just_fck_me | 13.5. Amomaxia
13.5. Amomaxia (or in other words, love-making in a parked car)
Co-written with withlightson | Follows THIS
Alex placed a fresh sangria - Kara's drink of choice - in front of her and slipped back into the other side of the booth. The bar was a trendy little place in one of the back streets of Soho, recommended to Alex by one of the nurses on his ward. It wasn't too bad; not exactly Alex's scene, but Kara, in the job she did, looked like she fit right in. It was a good choice and at least she wouldn't think he was a total knob. His usual place for a drink would be a dingy bar out of public view while he met with his colleagues, or if he was undercover, whatever suited the personality he was easing into. One drink had turned into three, and now four. Alex stopped at two beers and moved on to soda water. He wasn't even driving, so it might seem odd. He had Marc's business car complete with driver for the night... it was to keep up appearances and make it look like Marc was doing his colleague a favour, when really it was because Alex's car was full of case briefs he needed to drop off to Marc in the morning and he didn't want Kara getting curious about them. Not to mention curious about Lachlan Campbell's medical records the SS had gotten their hands on... and there was nothing small about those records.
He smirked at her in amusement. "Do I lose points for taking so long to come through with the drink?" he asked.
Kara was hoping she wasn't coming off as overly tipsy. The alcohol had started to give her a flush in her cheeks, and she could start to feel herself get restless. Sometimes when she drank she got a little handsy, and sitting across from Alex wasn't helping her. She was making an incredibly conscious effort to keep her hands and feet to herself, too scared she'd come off as a tart. Not that she already hadn't tried repeatedly while sober to hit on him.
She gave a shake of her head, and took a sip of her fresh cocktail as she smiled. "You've already tried to wriggle your way out of it repeatedly, so I guess you actually gain points for creativity. Sorry if I must seem like a desperate stalker... Guess I should maybe just learn to accept it when a guy says no."
"Maybe," Alex conceded noncommitally, "but then we wouldn't be here, would we? Sure you don't want to buy the gay story?" he asked, watching her over the top of his glass. As much of a flirt as Alex could be, he didn't have many past relationships under his belt. His job usually ruled that out and had taken precedence since he joined the force. Before that, he was a study nerd, always with his nose in a book to gain the best grades he could. His double degree demanded it, and although he was pretty smart these days because of it, it wasn't exactly conducive to a romantic life. Sure, he had been trying to push her away, but not completely. That was probably selfish, but he enjoyed her company. He just didn't want to hurt her. The slight give and take was how he dealt with that. He really didn't know how Marc was doing it.
Kara pushed her drink off to the side and leaned forward so her forearms were flat against the table, and Alex would get a clear shot down her silver top. The loose material fell open easily and she tilted her head as she held his gaze. Kara had never been much of a study nerd, but she did spend a lot of time lost in her own artistic world. She generally relished contact with anyone that could keep her interested for more than just a quick fuck. And Alex was certainly doing that so far, but then he had made her chase him. Whether he'd wanted the attention, or not. "I don't know, that all depends on how you react to my breasts."
Alex kept his eyes on her face with a smirk. No one said his Agent training had to be confined to the job. Two could play her game. "Do they do a funny walk? A drag show?" he asked her, eyes locked with hers and not faltering.
Kara smiled, staying in position. He was good, she'd give him that. "Give me some wool, and googly eyes and I can make one be Agnetha from Abba."
"Are you trying to turn me on, because that image won't work," Alex laughed, shaking his head. "'Course, if I was gay, it very well might. You got me on that front."
"I wouldn't have thought a drag show would have either, but hey..." Kara laughed as she looked at him. "How about that tassel trick strippers do?"
Alex held up his hand. "Let's just go with anything attached to the nipples as being a big turn off. There I was supposed to be taking you for a nice innocent drink, too. Now we're talking about nipples. What if I was a virgin? This could scar me for life," he joked, flicking the coaster around between his fingers.
Kara shrugged as she finally sat back but not before flashing Alex one of the nipples in question and winking. She broke out into laughter and covered her mouth. "Shit, sorry! If you're a virgin now you're really fucked. And not even in the fun sense. I don't remember ever agreeing for the drink to be nice and innocent. I seem to just remember it being a drink. I've had four, so I think my innocence has officially left the building."
