fic: RPS: More Than I'd Have Thought to Ask For (1/1)
Title: More Than I'd Have Thought to Ask For (But Everything I Wanted)
Author: Havenward
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: JDM/Christian Kane/Steve Carlson/Samantha Ferris
Rating: NC17 (voyeurism, threesome)
Words: 837
Note: For amara_m, written the other day in chat in order to cheer her up and distract her. She was so pleased by it that it made other people wanna see... And it actually had a halfway decent word count for being PWP! Also? I am still writing presents. But I couldn't not cheer her up.
Summary: Sam knows she shouldn't, but she wants it too much
It isn't that she hadn't meant to come here, it's just that she thought when she'd gotten into the cab that she'd talked herself out of it. It's a bad idea, all around, she knows it. But she isn't particularly surprised when the cab pulls up in front of his hotel instead of hers. She could have left even then, she could have, but instead of giving the cabbie new instructions she pays him, her feet already out the door.
She glides through the foyer like she owns the place, all confidence, and it isn't until she's on the elevator that she starts to question herself again. She doesn't get off though, even when other people get on and she could, instead just rides all the way up, holding her breath until she finds herself at his door.
Not that anyone answers when she knocks. She curses herself for forgetting about the boys. They'd walked up right when she needed to leave, all hungry heat behind their eyes. The thought sends a shiver up her spine, but obviously she isn't --
"Sam?"
It's Jeff's voice she hears, but it's Steven she sees first, pressed against the wall, his shirt already undone to reveal tanned skin already covered in a sheen of sweat like he'd already received some -but not enough- attention. His eyes slide over to her and he smiles in way of greeting even as he rolls his hips up. Christian leans into him with a mixture of drunkenness and lust, too distracted by those hips to notice Sam just yet, his mouth finding the soft spot under Steve's jaw while one hand goes for the button on his fly.
Jeff is behind them, one hand low on Steve's back, close enough to Chris that she can imagine they were pressed together in the elevator, maybe even tripping over each other as they walked, too busy biting at each other's mouths to care.
But his eyes are on her, on her lips, on the dip of her cleavage, on the curve of her hips and where they meet. It makes her flush, makes her want, and she licks her lips as she turns to face him properly. "Jeff. Boys."
She isn't sure if she was expecting a greeting, if she thought the three would need to come to a consensus. If she'd need to be invited. But suddenly Jeff is just there, hands tangling in her hair as he pins her to the wall, licking his way into her mouth, and she thinks that maybe if she'd worn a skirt tonight he'd be inside of her already.
Someone gets the door open, and somehow the four of them make it inside without falling, though they don't get as far as the bed before someone has pressed in behind her to pull off her shirt. She loses track of whose hands are where, whose mouth is on her, until her bra and jeans are gone and she finds herself riding Christian's fingers, grinding back into him as Steven sucks a nipple into his mouth and tries in vain to undo Chris' buckle. Sam opens her eyes to see Jeff, already nude, stroking himself as he watches them.
She arches her back, her eyes never leaving Jeff's as she reaches behind her, helping to undo Chris' belt and push the jeans down, purring when she feels his cock come free to press against her. Using Steve as leverage she rises up and shifts down to slide onto Christian, reveling in the growl that reverberates through the both of them, in the way he grips her hips to hold her in place as he presses deeper. And still she looks at Jeff.
Biting her lip she presses Steven down, tangling her fingers in his hair as she draws him closer, pressing his face to where Chris slides into her and holding him there. She can't help the moan that bubbles up out of her when he licks eagerly, tongue sliding over them both, and he slides a hand up her thighs until he can thumb her clit.
She writhes between them, eyes fluttering closed at last when Christian's lips find her neck, when one hand cups her breast, clever fingers twisting and flicking the nipple. But she's no less aware of Jeff watching them, of the way he strokes himself, one thumb sliding over the head. Of the way Steven rocks into her, obviously touching himself as well. Of the way Christian is starting to lose his rhythm as he pants against her skin.
Steve comes first, and it's the way he shudders between her thighs and the smell of come filling her senses, the way he groans against her that finally tips her over the edge. Her toes curl and she bucks, crying out as the world turns to white. Chris isn't far behind, filling her as she tightens around him. But it isn't until she's whimpering, Christian cursing, from the way Steve is still licking, lapping up the come from where Christian is still inside her that Jeff comes.
