For just_fck_me - 4.10 Get Me Off
Get Me Off - Basement Jaxx
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me
I want to undress you
Wanna caress you (wanna caress you)
Don't wanna be coy
It's time to get me off
Come on baby, thrust me, trust me, get me off
You're my poison and I cannot get enough
--
[Co-written with agentfraser | Follows directly after THIS | NSFW]
By the time Harri had made her dramatic flounce from her own party, Marc had no less than four waitresses swarming around him offering him ice and asking him if he was okay. The James deep in him had been tempted to say Harri had a tick in her arm and accidentally belted him during an episode, but he figured she would likely hunt him down and peel his scrotum off with a pair of expensive nail clippers. Still, he figured the encounter had been a success. He had gotten under her skin, as she had done with him. He had only been at the party in the first place to break into the ever-moving circle that was high profile fashion and Harriet Ryan at the helm of Razor was one of many keys he could use to unlock those doors. He hadn't expected her to hold his intrigue so much, though. Izzy had been the last person who belted him in the face like that. Was there something to be analysed in that?
No. No. Quit it, he instructed himself. The last few weeks had been an ever internal diatribe to tell himself to forget his old life. Izzy was the past... not even that. She was nothing to Marcus Fraser. She was James' past and James was dead. He rubbed his temple just a little. They warned him it would take time; time he was afforded, but never on the job. In his spare time, out of undercover, he could dwell all he wanted and had Secret Service psychologists and shrinks at his fingertips to get through the transition. All that mattered so far, however, was that he was acing the job. Marcus really was an easy skin to slide into and he was becoming more and more him as the days ticked over.
But he was done with the party. He feigned a highly pissed off exit and stormed out after peeling the waitresses off him. He wasn't particularly bothered either way. In all honesty, the slap just made him even more hot for her. She had admitted she wanted him to fuck her hard and fast, through which he had maintained the indifferent, cool mystery he was fast perfecting. He had a smoke on the rooftop and was now weaving his way down the fire escape stairs to the elevator inside. His biggest score of the night had been an offer of E in the men's room by an upcoming software developer. Marc had pocketed it with a smirk of thanks and said nothing. The small evidence bag containing the pill was now tucked safely away deep inside his breast pocket. The guy could have gotten the pill from anywhere.
The elevator lights illuminated and there was soon the telltale ding as the doors swung open and revealed Harriet standing there in the elevator alone. Their eyes locked and Marc's smirk was back as he sauntered casually into the elevator. He pressed the heel of his hand against the ground floor button and as the doors slid closed again, he caught her hand in his and pulled her into a deep, searing snog.
Harri had spent the entire time from when she'd slapped Marcus until he kissed her cursing his name. In fact she was still cursing it even as her leg hooked around him and pulled him close against her. It was just in between the cursing of his name she was silently imploring him to fuck her just like she'd wanted because he was the one to have gotten her into this ridiculously horny and frustrated mess, so he could get her out of it. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down as her free hand grabbed at that very gorgeous arse and gave it a good squeeze.
Oh, it was like that, was it? She really did want it rough. He pushed her sharply up against the wall of the elevator with a growl in the back of his throat. A handful of her dress was bunched up her thigh in his palm and he shoved the folded of fabric out of the way to give him access. The slinky sheaths danced around his wrist and if it kept up like that, he was going to have to just rip it off. He forced his hips forward to grind his erection up against her thigh and hooked his fingers into the tight elastic of her silky underwear. The kiss intensified and his tongue battled with hers for dominance. Neither of them were giving up this cat and mouse chase without a fight.
Harri moaned as she sucked on his tongue briefly before hers was once against pushing against his. At least the man knew how to take a hint. Surprising given his indifference and need to have everything spelt out for him earlier. Maybe she'd misjudged him, or maybe he really was just a prick who at least knew how to fuck. She rocked her hips to help with the friction, wrestling her hand free of his so she could take a fistful of his hair and tug on it sharply as she continued to kiss him. The hand on his arse moved around to the front, and her fingers started to work at his belt. This was hardly the time for foreplay. Harri needed him now. She took a gasping breath as the kiss ended for merely seconds before her mouth was back on his, and her fingernails dug into his abdomen.
He was going to be sore tomorrow. Even that thought alone sent sparks of heat to all the right places. He had never been opposed to a bit of pain in the bedroom... or the elevator, as the current situation may be. That was it, the dress had officially become a workplace hazard. A sharp flick of his wrist and the flimsy material tore up the seam to give him better access. That was the thing about expensive fashion; it was always so reliable to be often handmade and easy to get off. His teeth brushed against her lip, a small warning he would bite if called for and he roughly pushed his hand down into her knickers. His expert fingers were engulfed by her wet heat and he rewarded her with a burst of indulgent pressure against her clit, his own moan of hunger reverberating around the small elevator cubicle. Chances were there were security cameras in the lift, too... Oh well. Someone was going to get a good show.