"Contary to popular belief, a drink doesn't always have to be the first port of call to debauchery," Alex sniggered. He sat back in the booth and slung his arm across the back of the seat. He wouldn't be opposed to sleeping with her, for obvious reasons, but then what? Marc was in the fortunate position that it was an all or nothing thing. Alex's job meant he was literally two different people all the time. It could get messy, especially in the connection with Marc and Harri. Marc and Harri knew who he was, Kara didn't. Kara and Harri worked together. His mind wanted to spin just thinking about it. Marc wasn't any help with the advice, either. Alex didn't need to be a genius to know the guy had a lot on his plate right now and wouldn't commit to advising Alex on anything personal... but maybe one day they could be mates.
"Well, to be fair you've never had a drink with me before. It's always the first port of call to debauchery for me. Maybe I should have mentioned that, but you were too busy trying to tell me you're gay. Which would be such a loss, but I'm sure the men would just love your firm ass." Kara ignored her sangria for the moment in the hopes she could will some of the alcohol out of her system. Her leg came to rest against Alex's under the table. It was hard to avoid when his were so damn long.
Alex smirked and then cleared his throat softly. "What's the last port of call?" he asked her. Damnit. Why did sex have to be so complicated? Usually by now, the chick would've backed off in a huff at his irritating twists of conversation, but she wasn't going away in a huff and he was faltering a little. He usually just slept with women he hardly knew so he could walk away the next day without strings. This was really different.
Kara raised her arms above her head as she rotated her hands, and moved them to the music. She definitely wasn't going to give up. She'd got this far, even if she didn't understand completely why he was being so evasive. She was hardly asking him to marry her. "Dancing. I'm a bit of a slut on the dance floor. Really is just vertical fucking to me with the right guy."
No dancing, Alex noted to himself. He smiled and shrugged. "I suck at dancing," he told her automatically. "I'm more the sort to sit at the bar with my mates while all the chicks dance together. I prefer vertical fucking to be, well, vertical fucking."
"I'm sure there'd be a perfectly good dark corner somerwhere to do the vertical fucking," Kara replied as she dropped her hands and arched her back as she dragged her tongue over her top lip before grinning. "I like fucking to be any which way, but vertical is definitely fun."
Alex put his fingers to his lips but he was still smiling. "You know, you come on very strong," he told her with a laugh. Unfortunately for him, unlike Marc, public fucking and promiscuity wasn't in his most recent Princeton brief. "I feel a little like I've missed a good portion of something or other."
Kara rest her head in her hand as she managed to curb all her strong desires to crawl across the table and kiss him senseless. "Can't help it. Guess I'm still trying to find out if it's me, or maybe you're just married to the job. I don't mean to. I just like you, and I thought you liked me. But this can be a nice, innocent drink if you want. No more come ons." Kara had to bite down on her lip to stop a smile blossoming. "We could just kiss and see if there's a spark."
Alex glanced around the bar again and his eyes finally landed back on her. "How set are you on sticking around here? It's not really conducive to any good conversation and as a kid doctor at a well-known Jersey hospital, I can't really let you fuck me on the dancefloor," he laughed.
Kara was already sliding out of the booth and she held her hand out for him as she waited next to their table. "But you are going to let me fuck you. Interesting."
Alex shook his head. "I didn't say that. I asked if you were set on sticking around here. You're just going to have to give me my fresh air and conversation to see how things go," he told her, smirking as he stood up and grabbed his jacket.
Kara dropped her ignored hand back to her side. "I think if you replay the last little bit about you being a kid doctor and not really able to let me fuck you on the dancefloor you can see how I took that the other way. I'll go anywhere you want, Dr Carter."
"I just need some air," Alex told her as he pulled his jacket on. He put his hand lightly on the small of her back to lead her out of the bar. "My brain works better with air. I did warn you that I wasn't easy to deal with, but you're persistent, I'll give you that. Most women would've given up by now."
"Not that I'm really sure what would make me all that special, but I think I'm supposed to say 'I'm not most women' at this point," Kara laughed. She looked around at a few of the patrons, but her attention soon returned to Alex. His hand was nice and warm against her back. "I also don't see the point in just giving up. Nothing ever comes easy."
Alex had to fight not to laugh. It was criminals with her fight that made his job bloody hard some days. The ones he went home from work with a miragine and a half after interrogating them for hours on end about their determined crimes. They made it out of the club and into the fresh air. At least, as fresh as it could be in the middle of New York City. It was just nice to be out of the claustrophobic atmosphere of the bar. "Should we go for a walk?" he suggested. "Unless those heels are getting too much, and I get the driver to pick us up?"
