amop-series #64
/THE LAST WORD/
“Fuck.”
Andrew Flynn was more than dead certain that there was no sound as exquisite as Sharon Raydor on the exalted brink of coming. Whether the woman was on top of him, her breasts bouncing in his face or whether she was writhing beneath him, her hands in his hair or even when she was on all fours, pushing her behind more firmly back like now, there was a very distinct and familiar pattern of sounds when she was mere seconds from clamping down hard on his dick.
Hell, she sounded just like that now.
Sure enough, she came with a high-pitched moan that wrapped around him as surely as her inner walls.
“That good?” Andy panted in question, mindful that he was still sliding in and out of her, his own orgasm yet to make an appearance.
“Shh,” she shushed at him, her voice so breathless she sounded dizzy.
Sharon made another keening sound, her back flexing and then her arms went up above her head, her forehead on the mattress as well and her ass pushed more firmly up and back.
Andy grunted in response as he enjoyed the slick feeling of friction, in and out, his hands balanced on her hips.
“I fucked you speechless, is that it?” Andy rumbled between his own labored breaths, his groin coiling with tension to the tip of his penis.
“Would that make you feel better?” Sharon asked with a snort, the tone suspiciously amused.
“It sure would,” Andy flippantly retorted, his eyes on the expanse of her spine.
“Well, lieutenant Flynn, I’m sorry to burst your bubble,” she gave a deliberate pause, her hips pushing backwards, “I’m still fully capable of speaking.”
Andy could still detect the underlying smugness in her tone, even if it was muffled from behind her hair and the mattress,
“Now, please, speed up honey,” she giggled in a command, “we haven’t got all night.”
“Oh heck, I shouldn’t have popped a pill then,” Andy smiled at the back of her head, his fingers tightened around the skin on her waist. “I could go all night, you know.”
She stilled and then gave him a backwards glance, her expression mostly hidden, “Oh please - you haven’t popped anything.”
“What if I had?”
She grunted and it sounded disgruntled.
Andy patted her behind affectionately, “I thought you wanted slow? You specifically told me you wanted slow tonight, remember?”
“That was hours ago,” she dryly commented, “and more of a challenge.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll speed up then,” Andy grumbled good-naturedly and then quickly hastened his rhythm, his hands clasped hard around her waist to balance himself.
The fast action only propelled forth more excited sounds from Sharon, the tumble of her hair moving as she started moving along with him, backing up and meeting him. Andy grunted back, his knees starting to feel numb. She was grinding back against him and the feeling was delirious; too amazing to even consider moving his legs into a more comfortable position. No, Andy kept the position and rhythm, intensely focused on his own pleasure.
By the time Andy had worked up quite a sweat, Sharon came a second time around him and this time he came with her, his own voice drowning hers out.
“Hell,” he groaned as he nearly collapsed on top of her, his legs shaking from exertion.
Sliding out of her and bracing his weight with a hand to the mattress he watched her turn around, the smile on her lips lazy and satisfied.
“I feel I should award you for the multiple orgasms,” her mouth twisted into a sly smile.
Andy grimaced, “You should, tomorrow.”
Her smile turned broader and she cupped his cheek, “I love you.”
Andy smiled back and then he rearranged himself, landing on his back with an exhausted grunt.
For a moment he simply stared at her ceiling, his body still in a post orgasmic haze. He reached out to Sharon, his hand landing on her bare skin. She nuzzled closer to him, on her side now and one leg draped over his. When Andy turned his head to regard her, she was studying him with her head in her hand and her elbow up. Her cheeks were blushing with warmth and her lips were swollen from a long night of kissing.
“So?” her mouth twitched into a satisfied smile.
Andy looked up at the bedroom ceiling again and then breathed out, “So what?”
Sharon laughed, “Oh, honey. Are you all spent now?”
“Damn sure,” Andy chuckled, “I think I might be ready to collect my pension now. You wore me out.”
Sharon caressed his jaw and then placed a soft kiss to his cheek, “You want to retire so you can dedicate long-sex-marathons to me? You can stay at home, hmm, and cook me dinner.”
“Sure,” Andy replied back and then turned his head, immediately distracted as his eyes zeroed in on her breasts, “That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“I think you wore yourself out,” Sharon smiled.
“Hmm,” Andy managed to reply, still sidetracked by the naked chest in front of him. Andy turned to his side as well and for a moment he looked up and caught Sharon’s amusing gaze and then he quickly looked down again, sweeping one breast up in one hand, caressing the nipple with his thumb.
Sharon sighed in contentment.
After a brief silence where Andy was occupied by touching her breasts, Sharon spoke again.
“So?” she repeated her earlier word, this time expounding upon her question, “what exactly prompted this lovely night?”
