We jump into M territory here, hence have switched this story to an M rating.
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Further along in this story I have to deal with the story line that Rick sleeps with Meredith in "Always Buy Retail" so if you have any workable ideas of how to successfully weave this into the story, please share.
Getting back to this chapter, if you don't want to read the fluff, then stop reading after RC says, "Shut up and make love to me," he ordered….
Chapter 10
A light tap on the door had Kate throw aside a novel she was trying hard to read. For some reason her mind wouldn't absorb the sentences. She sprung off the couch, and hurried bare footed across the living room. There was a quick pause to check who was at the door, saw a blue eye closely peering into the fish eye. She rolled her eyes. Castle. Her body sexually woke up. Man, she wanted him. His proximity drove her body crazy. Had driven her crazy all day.
She opened the door, shyly smiling. "Hey."
"Hi. You alone still?" He asked his eyes scanning her from head to toe. She wore a pink night shirt with something written in French down it. It was short, glorious short. He could see her thighs. Her short hair was barely up in a ponytail, with strands of hair hanging everywhere. It wasn't long enough to tie up but she looked cute.
"Mm." She nodded and stepped back to let him inside.
"I escaped. My mother is home and Alexis is studying."
"Good." Beckett grabbed the cuff of his shirt and dragged him inside the apartment.
"I couldn't wait to get here, Honey. C'mere." With his spare arm, he reached about her waist, drew her close and smacked a playful kiss on her lips, releasing a moan. "You okay?"
Kate laughed, held him to regain her balance when he let her go, "I'm fine. No one saw you?"
"No." He glanced at his watch, "Its very late. People are in bed, Beckett." He put the overnight on the counter then turned to Beckett grinning boyishly, "I came with gifts."
"Like what?"
"Like-," he unzipped the bag and brought out two phones, "Two burners, so no one can trace our calls and dirty texts. If we need to we can toss the SIM cards and get new ones." He held up the phones, "Black or white?"
"White, I can't believe you got us phones!"
"Secret mission calls for secret communications." He passed her the one then reached for another item in the bag.
He waved the blue box of condoms at her. "And these are for us to work our way through until we're ready to go without ….." He saw her expression turn serious. That worried him. "No pressure, I just don't want us making any mistakes while we're still finding our way through this."
"I get it. I feel the same," Kate replied, checking the phone out and almost smirking about their rapid hunt to find condoms last night. "It was crazy last night the way we hunted for the condoms." The bedroom had virtually been tossed until Rick had found half a dozen stashed in a sock drawer. They were out of a date by a few months but had done the job. All of them.
"This time though, don't hide them in that special place you'll forget. Let's go for the second drawer on my side of the bed where the toys are."
"Funny, Castle."
"They're ribbed too." He pointed at the writing on the box.
"Thank you."
"For what? You prefer ribbed?"
"No. Yes. But for being responsible and considerate."
"You're welcome." He smiled slinging the box back into his bag.
"And, Rick, I should probably tell you, I am on the pill."
"Good point and useful to know," he commented.
"Hang on, you mentioned your side of the bed. Do we have sides already? After one night?" She asked her brow furrowing.
"Well it seems so," he casually replied.
"Like, twenty four hours ago, we were still on our first date, Castle."
"Best date eva."
Kate immediately smiled. "Told you. I can't believe we have sides already," she said as she picked up the box of condoms and turned it over in her hands, scanning the labelling.
"Kate." He pulled her attention from the box, took it from her and returned it to the bag, "Every time we finished up last night, you were to my right wherever we were. Your stuff is on the right night stand, and I happen to sleep on the left side of the bed at home."
Kate thought about it, then smiled, "I think you're correct. Settled."
"Good, I also bought these." He pulled out a grocery bag that contained a carton of milk, a bag of sugar, coffee beans and a few other things. He placed them in the fridge on the top shelf.
"Castle. We could have gone out for coffee in the morning…."