Kara looked down at the Jimmy Choos and sighed. "They're fucking killing my feet, but that's only because I've been wearing them all day. Usually I'm alright if I have time to break between shoes, but not today. Worked late, so the outfit had to be picked around the shoes." She lifted her head back up and gave him a sheepish look. "Any other night and I would love a walk. I'd go barefoot, but I'm kind of worried what might be lying on the sidewalk near a bar."
"I never did understand appeal of heels," Alex had to admit as he took his cell phone from his pocket and typed a quick message to Marc's driver. He'd be around close by somewhere, and Alex decided the poor bastard must have one fucking boring job being Marc's chauffer. "Not even on drag queens. But then, in my job, it's comfort shoes all the way. We can't exactly run a crash cart in pumps."
"Right now they're helping me at least match a little of your height. This way I won't need a stepping stool if you decide to kiss me while standing. More often than not if you ever make it to New York and our offices, you'll probably catch me working barefoot." Kara shrugged. "I work with Harri who has this addiction for heels, so I guess it started as a way to keep in her good graces. I think my feet are over them. I'll need fashionable flats instead. I really wouldn't envy anyone trying to use a crash carts in pumps. It would be torture."
Alex shook his head with a soft laugh. She really wasn't giving up. He wondered if this was what it was like with Harri and Marc. "I don't think they'd really go with the scrubs, anyway," he commented. The driver in the sleek black car appeared like something out a sci-fi film. Did the driver had a built in sensor psychic device to just know when his master needed his services? Surely the dude couldn't have had time to get the text and drive here that quick? Alex opened the back door for Kara and waved his hand inside. "After you, m'lady."
Kara smirked. "No, but then scrubs are sexy on their own." She slid along the back seat of the car and immediately pulled off her pumps and wriggled her poor sore toes as she sighed in relief. She patted the empty space next to her and leaned forward to look at Alex who was still standing outside the car. "Get your gorgeous ass in here, Carter. I promise not to bite it."
Alex had actually been contemplating his cell phone, reading a couple of text messages from one of his New York colleagues. There was some movement in the case, but nothing that needed Alex to drop everything right that minute. He was still actually feeling a little awkward with how strong Kara was coming onto him. It was a bit of a strange situation for him and he was cursing Marc for not at least giving him a bit more of a heads-up on how to approach it. Kara was linked to Harri who was linked to Aiden who was married to Lachlan Campbell's best friend. Alex was feeling a little off balance and didn't know if he should cool things or go the total opposite. He stuffed his phone back into the pocket of his jacket and slid into the seat beside her. "It's not exactly your teeth I'm worried about," he admitted with a laugh.
Kara retreated into her corner of the car to give him plenty of space, and looked at him with an arch of her eyebrow. Maybe she was overdoing it a little, but Sangria nearly always managed to knock her self consciousness out of the way. "What are you worried about?"
Alex shook his head with a smile. "Nothing. It was just a long day at work," he said dismissively and pulled out of his jacket now they were back in the car. He figured he probably would've just enjoyed the night a bit more if he didn't feel like she wanted to be there just for a nice lay. Which was fine, he just felt pressured. Still, maybe she had a point. He leant over, breaching the gap between them, and kissed her, wondering if this was going to be what he wanted too.
Kara hadn't meant for Alex to feel pressured, and she was about ready to kick herself. She'd definitely get Harri to kick her in the morning. Truth was she liked Alex for much more than the sex. She liked talking to him, and he made her laugh and smile, and it was just easy being around. The kiss caught her off guard, but she was hardly about to resist. Her hand rest on his neck as she started to kiss back, keeping it chaste and trying to show him that she did just like him and she wasn't looking to shove her tongue down his throat and rape his tonsils.
By this point, Alex was telling himself to stop overanalysing everything. He always did it. It just came from what he was. He let her break the kiss, but picked it right back up where it left off, shifting so he could lean over her a little more and deepened the embrace. At least now he was out of the suffocating bar, he didn't feel so out of his comfort zone. Sure, it wasn't his car, but it was a car and there was no dancefloor or drink to complicate the situation. Surely it couldn't fuck things up if he just let his guard down briefly?