“Hmm?” Andy looked up.
Sharon rolled her eyes.
Andy grinned and tweaked a nipple, “Do I need a reason to want to make love to you? Other than the fact that you are gorgeous?”
She rolled her eyes again, “Absolutely not.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
She smiled shyly, “You were different, tonight I mean,” she paused and her bottom lip went under her teeth for a second. “Something was different tonight - you seem, I don’t know, at ease.”
“Different? How different?” Andy corked an eyebrow.
“Different good,” she clarified with a secretive smile, “different, as in oh, I don’t know. It just felt different.”
Andy mused it over, “Hmm - well, I have started working out a bit more.” He grinned, “Better stamina, huh.”
Sharon laughed and then she brought him closer with a hand under his jaw and her mouth close to his. The kiss was slow and drew his breath away.
Andy grinned and then snuck closer to her as well kissing her again after the first one had ended, deepening it. She tasted faintly of salt and lemon. He slid own leg between hers, his thigh up high sliding between the junction of her thighs.
Sharon compressed her mouth at the action but Andy could still hear the moan reverberating from her throat.
“I think I feel less frustrated now,” Andy whispered against the edge of her mouth, thinking back to the hectic period that was thankfully over now; the leak in his division had been discovered and he had forgiven Gabriel to a degree, the chief had retired and he had sorta gotten used to that as well; sort of being heavily emphasized. It was a transition period.
“Mmm,” Sharon hummed, “maybe that is it.”
After a brief pause spent languidly kissing and touching Sharon’s breasts, playing with the two bundles and nipples, Andy spoke again, “I have too much time on my hands, you know.”
“You do?” her look was full of disbelief, “I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, you better believe it. Compared to the chief, Provenza is not exactly actively looking for murder cases, now is he?”
“It hasn’t even been a week yet,” Sharon said her expression suddenly blank and her voice carefully modulated. She was studying him again, this time it was just impossible to say what she was thinking.
“Well, the poor guy is buried in paperwork so he can’t very well drag me to his usual shindigs. I have a lot of free time on my hands, after work I mean.”
“So, how is it going? The transition and everything?” Sharon asked him in a strangely uninflected voice that was in stark contrast to the suddenly strangely emotive expression.
She looked hesitant and somewhat troubled, Andy thought.
“Great,” Andy replied and nuzzled his mouth along her neck, “Though how long they’ll let Provenza stay in charge is the big question. Taylor’s gotta have something up his sleeve, I’m sure. God, I still cannot believe he made Chief. Fucking ass-kisser.”
Sharon merely hummed, noncommittally.
Andy continued, first depositing a kiss to the side of her neck and then he grumbled, “I mean, bureaucratically Taylor can’t have Major Crimes run by a lieutenant - I mean, Mike and I are the same rank. It just doesn’t work on paper. We need someone with a flashier title, you know. Maybe they will transfer someone in from the outside, like they did back in the day with the chief. I really don’t see Taylor promoting any of us to Captain. Heck, the snake is probably thinking about how to forcibly retire the bunch of us. I wouldn’t put it past him. I am not exactly his favorite, you know.”
“I suppose,” Sharon replied vaguely.
Andy felt her chest expand as she took a deep breath.
He moved away from her neck and gave her a curious look.
She looked unsure and vulnerable; a rare expression.
“What? You know something?” he cupped her cheek, not really expecting her to know anything but then again, she had a knack for knowing everyone’s business.
“I don’t know, I mean there is something,” she rambled uncharacteristically, “Andy, there is something, I mean - about Major Crimes.”
He inclined his head, waiting.
“Nothing,” she said after a while, her mouth parting in a wan smile.
“Look, the last thing I want to talk about now is work,” Andy told her, smiling back, “I mean, whatever you know, I don’t care.”
Andy leaned back in and swept her in a deep kiss.
She still looked indecisive.
Andy grinned and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, “Damn, I need a shower now.”
Still she looked apprehensive.
Andy quirked an eyebrow, “I am all sweaty. You wanna join me? You can wash my back and I wash yours, huh?”
She smiled then, “Well, you do need a shower, yes.”
“Are you saying I smell?” he pursed his lips and gently tickled the sides of her chest.
“Yes,” she giggled.
Andy stuck his tongue out and then made a move to get up. Sitting on the bed however, his gaze drifted back to Sharon who was now lying leisurely on her back, starring up at the ceiling with a far-away look.
“I will shower afterwards,” Andy decided.
Sharon gave him a confused look, “Afterwards? After what?”
Andy smirked and then crawled back on the bed to comfortably rest his head between her thighs.
“Oh,” she breathed out when she realized what he had in mind.
“Go ahead,” she giggled, her legs spreading.
