fanfic
Title: Hot Geek Sex. Part Two.
Author: Fromgrissom
Fandom: CSI Vegas
Pairing: GSR
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N: Unbetaed. This is a follow up to part one, obviously. The original idea was to have them as 2 stand alones, the first part being PG13, but Grissom and Sara refused to keep their clothes on, so now both parts are NC17. Exploring fantasies...
First part here
Second part
Grissom found himself pacing nervously in his lounge, white knuckles clutching his scotch as if his life depended on it. He took a large mouthful, hoping that he would start to feel its effect soon. This was ridiculous, he told himself, he was anxious about having sex with his own girlfriend! He drained his drink and sat on the couch, feeling more and more like a teenager on a first date. Just minutes ago he and Sara had been making out, her hands wandering languorously inside his shirt, getting him steadily hotter. Then, as pre-arranged, she had stopped and left him alone so she could add the finishing touches to the fantasy scenario.
Relax, Grissom told himself, running his hands through his hair nervously. He tried to calm himself. They had talked about the scenario in great detail, planned how it would run, and even chosen a safe word should either one of them want to end the fantasy at any time. As hard as it would be to completely let himself go, he trusted Sara, and although he was still worried that she would judge him, this was one of her most intimate fantasies so he wanted to make it as enjoyable as possible for her.
Grissom’s musings were interrupted by Sara’s voice calling him upstairs. With a deep breath to steady his nerves he stood and made his way to the bedroom. He opened the door and closed it quickly behind him without giving himself the chance to over-think the action. He stayed still for a moment as he took in the scene, the lit candles, the equipment on the bed, and Sara. She had been facing the window when he walked in, her dark hair hanging in loose curls and her body wrapped deliciously in a black corset and thong set. Long black boots completed the look.
For the briefest of moments a memory floated to the surface, as real and insistent as deja vu, but then Sara turned to face him and it disappeared. It’s not her, he reminded himself, trying to suppress the wave of dread that had swept through him, unbidden, at the long repressed memory.
Sara hesitated when Grissom made no move towards her. This was her fantasy, but he was the one in control. For a long moment she thought that he was going to call the whole thing off, but eventually he walked to the bed and sat on the end. He picked up the collar and ran the smooth leather through his hands.
“Come here.” Grissom’s voice was firm and deliberate, but not thick and gravely like Sara was used to when he was aroused. She immediately walked to him and knelt obediently in front of him, hoping that it would help dispel his nerves. She held her hair back for him as he fastened the collar round her neck, running a finger round the inside to reassure himself that it wasn’t too tight. Hooking his index finger through the metal loop at the front, Grissom pulled gently on the collar, testing it out. Sara’s eyes darkened with arousal at this, and he couldn’t resist pulling on it again, drawing her full lips into a deep kiss. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Lie down on the bed.” Grissom pulled away the smallest of inches to utter the command, and Sara could sense his awkwardness begin to dissipate. Fast. She knelt on the end of the bed and slowly crawled her way to the pillows, holding Grissom’s gaze over her shoulder as she went. Then she rolled onto her back, crossed her ankles coyly, and waited for her next instructions. Grissom lost no time in joining her on the bed. He ran his hand up and down her torso several times before settling on a covered breast as he trailed open-mouth kisses along her collarbone.
“ Oooh Gil.” The words escaped her as a gasp, and Grissom’s ministrations halted immediately.
“Silence, Miss Sidle.” He commanded gruffly, pushing the cups of the corset down to allow himself full access to her breasts. He greedily sucked a nipple into his mouth, roughly teasing it into a peak. Sara barely stifled a moan and thrust her chest upwards in encouragement. Grissom switched to her other breast, catching the nipple between his teeth and lapping at it with his tongue. Sara began to writhe under him, panting desperately. Grissom suckled noisily as his left hand descended to the apex of her thighs. He traced the line of her thong a few times before moving it aside to slip two fingers inside her. Sara sighed as her aching arousal was temporarily relieved, but a firm flex of Grissom’s fingers quickly stoked the flames of desire once more, and her hips began to move wantonly to the rhythm he set for her. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts upwards into the tantalising embrace of his talented mouth. The insistent pressure of his fingertips on her G-spot, combined with his unrelenting assault on the sensitive flesh of her nipples, pulled her steadily towards ecstasy, only for him to remove his fingers at the crucial moment before release.
“You are here for my pleasure, Miss Sidle. Satisfy me and you may receive your own. If you earn it.” Grissom growled over Sara’s whimpers of protest. He reached to grab the leash, forgotten at the end of the bed, and clipped it to her collar without further ado. Sara expected him to test it out as he had done with the collar, but to her surprise he let go of the end to move to the foot of the bed.
