amop-series #55
A/N: I happened to write myself into a state, damn. *fidget* I hope you enjoy and thank you for the continued support.
/DEATH WARRANT/
“I have been waiting all day to fuck you,” Andrew Flynn breathed into Sharon Raydor’s right ear, his lips momentarily letting go of her pulse point to growl this particular desire before they were once again fastened onto the skin of her neck, teeth out to bite a small temporary mark.
Sharon whimpered in response and turned her head back a fraction. The whimper ebbed out and then became lost in a rushed inhalation as she clamped her fingers hard around the shirt she had untugged from his pants.
“Waiting patiently, I might add,” Andy husked letting one hand journey down from the arch of her neck and down toward the slope of her chest.
Andy unbuttoned her blazer, his fingers fiddling with the button for a prolonged moment before it slipped out and he could travel beneath the blazer, a palm against her upper ribcage. Sharon pursed her mouth and he slanted his mouth on hers at the request, consumed by the heat of kissing.
He snuck both hands down her body, one leaving the comfort of her heavy hair at her nape and the other leaving behind the edge of a clothed breast, and down they went in a caress along her side before he ended up trailing his hands up along the outside of her thighs in a hurry till he could grab her ass and hold her close. The kiss returned to the frenzy state that had been the beginning of everything when they had stumbled blindly from her elevator, limbs tangled and mouths occupied.
Andy had stopped her halfway down the hallway, bringing her flush up against the wall for a second before they had tumbled toward her front door, awkward, hurried steps to her apartment door as they tried to balance their route while engrossed in kissing and groping.
“All day?” Sharon repeated in a hitched breath, her fingers digging into the flesh at his waist without merci.
She brought him closer with a leg, her calf curled around the back of his thigh and she tilted her head with an adorable look, lips slightly apart in pleased anticipation.
“I nearly came in my pants like a damn adolescent when you shot the idiot right between the eyes,” Andy leaned down to confess in a raw voice, not caring one bit that it sounded obscene, “standing there in high heels with your bean bag gun, looking mighty fine.”
“Your aptitude for romance never ceases to astound me,” she retorted with a self-satisfied smile that only broadened, “why, you always know just what to say to me.”
“You prefer me rough-edged,” Andy kissed her bottom her lip and then sucked on it, teeth confining it till he let go.
“My own rough ruffian,” she tittered as her fingers slipped under his shirt and upwards to graze up along his chest with nails out.
“Hey, I’m pretty sure you are turned on right now,” Andy delivered back as he cupped her behind in a firm grip and then bumped his erection into her pelvis, “and romance is overrated, honey.”
“Maybe,” she breathed with a less than coy look, her dark eyes even appearing sinful when they locked on him in this way. It was a look that he felt was preserved only for him.
“Only maybe?” Andy shook his head amused at the banter, “I don’t think there’s any uncertainty on the subject, honey. You are incredibly turned on.”
“And on what do you base that assumption, officer?” she raised a playful eyebrow, a sly smile curling one side of her mouth as she regarded him.
“Well, Captain, you see it’s plain as day. Frankly everything about you tells me you are bothered. Your flushed cheeks is a sure sign for one and then there’s the quality of your tone,” Andy paused to nuzzle another kiss from her lips, momentarily lost in the feeling. When he broke free he stayed close, her lips tingling close to his.
His voice went down an octave, “Not to mention the way you breathe which I am more than familiar with in the context of our bedroom activities,” he paused again, this time to quirk an eyebrow while he trailed one hand to the front of her pants, inched in between their lower bodies. He kept his eyes on her as he made quick work of the button to her pants and then moved the zipper down next. He watched her with a sly smile that seemed to bring out a little reddish tinge on her cheekbones.
He tugged the pants a little down over her hips, his hand edging in under the material till he reached the band of her underwear. Her lips parted a fraction more when he pushed his hand under her underwear, his index finger sliding further down and then travelled along her sex.
“And honey, you are warm and wet,” his smile was deliberately smug.
Sharon hummed in response, “I guess your assumption is correct then, officer.”
Andy shrugged matter of fact and slowly trailed his finger back and forth over her folds, the underwear and pants in the way and making it hard to move much more than a fraction.
“I think you should unlock your front door pronto, Captain, because give or take two seconds I am going to want to make you come, preferable with volume and abandon.”
Sharon smiled sheepishly but she immediately twisted her torso around and started rummaging through the purse slung over her shoulder. “I appreciate your honesty,” she teased him, “and your consideration for my neighbors and whoever might accidentally walk by.”
“Yeah, don’t ever say I don’t look out for your reputation.”
