more ultimate!fic
I was reading other people shredding that same screed about slash being patriarchal and wouldn't you know, it made me write more Sparky smut. ;)
Part 1 here
This is definitely NC-17. Hints of darkness but nothing genuinely dark or evil, honest.
Probably 1 or 2 other parts possibly forthcoming at some point, since I'm still missing either 2 or 3 elements depending on whether you count this as genuine "domination" behavior or just bossiness. *eg*
John shouldered his way between Elizabeth's thighs and buried his face between her legs, mouth covering her and tongue diving in to taste her immediately. She arched under the assault of his lips, moaning, and if his facial muscles had been free he would've smirked.
He'd been thinking about this for over a day. Okay so he'd thought about it long before an alien pheromone set the entire city's libidos into overdrive, but not relentlessly. He'd jerked off before going to sleep last night and again this morning in the shower, thinking about Elizabeth. He'd been glued to her side half the morning before he realized he was going to have trouble hiding his physical reaction if he didn't get away from her soon.
Then they realized that something weird was going on. And in a couple hours Carson had found their culprit and prescribed a "cure" that amounted to, in the man's own embarrassed words, "shagging like rabbits."
Elizabeth had tried to sneak away, apparently oblivious to the fact that he'd tracked every breath she'd been taking since he saw her in the conference room. He'd followed her back to her quarters. No way was he letting anyone else touch her. He wanted to believe that was concern for her safety but he knew that was only a secondary motive.
His dick was throbbing between his legs already, insisting on taking her again, but John ignored it for the moment, intent on tracing the alphabet over Elizabeth's clit. She mewled like a kitten as he finished, her hands raking through his hair, trying to urge him closer. He swirled his tongue, gathering her taste in his mouth, groaning in satisfaction. She tasted fantastic, and she smelled even better.
Her feet slapped down against the mattress as he explored. "Fuck, John, I need..."
He licked. "What?" he asked lowly. Licked her again. Once, twice, slowly, right in the perfect spot.
Elizabeth sobbed. "Need you. Inside." She panted as he used the tip of his tongue to get more focus. "Even your fingers, Jesus."
He ducked his head down, flicking against her entrance but not penetrating. She was soaking wet and his cock jerked, but he'd made a plan and he was going to stick to it. "Not yet."
Then he went back up, settling into a rhythm that he knew was too slow, too light. Elizabeth was writhing so bad he had to press her hips down with his arms. All the while he thought to himself, That's right, beg me. I want you to beg me for it.
Then she cried out, "John, please."
He covered her clit with his mouth, sucking hard and Elizabeth bucked like a wild thing as the orgasm finally ripped through her.
He stayed just long enough to get her through it and then shifted up onto his knees. He positioned himself and barely managed to wait long enough to meet her eyes. He didn't register any objections, so he slid into her and immediately his back arched and he moaned. How could she still be so tight after she'd just come so hard?
Elizabeth wrapped her legs around him and he pulled out carefully before pushing back into her. Despite the urgent pulse in his dick, he wanted to enjoy this more than the first time. But she was so damned hot and tight around him he wasn't going to last.
He leaned over her, propped up on his hands, and kissed her. Elizabeth seized the chance to kiss him back, and he knew she could taste herself in his mouth. God that was hot. It pushed him even closer, so he cupped her breast with one hand and stroked her nipple with his thumb. She shuddered and he felt her spasm inside. He pulled away.
"Touch yourself," he told her, as he gulped down air from the exertion and the kiss. "Want to see."
Elizabeth covered her breasts with her own hands, teasing and pinching her nipples and John let out a strangled yell. He could've been on the other side of the room and not touching her at all and that would've almost made him come, the sight of Elizabeth fondling herself for him.
"Can you come like this?" he gritted out. He was going to lose it and pretty soon but he wanted her to get there again, wanted to feel her coming around him again.