She brought one of legs up to rest her knee against his, her other hand gripping at his collar as she matched his intensity. A small moan got lost as she slid her tongue over his. If nothing else, she just wanted to remember what he tasted like, because he tasted really good. Kara actually found herself thinking that she would be happy if the night just ended with them kissing. Who needed sex when a kiss could be this fucking good? Her body was already threatening to melt into a puddle, but she kept kissing him, even as she had to break the kiss briefly just to suck in a breath before she picked it right back up with a whisper of his name.
It was enough to make Alex forget they were 1) not in his car, and 2) actually were in the services of Marc's driver. In fact, it didn't even cross Alex's mind. It had been a long time since he got laid, afterall. Sex was usually the first thing that went down the toilet when he was entering a new case. He didn't have time to trawl for one night stands, and this time he had the added stress of starting the new job at PPTH. It really had been a long time since his cock got a work out and with a sexy girl like Kara not letting up on her advances, he realised now they had started, he wasn't going to be able to stop. The kiss deepened and he teased his fingers under the edge of her skirt to stroke against her thigh. It was just moments before he was all but on top of her in an embrace that was heating up by the second.
Kara was trying to remember if this was the type of car that had the little screen separating driver and passenger, but the moment Alex's fingers brushed against her thigh she really could have cared less. She moved so that he was between her thighs, and she could wrap her leg around one of his as she knotted her fingers in his hair. Her foot braced against the car door, and she lifted her hips to seek friction. She'd been thinking about his hands on her ever since she saw him in Harri's apartment, it was hard to ignore the spirals of pleasure shooting through her body and making her tingle all over. It felt like an age since she'd been with someone, and even longer since it had been someone that effected her this much. Kara tried to tug up shirt, and when that didn't work, she started to hastily try and get the buttons open. She needed to feel his tanned skin under her fingers.
Alex didn't protest the button thing. He was too busy trying to get her blouse out of her skirt. The fabric slipped free and allowed him to get his hand up underneath. He sought out her breasts cupping one over the top of her bra. He broke the kiss long enough to catch his breath, but it picked right back up where it left off, becoming almost bruising from the force. He lifted his hips a little so he could try and get her skirt up to her hips to give him better access. He broke the kiss again with a breathless smirk and moved back enough so he could tug her panties down her hips to her thighs and then all the way off. Their movements were hungry and desperate. He was rock hard in his pants. To think he had worked so long to try and allay her advances, only to have it all spiral out of mind right now. He wet his lips indulgently and without another thought, went down on her, his tongue brushing teasingly against her clit with a small moan of hunger.
Kara's hand flew up to grip the back of the car seat as she fought the urge to rock her hips against his mouth. A low, long moan escaped her as she arched her back, and her other hand grabbed at his hair. Fuck the apologies for coming on to strong if this was what it resulted in. She was defintiely not sorry now. Her blue eyes watched him, her heel rubbing against his back. "Alex... fuck, yes..."
Alex had always been skilled at multitasking. He didn't miss a beat in his oral teasing of her, his tongue tasting her just like he had spent the night trying not to think about. His hand was down at his fly, trying to get his trousers undone. Why had he worn a belt? It seemed like a stupid idea now. He didn't want to keep his pants up, he wanted to get them damn well off! He loosened the belt and unzipped the trouser, then his full attention was on Kara and Kara only. He nuzzled the dip between her thigh and her sex, tongue swiping softly over the sensitive area. He pushed her legs just a little further apart and slipped his finger into her wet heat.
Kara was finding it hard to stay still as she heard Alex getting his pants undone. She just wanted him and she wanted him now even if--
"Oh, God!"
--he was extremely talented with his tongue. Her hand alternatively pushed and pulled at the back of the seat, and it would be a miracle if the upholstery survived. She knotted her fingers in his hair and tugged at it sharply as she gave another loud moan and her hips bucked as the pressure started to build. Her inner muscles clenched around his finger and she tilted her hips to encourage him.
She was so wet and it was driving Alex wild. Her taste was slipping over his tongue and he couldn't get enough. He was intent on making her come, and preferrably not just once. He wanted her to come apart before he took her hard and fast, just like he suspected she had been hoping he would. He pressed his tongue hard against her clit and swiped it up as if licking one of his favourite ice cream flavours. Truth was, this had always been one of his favourite sexual pleasures. It turned him on to no end to have a chick come from doing this alone. He wondered what she would think if he told her 69'ing was one of his favourite positions. Best leave some secrets between them for next time, though.
