For just_muse_me - 5.8.5 - Picture Prompt
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She was back in Manhattan for her monthly dinner with her father. Only she wasn’t. She hadn’t seen her father. What she had done was bring Riley with her and proceed to debauch every surface of the hotel room. It was much more fun sharing the trip with her boyfriend she decided.
He was her boyfriend, right? Evie turned her head as he sucked on the soft flesh of her neck as she tried to think. Her brain was having trouble though, and she kind of knew it was more than just Riley between her legs that was doing it. She wasn’t supposed to be thinking right now anyway.
They’d known each other for about a month and a half, and Evie had never been so in love. She cried out as he drove into her, her blonde curls falling into her face as she panted and squeezed her thighs around him. Right now they were working on dirtying up the end table by the door. They’d even called room service moments before so they were on a timetable, but the thrill of being caught seemed to be spurring them on.
Or maybe it was just spurring Evie on. She didn’t really care as Riley’s lips found hers and his tongue slid over hers as his hands pushed her skirt up even further. She gripped the hem of his scrubs top and tugged it up and over his head. Her fingers skated over his torso, his body skinner than it had been when she first met him. But that was okay. She still wanted him, still needed him, and oh God right there…
Evie’s mouth pressed against the back of Riley’s neck, her hot breath puffing against his skin as her hand worked its way beneath the bed covers, her slender fingers dragging up the inside of his thigh as she hooked her leg around one of his and brought herself up against him.
…Riley was smirking, his green eyes looking at her as his fingers dipped between her slick folds. Now they were on the sofa, her skirt still pushed up around her hips as Riley knelt over her and worked on getting her off. Her own hand was wrapped around his cock, a condom in place so that he didn’t have to worry, didn’t have to be scared. And his face… his beautiful face as she watched him…
She sucked softly on his ear, and her hand rubbed against his cock through his faded track pants. She whimpered quietly as she kept her eyes shut, lost in her fantasy. His name escaped her lips in a needy moan and she only woke up when his hand clasped hers and he started to turn in bed so he could face her. Evie didn’t stop though; she kept working him to hardness, and grinned triumphantly as his hips bucked in response and Riley’s mouth closed over hers. His hands pushed up under her camisole and she thought that this was better than any damn fantasy.
Evie Miller (OC)
House, M.D.
Words: 505
pullmysteth seduced with permission
She was back in Manhattan for her monthly dinner with her father. Only she wasn’t. She hadn’t seen her father. What she had done was bring Riley with her and proceed to debauch every surface of the hotel room. It was much more fun sharing the trip with her boyfriend she decided.
He was her boyfriend, right? Evie turned her head as he sucked on the soft flesh of her neck as she tried to think. Her brain was having trouble though, and she kind of knew it was more than just Riley between her legs that was doing it. She wasn’t supposed to be thinking right now anyway.
They’d known each other for about a month and a half, and Evie had never been so in love. She cried out as he drove into her, her blonde curls falling into her face as she panted and squeezed her thighs around him. Right now they were working on dirtying up the end table by the door. They’d even called room service moments before so they were on a timetable, but the thrill of being caught seemed to be spurring them on.
Or maybe it was just spurring Evie on. She didn’t really care as Riley’s lips found hers and his tongue slid over hers as his hands pushed her skirt up even further. She gripped the hem of his scrubs top and tugged it up and over his head. Her fingers skated over his torso, his body skinner than it had been when she first met him. But that was okay. She still wanted him, still needed him, and oh God right there…
Evie’s mouth pressed against the back of Riley’s neck, her hot breath puffing against his skin as her hand worked its way beneath the bed covers, her slender fingers dragging up the inside of his thigh as she hooked her leg around one of his and brought herself up against him.
…Riley was smirking, his green eyes looking at her as his fingers dipped between her slick folds. Now they were on the sofa, her skirt still pushed up around her hips as Riley knelt over her and worked on getting her off. Her own hand was wrapped around his cock, a condom in place so that he didn’t have to worry, didn’t have to be scared. And his face… his beautiful face as she watched him…
She sucked softly on his ear, and her hand rubbed against his cock through his faded track pants. She whimpered quietly as she kept her eyes shut, lost in her fantasy. His name escaped her lips in a needy moan and she only woke up when his hand clasped hers and he started to turn in bed so he could face her. Evie didn’t stop though; she kept working him to hardness, and grinned triumphantly as his hips bucked in response and Riley’s mouth closed over hers. His hands pushed up under her camisole and she thought that this was better than any damn fantasy.
Evie Miller (OC)
House, M.D.
Words: 505
pullmysteth seduced with permission