She shook her head, the damp curls of her hair spread over the pillow behind her. Not thinking, he reached over and brushed one stray lock of hair away from her face. Elizabeth twisted her neck and bit his hand, not hard enough to hurt, but it made a rush of savage lust go through him. "Christ, don't do that right now," he muttered.
She looked way too smug at that. He sat back, so that he was more or less upright while still moving between her legs. "Make yourself come," he ordered, hands sliding down her thighs.
Any other time and place he just knew she would've been fighting back against his sudden dictatorial tendencies, but she didn't even offer a token protest, just slid her hand down to stroke her clit. But then she hissed and froze and John, even though it took a monumental effort, stopped moving. "What?"
"Sensitive," she said. She waved towards the table next to the bed. "There's lubricant in there."
John leaned over and yanked the drawer open. He found the small white tube, and something else.
He held the vibrator up and shot Elizabeth a teasing look. It was hard to tell, since her face was already flushed from the sex, but it seemed like her cheeks turned brighter red.
He eyed her speculatively. Then he settled back into his former place, dropping the toy onto the bed next to them.
Elizabeth squeezed some of the liquid onto her fingers and touched herself again. This time she shivered in the good way and nodded to him. He could already feel her muscles clenching erratically around him and he began to thrust in and out in earnest.
He didn't quite get what he wanted. He'd been waiting too long and just the feeling of her getting close was too much. He pumped into her deeply once and then a second time, coming hard inside her. He could see her fingers speed up as he pushed in and out a couple more times and then Elizabeth jerked and he felt the climax hit her again.
He slumped, arms on either side of her abdomen, trying to get his breath back. Elizabeth shifted underneath him, her body rippling again with an aftershock and John cursed.
He was still hard. That hadn't happened since he was in twenties.
"John?" It was obvious what she was asking. He just nodded, wondering dimly whether it would be too much for her if they kept going. Part of him didn't really care, but deep underneath the frantic drive of the damned alien chemicals he remembered this was Elizabeth he was in bed with. Then he felt something cool against his fingers.
He picked the vibrator up and regarded it for a moment, then handed it to Elizabeth. "Do it. Make yourself come again." She let out a little whimper, and John softened his voice slightly. "I want to feel you, Elizabeth," he added, drawing her name out slowly and deliberately.
She flipped the toy on and the low buzzing was almost inaudible over their breathing. John had always been an open-minded guy in bed, but he'd never liked vibrators much. Didn't appreciate feeling like he was competing with a piece of plastic.
But this? Watching Elizabeth masturbate herself while he was still hard inside of her? He was barely aware of it but he murmured to her as she shuddered and tightened around him again, telling her how hot she was, how good her body felt. His own body jolted every time the back of the vibrator brushed against the base of his dick or the flat bone above it.
Her hips pushed against his, trying to urge him to move, but he just held her still, watching her face as the sensations flared across it. Her hand fisted in the pillow beneath her head and he stared at her clenched fingers, at her breasts bouncing when she twitched, at the thin reflection across her stomach of the light off her sweaty skin. She looked wild and debauched and well-fucked, and he was the one who got to see this.
With a groan John rocked into her as her body climbed up again. Not a big move, just rocking his hips easily, slipping just a little bit in and out. Elizabeth choked out his name and her wrist shifted the angle of the vibrator between them. It pressed against his body and hers at the same time, both of them cursing. Elizabeth's eyes were shut and her legs drew back on instinct as she jerked, straining towards him and the approaching orgasm until she shrieked.
She was so tight around him he couldn't move for a minute, literally trapped by the force of the orgasm. The sensation snapped his remaining control and he grabbed her hips, fucking Elizabeth hard and deep, nearly shoving her up the bed until finally his body let go completely and he came.
Dimly he grew aware that he was lying on top of her and he managed to drag himself off and collapse onto the bed alongside her. He couldn't pry his eyes open. He just wanted to fade into oblivion for a good long while. He was already half-gone when he felt a blanket being pulled over him. Elizabeth snuggled - which he distantly knew was just an odd thing in itself - against him and on pure instinct he wrapped an arm around her waist, spooning up against her back just before he fell completely to sleep.
