RP: School lunch

[shh_mandy]

Date: 22 November 2005
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Zach Smith, Adair Smith
Location: The school, then 4b River Place
Status: Private
Summary: Mandy joins Zach at the school for lunch together.
Completion: Complete.

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[shh_mandy]

Zach's hands on her were entrancing, so incredibly warm and knowing as they uncovered her and caressed, a soft growl in his throat. She whimpered and shifted against him while he palmed and stroked her breast. The nipple rose stiff and aching, pushing into his palm when she arched into the touch with her whole body, the sensation racing through her.

She gave a hoarse whimper of assent when he said he wanted her to come on his tongue and then he moved down her body, his mouth finding her nipple and giving it a few suckling pulls, and she was so aware of that wicked, clever mouth and where it was headed that she couldn't keep still, her hips writhing when he moved down to her belly, licking while he unfastened her robes at the waist and pushed them to the side. With a soft whisper of fabric they slid down her legs to her ankles, and she stood in a pool of pale violet, only dressed in her dainty ankle boots and the scant yellow silk that he was rubbing over her belly, and she was moaning and clutching at his shoulders, her knees nearly giving way at what he'd just said, at the thought of him doing that, and at him asking her if he could.

"Oh God, yes." Her voice sounded strange, cracked and low and barely carrying and she had to take a deep shaky breath to get a bit more strength behind the words, as she swayed against the tantalizing promise of that mouth. "I want you to, Zach, oh God, please."

[shh_zach]

She was beautiful, leaning against the wall, her robes pooled at her feet. The soft silk set clung to her every curve and Zach moaned softly as he lapped at her stomach, pressing his nose up under the silk of the camisole and reaching to wrap his hands round her ankles, pushing them further apart.

"The boots stay on," he said gruffly, pressing his face against her skin, smelling her, licking her, before leaning down further, his face pressing snuggly against her mound.

Oh.

He throbbed in his pants and squeezed her ankles tighter as he tipped his head back and opened his mouth, rubbing the tip of his tongue over her clit through the soft, damp, sweet smelling silk.

[shh_mandy]

His hands closed around her ankles in a firm grip, pushing to spread her legs apart, and his voice was hoarse giving that gruff command. A low groan fell from her lips as she took a couple of stumbling steps to comply, and she let her head hang down heavily, her hair sliding forward over her shoulders, as she felt him nuzzle against her stomach and then further down, pressing his face against her there.

"Zach..." she moaned, her fingers kneading into his shoulders. It was all she could think to say through the sensual haze as he inhaled deeply, smelling the wetness of her arousal, his hands tightening hard and possessive around her ankles. She watched as he tilted his head back, his lips parting, raising his heavy-lidded eyes to meet her gaze as he flicked his tongue out and pressed the tip over her clit through the already wet silk.

It went through her like an electric jolt ... that look, that touch. With a shuddering intake of breath she let her head fall back against the wall again, releasing the breath on a soft whimpering cry. Panting fast and shallow, she kept watching him under half lowered lashes, her legs straining against his hold on her ankles in an effort to spread wider, and her hips helplessly pushed out to meet his tongue, that rubbed over her tingling nub in firm, deliberate motions.

[shh_zach]

She was gorgeous like this, chest heaving, thighs trembling, pressed back against the wall and arching toward him. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders and he held her legs still as he lapped against her swollen center, humming softly, his mouth watering more from the taste of her through the flimsy material.

Gently, he nipped at her clit, tugging carefully with his teeth before mvoing to close his lips around her and suck softly, pulling moisture through the material and adding more from his saliva.

Breathing deeply, he pulled back enough to lick along the edge of her knickers, his tongue sliding beneath to lave at her curls. "Couch or bed, love?" he asked quietly, watching her.

[shh_mandy]

She closed her eyes finally when he used his teeth on her, so careful, a brilliant trail of sensation over her sensitive flesh. Her knickers clung into her folds, wet both from her own arousal and from his tongue, the thin material a barrier with little more substance than a breath when he closed his mouth on her and suckled. Her nails were digging into his shoulders as she swayed into the caress, feeling his tongue tease smooth and warm along the edge of the knickers.

Zach's question pulled her momentarily from the thrumming haze of pleasure, and she blinked, looked down and met his soft gaze with a question in her own eyes. She licked her lips, heard his heightened breath and, muted yet close, the unexpected mechanical clatter of the lift starting to move up through the building. Light from the low November sun fell in her windows in a warm gold glare, painting his skin and his long hair in honey hues. They were just a few steps away from the regular busy day outside, but Mandy thought it felt like an entire secret world, removed from all concerns but the lust and the love that pulled them to each other like gravity.

His lips were wet. From her. She moved a hand from his shoulder and touched two fingers to them almost in distraction, her breath catching as a smile spread over her own mouth. "I ... I don't care terribly much where," she murmured, clearing her voice. "But since we're being naughty in our lunch break ... I guess the couch. Bed's too comfortable ... that would be cheating."

