Old friends : Playing
Title: Playing
Series: Old Friends
Author: Bookaddict
Fandom: Chuck
Characters: Casey/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Chuck and all it’s characters are not mine, I’m just playing
Comment: This chapter came about due to Casey's remarks about crotch rockets. Previous chapters here and thank you to ladytalon1 for the icon and banner…
“What about your boys?” John studied Fran’s profile as they waited at the traffic light.
He was itching to play with her, but was rethinking their decision to go back to her place. But the rear seat of his car wasn’t good enough for her, of big enough for him to be comfortable. If he’d been driving the Hummer that might’ve been different but he wasn’t. Going back to his place wasn’t an option. He didn’t want Fran even peripherally involved in the spy stuff and the thought of Chuck or worse still, Morgan seeing her there didn’t sit well with him.
“I rang the sitter, they’re both asleep,” Fran fiddled with her purse and didn’t look at him. “My rooms at the other end of the house, they won’t hear us.”
She sighed. John wasn’t used to children of any kind. She’d seen that when he’d come to pick her up. “If you change your mind, I’ll understand.”
“Why would I change my mind? I’m looking forward to the game.” If the kids weren't going to be a problem, he couldn't wait.
“You are?”
“Oh yeah.”
Casey’s growl and the lusty glance he gave her bolstered Fran’s confidence. “Pull in here, “she pointed to the driveway. “We’ll go in through the garage.”
John obediently parked the car and followed her into the garage. Pulling the door closed behind him, his eyes lit on the Ducati parked at the back of the room. “You’ve got a bike?”
“Its great transportation,” Fran ran her hand over the leather seat. “And so pretty too.”
“Yeah,” John agreed, picturing her with the bike between her legs and all that hair streaming out behind her.
Fran shivered at the openly lustful expression on John’s face and glanced at the bike beside her. “Me and the bike?” she questioned. Swinging her leg over the seat, she straddled it backward and rested her feet on the twin mufflers. Lying back, with her head resting against the petrol tank, she held out her arms in invitation. “Want to play?”
“Oh yeah,” John growled and leant over to push her dress further up her thighs. “You still know how to get a rise out of me, don’t you Frankie girl?”
“I can see you rising very satisfactorily,” Fran moved sinuously on the seat. “Even through your clothes. “Hey!” she frowned. “What did you call me? No-one calls me that anymore.”
“I do,” John teased as he pushed aside her barely there top. “Frankie…”
“No you…” Fran forgot everything the moment his calloused thumbs rasped over her breasts and his mouth descended on hers. Grabbing his tie to pull him closer, she kissed him back with enthusiasm, her tongue duelling with his.
John groaned into the kiss, pushed Frankie’s skirt up right to her waist and pulling her panties off, threw them over his shoulder. He stroked through the soft hair covering her mound, massaging the skin underneath gently.
“How come I’m showing everything and you’re not?” she pouted.
“I can fix that,” John kicked off his shoes and slid out of his pants in almost one movement.
“What about the rest?” Fran could hardly get the words out as she gazed entranced at the erection curving against his belly.
Not bothering to undo his buttons, John drew his shirt, tie and all, over his head and dropped it on the floor. “Better?”
“Much better,” she reached out a foot and delicately traced his stomach muscles with her toe. “Much, much better…”
“Yes it is,” he agreed. Catching hold of her foot, he lifted it to his mouth and kissed her toes slowly.
Fran gasped and wrapped her other leg round his hip pulling him closer.
“You like that, do you Frankie?” John teased and pressed his lips to the arch of her foot.
“Yes,” she panted. “But stop,” her breath caught as he licked behind her knee, “Calling me Frankie.”
“Or what?” John grinned and continued his slow progress up her leg.
“I could call you Johnny,” Fran groaned as he slid one finger inside her, turning her insides to jelly.
“Na ha,” Casey pumped his finger slowly as he pressed his lips to hers and invaded her mouth with his tongue.
Sucking at her tongue, it was his turn to groan when Fran ran her hands over his chest until her fingers latched onto his nipples. “John,” she gasped against his mouth. “Get on with it will you.”
“Anything to oblige.”
Shifting away slightly, John stood astride the bike and lifted her legs to his shoulder. Cupping her bottom, he held it gently and pushing into the welcoming heat began to thrust steadily. Supporting her back with one hand, John ranged his other hand over her breasts, squeezing and stroking in time with his movements.
Fran wriggled in delight and with a kittenish purr, reached out and pulled his face down to meet hers. Plastering her lips to his, she kissed him feverishly, moaning in delight as his tongue met hers.
John’s fingers descended from stomach to clit rubbing at the nub in time with his thrusts. Breathing heavily, Fran tightened around him as she began to shudder with release, pulling him with her as he came with a groan against her lips.
Sliding out of her body, John sat down heavily on the bike seat and drew her onto his lap. Fran snuggled up against him and sighed in satisfaction. “Good game.”
“Want to keep playing?” John nuzzled her silky hair.
“Mmmmmm,” Fran leant against his chest weakly. “Please. I just don’t think I can walk right now,” she gave a shaky laugh.