"I'll make it for you before I leave …. My mother will be up for Alexis in the morning so I don't have to be home."
"So, I get to sleep in and wake up to see you." She hooked her arm over his shoulder drawing him in for a kiss he keenly gave. "Why don't you take the box and your bag to the bedroom. I'll turn off the lights and meet you there." Beckett said. "It's getting really late. I didn't get much sleep last night."
Rick snorted, "Same," he said, "Do you mind if I leave a few things here in your bathroom?"
"Knock yourself out. Castle, how long are we gonna do this?"
"I don't know. Why don't we take it day by day and see how long we can keep it a secret so you don't get into trouble at work?" With his bag under his arm he walked to the bedroom. Kate was right behind him and soon followed him to the bedroom.
"Sounds like a plan." She pulled the bedsheets down. Rick placed his bag on the trunk at the end of the bed, then went to the en suite taking a toothbrush and new tube of paste with him.
Ready for bed, Kate climbed in between the sheets. All the while she heard him messing around in the bathroom, her tummy was full of butterflies and flip flopping about in anticipation of him joining her. It was hard to believe that Richard Castle was in her home and she was about to spend her second night with the author. And she wasn't fan girling, much. It was imperative that she got past this celebrity thing. In his presence, she pretended she was completely nonchalant about his public image but in secret she was totally chuffed she was dating, well sleeping with, a celebrity of sorts. Before she had much more time to dwell on the social aspects of their relationship, he rushed back into the bedroom, a boyish grin on his face and boxers on his hips.
Every logical thought vacated her mind when her eyes clapped onto his bare and impressive chest. She cleared her throat. Her groin increased in heat.
Seemingly oblivious to the reaction his presence had caused Kate, he bounced into the bed, getting in behind her.
"I put my personal stuff in the third drawer."
"Okay," she replied, as he slipped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. She made herself comfortable, felt him give several affectionate kisses to her shoulder and neck.
"You okay? Comfortable?"
Kate looked over her shoulder a little to see him, smiled, "Mm. More than okay."
"You're cold."
"You're warm," she replied, relaxing into his embrace. She whispered, "You're here."
"Of course, I'm here. Only place I wanted to be and now I'm here."
"Rick?"
"Mm?"
"I really thought I would just be another one night stand," she shyly said.
He smirked. "I was thinking I was your one night stand," he teased giving her body a squeeze. He whispered, "I wanna sleep with you always."
"I'll let you in on a secret," she said.
"Mm?"
"I like you being right here with me," she whispered, "But I won't admit it outside of this room."
He laughed, "You should be an actress. You had me fooled a few times today. I really did think you hated me."
Kate turned about to see his eyes, "When was I acting?"
"Haha." Rick reached over to the lamp on his side and turned it off. Darkness took over the room.
"I had to bite the inside of my mouth or tongue to stop myself from bursting into giggles. It was so much fun pretending I hate you. I could get used to it, Rick."
He pressed himself against the brunette woman. He liked having her form against his. "You're certainly more believable than my mother," he pulled up the blankets then laid his head so his face was in her hair.
"That's harsh."
"Have you been to a performance?" He challenged. He breathed in. She smelt glorious.
"No."
"Well, you were unbelievable today. Acted my mother off the bloody stage."
She giggled. "It was fun. I got embarrassed when we were in the morgue with Lanie. I was worried she was gonna figure it out because she is so intuitive on that sort of stuff and then sex and condoms came up. My brain jammed."
"I saw your mind stall. It was hilarious."
She giggled, then fell quiet. "I don't wanna be found out yet," she whispered. "I want to keep us a secret a while longer."
"You just enjoy being mean to your boyfriend and keeping secrets," he teased.
"Boyfriend? Aren't you my secret lover, who is obviously wanting to make love with me?" She reached behind her for his bits but he playfully pushed her away. He managed to wrap his hand about her and held her hand to her tummy maintaining her within his embrace. She squirmed and laughed.
