Eight Insurance Claims - Stephanie Plum
Title: Eight Insurance Claims
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Stephanie Plum, Joe Morelli.
Word count: 1008
Disclaimer: Stephanie Plum and Joe Morelli are Janet Evanovitch’s.
Summary: Just an ordinary stake-out, right? Maybe I should have concentrated on my job more…. PWP.
Author's Notes: Written for the Porn Battle here, with the prompt "Stephanie Plum/Joe Morelli, car". This is the full Director’s Cut version, as somehow I need to cut this down to 4300 characters. Eeep!
My name is Stephanie Plum and I’m rapidly becoming an urban legend.
Not precisely for what I do for work (bail bond enforcement agent aka bounty hunter), but for the sheer number of cars that get written off when I’m around. If it’s a car and I’m around it for too long, bad things happen.
Trust me on this.
I hasten to add that this time it wasn’t all my fault. Blame that smooth talking rat bastard Joe Morelli.
Ah, Joe Morelli… Like many of the ladies my age around Trenton, I’ve got to know Morelli and that body of his rather well over the years. More off than on, we were currently in an ‘on’ stage of our strange relationship, which meant he felt he could just turn up at any time I was working with a bag of chicken wings.
Understandably, I was annoyed. When you’re staking out someone’s place, it’s normally general courtesy to not draw attention to the watcher, and I certainly let Morelli know my opinion of him.
I still took the chicken wings though.
~ + ~
Two hours later, Carl Welan was still showing no signs of coming back to his house, all the chicken was gone and Morelli was casting suggestive looks at me across the car seat. Morelli was looking particularly good tonight, in his tight white T-shirt, washed out jeans showing off that great butt of his and running shoes.
Suddenly I was hungry again, and not for food this time.
It’s been a while since I’ve necked in a car, and never really in the front of one. Still, every skill needs to be learnt from scratch and Morelli was certainly willing to help me experiment.
It was dark outside, and if Carl was coming back at all now, it probably wouldn’t be until the bars kicked him out. Shoving the small annoying voice of my conscience down brutally, I edged closer to Morelli. God, even his hair smelt nice.
We kissed deeply, and I felt his hands pulling me closer across the divide. I whimpered slightly as Morelli started softly kissing his way down my neck. My hand started wandering across that strong chest of his, heading downwards until I could feel the increasing hardness in his lap.
Morelli started nibbling at my neck and I whimpered even more. Damn bastard knew all my weak points by now. Still, two could play at that game I thought, as I popped the button on his jeans and snaked my hand downward. Morelli rewarded me with an intake of breath as I slowly stroked his hardness. He looked at me with that fiery look of his that never fails to make me melt and started undoing the buttons on my blouse. This was getting a little bit more than necking now, but god, he felt good in my hand and this whole thing was so, so different and hot.
And then Morelli started nibbling at my nipples through my bra.
Oh my god.
That was it. Both of my hands started frantically trying to get his jeans open. He switched sides and started flicking his tongue over them as well. The slightest trace of his stubble against my increasingly hot skin did not help at all. The urgency of my mood seemed to communicate itself to Joe as well, as he sat up slightly and let me get my hands on his cock better. He took full advantage of the moment to push my bra down further and let out a low whistle before resuming.
Oh god. Something in the way we were still half dressed, but making out like two sex-crazed teenagers was driving me wild. Flashes of sheer delight were shooting directly to my nervous system with each suck or nibble or lick of my nipples now, and I could feel him in my hand, warm and throbbing now. My hand ran up and down his cock, twisting, squeezing, feel him writhe as I ran my thumb over the little slit in the head.
I just had to. I had to feel him. Pushing Morelli back in his seat, I leant forward, licked my lips and inhaled him. I pumped my mouth up and down, feeling him, tasting him, flicking my tongue over his head as I went. He writhed in the seat, and I could feel his fingers running through my hair.
“Enough!” he growled in a deep voice, and pushed me back. Quickly pulling my jeans down, he stared briefly at the soaking panties I had on, before ripping them off in one motion. “I’ll get you some more,” he said, and lined himself up with me. He thrust, and I was gasping for air.
Every motion inside me felt hot, and full of pleasure. “Oh fuck!” I screamed at one point and bit his shoulder. His pumping never stopped and I could feel myself rising to that point where -- I came. And so did Joe, as I clasped my arms around him.
There was an audible click beneath me.
Do I forget to mention we were parked on a slope?
Gravity is a bitch.
The handbrake clicked off, and my trusty SUV started rolling backwards down the hill. Morelli froze, still half-hard inside me and started to swear. That was when we hit the first car.
As we bounced off that one, he threw himself on top of me and covered me as best he could. Then we hit the second car, and the third. The last four weren’t hit as hard, but by then enough damage had been done. Car alarms were going off everywhere.
My face was flaming red. The insurance claims were going to be bad enough, but the worst thing? This is Trenton. I gave it ten minutes before someone told my mother.
“Hoo-boy,” said Grandma Mazur, poking her head through the broken side window and leering at Morelli’s bare butt, “That’s going to take a lot of cleaning up.”
See? Urban legend.