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
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“Fuck.”
Andrew Flynn was more than dead certain that there was no sound as exquisite as Sharon Raydor on the exalted brink of coming. Whether the woman was on top of him, her breasts bouncing in his face or whether she was writhing beneath him, her hands in his hair or even when she was on all fours, pushing her behind more firmly back like now, there was a very distinct and familiar pattern of sounds when she was mere seconds from clamping down hard on his dick.
Hell, she sounded just like that now.
Sure enough, she came with a high-pitched moan that wrapped around him as surely as her inner walls.
“That good?” Andy panted in question, mindful that he was still sliding in and out of her, his own orgasm yet to make an appearance.
“Shh,” she shushed at him, her voice so breathless she sounded dizzy.
Sharon made another keening sound, her back flexing and then her arms went up above her head, her forehead on the mattress as well and her ass pushed more firmly up and back.
Andy grunted in response as he enjoyed the slick feeling of friction, in and out, his hands balanced on her hips.
“I fucked you speechless, is that it?” Andy rumbled between his own labored breaths, his groin coiling with tension to the tip of his penis.
“Would that make you feel better?” Sharon asked with a snort, the tone suspiciously amused.
“It sure would,” Andy flippantly retorted, his eyes on the expanse of her spine.
“Well, lieutenant Flynn, I’m sorry to burst your bubble,” she gave a deliberate pause, her hips pushing backwards, “I’m still fully capable of speaking.”
Andy could still detect the underlying smugness in her tone, even if it was muffled from behind her hair and the mattress,
“Now, please, speed up honey,” she giggled in a command, “we haven’t got all night.”
“Oh heck, I shouldn’t have popped a pill then,” Andy smiled at the back of her head, his fingers tightened around the skin on her waist. “I could go all night, you know.”
She stilled and then gave him a backwards glance, her expression mostly hidden, “Oh please - you haven’t popped anything.”
“What if I had?”
She grunted and it sounded disgruntled.
Andy patted her behind affectionately, “I thought you wanted slow? You specifically told me you wanted slow tonight, remember?”
“That was hours ago,” she dryly commented, “and more of a challenge.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll speed up then,” Andy grumbled good-naturedly and then quickly hastened his rhythm, his hands clasped hard around her waist to balance himself.
The fast action only propelled forth more excited sounds from Sharon, the tumble of her hair moving as she started moving along with him, backing up and meeting him. Andy grunted back, his knees starting to feel numb. She was grinding back against him and the feeling was delirious; too amazing to even consider moving his legs into a more comfortable position. No, Andy kept the position and rhythm, intensely focused on his own pleasure.
By the time Andy had worked up quite a sweat, Sharon came a second time around him and this time he came with her, his own voice drowning hers out.
“Hell,” he groaned as he nearly collapsed on top of her, his legs shaking from exertion.
Sliding out of her and bracing his weight with a hand to the mattress he watched her turn around, the smile on her lips lazy and satisfied.
“I feel I should award you for the multiple orgasms,” her mouth twisted into a sly smile.
Andy grimaced, “You should, tomorrow.”
Her smile turned broader and she cupped his cheek, “I love you.”
Andy smiled back and then he rearranged himself, landing on his back with an exhausted grunt.
For a moment he simply stared at her ceiling, his body still in a post orgasmic haze. He reached out to Sharon, his hand landing on her bare skin. She nuzzled closer to him, on her side now and one leg draped over his. When Andy turned his head to regard her, she was studying him with her head in her hand and her elbow up. Her cheeks were blushing with warmth and her lips were swollen from a long night of kissing.
“So?” her mouth twitched into a satisfied smile.
Andy looked up at the bedroom ceiling again and then breathed out, “So what?”
Sharon laughed, “Oh, honey. Are you all spent now?”
“Damn sure,” Andy chuckled, “I think I might be ready to collect my pension now. You wore me out.”
Sharon caressed his jaw and then placed a soft kiss to his cheek, “You want to retire so you can dedicate long-sex-marathons to me? You can stay at home, hmm, and cook me dinner.”
“Sure,” Andy replied back and then turned his head, immediately distracted as his eyes zeroed in on her breasts, “That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“I think you wore yourself out,” Sharon smiled.
“Hmm,” Andy managed to reply, still sidetracked by the naked chest in front of him. Andy turned to his side as well and for a moment he looked up and caught Sharon’s amusing gaze and then he quickly looked down again, sweeping one breast up in one hand, caressing the nipple with his thumb.
Sharon sighed in contentment.
After a brief silence where Andy was occupied by touching her breasts, Sharon spoke again.
“So?” she repeated her earlier word, this time expounding upon her question, “what exactly prompted this lovely night?”