Given how long Kara had been desperate for any kind of touch from Alex, his tongue was definitely pulling her towards the edge quickly. Both hands were on his head now, fingers digging into his scalp as she arched back almost painfully and cried out as her hips bucked wildly and her entire body shuddered. Her feet were both pressed against the car door and she held him against her as she came. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and Kara worked on getting her silver top off as she tried not to squeeze his head with her thighs. "Alex, I need you," she pleaded.
Alex pulled back and licked his lips, eyes locking on hers as he smiled up at her. He pushed his expensive trousers away from his hips, his tight boxer-briefs following. He freed his cock, taking himself into his hand and not bothering to fight out of his pants completely. Just enough was more than ample for his purposes. He melted in between her legs and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, her taste still on his lips slipping between their tongues. The kiss was like the anticipation of dessert after a satisfying meal... but the dessert itself was still yet to come. He hooked his hand under her knee and spread her legs to accommodate him. He entered her deeply with one eager thrust, drawing her lip between his teeth with a soft bite.
Kara let out a sigh as he entered her, her body still sensitive from her recent orgasm. It didn't matter though, he was inside her and god did it ever feel good. Even if this was just a quick fuck, she didn't care. She wanted him, and needed him, and she had been close to dying from anticipation. Her taste mixed with his saliva as they kissed and it just turned her on more. Their movements were as fevered as the small space allowed, and Kara had long forgotten it was because they were in a car, and possibly had an audience. She clenched around Alex on every withdrawal and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts as she pushed his shirt down his shoulders so she could bite at his skin, and let her mouth slide over his collarbone before she drew him into another kiss. She would have quite happily spent the rest of the night connected by mouth and hips.
Alex realised now that in hindsight, he probably should've taken the effort to get her bra off. Too late. Nothing was stopping the fucking to unlatch the bra. Instead, he broke from the kiss and trailed his tongue down the side of her throat to her chest. He nuzzled her breasts, massaging their soft swell with his fingers. There was nothing sweet and innocent about this encounter. Despite his initital attempts to hold her back, now they were in it, they were in it all the way. He was pounding deeply into her, the sound of their slicked skin sliding together filling the back of the car. It was met with indulgent moans and breathless, rough pants and his shirt was stuck wetly to his muscular back. Alex hooked her leg up over his shoulder so he could take her harder and deeper, filling her totally. He kissed her again, trying to join them as completely as they were between her legs. It wasn't going to take long to tip him over the edge.
Kara couldn't work out where to put her hands because she just wanted to touch every inch of him. As he kissed her again, Kara grabbed the back of his neck and kept him close. She had no qualms about pushing her tongue into his mouth this time as she gave herself over to the intensity of their encounter. Sweet and innocent could wait, right now it was all about hot and hungry. Her toes curled over as she started to feel another orgasm build, her moans getting louder even as they got swallowed in the kiss.
Alex reached to grip the interior of the door to brace himself. It only took a few more deep, sharp thrusts before he grunted into the kiss, his muscles shuddering as he climaxed abruptly, feeling his cock pulsing inside her. His whole body tensed through it and he only broke from this kiss when breathing become vital. He dropped his head down onto her shoulder, panting heavily and feeling the sweat drops trickle down the back of his neck, despite the soft air-conditioning in the confined car interior. "Fuck," he murmured hoarsely, wetting his lips and swallowing to wet his throat that was parched from the exertion.
Kara felt him come inside her, and her body shook under his as her orgasm tore through her. She had expected it to be less forceful given she'd already climaxed once, but she was wrong. It had her biting down on his shoulder to stifle the cry and she let her head fall back against the seat as she broke out into a huge grin and even let out a giggle. "Fuck yeah," she corrected as she smirked. "Fuck. Yeah."
Alex smirked, pulling out of her so he could shift and drop back onto the seat. It was then that he realised he had just had one intense fuck in the back of Marc's car with the driver in the front seat, and there was a distinct possibility Marc wasn't going to be impressed at all. At that moment, however, not a single fibre in him could cause Alex to care too much. His own head sunk back against the seat, his shirt and pants still slung open, the cotton fabric clinging to his sweaty chest. He pushed the window button to slide the window down a few inches, letting in the cool spring night air. He turned to look at her, his eyebrow raised. "Now try and make some Woody jokes," he teased.
