random ] [ for Dr. McCoy
[She hovers near his ear, working her thighs apart as she rocks down against him again.]
You want to talk about teasing... [Her mouth curved up into a smirk as the center seam of her jeans rubbed against her just right.
Her words dropped to barely an audible whisper, picking up the start of her sentence.] I'm already wet.
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Oh, Jesus.
[He arches his hips up to rub against her more firmly, trying to get some of that friction for himself, face set somewhere between a determined line and a scowl.]
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[She stays close to his ear, exhaling softly as her hand maps down his side and presses beneath her thighs to rub against him, granting him that firm contact he was seeking out.]
Should I make you come... just like this? [Her hand works against him, pressing with purpose against him trapped in his jeans.]
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Uh - make me come in my pants like a goddamned teenager? Please. I'm too - too old for that sort of shit.
[Despite his words, he doesn't seem too inclined to stop humping her; it feels too good to stop.]
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[She doesn't stop her hand either. If anything, she just keeps it up, letting the edges of her fingernails rake down the denim, making the fabric vibrate slightly to the tips of her fingers, which she can only imagine is echoed against him slightly.]
You aren't too old. [She corrects him, because don't tell a twenty-five year old that the man she's fucking is too old.
Her hand works against him until she moves to open the fly of his jeans, popping the button and tugging the zipper. Her hand slips in, beneath denim, beneath the thin cotton of his boxers and finds him with a brush of her fingertips. Her palm moves to press against him directly. No barrier between him and her hand.]
How 'bout I make you come in my hand... [She whispers just as seductively before she moves her mouth to reclaim his in a hard kiss.]
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Shit.
[He decides to let the correction go, even though he is too old to be doing anything like a teenager. Hell, getting to relive his college days - sort of - when he was at Starfleet Academy was a reminder that he was too old for most of that shit even then.
When she takes him in hand, he arches up, moaning into her mouth as he tries to get more of that. His hands clench and grab uselessly at the air, trying to get a hold of her.]
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[She listens to the sound of the headboard rocking against his efforts to move his hands. Smirking against his mouth she just rubs her hand along his length slower. Fingertips brush over the tip of his head, then rub beneath that sensitive ridge before returning to that slow stroke.]
Fuck, I love making you hard. [She murmurs it against his mouth before her tongue teases against his bottom lip.]
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I kinda like it when you make me hard.
[He bites at her lower lip, another moan escaping into her mouth as he grinds up against her.]
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[She hums in appreciation against his mouth, contemplating just keeping this up for a while. However, he had other requests.
With a soft sigh of regret, she slips her hand out of his pants and parts her mouth from his, slipping off of the bed and moving toward the dresser. She glances over at him once she has the another scarf in her hand.]
You are quite the sight. [Returning to the side of the bed, she unzips her jeans and pushes them down her legs until she can step out of them. Her fingers tuck into her panties, peeling them off of herself before moving to straddle him once more. She manages to center herself over his boxers, feeling the teeth of the metal zipper from his jeans rub against her inner thighs. With a slow deliberate rocking motion she glances to him.]
You better look now, because... [Her hands lift up the scarf, tugging it taut for a moment.] This is your last glance.
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[He totally doesn't whimper when she pulls away. Nope, not him; that's not how he does. His hands do strain at the bonds again as he tries to grab her, and as she undresses, there's a desperate, almost greedy look in her eyes.]
I'm lookin'. Trust me, I'm lookin'. Don't think you could pay me enough not to look.
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[She threads the scarf through her fingers as she rocks down against him, feeling him so much better now that the only thing between him and her is the thin cotton of his boxers. Leaning forward, she kisses him hard. Tongue forcing its way into his mouth, exploring with a languid path into the recesses of his mouth. She pulls away just as suddenly as she'd met to his mouth, but stays close.
The scarf gets set lightly over his eyes, then ghosts down over the bridge of his nose, toward the tip. The teasing motion repeats a few times before she finally settles it over his eyes and winds it around to the back of his head, tying it into place.]
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[It feels like the kiss only lasts for a second, so he's straining after her when she pulls away, eyes dark with want, trying to get more of that, now, please. He barely gets warning enough to close his eyes before she wraps the blindfold over them, and the darkness is almost absolute. There's tiny pinpricks of light through the blindfold, just enough to know there is light but not enough to focus.]
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[Her hands plant beside his shoulders, framing him as she uses that purchase for leverage, just rocking herself down against him. It's a seductive roll of her body, her center aligned so that he fits between her.]
Do you want more? [She asks before leaning in close to him, brushing her mouth barely over his before she pulls it away. Her hands move to twist her hair up into a loose knot, trying to ensure it doesn't give away where her mouth is.]
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[He's rocking up beneath her, trying to get that friction, eyes moving beneath the blindfold to try and get a bead on her.]
'Course I want more; I always want more. What kinda question is that?
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[She sits up straight, letting her hips rock in a circular motion over him, her hands moving to try and tie her hair up better than that lose knot, since it was not going to work.]
It's an important question. One I like to hear the answer to.
[Once her hair is secure, she leans down, letting her tongue flick over his nipple, the warmth of her breath pressing to his skin as she exhales. Pressing her tongue to a tip she circles around it, teasing it to a hard peak.]
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Ah, shit, Jo -
[His breaths are ragged as he bucks up beneath her, the feel of her tongue ten times more intense since he can't see. He's still looking around blindly, but to no avail.]
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Yes? [She breathed out the word against his skin as she moved away from is chest and then lifted up so she was pressed just to her knees. Hovering over him, she slipped her hand into his boxers, through the front opening that had been moved all about from her rubbing herself against him.
Pulling his erection free, she let her palm rub along it, before settling herself atop him again, not putting all her weight there, but holding him in her hand and against the slick heat between her thighs. Letting the tip of him part through her folds and take on the heat of her.]
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Oh, dammit -
[He's breathless, needy, groaning softly beneath her as he squirms, trying to get more of that slick hot friction of her core.]
Dammit, Jo -
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[Her hand holds him tight against her, rocking her hips along the length of him.]
Might have to do something about that mouth of yours.
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Oh, yeah? You got a plan for that?
[If you could see his eyes, he'd be staring at you, challenging you. Because he doesn't know when to stop.]
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[She hums in the affirmative in response to that, leaning forward and teasing her mouth over his, pulling away before he can get a hold of her in any way, shape, or form.]
I do. [Her mouth lowers onto his skin again, plying open-mouth, wet kisses to his chest, teasing over a nipple before releasing his cock from her hand and continuing downward as she moves to tug his pants and boxers to his ankles. Every so often she peppers his skin with kisses, avoiding the main area, but meeting to his knee, thigh and shins before she moves off the bed completely, leaving him there stripped and aroused. She'll be right back.]