“Hmm?” Andy looked up.
Sharon rolled her eyes.
Andy grinned and tweaked a nipple, “Do I need a reason to want to make love to you? Other than the fact that you are gorgeous?”
She rolled her eyes again, “Absolutely not.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
She smiled shyly, “You were different, tonight I mean,” she paused and her bottom lip went under her teeth for a second. “Something was different tonight - you seem, I don’t know, at ease.”
“Different? How different?” Andy corked an eyebrow.
“Different good,” she clarified with a secretive smile, “different, as in oh, I don’t know. It just felt different.”
Andy mused it over, “Hmm - well, I have started working out a bit more.” He grinned, “Better stamina, huh.”
Sharon laughed and then she brought him closer with a hand under his jaw and her mouth close to his. The kiss was slow and drew his breath away.
Andy grinned and then snuck closer to her as well kissing her again after the first one had ended, deepening it. She tasted faintly of salt and lemon. He slid own leg between hers, his thigh up high sliding between the junction of her thighs.
Sharon compressed her mouth at the action but Andy could still hear the moan reverberating from her throat.
“I think I feel less frustrated now,” Andy whispered against the edge of her mouth, thinking back to the hectic period that was thankfully over now; the leak in his division had been discovered and he had forgiven Gabriel to a degree, the chief had retired and he had sorta gotten used to that as well; sort of being heavily emphasized. It was a transition period.
“Mmm,” Sharon hummed, “maybe that is it.”
After a brief pause spent languidly kissing and touching Sharon’s breasts, playing with the two bundles and nipples, Andy spoke again, “I have too much time on my hands, you know.”
“You do?” her look was full of disbelief, “I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, you better believe it. Compared to the chief, Provenza is not exactly actively looking for murder cases, now is he?”
“It hasn’t even been a week yet,” Sharon said her expression suddenly blank and her voice carefully modulated. She was studying him again, this time it was just impossible to say what she was thinking.
“Well, the poor guy is buried in paperwork so he can’t very well drag me to his usual shindigs. I have a lot of free time on my hands, after work I mean.”
“So, how is it going? The transition and everything?” Sharon asked him in a strangely uninflected voice that was in stark contrast to the suddenly strangely emotive expression.
She looked hesitant and somewhat troubled, Andy thought.
“Great,” Andy replied and nuzzled his mouth along her neck, “Though how long they’ll let Provenza stay in charge is the big question. Taylor’s gotta have something up his sleeve, I’m sure. God, I still cannot believe he made Chief. Fucking ass-kisser.”
Sharon merely hummed, noncommittally.
Andy continued, first depositing a kiss to the side of her neck and then he grumbled, “I mean, bureaucratically Taylor can’t have Major Crimes run by a lieutenant - I mean, Mike and I are the same rank. It just doesn’t work on paper. We need someone with a flashier title, you know. Maybe they will transfer someone in from the outside, like they did back in the day with the chief. I really don’t see Taylor promoting any of us to Captain. Heck, the snake is probably thinking about how to forcibly retire the bunch of us. I wouldn’t put it past him. I am not exactly his favorite, you know.”
“I suppose,” Sharon replied vaguely.
Andy felt her chest expand as she took a deep breath.
He moved away from her neck and gave her a curious look.
She looked unsure and vulnerable; a rare expression.
“What? You know something?” he cupped her cheek, not really expecting her to know anything but then again, she had a knack for knowing everyone’s business.
“I don’t know, I mean there is something,” she rambled uncharacteristically, “Andy, there is something, I mean - about Major Crimes.”
He inclined his head, waiting.
“Nothing,” she said after a while, her mouth parting in a wan smile.
“Look, the last thing I want to talk about now is work,” Andy told her, smiling back, “I mean, whatever you know, I don’t care.”
Andy leaned back in and swept her in a deep kiss.
She still looked indecisive.
Andy grinned and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, “Damn, I need a shower now.”
Still she looked apprehensive.
Andy quirked an eyebrow, “I am all sweaty. You wanna join me? You can wash my back and I wash yours, huh?”
She smiled then, “Well, you do need a shower, yes.”
“Are you saying I smell?” he pursed his lips and gently tickled the sides of her chest.
“Yes,” she giggled.
Andy stuck his tongue out and then made a move to get up. Sitting on the bed however, his gaze drifted back to Sharon who was now lying leisurely on her back, starring up at the ceiling with a far-away look.
“I will shower afterwards,” Andy decided.
Sharon gave him a confused look, “Afterwards? After what?”
Andy smirked and then crawled back on the bed to comfortably rest his head between her thighs.
“Oh,” she breathed out when she realized what he had in mind.
“Go ahead,” she giggled, her legs spreading.
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
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