"Bad girl," he mumbled close to her ear, listening to her laughter. He wasn't going to initiate or respond to sex with her tonight. He desperately wanted to, but he also just wanted to be with her. They didn't have to get up early.
"I am. C'mon Castle."
"Good night, Kate," he murmured, cupping her right breast in his palm.
"Night, Rick."
"I could hear the bloody disappointment in that."
She snickered then felt him squeeze her. "Go to sleep. I will wake you when its time."
For several moments, Kate waited for Rick to start making love with her, in the belief he was just teasing and holding off on her. She could feel his erection but he was just relaxing and touching her body. Almost mapping her body to his memory. She snuggled against him, taking the time to feel what was going on inside her body. Apart from the urge to begin having sex, she could feel her body relaxing. She felt safe and content. She took a deep breath then sighed.
"Castle?"
"Beckett?"
"I know I'm repeating myself, but this feels right, comforting."
"I'm dying to make love with you, Kate, but I need to sleep with you."
"Will you sleep with that mammoth thing between us?"
"No. Well hardly." They laughed like a couple of naughty kids. After their laughter faded, he snuggled in closer to her backside so she would really feel how much he wanted her, then gave her shoulder several playful kisses. "Does it bother you?"
Kate smirked, "Well hardly. It bothers me more you're not letting me make it go away, which I happen to be really good at."
Rick stilled, "Yes, and you can do it very well," he confirmed.
Kate gave a giggle, leaning into his body. "Ricky," she cooed.
"Good night, Kate."
"Night, Rick."
Kate remained still and waited for Rick to succumb to temptation. His hand was constantly fondling her breast. She anticipated he would stop fucking with her and get started. So she waited and waited and waited. All the time, his hand caressed her lower back in a soothing manner.
Then she heard a little snore as his hands slowed down. He was falling to sleep.
Tired of waiting for him to cave first, she wriggled and turned about to face the writer. Aroused from dozing, he moved a little to accommodate their new position.
In the dark, unable to see, her fingers found his lips. With a featherlike touch, her fingertips felt the outline of his mouth, the softness of his full lips. It was like an exploration of unchartered land. A smile crept over her face when his lips pressed against her fingers.
She whispered, "Ricky?" She waited for a response. Ten seconds later, "Ricky, wake up?"
"Mm?"
He sounded sleepy. His body told her otherwise. In the last minute or so, his heart rate had increased and his body was definitely prepped for sexual intercourse. If it was possible, she wriggled in closer to his head.
"Castle?" She barely whispered in the most seductive tone she could muster up.
"Kate?"
Immediately, Kate brushed her lips over his, teasing him, enticing his appetite. "Ric-ky," she breathed out, and softly pressed her lips to his bottom lip,
It's all he needed. He responded. Kate smiled, "Rick." Her lips closed on his. His hand stroked her hip as a moan of want came from him.
Their kisses were tender, slow, delicate. Her fingers cupped his jaw, stroked through his hair. Her pace didn't alter, and she remained slow and light, waiting for his flame to be fuelled. She wanted a fire. In the beginning, she was happy with a controlled burn off that would end in him begging for her to release him.
His hand on her hip stroked softly up her waist to her right breast. A palm to his chest gauged his response. It encouraged her to lightly push against his body, persuading him to his back. He rolled, took her with him, and steadied her when she was straddled right over his pelvis. Their mouths were locked. Kate lifted her night shirt up and parted from him to pull it over her head. She panted, stared into his eyes momentarily, using the available light. There were things going on inside she had never experienced prior to that moment. There was a sexual hunger for him she needed to satisfy, but there other thins, maybe hormones coming into the play. She had a desire to explore these unknown sensations.
She shifted marginally away, to take a pause, touching her nose with hers. "Do you feel it?" She asked in a whisper. "Feel that inside?"