That earned him an eye roll.
Andy smiled pleased with himself and then he watched as she turned around within his grasp, his hand quickly leaving her pants before it became twisted.
Armed with her apartment key, Sharon stuck the key in the lock while Andy busied himself with what was in front of him; her ass. Massaging and cupping the flesh, thinking about how damn lucky he was, tugging at the pants till they revealed more skin at the small of her back, lifting her shirt up so he could ogle. He took a step closer and then buried his nose into the back of her nape and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.
“I’m beginning to understand that if I were to plant my behind in front of you, you would be fully occupied, hmm?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Andy replied distractedly, the black underwear visible when he drew down one side of her pants, his dick throbbing when he pressed it against her.
The door opened with a click and momentum brought them stumbling through the frame, Sharon laughing merrily.
Andy smiled into her neck, his chest firmly against her back as he held onto her hips and made sure her ass was snug against his groin. He directed them further inside her apartment and easily shut the door behind him with a well-placed kick backwards while his hands crawled up till he could cup her breasts through the layer of her blouse.
“Fuck,” he growled as he pushed up against the wall inside her door, hands trailing the length of her arms and getting rid of the blazer in a hurry. The article of clothing landed somewhere in a pool at their feet and Andy delighted in the little squeal Sharon emitted when he realigned his body against hers, the noise quickly replaced with a satisfied hum.
“I’ve been so hard all day I had to start thinking about my dead grandmother so I wouldn’t end up embarrassing myself,” Andy chuckled, his hips bumping into her ass in a rhythm that was too reminiscent of an adolescent indeed.
“Andy,” she sounded partly shocked, “that’s awful.”
Andy laughed good-naturedly, “I know.”
His hands dwelled under the band of her pants and pushed the garment down, easily sliding it all the way down her legs. When he had bypassed her ass his right hand shot out and stayed on the flesh as he balanced on his knees and helped Sharon step out of the pants. She was still wearing the heels from earlier - he grinned and ran a hand up one calf, his fingers gripped around the muscles.
Sharon was trying to control her breathing but she couldn’t cover the way she sounded excited.
He ran his hand up along her inner thigh, still on his knees with one hand on one buttock.
Sharon hummed and braced one hand palm flat on the wall for balance when he ran a finger along the outside of her underwear, the feel of her folds detectable underneath.
“So when you’ve been thinking about fucking me all day, what you really mean is that you been thinking about a slow fuck,” she commented in a shaky breath, her legs coming a bit more apart. Andy watched one heel moving on the floor, the leg muscles tensing up with the movement.
“I will quicken it up at some point,” Andy told her while his hand slipped under the thin fabric of underwear, a finger caressing back and forth over her naked clit in a slow rhythm, enjoying the way her legs trembled and spread even more of their own accord. There was something about being able to feel the muscles tense underneath the hand that was on her ass, something about the way she leaned backwards toward him that excited him, “but honey, if I don’t take my sweet time I am going to come fast.”
Sharon giggled at his comment, her voice exalted.
Andy leaned in and kissed the buttock he wasn’t caressing, the skin just under the small of her spine warm upon touch. He moved over and trailed a few wet kisses on the outside, down along her hipbone.
“You’ve been planning slow torture all day, haven’t you?” her voice was amused and yet there was a hint of something breathless in it. Anticipation, he decided.
“Mmhm,” he grunted in affirmation against her skin, his teeth around the material of her underwear so he could ease it down a fraction before he let go and helped it down her legs with a bent finger instead.
“Not that I mind slow,” she breathed out into the wall, “or fast - or whatever speed you decide upon.”
Andy chuckled and watched her heeled feet step out of the black underwear, his hand this time being able to go up unobstructed and glide into wet folds, back and forth over her clit while he massaged inner thighs with his other hand.
“Good to know,” he chuckled as he craned his neck and looked up at the back of her head, the tumble of hair down her shoulders flowing when she moved her head forward to it rest her forehead on the wall.
Her hums varied the more time he spent running fingers back and forth over folds, flicking her nub, but staying clear of her entrance.
He knew she was near a peak when her voice left her altogether and he immediately pulled his hand back.
“Andy!” Sharon voiced her dissent, his name rolling off her tongue in a long drawl.
Andy couldn’t help the cheeky smile when she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, a flash of annoyance briefly to detect among other emotions.
Andy pretended innocence with an open-handed shrug, his knees protesting when he made to stand up, “What?”
She pouted, “I didn’t think you were serious about torture.”
He hummed, still feigning ignorance.
“I was a second from coming,” she told him in a puff of air that sounded petulant.