Author: Havenward
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: JDM/Christian Kane/Steve Carlson/Samantha Ferris
Rating: NC17 (voyeurism, threesome)
Words: 837
Note: For amara_m, written the other day in chat in order to cheer her up and distract her. She was so pleased by it that it made other people wanna see... And it actually had a halfway decent word count for being PWP! Also? I am still writing presents. But I couldn't not cheer her up.
Summary: Sam knows she shouldn't, but she wants it too much
It isn't that she hadn't meant to come here, it's just that she thought when she'd gotten into the cab that she'd talked herself out of it. It's a bad idea, all around, she knows it. But she isn't particularly surprised when the cab pulls up in front of his hotel instead of hers. She could have left even then, she could have, but instead of giving the cabbie new instructions she pays him, her feet already out the door.
She glides through the foyer like she owns the place, all confidence, and it isn't until she's on the elevator that she starts to question herself again. She doesn't get off though, even when other people get on and she could, instead just rides all the way up, holding her breath until she finds herself at his door.
Not that anyone answers when she knocks. She curses herself for forgetting about the boys. They'd walked up right when she needed to leave, all hungry heat behind their eyes. The thought sends a shiver up her spine, but obviously she isn't --
"Sam?"
It's Jeff's voice she hears, but it's Steven she sees first, pressed against the wall, his shirt already undone to reveal tanned skin already covered in a sheen of sweat like he'd already received some -but not enough- attention. His eyes slide over to her and he smiles in way of greeting even as he rolls his hips up. Christian leans into him with a mixture of drunkenness and lust, too distracted by those hips to notice Sam just yet, his mouth finding the soft spot under Steve's jaw while one hand goes for the button on his fly.
Jeff is behind them, one hand low on Steve's back, close enough to Chris that she can imagine they were pressed together in the elevator, maybe even tripping over each other as they walked, too busy biting at each other's mouths to care.
But his eyes are on her, on her lips, on the dip of her cleavage, on the curve of her hips and where they meet. It makes her flush, makes her want, and she licks her lips as she turns to face him properly. "Jeff. Boys."
She isn't sure if she was expecting a greeting, if she thought the three would need to come to a consensus. If she'd need to be invited. But suddenly Jeff is just there, hands tangling in her hair as he pins her to the wall, licking his way into her mouth, and she thinks that maybe if she'd worn a skirt tonight he'd be inside of her already.
Someone gets the door open, and somehow the four of them make it inside without falling, though they don't get as far as the bed before someone has pressed in behind her to pull off her shirt. She loses track of whose hands are where, whose mouth is on her, until her bra and jeans are gone and she finds herself riding Christian's fingers, grinding back into him as Steven sucks a nipple into his mouth and tries in vain to undo Chris' buckle. Sam opens her eyes to see Jeff, already nude, stroking himself as he watches them.
She arches her back, her eyes never leaving Jeff's as she reaches behind her, helping to undo Chris' belt and push the jeans down, purring when she feels his cock come free to press against her. Using Steve as leverage she rises up and shifts down to slide onto Christian, reveling in the growl that reverberates through the both of them, in the way he grips her hips to hold her in place as he presses deeper. And still she looks at Jeff.
Biting her lip she presses Steven down, tangling her fingers in his hair as she draws him closer, pressing his face to where Chris slides into her and holding him there. She can't help the moan that bubbles up out of her when he licks eagerly, tongue sliding over them both, and he slides a hand up her thighs until he can thumb her clit.
She writhes between them, eyes fluttering closed at last when Christian's lips find her neck, when one hand cups her breast, clever fingers twisting and flicking the nipple. But she's no less aware of Jeff watching them, of the way he strokes himself, one thumb sliding over the head. Of the way Steven rocks into her, obviously touching himself as well. Of the way Christian is starting to lose his rhythm as he pants against her skin.
Steve comes first, and it's the way he shudders between her thighs and the smell of come filling her senses, the way he groans against her that finally tips her over the edge. Her toes curl and she bucks, crying out as the world turns to white. Chris isn't far behind, filling her as she tightens around him. But it isn't until she's whimpering, Christian cursing, from the way Steve is still licking, lapping up the come from where Christian is still inside her that Jeff comes.