Ficlet: Play Me Like A Drum (Adrianne/Gen(/Jared/), NC-17)
OMG, I WROTE GEN AND JARED INTO THE SAME SEX SCENE. WHY DO I FEEL DIRTY.
Ficlet: Play Me Like A Drum
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~800
Summary/Notes: For chicklet25, who wanted Gen/Adrianne with optional Jared, but who then also wisely pointed out that Jared is never optional. ILU, bb. Jared comes home to a surprise.
Somehow, it doesn't seem accidental. Gen's legs, hooked loosely over Adrianne's arms; Adrianne's fingers, sliding in the slick mess between -- Jared somehow doesn't buy that it wasn't meant to be seen. Girls like this were always meant to have an audience.
The look on Adrianne's face is like sun-warmed triumph, this dark, pleased expression, her mouth quirking at the corners. She says, "See you got back early." Her fingers press slowly into the clench of Gen's cunt, deep and wet and hot, and Gen tips her head back onto Adrianne's shoulder, hips hitching forward, involuntary and owned. Jared feels his throat go dry, his body wash abruptly electric.
He says, "I see you've met my wife."
Adrianne, as he remembers, wasn't supposed to arrive until dinnertime. He and Gen had it all figured out: take her for Chinese, then maybe for a movie, depending on how tired she was after the flight. But filming ran late, and now Jared's coming home at ten and Gen's fallen back into this other girl's arms, knees hooked over her elbows, mouth gone lax with alcohol and want. Fuck, but Adrianne's almost as big as he is, her long golden legs stretching out, making a cradle, and Gen's suspended in it, her dark hair a halo, softening the sharpness of Adrianne's clavicle.
"Jared," Gen says, but it's barely a word. Closer to a whimper, and he can hear the sounds Adrianne's fingers make in her cunt, shallow, breathless thrusts while her thumb makes circles on Gen's clit, little slipping twists in her wetness. Shit. Jared can see it shining, see the way the light catches it, arousal welling up around Adrianne's fingers. He wants to put his mouth there, crook his tongue inside of her. He wants to see Adrianne do it instead.
He takes a sharp breath, says, "Gen. Adrianne." It's formal, overly so, as if he'd just gotten back from some important meeting and was greeting his staff. Jared isn't a general, and these women owe nothing to him. Adrianne laughs loosely in response to his words, and Gen, too, is giggling vaguely, her pelvis canting forward into Adrianne's hand.
"Weren't expecting you," she tells him sloppily. "Thought you'd be -- Jay --"
And Adrianne's fingers shove inside of her, slick stabbing thrusts, as deep as they can go. Adrianne's eyes are firm and hot on Jared's face, I told you and I dare you all rolled up into one. Adrianne is gorgeous, naked as an Amazon, and Jared wants to trace the faint muscles in her arms, wants to press himself between Gen's legs and kiss her over Gen's shoulder. Adrianne is beautiful, and Genevieve clearly knows it. Jared only wishes he could have seen understanding dawn.
"Jared," Gen manages, but it's loose, unfocused. She's fucking helplessly forward into the thrust of Adrianne's fingers, cunt clenching desperately on their girth where they're splaying Gen wide. "I didn't --"
"Next time," Adrianne cuts in, low, and her fingers twist deftly, stroking over Gen's inner walls. Jared doesn't know what she's trying to convey, but Gen is convulsing, her whole body shuddering in time with Adrianne's thrusts. Jared takes a moment to wonder if a man can ever hope to play a woman the way that women play themselves. Adrianne is close, sweat-sheened and breathless with the way Gen's arched against her, and seeing her like this, Jared thinks: no. Only a woman can touch another so perfectly, so good.
He's aching in his jeans, cock fat and heavy, but Adrianne doesn't care; only throws him a lazy smirk as Gen convulses around her fingers, a slow, warm smile that says, again, come on, I dare you.
Jared doesn't dare. Adrianne is naked and he is clothed, but all the same he feels as if she has him at a disadvantage.
"Uh," he says, and Adrianne laughs tightly, pulling her fingers slowly out of the grasp of Gen's cunt, lifting them to her face. They shine in the light, webbed with Gen's slick, and Adrianne curls her tongue around them deft and dirty, sucking them clean.
"Welcome back," she says. "Have a nice day?"
Against her, Genevieve is breathless, boneless, miles of naked skin.