“I know,” he retorted with a chuckle and got to his feet, easily turning her around and planting his lips on hers, the kiss heated and warm.
“I will remember this the next time I suck you off,” Sharon told him when he broke from the kiss to nuzzle the skin where neck met shoulder, the threat not sounding that ominous when her pout instantly turned to appreciatory when they resumed the kiss.
Andy slapped her ass and herded her toward the bedroom, kicking off his own shoes in the process.
Sharon slipped her blouse off and then danced away from his grasp as she undid the clasp to her bra, disappearing from sight for an unbearable moment when she ducked behind the doorway into her darkened bedroom.
When Andy came into the room she was naked on the bed covers, legs spread and her own hand between her legs.
“So, you don’t need me?” he lifted an eyebrow but couldn’t contain the appreciatory smile that erupted at seeing her touch herself.
“Not if you plan on withholding orgasms,” she replied, her eyes only on him for a second before they closed and she arched her head back into the mattress, pleasure painting her features lighter.
Andy undid his tie and approached the bed, “Scoot up.”
She obeyed with a moan and her fingers stopped at working herself up.
“Do you mind if I tie you up?” Andy asked her, dangling his tie in one hand while he ran the other along her outstretched body, hip to breast, tweaking a nipple.
She shook her head, arms coming up without prodding and her wrists held together when she held them out for him.
Andy laced one end of his tie around one wrist, turning a knot around her hand and then slipping another knot around her other wrist.
Her breasts bounced a bit when he placed her hands back on the mattress, her arms stretched above her, torso arched.
Andy walked slowly back to the foot of the bed, taking his time simply watching her.
She tried to hide a smile, teeth keeping her bottom lip in place but otherwise she did not move, silent and curious as she watched him back.
Andy took out the little red bean bag he had kept in his pocket of his pants, turning the thing in one hand before he placed it on the flat surface between her breasts.
Sharon arched one eyebrow and then commented, “You kept it.”
Andy nodded and began to undress, “A memorabilia to remind me to not piss you off.”
She shook her head, a bemused smirk, “And now?”
“Now,” he grinned, “now, I will grant you all the orgasms you desire. However my red token better still be where it is,” he told her both hands on her knees and travelling upwards.
“I can keep still,” Sharon replied around a smile.
“Well, that remains to be seen, Captain,” Andy smiled and then ghosted his mouth across her inner thigh before his lips landed on her clit.
…
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/DEATH WARRANT/
“I have been waiting all day to fuck you,” Andrew Flynn breathed into Sharon Raydor’s right ear, his lips momentarily letting go of her pulse point to growl this particular desire before they were once again fastened onto the skin of her neck, teeth out to bite a small temporary mark.
Sharon whimpered in response and turned her head back a fraction. The whimper ebbed out and then became lost in a rushed inhalation as she clamped her fingers hard around the shirt she had untugged from his pants.
“Waiting patiently, I might add,” Andy husked letting one hand journey down from the arch of her neck and down toward the slope of her chest.
Andy unbuttoned her blazer, his fingers fiddling with the button for a prolonged moment before it slipped out and he could travel beneath the blazer, a palm against her upper ribcage. Sharon pursed her mouth and he slanted his mouth on hers at the request, consumed by the heat of kissing.
He snuck both hands down her body, one leaving the comfort of her heavy hair at her nape and the other leaving behind the edge of a clothed breast, and down they went in a caress along her side before he ended up trailing his hands up along the outside of her thighs in a hurry till he could grab her ass and hold her close. The kiss returned to the frenzy state that had been the beginning of everything when they had stumbled blindly from her elevator, limbs tangled and mouths occupied.
Andy had stopped her halfway down the hallway, bringing her flush up against the wall for a second before they had tumbled toward her front door, awkward, hurried steps to her apartment door as they tried to balance their route while engrossed in kissing and groping.
“All day?” Sharon repeated in a hitched breath, her fingers digging into the flesh at his waist without merci.
She brought him closer with a leg, her calf curled around the back of his thigh and she tilted her head with an adorable look, lips slightly apart in pleased anticipation.
“I nearly came in my pants like a damn adolescent when you shot the idiot right between the eyes,” Andy leaned down to confess in a raw voice, not caring one bit that it sounded obscene, “standing there in high heels with your bean bag gun, looking mighty fine.”
“Your aptitude for romance never ceases to astound me,” she retorted with a self-satisfied smile that only broadened, “why, you always know just what to say to me.”
“You prefer me rough-edged,” Andy kissed her bottom her lip and then sucked on it, teeth confining it till he let go.
“My own rough ruffian,” she tittered as her fingers slipped under his shirt and upwards to graze up along his chest with nails out.