All muses referenced with permission
Word Count | 5,055
Co-written with withlightson | Follows THIS
Alex placed a fresh sangria - Kara's drink of choice - in front of her and slipped back into the other side of the booth. The bar was a trendy little place in one of the back streets of Soho, recommended to Alex by one of the nurses on his ward. It wasn't too bad; not exactly Alex's scene, but Kara, in the job she did, looked like she fit right in. It was a good choice and at least she wouldn't think he was a total knob. His usual place for a drink would be a dingy bar out of public view while he met with his colleagues, or if he was undercover, whatever suited the personality he was easing into. One drink had turned into three, and now four. Alex stopped at two beers and moved on to soda water. He wasn't even driving, so it might seem odd. He had Marc's business car complete with driver for the night... it was to keep up appearances and make it look like Marc was doing his colleague a favour, when really it was because Alex's car was full of case briefs he needed to drop off to Marc in the morning and he didn't want Kara getting curious about them. Not to mention curious about Lachlan Campbell's medical records the SS had gotten their hands on... and there was nothing small about those records.
He smirked at her in amusement. "Do I lose points for taking so long to come through with the drink?" he asked.
Kara was hoping she wasn't coming off as overly tipsy. The alcohol had started to give her a flush in her cheeks, and she could start to feel herself get restless. Sometimes when she drank she got a little handsy, and sitting across from Alex wasn't helping her. She was making an incredibly conscious effort to keep her hands and feet to herself, too scared she'd come off as a tart. Not that she already hadn't tried repeatedly while sober to hit on him.
She gave a shake of her head, and took a sip of her fresh cocktail as she smiled. "You've already tried to wriggle your way out of it repeatedly, so I guess you actually gain points for creativity. Sorry if I must seem like a desperate stalker... Guess I should maybe just learn to accept it when a guy says no."
"Maybe," Alex conceded noncommitally, "but then we wouldn't be here, would we? Sure you don't want to buy the gay story?" he asked, watching her over the top of his glass. As much of a flirt as Alex could be, he didn't have many past relationships under his belt. His job usually ruled that out and had taken precedence since he joined the force. Before that, he was a study nerd, always with his nose in a book to gain the best grades he could. His double degree demanded it, and although he was pretty smart these days because of it, it wasn't exactly conducive to a romantic life. Sure, he had been trying to push her away, but not completely. That was probably selfish, but he enjoyed her company. He just didn't want to hurt her. The slight give and take was how he dealt with that. He really didn't know how Marc was doing it.
Kara pushed her drink off to the side and leaned forward so her forearms were flat against the table, and Alex would get a clear shot down her silver top. The loose material fell open easily and she tilted her head as she held his gaze. Kara had never been much of a study nerd, but she did spend a lot of time lost in her own artistic world. She generally relished contact with anyone that could keep her interested for more than just a quick fuck. And Alex was certainly doing that so far, but then he had made her chase him. Whether he'd wanted the attention, or not. "I don't know, that all depends on how you react to my breasts."
Alex kept his eyes on her face with a smirk. No one said his Agent training had to be confined to the job. Two could play her game. "Do they do a funny walk? A drag show?" he asked her, eyes locked with hers and not faltering.
Kara smiled, staying in position. He was good, she'd give him that. "Give me some wool, and googly eyes and I can make one be Agnetha from Abba."
"Are you trying to turn me on, because that image won't work," Alex laughed, shaking his head. "'Course, if I was gay, it very well might. You got me on that front."
"I wouldn't have thought a drag show would have either, but hey..." Kara laughed as she looked at him. "How about that tassel trick strippers do?"
Alex held up his hand. "Let's just go with anything attached to the nipples as being a big turn off. There I was supposed to be taking you for a nice innocent drink, too. Now we're talking about nipples. What if I was a virgin? This could scar me for life," he joked, flicking the coaster around between his fingers.
Kara shrugged as she finally sat back but not before flashing Alex one of the nipples in question and winking. She broke out into laughter and covered her mouth. "Shit, sorry! If you're a virgin now you're really fucked. And not even in the fun sense. I don't remember ever agreeing for the drink to be nice and innocent. I seem to just remember it being a drink. I've had four, so I think my innocence has officially left the building."