Harri had already thought of the cameras, and would have been plotting ways to get the tape if he wasn't so good at distracting her. She didn't care about the dress, she didn't even care if someone found them. All she did care about was how fantastic those fingers of his were. She gripped the sides of his trousers and gave a sharp tug to expose his hard length. Her long fingers slid around it and she moaned loudly at feel of it, the weight of it. She stroked up and down his cock, keeping her grip firm and confident. She thrust her hips forward against his hand, trying to urge him to get her underwear down.
The numbers on the elevator were ticking down above their heads. Marc was only faintly aware of how many floors they had to go down. He flicked the elastic of her underwear teasingly, it snapping lightly against her skin and then they too were torn from her body. His other hand cupped her arse as he continued to massage her clit in arousing strokes. Two other fingers were buried deep inside her, stroking her inner walls and he could feel her clenching around them. It was driving him wild. Her arse was soft and smooth. If they weren't on a ticking clock, he would be on his knees before her in a heartbeat. He pulled roughly out of the kiss and licked his lips with another confident smirk. His hand was hooked under her leg and pulled up to wrap around his waist and the kiss was captured right up where it left off as he buried himself balls deep into her slick heat.
Harri's fingers curled around the back of his neck as she held him against her while her head fell back against the wall of the elevator. The sound she made was a cross between longing and relief. She'd been going crazy with thoughts of him since she'd set eyes on Marcus and now here was; filling her so completely. Cameron entered her mind briefly, and as wonderful as he was, there was something even more wonderful about Marcus. Or maybe it wasn't wonderful, maybe that was the wrong word. Was it really wonderful if he had got himself under skin so that she could have just as easily slapped him again while he made her moan? She clenched tightly around him, holding him in place before she released him and used his body as leverage to pull herself back, waiting for him to slam into her.
And he did. The hard, fast, and hungry rhythm was set with a sharp pounding of his hips in and out of her with reckless abandon. The heating of the building had already assured it was warm in the elevator, but between them, their skin was sweat-soaked and the sounds of exerted arousal took the place of any words that might have passed between them. There had been no words, even if both likely had a lot they wanted to say. It was just raw and rough sex, exactly like she demanded, and while he wouldn't relinquish that he was catering to her demands that easily, he was willing to concede that he would gladly take any number of slaps across the face from her if it led to a good hard fuck like this. He growled and lifted her other leg, using his whole weight to hold her up against the wall while he took her deeply and thoroughly. Every stroke was sending shockwaves through him and his darkened hair fell damply into his eyes, which met hers right before he dipped his head and bit down on her throat at her pulse point.
Harri cried out, the the grip around his neck tightening as her other hand flew up to try and grab something to hold on wall. There was nothing though, so she just slapped at the smooth metal surface and grunted as she felt her body shudder and threaten to break apart. He was good. He was so very, very good. She crossed her feet together behind him and rocked her hips forward as she felt the shockwaves start to roll through her body. She looked down at him with dark eyes, the blue all but gone as the arousal flooded her system. Her lips were parted and glistening as she panted and another cry escaped her as she pulsed around him and the orgasm tore through her.
Fifth floor and going down. All it took was another few sharp thrusts of his hips, slamming into her as deeply as he could on each stroke and he growled, shoving her bruisingly up against the wall as he exploded forcefully deep inside her. A few more light movements of his hips through the aftershocks as they veered into the post-coital fuzzy warmth. He released his grip on her, her feet easing back to the floor as he withdrew from her. A husky clear of his throat and another claiming kiss as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up right before the illuminated numbers hit G and the elevator came to a halt on the ground floor of the high rise complex.
Harri pushed her fingers through her blonde locks as she let out a satisfied sigh and adjusted her dress so that it mostly covered her. She stooped to pick up her panties, and winked at Marcus as she tucked them into the pocket of his trousers. A memento for him to remember her by. As the doors opened Harri was the first to leave, looking straight ahead as she managed not to wobble on her heels. The temptation to glance back over her shoulder to see him again was hard to fight, and she had to dig her nails into her hands as she curled them into fists to stop herself from giving in. Although, maybe if she turned back around and punched him, he'd fuck her into her ground and have her screaming again.
Marc watched her back with a smirk as she left. He turned around and sought out the security camera and threw them a little wave with his fingers. His cell phone started to ring in his pocket and he pulled it out to answer it. Nothing had been said, but a lot had been conveyed. One thing was certain, though. The game just got very interesting.
Harriet Ryan & Marcus Fraser
Original Characters
Words: 2170
All muses referenced with permission.