He nodded, "Like a new drug. Shut up and make love to me," he ordered. She smirked then returned to his mouth kissing him harder. Their tongues were against each other. His cock was pulsing between her thighs. She stayed at his mouth her hands on his chest. His hands were in her hair, down her back.
Minutes later, she migrated to his jaw, to his neck sucking over his jugular. He moaned. She licked where she had sucked, returned to his mouth for a long slower kiss. Back over his chin to his throat, his clavicle. She loved the sprinkle of light brown hair over his chest that she teased with a pinch and a gentle tug. His fingers tightened in her hair, his pectoral muscles flexed. His body temperature had increased and he breathed faster. She moved down his body, kissing a pathway to his groin, her hands feeling over every part of him, mapping his body into her memory. He was a big man but he was a solid mass of muscles, beautifully contoured muscles. Her long fingers made a path to his belly button to where the tip of his penis was waiting for attention.
A sound of pure delight escaped her as her fingers wrapped around his arousal.
He breathed in. "Fuck, Kate," he gasped when her tongue brushed the end of him. He stroked her hair, then lifted it away.
She began with tender kisses, holding off, teasing him, waiting for him to want her more. For several seconds, she stopped and in the dark without much use of her visual sense, she listened to his breathing, quietly moved until she was between his opened thighs. Right at the top of his inner thighs she sucked on his tender flesh. He groaned. She softly blew on his skin, moistened by her mouth. He groaned. Her tongue navigated its way to his balls, to the sensitive flesh she glided her lips over.
"Oh… steady, steady, Baby…"
"You okay?" She asked pausing a moment.
"Tender from last night," he sheepishly confessed, then shuddered when she boldly inhaled a good portion of his left testicle into her mouth and sucked with no mercy. No sympathy there. He'd given her body parts hell last night too.
"Oh my God, Kate!"
She ignored the feeble objection, the way his fingers combed through her hair. She concentrated on giving this famous writer the best blow job he would ever experience. She wanted to pleasure him properly, leave him satiated and speechless, and to do that, she slowly and meticulously made her way up his shaft as though she were consuming the best popsicle she ever eaten.
Her tongue glided from side to side up his length only pausing when she reached the top. She gave the tip a rub to the roof of her mouth, then toyed him with her tongue. She seized the moment to look up to his face just able to see he was staring at her, his expression telling her he was fully absorbed in their activities.
Without further ado she took him inside her mouth, closing her lips around his engorged organ. She slid down him as far as she could take him, sucking, dancing her tongue around him. He moaned. He grew harder, and his fingers became erratic and shaky with the heightening of his senses. Gradually, and as she really got into it, his body began to tremble at his thighs. He perspired and threw off the bed sheets.
"Fucking, fuck, fuck," he stammered breathlessly. "Oh God, you're a good girl…"
Kate's eyebrows rose in surprise of his verbal outburst. Last night he'd been reasonably quiet. She found she liked the immediate feedback. It caused her to draw in harder, clamping her lips firmer around his shaft. She rhythmically slid her mouth up and down, rotated her tongue around the head, slipped him deeper inside, aware he didn't have much longer before he was going to blow. He swore, his body stiffened. She tried not to laugh. He shuddered. Kate released the suction, opened her mouth and breathed heavily over his wet skin.
"Oh God."
His fingers gripped at the back of her head. Bits of her hair were pulled tighter. Then she clamped around him again and continued on with her sexual conduct.
Rick's body was on the edge of climaxing when Kate released his engorged red cock from her mouth. She clambered up onto her hands and knees, noting his own hand replaced her mouth. She crawled back up his body, stopped over his pelvis. She leaned over to kiss his mouth, now full of passion and urgency. She wanted him inside her without delay. He made an attempt to find her pussy with his hand but she pushed him away.
"Behave," she ordered.
He roared with laughter. "Oh, dominant. I like it."
"Want you inside me. Now."
