A/N: There can't be a return to writing Castle fanfic without writing some smut as well and since we're still in the land of angst over in Return to the Fold, I decided to add a chapter to this story for my fix instead. Enjoy!
With Alexis gone, visiting her mother for the weekend and Martha, well, being Martha, Beckett had agreed to stay at the loft with him for the entire long weekend. Their last case had been difficult and the team put in grueling hours to solve it. In return, Gates had allowed them all a three day weekend and Castle hadn't hesitated to suggest she spend it in the loft, with him.
After seeing Alexis off at the airport, the couple had returned to the loft to cook dinner. Castle claimed he had something special he wanted to make for her. She just hoped he was following an actual recipe instead of one of his 'creations'.
Of course, when they found out that Martha wouldn't be joining them for dinner, in fact, she wasn't going to be back the rest of the night, they had to take advantage of their alone time.
And that's how they ended up cooking dinner, already half naked.
Beckett had donned one of Castle's shirts, three buttons done up in the middle, which was barely long enough to cover her ass. Her legs seemed to go on for miles in comparison. Castle managed to dress himself slightly more with a pair of boxers and an undershirt. "I can't cook bacon without a shirt Beckett!" He'd insisted when she grumbled as he covered up.
Now the worked together like the true team they were, passing utensils without being asked and moving around each other with ease. Well, mostly with ease.
Kate grinned as Castle 'accidentally' bumped into her, pushing her hips against the counter and grinding his pelvis against her ass. Of course, it just so happened that she had to reach across the counter for a mixing spoon at that same moment. She didn't mean to push back against the pressure he was exerting. Really.
The sensation of his fingers gripping her hips burned through the thin material of her shirt like fire, branding her as his.
She straightened and laid her head back against her shoulder, turning her face towards his to steal a quick kiss before pulling away. His lips followed her own, he would never be able to get enough of her.
They parted reluctantly and went back to tending the food that they were supposed to be cooking. It took Castle a moment to even remember what he was trying to make.
"Uhh Kate, I think you missed a button." He stammers out the next time he sees her. He could've sworn she had buttoned more of her shirt than that, but now it was gaping open revealing her beautiful breasts and even the hint of darkening skin as her left breast peaked into a tight nipple. The points of which could be easily seen straining against the pocket of his shirt.
He couldn't help himself, he had to touch her.
Beckett didn't even have time to respond before he was on her, his hands brushing aside the curtain of her shirt to reveal her body to his hungry gaze. Her fingers reflexively tangled in his luscious dark hair when he bent and sealed his lips over the exposed nipple. His right hand sliding around her back to hold her in place while his left grasped her other breast, molding the supple flesh in his palm.
A small groan escaped her parted lips as he nipped and sucked at her darkened skin, lathing his tongue against her to sooth the heated flesh.
"Casstle" she sighs legs parting slightly as his hand makes its way from her breast, down her navel and waist towards the heat that he knows awaits him.
"What about dinner?" she questions, tugging a little harder on his hair.
"I'm having it right now" he quips back, cupping her fully and marveling in how wet she is; how she's always ready for him.
He reluctantly releases her tight nipples and straightens momentarily, just long enough to grip her behind the thighs and hoist her up onto the counter. Her hands fly to his shoulders for balance when her feet unexpectedly leave the ground.
Now her entire body burns with desire when she sees the way he looks at her. When she sees how much he wants her.
She doesn't object when he lays a hand against her chest and presses slightly, wordlessly encouraging her to lay back along the length of the counter with only her legs dangling off the end. He easily spreads her thighs and feels his length stir at the mere sight of her engorged folds. But, he ignores his own body for the time being. First, he wants, no needs, to taste her. The silky smooth skin that glistens with the evidence of her arousal calls to him. The slight musk encompasses him like the sweetest of honeys.
"Uhmm" she sighs when he swipes his tongue up the length of her slit and a deep growl of appreciation rumbles in his chest.
He licks again, parting her folds and relishing in the taste of her very essence. And then he's like a man possessed, licking and sucking at every inch of her he can reach. He clamps his lips around her clit and sucks hard, holding tight to her legs as she trembles under his ministrations. He alternates then to fucking her with his tongue, hardening it into a point and spearing it into her as far as he can reach, trying to find the source of that sweet nectar.