“Hey, I’m pretty sure you are turned on right now,” Andy delivered back as he cupped her behind in a firm grip and then bumped his erection into her pelvis, “and romance is overrated, honey.”
“Maybe,” she breathed with a less than coy look, her dark eyes even appearing sinful when they locked on him in this way. It was a look that he felt was preserved only for him.
“Only maybe?” Andy shook his head amused at the banter, “I don’t think there’s any uncertainty on the subject, honey. You are incredibly turned on.”
“And on what do you base that assumption, officer?” she raised a playful eyebrow, a sly smile curling one side of her mouth as she regarded him.
“Well, Captain, you see it’s plain as day. Frankly everything about you tells me you are bothered. Your flushed cheeks is a sure sign for one and then there’s the quality of your tone,” Andy paused to nuzzle another kiss from her lips, momentarily lost in the feeling. When he broke free he stayed close, her lips tingling close to his.
His voice went down an octave, “Not to mention the way you breathe which I am more than familiar with in the context of our bedroom activities,” he paused again, this time to quirk an eyebrow while he trailed one hand to the front of her pants, inched in between their lower bodies. He kept his eyes on her as he made quick work of the button to her pants and then moved the zipper down next. He watched her with a sly smile that seemed to bring out a little reddish tinge on her cheekbones.
He tugged the pants a little down over her hips, his hand edging in under the material till he reached the band of her underwear. Her lips parted a fraction more when he pushed his hand under her underwear, his index finger sliding further down and then travelled along her sex.
“And honey, you are warm and wet,” his smile was deliberately smug.
Sharon hummed in response, “I guess your assumption is correct then, officer.”
Andy shrugged matter of fact and slowly trailed his finger back and forth over her folds, the underwear and pants in the way and making it hard to move much more than a fraction.
“I think you should unlock your front door pronto, Captain, because give or take two seconds I am going to want to make you come, preferable with volume and abandon.”
Sharon smiled sheepishly but she immediately twisted her torso around and started rummaging through the purse slung over her shoulder. “I appreciate your honesty,” she teased him, “and your consideration for my neighbors and whoever might accidentally walk by.”
“Yeah, don’t ever say I don’t look out for your reputation.”
That earned him an eye roll.
Andy smiled pleased with himself and then he watched as she turned around within his grasp, his hand quickly leaving her pants before it became twisted.
Armed with her apartment key, Sharon stuck the key in the lock while Andy busied himself with what was in front of him; her ass. Massaging and cupping the flesh, thinking about how damn lucky he was, tugging at the pants till they revealed more skin at the small of her back, lifting her shirt up so he could ogle. He took a step closer and then buried his nose into the back of her nape and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.
“I’m beginning to understand that if I were to plant my behind in front of you, you would be fully occupied, hmm?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Andy replied distractedly, the black underwear visible when he drew down one side of her pants, his dick throbbing when he pressed it against her.
The door opened with a click and momentum brought them stumbling through the frame, Sharon laughing merrily.
Andy smiled into her neck, his chest firmly against her back as he held onto her hips and made sure her ass was snug against his groin. He directed them further inside her apartment and easily shut the door behind him with a well-placed kick backwards while his hands crawled up till he could cup her breasts through the layer of her blouse.
“Fuck,” he growled as he pushed up against the wall inside her door, hands trailing the length of her arms and getting rid of the blazer in a hurry. The article of clothing landed somewhere in a pool at their feet and Andy delighted in the little squeal Sharon emitted when he realigned his body against hers, the noise quickly replaced with a satisfied hum.
“I’ve been so hard all day I had to start thinking about my dead grandmother so I wouldn’t end up embarrassing myself,” Andy chuckled, his hips bumping into her ass in a rhythm that was too reminiscent of an adolescent indeed.
“Andy,” she sounded partly shocked, “that’s awful.”
Andy laughed good-naturedly, “I know.”
His hands dwelled under the band of her pants and pushed the garment down, easily sliding it all the way down her legs. When he had bypassed her ass his right hand shot out and stayed on the flesh as he balanced on his knees and helped Sharon step out of the pants. She was still wearing the heels from earlier - he grinned and ran a hand up one calf, his fingers gripped around the muscles.
Sharon was trying to control her breathing but she couldn’t cover the way she sounded excited.
He ran his hand up along her inner thigh, still on his knees with one hand on one buttock.
Sharon hummed and braced one hand palm flat on the wall for balance when he ran a finger along the outside of her underwear, the feel of her folds detectable underneath.