[shh_zach]

"I give shit about cheating, you know that," he mumurured, kissing her fingertips and then standing and lifting her in one fluid motion, his hands under her arse, her legs coming up round his waist as he turned them and walked slowly toward the couch. Kissing her gently with each step, he tried not to stumble, distracted as he was. Finally, the couch was touching his shins and he knelt, bringing her down with him and gently lowering her onto her back.

"Bit of comfort's all right, isn't it?" he asked gruffly, his eyes twinkling at her from behind a few strands of stray hair that had fallen from his ponytail as he knelt beside the couch at her knees. Curling his fingers into the top of her knickers, he grinned and slowly pulled them over her hips.

"Beautiful," he said softly as he tugged them past her boots. Licking his lips, he lifted one long, smooth leg and propped it over the back of couch, kissing the inside of her knee before pressing the other leg outward as well. Spread open wide to his gaze, he drank her in, letting his eyes slid over her glistening lips, her soft curls, as he tugged at the button on his denims.

[shh_mandy]

Mandy smiled at his terse, yet gentle murmur, and then, with a gasp as he rose and lifted her, she clasped her legs around his waist, twined her arms around his neck, and melted into his kisses as he walked them across the room. He was careful lowering her onto her back on the couch, and she let him take her weight while he eased her down, her body heavy and relaxed with trust as she met his gaze.

"Yeah, I guess I don't really mind being comfortable," she whispered, her breath caught on the sweetness of him, the sensual rasp of his voice, the tenderness in his smiling blue eyes. His hair was falling in his eyes and she raised a hand to push the strands away from his face, letting the hand trail down to his shoulder with a sigh of tense anticipation when he slid his fingers under the edge of her knickers and slowly tugged them down her legs.

He raised one of her calves and placed it over the back of the couch, then pressed her other leg to the side, her knee hanging off the edge, and his gaze rested there where he bared her, where she was so wet, so soft and open for him. A wave of heat flooded her face, but she didn't look away. His hand went to the front of his denims, sliding open the button, and her hips raised up of their own accord, her stomach clenched with desire, more wet warmth sliding from her.

"I want you." The words came on a low, soft moan as she watched him free his erection and the ache for him surged through her again in a hard wave of want. "Can you ... not do it yourself? Can I have you instead?" Her face felt hot but she was smiling, biting her lip when he raised his gaze to her. "I think it's for me, after all."

[shh_zach]

Zach bent forward to kiss her thigh, his hand slipping his cock free, before he paused and looked up at her from under his lashes. She was beautiful: lips parted, hair across the pillow, that sleek little camisole clinging to her breasts.

The way she said that made his prick pulse and his chest clench and he squeezed his fingers into her thigh and moaned softly.

"As if I could tell you no. As if I'd want to. I always want you. Always."

He tightened his fingers around the base of his cock, trying to slow down a bit, and bowed his head, kissing her belly, her navel, before sliding further down between her thighs.

"First though..."

[shh_mandy]

A shaky sigh escaped her at his soft, earnest reply, and her hand reached down to thread into his hair at his temple. "Do you ever tell me no, about anything?" she whispered. "You spoil me rotten, you do." She arched up as he kissed her belly, dipping his tongue into her navel, and gave a breathless little laugh at the cheeky promise in his whisper as he moved further down. "See," she whispered, "case in point ... oh--"

His breath fanned warm over the damp curls on her mound, his tongue teasing lightly between her folds, and she wasn't laughing any longer, she was whimpering out her need, squirming and scrambling for purchase, one hand reaching above her head to brace against the armrest and the other helplessly falling from his hair to clamp down on the edge of the couch.

"Oh, God." She arched again, her hips and rear rising in a taut bow to catch his teasing touch, and she gave a low drawn-out moan, her head turning on the pillow when he obliged and explored deeper. "Zach. So good, feels so good," she gasped, closing her eyes and relaxing into the intense pleasure of his mouth on her, her whole body focusing on the sensation in a fine tightening burn as she pressed up rhythmically.

[shh_zach]

"I try not to," he murmured against her belly. "Like spoiling you." She undulated beneath him and he rested his hand on one firm thigh as he slid lower, his breath gusting across her skin.

He leaned down on a soft moan, licking at her clit gently, circling his tongue around the nub, before slipping down a bit further, teasing the tip of his tongue through her folds, parting them and moaning again as he felt her wetness on his tongue.

Her whispered words spurred him on and he licked into her, pressing his tongue inside, his lips against her, the most intimate kiss. His tumb moved over the inside of her thigh, so smooth and soft, and he moved back up, taking her clit into his mouth and sucking softly. God, she tasted so fucking good.