Just shoot me now please.
~Fin~
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Stephanie Plum, Joe Morelli.
Word count: 1008
Disclaimer: Stephanie Plum and Joe Morelli are Janet Evanovitch’s.
Summary: Just an ordinary stake-out, right? Maybe I should have concentrated on my job more…. PWP.
Author's Notes: Written for the Porn Battle here, with the prompt "Stephanie Plum/Joe Morelli, car". This is the full Director’s Cut version, as somehow I need to cut this down to 4300 characters. Eeep!
My name is Stephanie Plum and I’m rapidly becoming an urban legend.
Not precisely for what I do for work (bail bond enforcement agent aka bounty hunter), but for the sheer number of cars that get written off when I’m around. If it’s a car and I’m around it for too long, bad things happen.
Trust me on this.
I hasten to add that this time it wasn’t all my fault. Blame that smooth talking rat bastard Joe Morelli.
Ah, Joe Morelli… Like many of the ladies my age around Trenton, I’ve got to know Morelli and that body of his rather well over the years. More off than on, we were currently in an ‘on’ stage of our strange relationship, which meant he felt he could just turn up at any time I was working with a bag of chicken wings.
Understandably, I was annoyed. When you’re staking out someone’s place, it’s normally general courtesy to not draw attention to the watcher, and I certainly let Morelli know my opinion of him.
I still took the chicken wings though.
~ + ~
Two hours later, Carl Welan was still showing no signs of coming back to his house, all the chicken was gone and Morelli was casting suggestive looks at me across the car seat. Morelli was looking particularly good tonight, in his tight white T-shirt, washed out jeans showing off that great butt of his and running shoes.
Suddenly I was hungry again, and not for food this time.
It’s been a while since I’ve necked in a car, and never really in the front of one. Still, every skill needs to be learnt from scratch and Morelli was certainly willing to help me experiment.
It was dark outside, and if Carl was coming back at all now, it probably wouldn’t be until the bars kicked him out. Shoving the small annoying voice of my conscience down brutally, I edged closer to Morelli. God, even his hair smelt nice.
We kissed deeply, and I felt his hands pulling me closer across the divide. I whimpered slightly as Morelli started softly kissing his way down my neck. My hand started wandering across that strong chest of his, heading downwards until I could feel the increasing hardness in his lap.
Morelli started nibbling at my neck and I whimpered even more. Damn bastard knew all my weak points by now. Still, two could play at that game I thought, as I popped the button on his jeans and snaked my hand downward. Morelli rewarded me with an intake of breath as I slowly stroked his hardness. He looked at me with that fiery look of his that never fails to make me melt and started undoing the buttons on my blouse. This was getting a little bit more than necking now, but god, he felt good in my hand and this whole thing was so, so different and hot.
And then Morelli started nibbling at my nipples through my bra.
Oh my god.
That was it. Both of my hands started frantically trying to get his jeans open. He switched sides and started flicking his tongue over them as well. The slightest trace of his stubble against my increasingly hot skin did not help at all. The urgency of my mood seemed to communicate itself to Joe as well, as he sat up slightly and let me get my hands on his cock better. He took full advantage of the moment to push my bra down further and let out a low whistle before resuming.
Oh god. Something in the way we were still half dressed, but making out like two sex-crazed teenagers was driving me wild. Flashes of sheer delight were shooting directly to my nervous system with each suck or nibble or lick of my nipples now, and I could feel him in my hand, warm and throbbing now. My hand ran up and down his cock, twisting, squeezing, feel him writhe as I ran my thumb over the little slit in the head.
I just had to. I had to feel him. Pushing Morelli back in his seat, I leant forward, licked my lips and inhaled him. I pumped my mouth up and down, feeling him, tasting him, flicking my tongue over his head as I went. He writhed in the seat, and I could feel his fingers running through my hair.
“Enough!” he growled in a deep voice, and pushed me back. Quickly pulling my jeans down, he stared briefly at the soaking panties I had on, before ripping them off in one motion. “I’ll get you some more,” he said, and lined himself up with me. He thrust, and I was gasping for air.
Every motion inside me felt hot, and full of pleasure. “Oh fuck!” I screamed at one point and bit his shoulder. His pumping never stopped and I could feel myself rising to that point where -- I came. And so did Joe, as I clasped my arms around him.
There was an audible click beneath me.
Do I forget to mention we were parked on a slope?
Gravity is a bitch.
The handbrake clicked off, and my trusty SUV started rolling backwards down the hill. Morelli froze, still half-hard inside me and started to swear. That was when we hit the first car.
As we bounced off that one, he threw himself on top of me and covered me as best he could. Then we hit the second car, and the third. The last four weren’t hit as hard, but by then enough damage had been done. Car alarms were going off everywhere.
My face was flaming red. The insurance claims were going to be bad enough, but the worst thing? This is Trenton. I gave it ten minutes before someone told my mother.
“Hoo-boy,” said Grandma Mazur, poking her head through the broken side window and leering at Morelli’s bare butt, “That’s going to take a lot of cleaning up.”
See? Urban legend.
Just shoot me now please.
~Fin~