FAN FICTION CHALLENGE: She Does It On Purpose
Fandom: Profiler
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: One
Summary: John is under the impression that his colleague, Rachel, arouses him on purpose.
John rushed into the bathroom at VCTF Headquarters, quickly flinging open and shut the stall door. She does it on purpose, John convinced himself. She knows exactly what she's doing to you when she looks like that, dresses like that, talks like that...
John could no longer stand it: His large cock was throbbing, and his stomach ached. I have to finish quickly. I'm at work, for Christ's sake! He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his hardened penis, and then closed his eyes. As he reached to grasp his organ, a woman's hand wrapped itself around John's dick. "Rachel," John moaned at contact. John could almost see her smirking, and he put his left hand against the wall above the toilet to help hold his self steady.
Rachel's fingers played slowly with the head, titillating, stimulating. Her hand traced a vein down his length until it held John's balls, lightly squeezing and massaging them. John inhaled sharply, then let out a ragged sigh. He was so enraptured in the pleasure that he moaned her name again, this time his voice cracking in desperation. John removed his hand from the wall. Within seconds, Rachel's other hand had grasped his cock and began to pump provokingly. When he grunted, her hand quickened its movements. It slid down and up, and then her fingers rolled over his head. John began to thrust his hips; he didn't have time to relish in the sensations too long.
One of Rachel's hands moved faster and faster over John's length, while the other continued to glorify his testicles. John's eagerness was evident has his thrusts became more furious and unrelenting. Moments later, John could feel his balls tighten and he came with such satisfaction that it thrilled him. He opened his eyes and removed his hands from cock. He cleaned himself up and zipped up his pants. After buckling his belt, he made one last check in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place.
When John arrived at the Command Center, the team was sitting around talking. George had apparently made some sort of hysterical joke because Grace managed to say so between breaths. John looked over at Rachel, who was laughing just as hard, and felt a pang of guilt, as if he had violated her. She has no idea I just got myself off thinking about her. He frowned noticeably, and Rachel seemed to notice because she gave a warming smile. John smiled back, and Rachel winked at him. John groaned inwardly. She knows exactly what I was doing.
The end. :)
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: One
Summary: John is under the impression that his colleague, Rachel, arouses him on purpose.
John rushed into the bathroom at VCTF Headquarters, quickly flinging open and shut the stall door. She does it on purpose, John convinced himself. She knows exactly what she's doing to you when she looks like that, dresses like that, talks like that...
John could no longer stand it: His large cock was throbbing, and his stomach ached. I have to finish quickly. I'm at work, for Christ's sake! He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his hardened penis, and then closed his eyes. As he reached to grasp his organ, a woman's hand wrapped itself around John's dick. "Rachel," John moaned at contact. John could almost see her smirking, and he put his left hand against the wall above the toilet to help hold his self steady.
Rachel's fingers played slowly with the head, titillating, stimulating. Her hand traced a vein down his length until it held John's balls, lightly squeezing and massaging them. John inhaled sharply, then let out a ragged sigh. He was so enraptured in the pleasure that he moaned her name again, this time his voice cracking in desperation. John removed his hand from the wall. Within seconds, Rachel's other hand had grasped his cock and began to pump provokingly. When he grunted, her hand quickened its movements. It slid down and up, and then her fingers rolled over his head. John began to thrust his hips; he didn't have time to relish in the sensations too long.
One of Rachel's hands moved faster and faster over John's length, while the other continued to glorify his testicles. John's eagerness was evident has his thrusts became more furious and unrelenting. Moments later, John could feel his balls tighten and he came with such satisfaction that it thrilled him. He opened his eyes and removed his hands from cock. He cleaned himself up and zipped up his pants. After buckling his belt, he made one last check in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place.
When John arrived at the Command Center, the team was sitting around talking. George had apparently made some sort of hysterical joke because Grace managed to say so between breaths. John looked over at Rachel, who was laughing just as hard, and felt a pang of guilt, as if he had violated her. She has no idea I just got myself off thinking about her. He frowned noticeably, and Rachel seemed to notice because she gave a warming smile. John smiled back, and Rachel winked at him. John groaned inwardly. She knows exactly what I was doing.
The end. :)