out of control | high aphro

[doctornota]

It hit McCoy suddenly, the book he'd been perusing dropping out of suddenly nerveless fingers. He reached out for the bookshelf, clutching it with a white-knuckled hand, trying to control his suddenly ragged, heavy breathing. He could feel his skin flushing, reddening his face and neck, and it felt like his blood was heating up within his veins

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[ihadmittenson]

Brooke's eyes went wide the moment her back hit the wall but other than that and the flexing of her hands at her sides, she didn't have too much time to react. Especially when his body was suddenly pressed against hers. The heat of his body that close to her was too much, especially combined with the bulge that was pushing into her hip, and she moved her hands to his chest.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

If he didn't get off her soon, she was going to start screaming. Never mind the fact that her own body seemed to be heating up rather quickly, which she would blame on his temperature, or the fact that she wasn't as frightened as she probably should be considering she had absolutely no idea who this man was.

[doctornota]

"I did say I was sorry," McCoy returned, trying to regulate his breathing, but finding he was still pretty much panting, no matter what he tried to do otherwise. "I really don't seem to have a lot of control over myself right now."

[ihadmittenson]

Her gaze moved towards his mouth despite her efforts to keep it elsewhere, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She can feel his breath against her skin, the warmth of it far too welcoming. The pounding of her heartbeat in her ears was almost deafening as she let out a shallow breath, eyes eventually moving back up to catch his gaze.

"What is this place?" As if they had a mind of their own, Brooke's fingered tightened around his shirt. She had just arrived here about an hour ago and he was the first person she'd ran into, so she was still pretty confused about the whole thing.

Her mind seemed a little more focused on him, though.

[doctornota]

"It's a love hotel," he replied, his accent making a word that really should have been mono- into a polysyllabic one, softening and lengthening the vowels, until it sounded like they'd been dipped in honey. "Makes people do crazy shit like - like tackle women in the hallways. Swear I'm not normally like this, but please, is it yes or no?"

[ihadmittenson]

Brooke's not exactly unaccustomed to kissing strangers - or doing more, for that matter - but it still felt strange to be sliding her hands up his chest and then around to the back of his head. But her body felt like it had suddenly been set on fire, perhaps by this guy's body heat, and the sound of that accent... Lacing her fingers in his hair, Brooke lifted herself up onto her toes a bit more than her heels already had her and arched into him as she captured his lips in a hungry kiss.

[doctornota]

...oh, hell yes.

With a low groan into the kiss, McCoy's hands slid down to wrap around her waist, pulling her tight to him. She was warm and soft and felt good, and her mouth was already incredible, even though all they were doing was kissing. He parted his lips, not quite pressing out his tongue yet, but definitely kissing her with a heat and passion that he usually only showed in anger.

[ihadmittenson]

Arching into him, Brooke's fingers tightened slightly in his hair as she sucked in a breath through her nose. The heat and the solidity of his body felt incredible and the idea of feeling his bare skin pressed against her own sent a chill up her spine. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and gave it a gentle tug before kissing him again, this time letting her tongue out to tease just past his lips.

[doctornota]

The tug at his lip, her tongue - it all made him moan into her mouth, and he pressed his tongue back against hers, tangling them together. Just the simple touch sent electricity arcing through him, and he could feel heat pooling in his groin, his erection throbbing in his jeans. He wanted her so badly he felt like his nerves were aching, like his clothes were all too tight.

[ihadmittenson]

The same heat was pooling between Brooke's legs, making sure that her veins ran just as hot. Her hands moved to his arms, gripping his bicep as she kissed him harder. Never mind the fact that they were in the middle of the hotel's hallway; Brooke wanted him and she wanted him soon. That much was probably evident in the way she pressed closer, grinding slightly against him even though his erection was against her hip instead of where she really wanted it.

[doctornota]

Feeling her seeking out friction like that, he shifted his own hips so their bodies were better aligned, and fuck, the heat of her core radiating against him, even through all the fabric between them, made his head spin. Finally breaking the kiss, he sucked in air like a drowning man and muttered, "Get these damned things off - " as his fingers began to fumble with the fastening on her jeans.

[ihadmittenson]

Her hands gripped his biceps harder when he moved his hips, gasping as he broke the kiss and her back arched away from the wall. It wasn't nearly enough but the feel of him pressing against her, even that little bit, sent a shudder of pleasure down Brooke's spine. "Say please," she breathed, even as she moved her hands down between them to help him out. It would take too long if she left it up to him, what with the way he was already fumbling.

[doctornota]

"Get these damned things off, please," he replied exaggeratedly, and he would have rolled his eyes but he was too busy trying to get her pants off. He had priorities, and right now, the very top one was getting her as naked as possible as soon as possible. Finally, thank fuck, the button gave and he was tugging them off, pulling her panties with.

[ihadmittenson]

Brooke bit back a grin as he tugged her clothing off, not even giving her a chance to kick her shoes off. Once they were down far enough, she slid her feet (high heels and all) out of the legs. Without even kicking them away, she moved her hands to start undoing his pants as she arched up to kiss him again, this time with even more intensity than before.

[doctornota]

His jeans hopefully came undone easily enough for her - he was definitely holding still for her, though it made his nerves ache to do so. He just wanted her, and if it meant holding still for a second, he would. His mouth never stopped moving though, working against her mouth, tongue caressing and teasing.

[ihadmittenson]

Her hands were fumbling nearly as much as his had, so it didn't take too long for his jeans to come undone. After pushing them and his boxers down to his knees, Brooke's hand wrapped around his length, moaning into the kiss at the feel of how hard he was. Breaking the kiss, she slid her other hand up to the back of his head in an attempt to pull him down a bit more so she could tease his ear with her mouth.

[doctornota]

"Oh fuck," he breathed unevenly, bucking into the warmth of her hand, his cock throbbing in her grasp. It would be easy - so goddamned easy - to just fuck himself to completion in that hand, but how could he, when she was there, so wet and ready and -

Unthinkingly, he leaned down, still grinding against her hand, and his own went between her legs, teasing her as she was teasing him. Long fingers found her clit, rubbing it gently, teasing at the stiffened nub.