"Uh," Jared repeats. "It was fine, I guess."
He kind of thinks he could get used to this.
Ficlet: Play Me Like A Drum
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~800
Summary/Notes: For chicklet25, who wanted Gen/Adrianne with optional Jared, but who then also wisely pointed out that Jared is never optional. ILU, bb. Jared comes home to a surprise.
Somehow, it doesn't seem accidental. Gen's legs, hooked loosely over Adrianne's arms; Adrianne's fingers, sliding in the slick mess between -- Jared somehow doesn't buy that it wasn't meant to be seen. Girls like this were always meant to have an audience.
The look on Adrianne's face is like sun-warmed triumph, this dark, pleased expression, her mouth quirking at the corners. She says, "See you got back early." Her fingers press slowly into the clench of Gen's cunt, deep and wet and hot, and Gen tips her head back onto Adrianne's shoulder, hips hitching forward, involuntary and owned. Jared feels his throat go dry, his body wash abruptly electric.
He says, "I see you've met my wife."
Adrianne, as he remembers, wasn't supposed to arrive until dinnertime. He and Gen had it all figured out: take her for Chinese, then maybe for a movie, depending on how tired she was after the flight. But filming ran late, and now Jared's coming home at ten and Gen's fallen back into this other girl's arms, knees hooked over her elbows, mouth gone lax with alcohol and want. Fuck, but Adrianne's almost as big as he is, her long golden legs stretching out, making a cradle, and Gen's suspended in it, her dark hair a halo, softening the sharpness of Adrianne's clavicle.
"Jared," Gen says, but it's barely a word. Closer to a whimper, and he can hear the sounds Adrianne's fingers make in her cunt, shallow, breathless thrusts while her thumb makes circles on Gen's clit, little slipping twists in her wetness. Shit. Jared can see it shining, see the way the light catches it, arousal welling up around Adrianne's fingers. He wants to put his mouth there, crook his tongue inside of her. He wants to see Adrianne do it instead.
He takes a sharp breath, says, "Gen. Adrianne." It's formal, overly so, as if he'd just gotten back from some important meeting and was greeting his staff. Jared isn't a general, and these women owe nothing to him. Adrianne laughs loosely in response to his words, and Gen, too, is giggling vaguely, her pelvis canting forward into Adrianne's hand.
"Weren't expecting you," she tells him sloppily. "Thought you'd be -- Jay --"
And Adrianne's fingers shove inside of her, slick stabbing thrusts, as deep as they can go. Adrianne's eyes are firm and hot on Jared's face, I told you and I dare you all rolled up into one. Adrianne is gorgeous, naked as an Amazon, and Jared wants to trace the faint muscles in her arms, wants to press himself between Gen's legs and kiss her over Gen's shoulder. Adrianne is beautiful, and Genevieve clearly knows it. Jared only wishes he could have seen understanding dawn.
"Jared," Gen manages, but it's loose, unfocused. She's fucking helplessly forward into the thrust of Adrianne's fingers, cunt clenching desperately on their girth where they're splaying Gen wide. "I didn't --"
"Next time," Adrianne cuts in, low, and her fingers twist deftly, stroking over Gen's inner walls. Jared doesn't know what she's trying to convey, but Gen is convulsing, her whole body shuddering in time with Adrianne's thrusts. Jared takes a moment to wonder if a man can ever hope to play a woman the way that women play themselves. Adrianne is close, sweat-sheened and breathless with the way Gen's arched against her, and seeing her like this, Jared thinks: no. Only a woman can touch another so perfectly, so good.
He's aching in his jeans, cock fat and heavy, but Adrianne doesn't care; only throws him a lazy smirk as Gen convulses around her fingers, a slow, warm smile that says, again, come on, I dare you.
Jared doesn't dare. Adrianne is naked and he is clothed, but all the same he feels as if she has him at a disadvantage.
"Uh," he says, and Adrianne laughs tightly, pulling her fingers slowly out of the grasp of Gen's cunt, lifting them to her face. They shine in the light, webbed with Gen's slick, and Adrianne curls her tongue around them deft and dirty, sucking them clean.
"Welcome back," she says. "Have a nice day?"
Against her, Genevieve is breathless, boneless, miles of naked skin.
"Uh," Jared repeats. "It was fine, I guess."
He kind of thinks he could get used to this.