“Come here.” He ordered, opening his fly and pushing his pants and boxers to the floor as Sara scooted off the bed and positioned herself at his feet. She offered him the end of the leash and he accepted it; a tacit agreement that the role-play should proceed as planned. Grissom wrapped the end of the leash around his hand, leaving her enough slack to sit up straight if she wanted to.
“Lick the tip.” Sara obediently his gruff command, sweeping the flat of her tongue over the head of his cock, enjoying the taste that was pure Grissom. God, she loved going down on him. It never failed to get her hot.
“Good. Now start at the base and run your tongue all the way up. Yeah, just like that.” Grissom’s hand was already tightening subconsciously on the leash, his commands now punctuated with low moans of encouragement. The rough edge to his voice was enough to soak her panties again.
“Now put it into your mouth as far as it’ll go.” Sara took a deep breath, hoping to relax her throat. She parted her lips over the head and met Grissom’s eyes as she descended down the length of him, one hand on his muscular thigh for balance. When she hit her gag point she steadied herself before pushing on a little more, her own arousal increasing with his.
“Gah, good girl.” Grissom wound a little more of the leash in, only the smallest remnant of restraint keeping him from thrusting fully into Sara’s hot, willing mouth.
“Now suck on me and slowly pull your mouth back up.” She executed his orders with excruciating precision and felt herself get hotter at hearing the effect she had on him.
“Holy hell, honey!” Grissom was fast losing the ability to produce any coherent speech, instead winding the rest of the leash in, essentially tugging Sara’s mouth back and keeping it where it was most urgently needed. This time there was no restraining the movement of his hips as Sara used the small amount of slack that she had to bob her head in an intense rhythm. She slipped her free hand down to caress Grissom’s balls, stroking the sensitive skin in time with her ministrations on his shaft.
“So good. Oh, honey, keep going.” Grissom’s free hand was massaging Sara’s scalp in encouragement. He could feel her moaning her enjoyment around his cock, sending vibrations rippling through it. Sara began to rub her thighs together in a desperate attempt to relieve her aroused flesh, her own moans joining Grissom’s vocalisations. Finally any lingering element of the fantasy burned up in the heated lust of the moment. Grissom’s hand dropped the leash of its own volition, moving to tangle in her hair, holding her curls away from her face so he could see every feverish rise and descent of her soft pink lips. The erotic sight of Sara pleasuring him, the muted sounds of her enjoyment, the smell of sex in the room, it all seemed to overtake Grissom at once, and he began to thrust upwards uncontrollably as he hurtled towards release.
“Yeah fuck, baby, so close… God, fucking love your hot little mouth, get me so hot. Love you so much, Sara. God, yeah.” He continued to babble as Sara took him over the edge, swallowing the warm stream of cum that he released into her mouth, only slowing when she was sure he was done.
His satisfaction obtained, Grissom didn’t waste a moment in pulling Sara up onto his lap. She knelt over him, gladly and easily accepting three fingers that she rode with abandon. She rested her head on Grissom’s shoulder as she rocked in his lap, sobbing her grateful enjoyment. It didn’t take long for her body to start quaking around his fingers. He held her hip with his free hand, helping her to find the right combination of movement and pressure to allow her release, and when her orgasm finally swept over her it was expressed in husky relieved whispers and delicate trembles.
When Sara’s movements finally ceased, Grissom lay back, pulling her with him and they lay contented in each other’s arms enjoying the warm afterglow. Eventually he moved them under the comforter, each of them discarding all excess clothing for comfort. Sara gratefully removed the corset and boots with Grissom’s help before snuggling under the duvet with him. After a few minutes speech suddenly reasserted itself.
“My God, Griss, that was so hot.”
“See, way better than the regular hot geek sex.” Grissom yawned as he said it. Sara giggled at this, snuggling in closer. She stroked her fingertips lazily across Grissom’s chest, tangling them in the hair there. She sighed a soft, contented sigh, then looked up at him and asked quietly;
“You know what you said before? Say it again?” Grissom met her eyes and read her mind.
“Sara Sidle, I love you.” Sara felt her cheeks flush with pleasure and responded the only way she knew how, with sass and an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
“No, not that. I meant say ‘hot geek sex’ again.”
“Give me five minutes and you will regret that.” Grissom promised sleepily. His response was a throaty chuckle as Sara settled herself into her niche on his shoulder with a gentle kiss on the cheek. As he began to drift off Sara’s whisper brought a delighted smile to his face that lasted deep into his sleep.
