look before delicately running a finger up his groin to the button of his slacks, nimbly undoing it, and purposefully licking her lips as she pulled down his fly and palmed his now half-hard cock through his boxers.
His eyes fluttered shut for a moment before he opened them and gave her a sort-of amusedly exasperated look and tugged one of her curls lightly, apparently trying to get her to get back into her seat.
She shook her head, a smile forming on her face as she carefully tugged down the waistband of his boxers, taking his erection in her hand and squeezing it slightly, smirking when she saw him grit his teeth and shake his head at her.
"Love, we're in the middle of a crowded theatre," he hissed, so quietly that if she hadn't had supernatural hearing she wouldn't have heard.
"Don't tell me you've never had public sex before?" She asked, her eyes sparkling, still lightly stroking him.
She sat up more fully on her knees, giving him an excellent view down her dress, and stroked him a few more times before running her tongue slowly around the head of his cock. Watching him take deep breaths trying to keep himself from showing any response was the best part of it, she decided, as she swirled her tongue once more around the tip before wrapping her lips around him completely, stroking the base of him with her palm.
His breath hitched slightly, and he tugged on a lock of her hair a bit more insistently, but she ignored him and took him in deeper into her mouth, sucking lightly, before removing her lips from him completely. He looked relieved for a moment at her apparent cooperation before she gave him a wicked smile and gave him a long hard lick. He let out a strangled groan, causing a woman sitting with her companion a few rows up to shoot him a disgusted look.
Caroline took advantage of his distraction to wrap her lips around him completely and suck hard, taking him in deeply enough that her lips nearly touched the base. He seemed to abandon all restraint and his fingers dug into her hair, cradling her head gently but firmly to keep her lips on him. She moaned around his cock as quietly as she could, and he squeezed his eyes shut before thrusting into her mouth, causing her to gag slightly.
She knew he liked that.
His fingers wound into her hair even more tightly and she continued to stroke him, her hand working in perfect sync with her mouth. The music started to wind down slowly, and when she noticed she withdrew, his grip on her hair softening to allow it, and she released his cock from her lips, giving him a final lick before tucking his still rock-hard length back into his boxers and buttoning his pants. She smoothed her dress over her thighs and was settled back into her seat by the time the lights came up for intermission.
"Thanks so much for bringing me. Are you enjoying it?" She asked cheekily, grinning unrepentantly at his glare. "I'm going to buy a cookie though, I think. I'll be back in a minute."
She stood up and brushed past him, giving his cock a quick squeeze through his pants as she went, smiling to herself at his strangled groan. She hadn't gotten more than a few steps past him when she felt herself being pulled into his arms and rushed outside, her body soon pressed against the side of the large brick building.
He attacked her neck with his lips and tongue, causing her to shudder and wind her fists into the fabric of his shirt. His hands brushed down her sides before sneaking under the hem of her dress, hiking it up around her waist, ripping off her thong, and then cupping her ass. He gave her a bruising kiss while he unbuttoned his slacks and stroked himself a few times before entering her with one thrust, pulling her legs to wrap around him.
He slammed into her, muttering in her ear all the things that he wanted to do to her, how the simple sight of her lips around his cock had made him want to fuck her pretty little mouth hard enough to make her gag and splutter; how he had wanted to grab her hips and pull her down onto him so that she could ride him in the middle of the theatre, her legs constrained against the armrests of the seats; how he'd wanted to kneel down in front of her, pull up her dress and bury his head between her thighs, making her come on his lips over and over.
She groaned and threw her head back so that it hit the brick wall of the theater, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist for support as he buried himself into her, the wet slap of skin against skin practically echoing through the silent side-alley he had taken her to.
She was moaning so loudly that she was sure that the entire audience in the theatre could hear, but she didn't care. She was so wrapped up in him filling her tight, wet heat, so focused on his thick cock slamming into her, loving the quiet groans he let out, his hot breath landing on her ear, that she couldn't bring herself to care.
He reached in between them and rubbed her clit as he fucked her, causing her to moan even more loudly as she tightened her legs around him. She could feel her orgasm building inside her, the insistent pressure in her abdomen so close to snapping as he hit that spot right there that she couldn't even form a coherent thought. All she wanted was for him to keep thrusting into her for as long as it took for that pressure to give in.
And it did.
She almost screamed as she came around him, her moans turning into breathless pants as she rode it out, squeezing him closer to her with her legs, not at all mindful that her stilettos were probably digging into his back as he spilled inside of her.
He carefully set her down on her feet, steadying her with one hand wrapped around her waist, his other set against the wall to keep his own balance.
He kissed her once, nibbling on her lip before withdrawing. "Would you like to go back in?" He asked, looking at the entrance to the theatre, which was sparkling with holiday lights.
"Nope," she said decisively, "I want to go home."
He nodded and smoothed the wrinkles of her dress around her hips, smirking.
"Oh, stop looking so pleased with yourself," she mumbled, poking him in the chest and rubbing her thighs together to try to stop his come from dribbling down the insides of her legs.
"Never," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her towards the car.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Review please, and let me know how I'm doing. I know I don't respond to reviews for this fic unless someone has a question (this is the only fic where I don't do it), but know that I do appreciate all of you who take time to leave them!
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-Angie