Give your body to me
Give your body to me
Let your body be free
Free your body, your body with me
I want to undress you
Wanna caress you (wanna caress you)
Don't wanna be coy
It's time to get me off
Come on baby, thrust me, trust me, get me off
You're my poison and I cannot get enough
--
[Co-written with agentfraser | Follows directly after THIS | NSFW]
By the time Harri had made her dramatic flounce from her own party, Marc had no less than four waitresses swarming around him offering him ice and asking him if he was okay. The James deep in him had been tempted to say Harri had a tick in her arm and accidentally belted him during an episode, but he figured she would likely hunt him down and peel his scrotum off with a pair of expensive nail clippers. Still, he figured the encounter had been a success. He had gotten under her skin, as she had done with him. He had only been at the party in the first place to break into the ever-moving circle that was high profile fashion and Harriet Ryan at the helm of Razor was one of many keys he could use to unlock those doors. He hadn't expected her to hold his intrigue so much, though. Izzy had been the last person who belted him in the face like that. Was there something to be analysed in that?
No. No. Quit it, he instructed himself. The last few weeks had been an ever internal diatribe to tell himself to forget his old life. Izzy was the past... not even that. She was nothing to Marcus Fraser. She was James' past and James was dead. He rubbed his temple just a little. They warned him it would take time; time he was afforded, but never on the job. In his spare time, out of undercover, he could dwell all he wanted and had Secret Service psychologists and shrinks at his fingertips to get through the transition. All that mattered so far, however, was that he was acing the job. Marcus really was an easy skin to slide into and he was becoming more and more him as the days ticked over.
But he was done with the party. He feigned a highly pissed off exit and stormed out after peeling the waitresses off him. He wasn't particularly bothered either way. In all honesty, the slap just made him even more hot for her. She had admitted she wanted him to fuck her hard and fast, through which he had maintained the indifferent, cool mystery he was fast perfecting. He had a smoke on the rooftop and was now weaving his way down the fire escape stairs to the elevator inside. His biggest score of the night had been an offer of E in the men's room by an upcoming software developer. Marc had pocketed it with a smirk of thanks and said nothing. The small evidence bag containing the pill was now tucked safely away deep inside his breast pocket. The guy could have gotten the pill from anywhere.
The elevator lights illuminated and there was soon the telltale ding as the doors swung open and revealed Harriet standing there in the elevator alone. Their eyes locked and Marc's smirk was back as he sauntered casually into the elevator. He pressed the heel of his hand against the ground floor button and as the doors slid closed again, he caught her hand in his and pulled her into a deep, searing snog.
Harri had spent the entire time from when she'd slapped Marcus until he kissed her cursing his name. In fact she was still cursing it even as her leg hooked around him and pulled him close against her. It was just in between the cursing of his name she was silently imploring him to fuck her just like she'd wanted because he was the one to have gotten her into this ridiculously horny and frustrated mess, so he could get her out of it. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down as her free hand grabbed at that very gorgeous arse and gave it a good squeeze.
Oh, it was like that, was it? She really did want it rough. He pushed her sharply up against the wall of the elevator with a growl in the back of his throat. A handful of her dress was bunched up her thigh in his palm and he shoved the folded of fabric out of the way to give him access. The slinky sheaths danced around his wrist and if it kept up like that, he was going to have to just rip it off. He forced his hips forward to grind his erection up against her thigh and hooked his fingers into the tight elastic of her silky underwear. The kiss intensified and his tongue battled with hers for dominance. Neither of them were giving up this cat and mouse chase without a fight.
Harri moaned as she sucked on his tongue briefly before hers was once against pushing against his. At least the man knew how to take a hint. Surprising given his indifference and need to have everything spelt out for him earlier. Maybe she'd misjudged him, or maybe he really was just a prick who at least knew how to fuck. She rocked her hips to help with the friction, wrestling her hand free of his so she could take a fistful of his hair and tug on it sharply as she continued to kiss him. The hand on his arse moved around to the front, and her fingers started to work at his belt. This was hardly the time for foreplay. Harri needed him now. She took a gasping breath as the kiss ended for merely seconds before her mouth was back on his, and her fingernails dug into his abdomen.
He was going to be sore tomorrow. Even that thought alone sent sparks of heat to all the right places. He had never been opposed to a bit of pain in the bedroom... or the elevator, as the current situation may be. That was it, the dress had officially become a workplace hazard. A sharp flick of his wrist and the flimsy material tore up the seam to give him better access. That was the thing about expensive fashion; it was always so reliable to be often handmade and easy to get off. His teeth brushed against her lip, a small warning he would bite if called for and he roughly pushed his hand down into her knickers. His expert fingers were engulfed by her wet heat and he rewarded her with a burst of indulgent pressure against her clit, his own moan of hunger reverberating around the small elevator cubicle. Chances were there were security cameras in the lift, too... Oh well. Someone was going to get a good show.