With her hand back around him, she lowered her hips over him until the length of his shaft was pressed between them. His hands found her hips. She teased him rubbing her pussy along the length of his arousal, soaking him, arousing herself more. She imagined what he would feel like inside her until she couldn't wait a second longer. Then she tilted her pelvis, lifted herself and pushed down over him. He moaned in satisfaction. She took some of him inside, paused to accommodate his size, slid him almost out then sunk down on him taking most of him. She did it again. She sat up, feeling the tip of him deep inside. It hurt, pleasantly pained her. Made her want to push him out but she rotated her hips, leaned forward a little, bounce. She paused, waited for her body.
"Do you feel that?" She asked, feeling his pulsing cock against her walls.
"Feels tight," he muttered closing his eyes. "So damn tight."
She giggled,
"Felt that," he said, "Feel your laughter."
She rose up his organ, lowered, repeated, then paused, teasing him, herself. The pulse was strong, fast. She looked down at them, at where they were joined. It turned her on more seeing them together. She laid down upon his chest to kiss his mouth, her hips working on their own, and she felt Rick's thrusts against her movement. Her body trembled, her temperature shot up.
And then she wanted more. Everything left her brain, every thought was gone to allow her to enjoy the sensations of property fucking this gorgeous man beneath her.
She allowed her body to experience its own journey, rhythmically riding Castle, loving the feel of how he filled her, how their bodies fitted perfectly together, what the head of his organ caused her to feel when it slid within her. The ultimate act of intimacy. She leaned over to kiss him, their tongues pressing and dancing.
"Perfect fit," she mumbled.
"Perfect fit?" His hands on her hips, stroked down her back to her busy buttocks.
When she sat right up, maybe it was Rick who moaned with pleasure, maybe his hands were at her breasts. Something rubbed against her clit and it felt fucking great. Deep inside he was hitting a sensitive spot. If she just tilted a little more, there it was, the dull pain was sharper and she could feel deep inside the stirring of the climax she would soon have. Her muscles flexed, gripped at him, relaxed and started again.
It came in like a rocket, a climax that had her body shudder uncontrollably. Flashes of white shot around her, and her muscles clamped around Rick like a vice. She lost the ability to move and then he took over, and caused her climax to be more intense. She heard him moaning louder and she was swearing and crying through her own climax There was a sudden gush of heat within her, and then she no longer felt the hardness of his head. As her climax subsided, she opened her eyes, her hands falling to his chest to hold herself up. She gazed down at his eyes, still closed. She moved her pelvis. He cried out.
"Stop.. don't move," he pleaded holding her hips to still her. "Be heavy."
She obeyed and dropped her weight on his pelvis, relaxing. He remained hard within her. Her thigh muscles were burning.
Kate bit her lip, lifted herself so he slipped out of her. She rolled off him to her side of the bed lying onto her back and stretched out her legs. She panted heavily.
Rick switched the lamp on to find the towel he'd dropped at the side of the bed earlier. He reached for it, used it to wipe himself then passed it to Kate.
For almost a minute, Kate lay there in silence, allowing herself to enjoy what her body was still going through in recovery. She felt more alive than she had in years, had found a man who fitted her body's form almost perfectly. He wasn't too tall or short, his size suited her longer limbs. Then the thought hit her, the realisation she had just participated in sex without using a condom after they had mutually agreed to use them until they agreed not to. She stroked his upper thigh, "Castle?"
"Mmmhm?"
Even his mumble sounded full of content. She pressed on, "I'm sorry," she whispered watching his chest rise and fall with his quick breaths. His ribs rippled his skin with each inhale. It was so fucking sexy to watch and for several seconds it totally distracted her. His rib cage was large and prominent when he was laying down.
"Sorry?" He looked at her like she was crazy. "You just gave me the best blow job I ever had. I'm proud of you."
Kate laughed. "The best blow job?" She bit her lip, more than pleased she had accomplished a small but important goal.
"Fuck, yeah. What your mouth and tongue are capable of is incredible. Wow!" He exclaimed, clearly teasing her.