“I love you too, Gil.”
Author: Fromgrissom
Fandom: CSI Vegas
Pairing: GSR
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N: Unbetaed. This is a follow up to part one, obviously. The original idea was to have them as 2 stand alones, the first part being PG13, but Grissom and Sara refused to keep their clothes on, so now both parts are NC17. Exploring fantasies...
First part here
Second part
Grissom found himself pacing nervously in his lounge, white knuckles clutching his scotch as if his life depended on it. He took a large mouthful, hoping that he would start to feel its effect soon. This was ridiculous, he told himself, he was anxious about having sex with his own girlfriend! He drained his drink and sat on the couch, feeling more and more like a teenager on a first date. Just minutes ago he and Sara had been making out, her hands wandering languorously inside his shirt, getting him steadily hotter. Then, as pre-arranged, she had stopped and left him alone so she could add the finishing touches to the fantasy scenario.
Relax, Grissom told himself, running his hands through his hair nervously. He tried to calm himself. They had talked about the scenario in great detail, planned how it would run, and even chosen a safe word should either one of them want to end the fantasy at any time. As hard as it would be to completely let himself go, he trusted Sara, and although he was still worried that she would judge him, this was one of her most intimate fantasies so he wanted to make it as enjoyable as possible for her.
Grissom’s musings were interrupted by Sara’s voice calling him upstairs. With a deep breath to steady his nerves he stood and made his way to the bedroom. He opened the door and closed it quickly behind him without giving himself the chance to over-think the action. He stayed still for a moment as he took in the scene, the lit candles, the equipment on the bed, and Sara. She had been facing the window when he walked in, her dark hair hanging in loose curls and her body wrapped deliciously in a black corset and thong set. Long black boots completed the look.
For the briefest of moments a memory floated to the surface, as real and insistent as deja vu, but then Sara turned to face him and it disappeared. It’s not her, he reminded himself, trying to suppress the wave of dread that had swept through him, unbidden, at the long repressed memory.
Sara hesitated when Grissom made no move towards her. This was her fantasy, but he was the one in control. For a long moment she thought that he was going to call the whole thing off, but eventually he walked to the bed and sat on the end. He picked up the collar and ran the smooth leather through his hands.
“Come here.” Grissom’s voice was firm and deliberate, but not thick and gravely like Sara was used to when he was aroused. She immediately walked to him and knelt obediently in front of him, hoping that it would help dispel his nerves. She held her hair back for him as he fastened the collar round her neck, running a finger round the inside to reassure himself that it wasn’t too tight. Hooking his index finger through the metal loop at the front, Grissom pulled gently on the collar, testing it out. Sara’s eyes darkened with arousal at this, and he couldn’t resist pulling on it again, drawing her full lips into a deep kiss. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Lie down on the bed.” Grissom pulled away the smallest of inches to utter the command, and Sara could sense his awkwardness begin to dissipate. Fast. She knelt on the end of the bed and slowly crawled her way to the pillows, holding Grissom’s gaze over her shoulder as she went. Then she rolled onto her back, crossed her ankles coyly, and waited for her next instructions. Grissom lost no time in joining her on the bed. He ran his hand up and down her torso several times before settling on a covered breast as he trailed open-mouth kisses along her collarbone.
“ Oooh Gil.” The words escaped her as a gasp, and Grissom’s ministrations halted immediately.
“Silence, Miss Sidle.” He commanded gruffly, pushing the cups of the corset down to allow himself full access to her breasts. He greedily sucked a nipple into his mouth, roughly teasing it into a peak. Sara barely stifled a moan and thrust her chest upwards in encouragement. Grissom switched to her other breast, catching the nipple between his teeth and lapping at it with his tongue. Sara began to writhe under him, panting desperately. Grissom suckled noisily as his left hand descended to the apex of her thighs. He traced the line of her thong a few times before moving it aside to slip two fingers inside her. Sara sighed as her aching arousal was temporarily relieved, but a firm flex of Grissom’s fingers quickly stoked the flames of desire once more, and her hips began to move wantonly to the rhythm he set for her. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts upwards into the tantalising embrace of his talented mouth. The insistent pressure of his fingertips on her G-spot, combined with his unrelenting assault on the sensitive flesh of her nipples, pulled her steadily towards ecstasy, only for him to remove his fingers at the crucial moment before release.
“You are here for my pleasure, Miss Sidle. Satisfy me and you may receive your own. If you earn it.” Grissom growled over Sara’s whimpers of protest. He reached to grab the leash, forgotten at the end of the bed, and clipped it to her collar without further ado. Sara expected him to test it out as he had done with the collar, but to her surprise he let go of the end to move to the foot of the bed.