[shh_mandy]

Oh God, the things he knew to do to her. The things he made her feel, building waves of pleasure so keen she arched and felt faint with it, moans and whimpers breaking from her throat. His tongue snaked smooth and supple inside her, a sensually sliding pressure before he retreated and licked up between her folds, suckling her clit into the soft warmth of his mouth. Her pulse throbbed there and her skin tingled with heat all over and her whimpers grew more pleading as she loosened her grip on the edge of the couch and slid her fingers into his hair again.

She could feel his shirt and the rougher texture of his denims slide and scratch against her bare skin and it excited her that she was near naked while he was still dressed. The muscles in her bottom and her legs were straining, hoarding the intensely sweet tension and raising her hips to his lips and tongue. Shudders started in her, and she gasped to him in urgent, unsteady bursts as the foretaste of orgasm loosened her inhibitions. "Oh God, Zach, so close -- don't stop, please don't stop, love your tongue on me, your mouth, oh God love you love you-- " The words rose to a soft cry that broke as the warm contractions started under his tongue and deep within, tightening and releasing over and over.

She came down with slowing, sated whimpers as he suckled her gently through it, flushed and a little abashed at her own abandon in the afterglow, but really too blissed out to mind.

[shh_zach]

He lapped at her greedily, humming around her flesh as he worked her with his tongue. She smelled so very good and the way she moved made him ache, so fucking hard for her.

Her thigh shook under his hand and he squeezed the base of his cock tighter. God, he could come just from eating her. Her muscles tightened and trembled and then she was moaning and gasping such sweet words that made him long to stroke himself, to come with her, but he simply tightened his grip on himself instead, determined not to come yet.

And then she jerked, convulsing, coming hard on his tongue and it was so sweet and so sexy and so unbelievably gorgeous. He'd never get tired of watching her come.

He eased her down gently, pressing soft kisses to her lips, her mound, licking her softly until her breathing started to even out.

"Beautiful," he whispered against her skin. "Always so beautiful. Can I have you for lunch every day?"

[shh_mandy]

She opened her eyes, blinking slowly as she heard his whisper in between the tender kisses between her thighs, and craned her neck up to look down her body at him. Only then did she notice that her hand was still fisted hard in his hair, where she'd hung on through her climax.

Blushing, she pried her fingers away and gently smoothed down the tousled tangles in apology. "Um, why not?" She smiled, and took some deep, slow breaths to steady her voice from the remaining breathlessness. "I have no objection. Except it might turn out impossible to focus on work in the mornings if I know lunch is going to be like this."

His breathing, shallow and a bit unsteady, and his gaze, both told her how turned on he was and both her hands moved down to stroke his shoulders, fingers bunching gently into the soft cotton of his shirt and tugging. "Hey, much as I love you down there ... come up here," she whispered.

[shh_zach]

Zach smiled and kissed the side of her knee and then her calf, loving the blush on her cheeks. "Yeah? Good. I think you're much nicer than anything else I have for lunch. I'd prefer you to my usual. And yeah, I'd have a bit of trouble focusing on work... but I do sometimes anyway from thinking of you."

He groaned as she whispered for him to come up there and he crawled up over her, his knee braced on the sofa as one hand braced beside her shoulder. "Your wish is my command," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her lips, his cock slipping against her thigh. "I'll apologize now. I'm going to be lucky if I don't come at once. You make me feel like a bloody teenager again."

[shh_mandy]

His erection was hot sliding against her thigh, the tip of it leaving a trail of wetness on her skin when he moved. Mandy bit her lip and then released it on a soft sigh, another slow spasm tightening deliciously in her belly as she watched Zach move up, bracing himself over her. She put her hands under his shirt and then tugged it up and eased it over his head as he helped, her palms drifting in luxurious exploration over his smooth bared skin, fingers trailing softly down the dusting of light hairs running down the centre of his stomach. She still lay sprawled like he'd placed her before, one leg propped up on the back of the couch, the other hanging off the edge, and she smiled into his kiss, stretching her arms above her head in unthinking abandon, the silk top rucking up over her belly.

"I missed out on you as a horny teenager, didn't I?" she murmured. "It's just lovely if I get a taste of that boy now, because I happened to fancy him quite a bit." Without hurry, she raised her leg from the back of the couch and hooked it over his waist and hip, grinning up at him as she pressed the heel of her boot experimentally against his firm bum, bringing him closer. "Please demonstrate," she whispered.

[shh_zach]

Her hands on his stomach felt like fire, burning at his skin as she moved them up, stripping his shirt off over his head. He helped her, bowing his head and letting go his prick long enough to get the damn thing off.

"Fuck, you look amazing," he whispered, gazing down at her with undisguised lust. Her body was arched and open and that fucking tiny top just covered her breasts where it'd been pushed up. He could see her nipples through the material, dark against the pale yellow of the fabric, hard and stiff. Her arms slid up above her head and he groaned as her leg came around him, pulling him close.

"Leave your hands there," he said quietly, his eyes catching hers as he guided himself toward her. The head of his cock slipped in between her lips easily, pressing her open. Her body shifted to accomodate him and he closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the painful sweetness of sliding into her.