She thought he was funny but the matter of not using a condom stayed with her. It didn't concern her she might fall pregnant because she was on the pill and was a responsible user of contraception. She bit her top lip and he clearly saw her concerns.
"What are you sorry about? You came. I felt every squeezing bit of it."
She laughed, completely unable to remain serious, recalling how hard she had cum riding him. Coyly she said, "Castle."
"What? You just gave that performance and now you're going all Miss Shy on me?"
"No! I'm not." She gave his hip a light thump.
"Oww. Police brutality," he squawked then laughed.
Another giggle, "No!"
Rick chuckled at her objective tone. "Then what's the apology about?"
"Condom, well, lack of one."
"Oh yeah." He stared at the ceiling for several moments, contemplating that matter, then looked at her face, "I thought about that after you sat on me."
She sighed catching her breathe. She rolled to her side, touched his right breast, then gave his chest a several strokes, palm down. She bit her lip then suggestively said, "It felt really good without one."
"I'll say." Rick took hold of her hand, lifted it and gave her fingers several kisses. "I promise you, I'm safe, in every imaginable way you can fathom."
"Same. Except I have a gun and hand cuffs."
"Oooh. Kinky," he growled.
She laughed, then squirmed as his arm reached over her body pushing her to her back. Seconds later he was above her, then lowered himself right over her, rapidly touching her body in a succession of playful kisses and nips that had her laughing. She parted and wrapped her legs about his hips, accepting a portion of his weight against her. His stubble roughed up the sensitive skin of her breasts as he slowly and lovingly fondled her. He was very gentle and would then suck harder until she moaned. It bordered on pleasurable and painful, and he would follow it up with tender licks. Then he pushed up, and quietly looked in her eyes. "Kiss me Detective Beckett, like you're gonna die tonight."
He lowered and kissed her hard pressing his mouth entirely over waiting opened mouth. She breathed through her nose, opening her mouth as wide as she could, accepting his tongue, feeling him explore her mouth, and she pushed her tongue against him.
Breathless, he pulled away and he was up on his knees between her legs. The coolness of the room gave her skin goose bumps, tightened her nipples. It was brief and all forgotten when she watched this man she had known from afar for years, lift her legs, encouraging her to fully expose herself for him. It was off for her because he was familiar to her. Kate's mother had read his damn novels. Yet he'd known Kate for barely a week. He was so into her, not only her body but her mind, her thought processes, her history. She was like a novel to him, figured as his right thumb lovingly stroke over the folds of skin of pussy completely distracting her thoughts. She glanced between his face and hand. He wore a smile of a man who was thoroughly in his element, and the manner in which he touched, told her loud and clear what he thought of her. He looked from her body to her eyes, his glistening.
"You are so beautiful, Kate," he mumbled almost to himself as he cast his eyes over her form.
She smiled, not breaking the contact. He was the first to look away, straight back to her body he gently fondled. It wouldn't take much effort for her to climax again and the way he was beginning to play, he was very aware she was close. He slipped a finger inside her being, releasing a moan. Kate watched. It turned her on more to see and feel.
"I don't think we're gonna get much sleep, Baby." Rick stated not looking up from where he held his gaze. Then he stopped what he was doing, indicated he wanted her to wriggle up the bed, which she did, and he laid flat on his stomach.
Kate got up on her elbows, peering between her legs where Rick's head was. His eyes watched hers as he slowly lowered his mouth to her pussy. He pressed his lips to her clit. She gasped then demanded.
"More."
He paused gazing up at her with a soft smile. He murmured, "Please. More please, Rick."
Kate bit her bottom lip, holding back a grin, staring at him hanging just over her flesh, waiting for her to beg him. His hands stroked her inner thighs and he softly blew air over her sensitive bits.
"More please Ricky," she requested with a seductive tone.
"Yes, M'am." He dove in.
Kate squealed and burst into giggles, closing her thighs around his legs as he dragged her down the bed.