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stephanometra) wrote2008-11-19 06:09 pm
stephanometra) wrote2008-11-19 06:09 pm
Entry tags:
untitled cassie/jon ficlet, nc17
Warnings for pegging and a total lack of anything resembling a beginning or an ending.
Also, man, this icon just feels more and more appropriate the more I use it. >:(
***
She really likes the look Jon gets on his face when she pulls out the harness, loves that he loves this as much as she does.
Sometimes she makes him get on his knees for her, pulls gently on his hair with one hand as she drags the toy over his lips with the other. His eyes are locked on hers when he darts his tongue out to trace the tip of the silicone, and fuck, what she wouldn't give to be able to feel it for real, the heat of his mouth, the vibrations from his moan when she pushes into his mouth. The way his lips stretch around it is fucking obscene, almost unreal in how hot it is.
She makes him stretch himself open while she watches, the vibrator in the base of the fake cock buzzing against her clit as she jerks off, Jon's spit slicking her strokes. He arches off the bed when she breathily demands that he add another finger, twisting three in and out of his lube-shiny hole, and it doesn't take long after that for him to start begging.
"Hands and knees," she tells him as she tears open a condom and rolls it on, and when she gets behind him she presses down on his lower back, pushes his knees a little farther apart, getting him exactly where she wants him before she presses the tip of her cock against his ass.
"Cass, please," he moans, rocking his hips back, trying to take her inside, and she folds forward to drop a kiss between his shoulder blades as she pushes in, giving him what he wants, because she wants it just as badly.
She stills her hips when she bottoms out, watching him shudder as he adjusts to her filling him up. He's close already, she can tell, and as soon as she gives him a couple of slow, rolling thrusts he drops one shoulder to the bed so he can reach down to wrap his hand around his dick.
"No," she says sharply, slapping his hand away, grinding helplessly against the vibrator when he whines low and needy in his throat.
"Need it," he says, hands fisting restlessly in the sheets, groaning when she drags the toy over his prostate.
"Maybe I like you needy," she counters, breathless, fucking into him with short strokes. She's going to touch him, but she holds off just long enough to make him think she won't, just long enough for him to moan in frustration and sink into his position a little more, tilting his hips back hopefully and letting his head drop between his forearms, whimpering her name into the mattress. He cries out when she finally curls a hand around his cock, like he's shocked by the pleasure, and the sound makes her cunt throb.
Her hips jerk a little, disrupting the rhythm of her thrusts, but she keeps her strokes on his cock measured, steady. "I can't decide if I want you to come while i'm inside you, or if I want you to fuck me."
"Jesus fuck," Jon says, panting. His dick drips precome onto the sheets as he shakes underneath her. "Cassie, I can't--"
"Too bad we can't do both," she continues. "Could get you a plug, maybe. Something."
"Anything," he whimpers, working his hips in counterpoint to her thrusts, rocking back onto her cock and forward into her hand.
She moans. "Or maybe we could get someone to fuck you while you're fucking me. You want that, baby? Slide inside you just like I am now, but I'd be under you, taking you so deep." Cassie leans forward again, mouthing over the curve of Jon's shoulder, feeling the jerky little tremors under his skin that mean he's right on the edge, just waiting for her to push him over. "A girl could take you, just like this, fuck you with my cock, or--what if we got a guy to fuck you, maybe Tom--"
Jon's thighs tense hard as he comes, wet spilling over her hand, dripping onto the bed, and Cassie moans again as she sinks all the way into him, grinding her hips against his ass. She comes before Jon has even stopped shaking, before the drag of the toy inside him becomes too much for his oversensitive nerves, and drapes herself across his back to catch her breath, rubbing her cheek against his sweat-sheened skin.
Also, man, this icon just feels more and more appropriate the more I use it. >:(
***
She really likes the look Jon gets on his face when she pulls out the harness, loves that he loves this as much as she does.
Sometimes she makes him get on his knees for her, pulls gently on his hair with one hand as she drags the toy over his lips with the other. His eyes are locked on hers when he darts his tongue out to trace the tip of the silicone, and fuck, what she wouldn't give to be able to feel it for real, the heat of his mouth, the vibrations from his moan when she pushes into his mouth. The way his lips stretch around it is fucking obscene, almost unreal in how hot it is.
She makes him stretch himself open while she watches, the vibrator in the base of the fake cock buzzing against her clit as she jerks off, Jon's spit slicking her strokes. He arches off the bed when she breathily demands that he add another finger, twisting three in and out of his lube-shiny hole, and it doesn't take long after that for him to start begging.
"Hands and knees," she tells him as she tears open a condom and rolls it on, and when she gets behind him she presses down on his lower back, pushes his knees a little farther apart, getting him exactly where she wants him before she presses the tip of her cock against his ass.
"Cass, please," he moans, rocking his hips back, trying to take her inside, and she folds forward to drop a kiss between his shoulder blades as she pushes in, giving him what he wants, because she wants it just as badly.
She stills her hips when she bottoms out, watching him shudder as he adjusts to her filling him up. He's close already, she can tell, and as soon as she gives him a couple of slow, rolling thrusts he drops one shoulder to the bed so he can reach down to wrap his hand around his dick.
"No," she says sharply, slapping his hand away, grinding helplessly against the vibrator when he whines low and needy in his throat.
"Need it," he says, hands fisting restlessly in the sheets, groaning when she drags the toy over his prostate.
"Maybe I like you needy," she counters, breathless, fucking into him with short strokes. She's going to touch him, but she holds off just long enough to make him think she won't, just long enough for him to moan in frustration and sink into his position a little more, tilting his hips back hopefully and letting his head drop between his forearms, whimpering her name into the mattress. He cries out when she finally curls a hand around his cock, like he's shocked by the pleasure, and the sound makes her cunt throb.
Her hips jerk a little, disrupting the rhythm of her thrusts, but she keeps her strokes on his cock measured, steady. "I can't decide if I want you to come while i'm inside you, or if I want you to fuck me."
"Jesus fuck," Jon says, panting. His dick drips precome onto the sheets as he shakes underneath her. "Cassie, I can't--"
"Too bad we can't do both," she continues. "Could get you a plug, maybe. Something."
"Anything," he whimpers, working his hips in counterpoint to her thrusts, rocking back onto her cock and forward into her hand.
She moans. "Or maybe we could get someone to fuck you while you're fucking me. You want that, baby? Slide inside you just like I am now, but I'd be under you, taking you so deep." Cassie leans forward again, mouthing over the curve of Jon's shoulder, feeling the jerky little tremors under his skin that mean he's right on the edge, just waiting for her to push him over. "A girl could take you, just like this, fuck you with my cock, or--what if we got a guy to fuck you, maybe Tom--"
Jon's thighs tense hard as he comes, wet spilling over her hand, dripping onto the bed, and Cassie moans again as she sinks all the way into him, grinding her hips against his ass. She comes before Jon has even stopped shaking, before the drag of the toy inside him becomes too much for his oversensitive nerves, and drapes herself across his back to catch her breath, rubbing her cheek against his sweat-sheened skin.