Part 1 here
This is definitely NC-17. Hints of darkness but nothing genuinely dark or evil, honest.
Probably 1 or 2 other parts possibly forthcoming at some point, since I'm still missing either 2 or 3 elements depending on whether you count this as genuine "domination" behavior or just bossiness. *eg*
John shouldered his way between Elizabeth's thighs and buried his face between her legs, mouth covering her and tongue diving in to taste her immediately. She arched under the assault of his lips, moaning, and if his facial muscles had been free he would've smirked.
He'd been thinking about this for over a day. Okay so he'd thought about it long before an alien pheromone set the entire city's libidos into overdrive, but not relentlessly. He'd jerked off before going to sleep last night and again this morning in the shower, thinking about Elizabeth. He'd been glued to her side half the morning before he realized he was going to have trouble hiding his physical reaction if he didn't get away from her soon.
Then they realized that something weird was going on. And in a couple hours Carson had found their culprit and prescribed a "cure" that amounted to, in the man's own embarrassed words, "shagging like rabbits."
Elizabeth had tried to sneak away, apparently oblivious to the fact that he'd tracked every breath she'd been taking since he saw her in the conference room. He'd followed her back to her quarters. No way was he letting anyone else touch her. He wanted to believe that was concern for her safety but he knew that was only a secondary motive.
His dick was throbbing between his legs already, insisting on taking her again, but John ignored it for the moment, intent on tracing the alphabet over Elizabeth's clit. She mewled like a kitten as he finished, her hands raking through his hair, trying to urge him closer. He swirled his tongue, gathering her taste in his mouth, groaning in satisfaction. She tasted fantastic, and she smelled even better.
Her feet slapped down against the mattress as he explored. "Fuck, John, I need..."
He licked. "What?" he asked lowly. Licked her again. Once, twice, slowly, right in the perfect spot.
Elizabeth sobbed. "Need you. Inside." She panted as he used the tip of his tongue to get more focus. "Even your fingers, Jesus."
He ducked his head down, flicking against her entrance but not penetrating. She was soaking wet and his cock jerked, but he'd made a plan and he was going to stick to it. "Not yet."
Then he went back up, settling into a rhythm that he knew was too slow, too light. Elizabeth was writhing so bad he had to press her hips down with his arms. All the while he thought to himself, That's right, beg me. I want you to beg me for it.
Then she cried out, "John, please."
He covered her clit with his mouth, sucking hard and Elizabeth bucked like a wild thing as the orgasm finally ripped through her.
He stayed just long enough to get her through it and then shifted up onto his knees. He positioned himself and barely managed to wait long enough to meet her eyes. He didn't register any objections, so he slid into her and immediately his back arched and he moaned. How could she still be so tight after she'd just come so hard?
Elizabeth wrapped her legs around him and he pulled out carefully before pushing back into her. Despite the urgent pulse in his dick, he wanted to enjoy this more than the first time. But she was so damned hot and tight around him he wasn't going to last.
He leaned over her, propped up on his hands, and kissed her. Elizabeth seized the chance to kiss him back, and he knew she could taste herself in his mouth. God that was hot. It pushed him even closer, so he cupped her breast with one hand and stroked her nipple with his thumb. She shuddered and he felt her spasm inside. He pulled away.
"Touch yourself," he told her, as he gulped down air from the exertion and the kiss. "Want to see."
Elizabeth covered her breasts with her own hands, teasing and pinching her nipples and John let out a strangled yell. He could've been on the other side of the room and not touching her at all and that would've almost made him come, the sight of Elizabeth fondling herself for him.
"Can you come like this?" he gritted out. He was going to lose it and pretty soon but he wanted her to get there again, wanted to feel her coming around him again.
She shook her head, the damp curls of her hair spread over the pillow behind her. Not thinking, he reached over and brushed one stray lock of hair away from her face. Elizabeth twisted her neck and bit his hand, not hard enough to hurt, but it made a rush of savage lust go through him. "Christ, don't do that right now," he muttered.