“Come here.” He ordered, opening his fly and pushing his pants and boxers to the floor as Sara scooted off the bed and positioned herself at his feet. She offered him the end of the leash and he accepted it; a tacit agreement that the role-play should proceed as planned. Grissom wrapped the end of the leash around his hand, leaving her enough slack to sit up straight if she wanted to.
“Lick the tip.” Sara obediently his gruff command, sweeping the flat of her tongue over the head of his cock, enjoying the taste that was pure Grissom. God, she loved going down on him. It never failed to get her hot.
“Good. Now start at the base and run your tongue all the way up. Yeah, just like that.” Grissom’s hand was already tightening subconsciously on the leash, his commands now punctuated with low moans of encouragement. The rough edge to his voice was enough to soak her panties again.
“Now put it into your mouth as far as it’ll go.” Sara took a deep breath, hoping to relax her throat. She parted her lips over the head and met Grissom’s eyes as she descended down the length of him, one hand on his muscular thigh for balance. When she hit her gag point she steadied herself before pushing on a little more, her own arousal increasing with his.
“Gah, good girl.” Grissom wound a little more of the leash in, only the smallest remnant of restraint keeping him from thrusting fully into Sara’s hot, willing mouth.
“Now suck on me and slowly pull your mouth back up.” She executed his orders with excruciating precision and felt herself get hotter at hearing the effect she had on him.
“Holy hell, honey!” Grissom was fast losing the ability to produce any coherent speech, instead winding the rest of the leash in, essentially tugging Sara’s mouth back and keeping it where it was most urgently needed. This time there was no restraining the movement of his hips as Sara used the small amount of slack that she had to bob her head in an intense rhythm. She slipped her free hand down to caress Grissom’s balls, stroking the sensitive skin in time with her ministrations on his shaft.
“So good. Oh, honey, keep going.” Grissom’s free hand was massaging Sara’s scalp in encouragement. He could feel her moaning her enjoyment around his cock, sending vibrations rippling through it. Sara began to rub her thighs together in a desperate attempt to relieve her aroused flesh, her own moans joining Grissom’s vocalisations. Finally any lingering element of the fantasy burned up in the heated lust of the moment. Grissom’s hand dropped the leash of its own volition, moving to tangle in her hair, holding her curls away from her face so he could see every feverish rise and descent of her soft pink lips. The erotic sight of Sara pleasuring him, the muted sounds of her enjoyment, the smell of sex in the room, it all seemed to overtake Grissom at once, and he began to thrust upwards uncontrollably as he hurtled towards release.
“Yeah fuck, baby, so close… God, fucking love your hot little mouth, get me so hot. Love you so much, Sara. God, yeah.” He continued to babble as Sara took him over the edge, swallowing the warm stream of cum that he released into her mouth, only slowing when she was sure he was done.
His satisfaction obtained, Grissom didn’t waste a moment in pulling Sara up onto his lap. She knelt over him, gladly and easily accepting three fingers that she rode with abandon. She rested her head on Grissom’s shoulder as she rocked in his lap, sobbing her grateful enjoyment. It didn’t take long for her body to start quaking around his fingers. He held her hip with his free hand, helping her to find the right combination of movement and pressure to allow her release, and when her orgasm finally swept over her it was expressed in husky relieved whispers and delicate trembles.
When Sara’s movements finally ceased, Grissom lay back, pulling her with him and they lay contented in each other’s arms enjoying the warm afterglow. Eventually he moved them under the comforter, each of them discarding all excess clothing for comfort. Sara gratefully removed the corset and boots with Grissom’s help before snuggling under the duvet with him. After a few minutes speech suddenly reasserted itself.
“My God, Griss, that was so hot.”
“See, way better than the regular hot geek sex.” Grissom yawned as he said it. Sara giggled at this, snuggling in closer. She stroked her fingertips lazily across Grissom’s chest, tangling them in the hair there. She sighed a soft, contented sigh, then looked up at him and asked quietly;
“You know what you said before? Say it again?” Grissom met her eyes and read her mind.
“Sara Sidle, I love you.” Sara felt her cheeks flush with pleasure and responded the only way she knew how, with sass and an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
“No, not that. I meant say ‘hot geek sex’ again.”
“Give me five minutes and you will regret that.” Grissom promised sleepily. His response was a throaty chuckle as Sara settled herself into her niche on his shoulder with a gentle kiss on the cheek. As he began to drift off Sara’s whisper brought a delighted smile to his face that lasted deep into his sleep.
“I love you too, Gil.”