“No problem,” John slid his arm under her knees and scooped her up. “Just point me towards the bedroom…
Series: Old Friends
Author: Bookaddict
Fandom: Chuck
Characters: Casey/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Chuck and all it’s characters are not mine, I’m just playing
Comment: This chapter came about due to Casey's remarks about crotch rockets. Previous chapters here and thank you to ladytalon1 for the icon and banner…
“What about your boys?” John studied Fran’s profile as they waited at the traffic light.
He was itching to play with her, but was rethinking their decision to go back to her place. But the rear seat of his car wasn’t good enough for her, of big enough for him to be comfortable. If he’d been driving the Hummer that might’ve been different but he wasn’t. Going back to his place wasn’t an option. He didn’t want Fran even peripherally involved in the spy stuff and the thought of Chuck or worse still, Morgan seeing her there didn’t sit well with him.
“I rang the sitter, they’re both asleep,” Fran fiddled with her purse and didn’t look at him. “My rooms at the other end of the house, they won’t hear us.”
She sighed. John wasn’t used to children of any kind. She’d seen that when he’d come to pick her up. “If you change your mind, I’ll understand.”
“Why would I change my mind? I’m looking forward to the game.” If the kids weren't going to be a problem, he couldn't wait.
“You are?”
“Oh yeah.”
Casey’s growl and the lusty glance he gave her bolstered Fran’s confidence. “Pull in here, “she pointed to the driveway. “We’ll go in through the garage.”
John obediently parked the car and followed her into the garage. Pulling the door closed behind him, his eyes lit on the Ducati parked at the back of the room. “You’ve got a bike?”
“Its great transportation,” Fran ran her hand over the leather seat. “And so pretty too.”
“Yeah,” John agreed, picturing her with the bike between her legs and all that hair streaming out behind her.
Fran shivered at the openly lustful expression on John’s face and glanced at the bike beside her. “Me and the bike?” she questioned. Swinging her leg over the seat, she straddled it backward and rested her feet on the twin mufflers. Lying back, with her head resting against the petrol tank, she held out her arms in invitation. “Want to play?”
“Oh yeah,” John growled and leant over to push her dress further up her thighs. “You still know how to get a rise out of me, don’t you Frankie girl?”
“I can see you rising very satisfactorily,” Fran moved sinuously on the seat. “Even through your clothes. “Hey!” she frowned. “What did you call me? No-one calls me that anymore.”
“I do,” John teased as he pushed aside her barely there top. “Frankie…”
“No you…” Fran forgot everything the moment his calloused thumbs rasped over her breasts and his mouth descended on hers. Grabbing his tie to pull him closer, she kissed him back with enthusiasm, her tongue duelling with his.
John groaned into the kiss, pushed Frankie’s skirt up right to her waist and pulling her panties off, threw them over his shoulder. He stroked through the soft hair covering her mound, massaging the skin underneath gently.
“How come I’m showing everything and you’re not?” she pouted.
“I can fix that,” John kicked off his shoes and slid out of his pants in almost one movement.
“What about the rest?” Fran could hardly get the words out as she gazed entranced at the erection curving against his belly.
Not bothering to undo his buttons, John drew his shirt, tie and all, over his head and dropped it on the floor. “Better?”
“Much better,” she reached out a foot and delicately traced his stomach muscles with her toe. “Much, much better…”
“Yes it is,” he agreed. Catching hold of her foot, he lifted it to his mouth and kissed her toes slowly.
Fran gasped and wrapped her other leg round his hip pulling him closer.
“You like that, do you Frankie?” John teased and pressed his lips to the arch of her foot.
“Yes,” she panted. “But stop,” her breath caught as he licked behind her knee, “Calling me Frankie.”
“Or what?” John grinned and continued his slow progress up her leg.
“I could call you Johnny,” Fran groaned as he slid one finger inside her, turning her insides to jelly.
“Na ha,” Casey pumped his finger slowly as he pressed his lips to hers and invaded her mouth with his tongue.
Sucking at her tongue, it was his turn to groan when Fran ran her hands over his chest until her fingers latched onto his nipples. “John,” she gasped against his mouth. “Get on with it will you.”
“Anything to oblige.”
Shifting away slightly, John stood astride the bike and lifted her legs to his shoulder. Cupping her bottom, he held it gently and pushing into the welcoming heat began to thrust steadily. Supporting her back with one hand, John ranged his other hand over her breasts, squeezing and stroking in time with his movements.
Fran wriggled in delight and with a kittenish purr, reached out and pulled his face down to meet hers. Plastering her lips to his, she kissed him feverishly, moaning in delight as his tongue met hers.
John’s fingers descended from stomach to clit rubbing at the nub in time with his thrusts. Breathing heavily, Fran tightened around him as she began to shudder with release, pulling him with her as he came with a groan against her lips.
Sliding out of her body, John sat down heavily on the bike seat and drew her onto his lap. Fran snuggled up against him and sighed in satisfaction. “Good game.”
“Want to keep playing?” John nuzzled her silky hair.
“Mmmmmm,” Fran leant against his chest weakly. “Please. I just don’t think I can walk right now,” she gave a shaky laugh.
“No problem,” John slid his arm under her knees and scooped her up. “Just point me towards the bedroom…