Beckett writhes on the counter top, but Castle holds her legs firmly, keeping her in place so that he can continue his exploration.
He tries to keep her guessing, sucking her clit here, sliding his tongue through her folds there, nipping at her thigh when she cries out in ecstasy.
His manhood hangs heavy now between his legs but he just can't get enough of eating her out, of hearing her moaning and swearing just from the power of his lips and tongue. He presses the flat of his tongue against her and flutters it, undulating on and off of her clit, pushing her close to the edge but just not enough to push her over. He wants to hear her beg, to hear her scream when he finally takes her.
He pulls away from her then, letting his warm breath wash over her sensitive pussy and keeping her spread wide with his hands but not touching her where he knows she wants it most.
"Castle!" she knows what he's doing, but she doesn't care. She just wants him to touch her, to feel fire licking through her veins when her orgasm crashes over her body. Her muscles are tight, tensed and waiting for a release. A release that he isn't yet granting.
"Mmm Kate, you're my favorite meal." He mumbles against the inside of her thigh, remembering that she's splayed out on the counter, hair flowing like a goddess from ancient times.
She mewls and strains her hips towards him desperately trying to make contact, but he maintains the smallest amount of space between them. Teasing her by pursing his lips and blowing on her overheated flesh.
"Castle please…"
"Please what Beckett?"
"Please, ummph!" she groans lewdly when he dips his tongue shallowly into her entrance causing him to chuckle into her soaking wet cunt.
"What was that?" he asks before reattaching his mouth to her clit and flicking his tongue against her sensitive nub in swift, neat movements. Her answer is unintelligible but he no longer cares. He can't play this game any longer, he wants her and he wants her now.
One last glide of his tongue along the length of her slit and he's gone. She can no longer feel his hot breath on her skin or his hands burning into her thighs where he held her open to his ministrations. She was so close, and now he's just… gone.
Before she can ponder any further, she's flying, a primal scream is ripped from her throat when Castle plunges into her without warning. He thrusts his manhood forward into her well-prepared body until his hips come to a jarring stop against her pelvis. She didn't notice that he had quickly stepped out of his boxers when he released her and being filled so completely and so suddenly is enough to send her over the edge of oblivion.
Castle dips to take her nipple into his mouth again as he holds her hips for leverage and pulls almost all of the way out before plunging in again.
He's like a man possessed, no longer in control of his own body or actions. His thrusts are jerky, and rough as he pounds into her pussy, taking her completely.
"Fuck! Beckett" he spits out through gritted teeth as she comes down from her peak.
"Yess, Castle! Just like that. Oh, Rick, your cock feels so good!" she's egging him on, clawing at his shoulders and arching her back against the sensations rushing through her body. She's so sensitive after being so thoroughly eaten out and that amazing orgasm that it's like she can feel every ridged vein on his length.
"Nngh shit Castle, fuck me, ohh harder!"
"Yeah, baby you're mine"
"Only yours Castle, only yours" she affirms, feeling that familiar building sensation in the pit of her stomach while he continues to rut like a wild animal. Their hips slamming together as they both spiral out of control.
He fucks her with the entire length of his cock, pulling almost fully out before forcing himself back in. He thrusts as fast as his waning energy will allow, putting the force of his burning muscles into each pump.
He groans when he finally spills into her, flooding her with his seed and finally slowing his frantic motion. She's tight, her pussy milking every last drop from him but she still isn't quite there. She needs one last push and he knows exactly what to do. He continues thrusting, fucking her through his own release and reaches between their sweat slicked bodies to press his thumb against her clit and circle it tightly.
She breaks again, her back arching high off the counter with the force of her orgasm until she comes to a shuddering rest against the granite beneath her. They both breathe heavily, recovering, as his spent length softens and slips from within her.
Castle tiredly reaches for her hand and helps her to sit up, at which point the oven beeps and she begins laughing loudly. An aftereffect of the endorphins rushing through her body.
Castle can't help but join in as he realized he just ate her out and fucked her right there in the kitchen, on the counter no less, and they didn't even burn dinner. But then again, he'd already had his dinner anyway.