She looked way too smug at that. He sat back, so that he was more or less upright while still moving between her legs. "Make yourself come," he ordered, hands sliding down her thighs.
Any other time and place he just knew she would've been fighting back against his sudden dictatorial tendencies, but she didn't even offer a token protest, just slid her hand down to stroke her clit. But then she hissed and froze and John, even though it took a monumental effort, stopped moving. "What?"
"Sensitive," she said. She waved towards the table next to the bed. "There's lubricant in there."
John leaned over and yanked the drawer open. He found the small white tube, and something else.
He held the vibrator up and shot Elizabeth a teasing look. It was hard to tell, since her face was already flushed from the sex, but it seemed like her cheeks turned brighter red.
He eyed her speculatively. Then he settled back into his former place, dropping the toy onto the bed next to them.
Elizabeth squeezed some of the liquid onto her fingers and touched herself again. This time she shivered in the good way and nodded to him. He could already feel her muscles clenching erratically around him and he began to thrust in and out in earnest.
He didn't quite get what he wanted. He'd been waiting too long and just the feeling of her getting close was too much. He pumped into her deeply once and then a second time, coming hard inside her. He could see her fingers speed up as he pushed in and out a couple more times and then Elizabeth jerked and he felt the climax hit her again.
He slumped, arms on either side of her abdomen, trying to get his breath back. Elizabeth shifted underneath him, her body rippling again with an aftershock and John cursed.
He was still hard. That hadn't happened since he was in twenties.
"John?" It was obvious what she was asking. He just nodded, wondering dimly whether it would be too much for her if they kept going. Part of him didn't really care, but deep underneath the frantic drive of the damned alien chemicals he remembered this was Elizabeth he was in bed with. Then he felt something cool against his fingers.
He picked the vibrator up and regarded it for a moment, then handed it to Elizabeth. "Do it. Make yourself come again." She let out a little whimper, and John softened his voice slightly. "I want to feel you, Elizabeth," he added, drawing her name out slowly and deliberately.
She flipped the toy on and the low buzzing was almost inaudible over their breathing. John had always been an open-minded guy in bed, but he'd never liked vibrators much. Didn't appreciate feeling like he was competing with a piece of plastic.
But this? Watching Elizabeth masturbate herself while he was still hard inside of her? He was barely aware of it but he murmured to her as she shuddered and tightened around him again, telling her how hot she was, how good her body felt. His own body jolted every time the back of the vibrator brushed against the base of his dick or the flat bone above it.
Her hips pushed against his, trying to urge him to move, but he just held her still, watching her face as the sensations flared across it. Her hand fisted in the pillow beneath her head and he stared at her clenched fingers, at her breasts bouncing when she twitched, at the thin reflection across her stomach of the light off her sweaty skin. She looked wild and debauched and well-fucked, and he was the one who got to see this.
With a groan John rocked into her as her body climbed up again. Not a big move, just rocking his hips easily, slipping just a little bit in and out. Elizabeth choked out his name and her wrist shifted the angle of the vibrator between them. It pressed against his body and hers at the same time, both of them cursing. Elizabeth's eyes were shut and her legs drew back on instinct as she jerked, straining towards him and the approaching orgasm until she shrieked.
She was so tight around him he couldn't move for a minute, literally trapped by the force of the orgasm. The sensation snapped his remaining control and he grabbed her hips, fucking Elizabeth hard and deep, nearly shoving her up the bed until finally his body let go completely and he came.
Dimly he grew aware that he was lying on top of her and he managed to drag himself off and collapse onto the bed alongside her. He couldn't pry his eyes open. He just wanted to fade into oblivion for a good long while. He was already half-gone when he felt a blanket being pulled over him. Elizabeth snuggled - which he distantly knew was just an odd thing in itself - against him and on pure instinct he wrapped an arm around her waist, spooning up against her back just before he fell completely to sleep.