Harri had already thought of the cameras, and would have been plotting ways to get the tape if he wasn't so good at distracting her. She didn't care about the dress, she didn't even care if someone found them. All she did care about was how fantastic those fingers of his were. She gripped the sides of his trousers and gave a sharp tug to expose his hard length. Her long fingers slid around it and she moaned loudly at feel of it, the weight of it. She stroked up and down his cock, keeping her grip firm and confident. She thrust her hips forward against his hand, trying to urge him to get her underwear down.
The numbers on the elevator were ticking down above their heads. Marc was only faintly aware of how many floors they had to go down. He flicked the elastic of her underwear teasingly, it snapping lightly against her skin and then they too were torn from her body. His other hand cupped her arse as he continued to massage her clit in arousing strokes. Two other fingers were buried deep inside her, stroking her inner walls and he could feel her clenching around them. It was driving him wild. Her arse was soft and smooth. If they weren't on a ticking clock, he would be on his knees before her in a heartbeat. He pulled roughly out of the kiss and licked his lips with another confident smirk. His hand was hooked under her leg and pulled up to wrap around his waist and the kiss was captured right up where it left off as he buried himself balls deep into her slick heat.
Harri's fingers curled around the back of his neck as she held him against her while her head fell back against the wall of the elevator. The sound she made was a cross between longing and relief. She'd been going crazy with thoughts of him since she'd set eyes on Marcus and now here was; filling her so completely. Cameron entered her mind briefly, and as wonderful as he was, there was something even more wonderful about Marcus. Or maybe it wasn't wonderful, maybe that was the wrong word. Was it really wonderful if he had got himself under skin so that she could have just as easily slapped him again while he made her moan? She clenched tightly around him, holding him in place before she released him and used his body as leverage to pull herself back, waiting for him to slam into her.
And he did. The hard, fast, and hungry rhythm was set with a sharp pounding of his hips in and out of her with reckless abandon. The heating of the building had already assured it was warm in the elevator, but between them, their skin was sweat-soaked and the sounds of exerted arousal took the place of any words that might have passed between them. There had been no words, even if both likely had a lot they wanted to say. It was just raw and rough sex, exactly like she demanded, and while he wouldn't relinquish that he was catering to her demands that easily, he was willing to concede that he would gladly take any number of slaps across the face from her if it led to a good hard fuck like this. He growled and lifted her other leg, using his whole weight to hold her up against the wall while he took her deeply and thoroughly. Every stroke was sending shockwaves through him and his darkened hair fell damply into his eyes, which met hers right before he dipped his head and bit down on her throat at her pulse point.
Harri cried out, the the grip around his neck tightening as her other hand flew up to try and grab something to hold on wall. There was nothing though, so she just slapped at the smooth metal surface and grunted as she felt her body shudder and threaten to break apart. He was good. He was so very, very good. She crossed her feet together behind him and rocked her hips forward as she felt the shockwaves start to roll through her body. She looked down at him with dark eyes, the blue all but gone as the arousal flooded her system. Her lips were parted and glistening as she panted and another cry escaped her as she pulsed around him and the orgasm tore through her.
Fifth floor and going down. All it took was another few sharp thrusts of his hips, slamming into her as deeply as he could on each stroke and he growled, shoving her bruisingly up against the wall as he exploded forcefully deep inside her. A few more light movements of his hips through the aftershocks as they veered into the post-coital fuzzy warmth. He released his grip on her, her feet easing back to the floor as he withdrew from her. A husky clear of his throat and another claiming kiss as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up right before the illuminated numbers hit G and the elevator came to a halt on the ground floor of the high rise complex.
Harri pushed her fingers through her blonde locks as she let out a satisfied sigh and adjusted her dress so that it mostly covered her. She stooped to pick up her panties, and winked at Marcus as she tucked them into the pocket of his trousers. A memento for him to remember her by. As the doors opened Harri was the first to leave, looking straight ahead as she managed not to wobble on her heels. The temptation to glance back over her shoulder to see him again was hard to fight, and she had to dig her nails into her hands as she curled them into fists to stop herself from giving in. Although, maybe if she turned back around and punched him, he'd fuck her into her ground and have her screaming again.
Marc watched her back with a smirk as she left. He turned around and sought out the security camera and threw them a little wave with his fingers. His cell phone started to ring in his pocket and he pulled it out to answer it. Nothing had been said, but a lot had been conveyed. One thing was certain, though. The game just got very interesting.
Harriet Ryan & Marcus Fraser
Original Characters
Words: 2170
All muses referenced with permission.