“So when you’ve been thinking about fucking me all day, what you really mean is that you been thinking about a slow fuck,” she commented in a shaky breath, her legs coming a bit more apart. Andy watched one heel moving on the floor, the leg muscles tensing up with the movement.
“I will quicken it up at some point,” Andy told her while his hand slipped under the thin fabric of underwear, a finger caressing back and forth over her naked clit in a slow rhythm, enjoying the way her legs trembled and spread even more of their own accord. There was something about being able to feel the muscles tense underneath the hand that was on her ass, something about the way she leaned backwards toward him that excited him, “but honey, if I don’t take my sweet time I am going to come fast.”
Sharon giggled at his comment, her voice exalted.
Andy leaned in and kissed the buttock he wasn’t caressing, the skin just under the small of her spine warm upon touch. He moved over and trailed a few wet kisses on the outside, down along her hipbone.
“You’ve been planning slow torture all day, haven’t you?” her voice was amused and yet there was a hint of something breathless in it. Anticipation, he decided.
“Mmhm,” he grunted in affirmation against her skin, his teeth around the material of her underwear so he could ease it down a fraction before he let go and helped it down her legs with a bent finger instead.
“Not that I mind slow,” she breathed out into the wall, “or fast - or whatever speed you decide upon.”
Andy chuckled and watched her heeled feet step out of the black underwear, his hand this time being able to go up unobstructed and glide into wet folds, back and forth over her clit while he massaged inner thighs with his other hand.
“Good to know,” he chuckled as he craned his neck and looked up at the back of her head, the tumble of hair down her shoulders flowing when she moved her head forward to it rest her forehead on the wall.
Her hums varied the more time he spent running fingers back and forth over folds, flicking her nub, but staying clear of her entrance.
He knew she was near a peak when her voice left her altogether and he immediately pulled his hand back.
“Andy!” Sharon voiced her dissent, his name rolling off her tongue in a long drawl.
Andy couldn’t help the cheeky smile when she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, a flash of annoyance briefly to detect among other emotions.
Andy pretended innocence with an open-handed shrug, his knees protesting when he made to stand up, “What?”
She pouted, “I didn’t think you were serious about torture.”
He hummed, still feigning ignorance.
“I was a second from coming,” she told him in a puff of air that sounded petulant.
“I know,” he retorted with a chuckle and got to his feet, easily turning her around and planting his lips on hers, the kiss heated and warm.
“I will remember this the next time I suck you off,” Sharon told him when he broke from the kiss to nuzzle the skin where neck met shoulder, the threat not sounding that ominous when her pout instantly turned to appreciatory when they resumed the kiss.
Andy slapped her ass and herded her toward the bedroom, kicking off his own shoes in the process.
Sharon slipped her blouse off and then danced away from his grasp as she undid the clasp to her bra, disappearing from sight for an unbearable moment when she ducked behind the doorway into her darkened bedroom.
When Andy came into the room she was naked on the bed covers, legs spread and her own hand between her legs.
“So, you don’t need me?” he lifted an eyebrow but couldn’t contain the appreciatory smile that erupted at seeing her touch herself.
“Not if you plan on withholding orgasms,” she replied, her eyes only on him for a second before they closed and she arched her head back into the mattress, pleasure painting her features lighter.
Andy undid his tie and approached the bed, “Scoot up.”
She obeyed with a moan and her fingers stopped at working herself up.
“Do you mind if I tie you up?” Andy asked her, dangling his tie in one hand while he ran the other along her outstretched body, hip to breast, tweaking a nipple.
She shook her head, arms coming up without prodding and her wrists held together when she held them out for him.
Andy laced one end of his tie around one wrist, turning a knot around her hand and then slipping another knot around her other wrist.
Her breasts bounced a bit when he placed her hands back on the mattress, her arms stretched above her, torso arched.
Andy walked slowly back to the foot of the bed, taking his time simply watching her.
She tried to hide a smile, teeth keeping her bottom lip in place but otherwise she did not move, silent and curious as she watched him back.
Andy took out the little red bean bag he had kept in his pocket of his pants, turning the thing in one hand before he placed it on the flat surface between her breasts.
Sharon arched one eyebrow and then commented, “You kept it.”
Andy nodded and began to undress, “A memorabilia to remind me to not piss you off.”
She shook her head, a bemused smirk, “And now?”
“Now,” he grinned, “now, I will grant you all the orgasms you desire. However my red token better still be where it is,” he told her both hands on her knees and travelling upwards.
“I can keep still,” Sharon replied around a smile.
“Well, that remains to be seen, Captain,” Andy smiled and then ghosted his mouth across her inner thigh before his lips landed on her clit.
…
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