"Contary to popular belief, a drink doesn't always have to be the first port of call to debauchery," Alex sniggered. He sat back in the booth and slung his arm across the back of the seat. He wouldn't be opposed to sleeping with her, for obvious reasons, but then what? Marc was in the fortunate position that it was an all or nothing thing. Alex's job meant he was literally two different people all the time. It could get messy, especially in the connection with Marc and Harri. Marc and Harri knew who he was, Kara didn't. Kara and Harri worked together. His mind wanted to spin just thinking about it. Marc wasn't any help with the advice, either. Alex didn't need to be a genius to know the guy had a lot on his plate right now and wouldn't commit to advising Alex on anything personal... but maybe one day they could be mates.
"Well, to be fair you've never had a drink with me before. It's always the first port of call to debauchery for me. Maybe I should have mentioned that, but you were too busy trying to tell me you're gay. Which would be such a loss, but I'm sure the men would just love your firm ass." Kara ignored her sangria for the moment in the hopes she could will some of the alcohol out of her system. Her leg came to rest against Alex's under the table. It was hard to avoid when his were so damn long.
Alex smirked and then cleared his throat softly. "What's the last port of call?" he asked her. Damnit. Why did sex have to be so complicated? Usually by now, the chick would've backed off in a huff at his irritating twists of conversation, but she wasn't going away in a huff and he was faltering a little. He usually just slept with women he hardly knew so he could walk away the next day without strings. This was really different.
Kara raised her arms above her head as she rotated her hands, and moved them to the music. She definitely wasn't going to give up. She'd got this far, even if she didn't understand completely why he was being so evasive. She was hardly asking him to marry her. "Dancing. I'm a bit of a slut on the dance floor. Really is just vertical fucking to me with the right guy."
No dancing, Alex noted to himself. He smiled and shrugged. "I suck at dancing," he told her automatically. "I'm more the sort to sit at the bar with my mates while all the chicks dance together. I prefer vertical fucking to be, well, vertical fucking."
"I'm sure there'd be a perfectly good dark corner somerwhere to do the vertical fucking," Kara replied as she dropped her hands and arched her back as she dragged her tongue over her top lip before grinning. "I like fucking to be any which way, but vertical is definitely fun."
Alex put his fingers to his lips but he was still smiling. "You know, you come on very strong," he told her with a laugh. Unfortunately for him, unlike Marc, public fucking and promiscuity wasn't in his most recent Princeton brief. "I feel a little like I've missed a good portion of something or other."
Kara rest her head in her hand as she managed to curb all her strong desires to crawl across the table and kiss him senseless. "Can't help it. Guess I'm still trying to find out if it's me, or maybe you're just married to the job. I don't mean to. I just like you, and I thought you liked me. But this can be a nice, innocent drink if you want. No more come ons." Kara had to bite down on her lip to stop a smile blossoming. "We could just kiss and see if there's a spark."
Alex glanced around the bar again and his eyes finally landed back on her. "How set are you on sticking around here? It's not really conducive to any good conversation and as a kid doctor at a well-known Jersey hospital, I can't really let you fuck me on the dancefloor," he laughed.
Kara was already sliding out of the booth and she held her hand out for him as she waited next to their table. "But you are going to let me fuck you. Interesting."
Alex shook his head. "I didn't say that. I asked if you were set on sticking around here. You're just going to have to give me my fresh air and conversation to see how things go," he told her, smirking as he stood up and grabbed his jacket.
Kara dropped her ignored hand back to her side. "I think if you replay the last little bit about you being a kid doctor and not really able to let me fuck you on the dancefloor you can see how I took that the other way. I'll go anywhere you want, Dr Carter."
"I just need some air," Alex told her as he pulled his jacket on. He put his hand lightly on the small of her back to lead her out of the bar. "My brain works better with air. I did warn you that I wasn't easy to deal with, but you're persistent, I'll give you that. Most women would've given up by now."
"Not that I'm really sure what would make me all that special, but I think I'm supposed to say 'I'm not most women' at this point," Kara laughed. She looked around at a few of the patrons, but her attention soon returned to Alex. His hand was nice and warm against her back. "I also don't see the point in just giving up. Nothing ever comes easy."
Alex had to fight not to laugh. It was criminals with her fight that made his job bloody hard some days. The ones he went home from work with a miragine and a half after interrogating them for hours on end about their determined crimes. They made it out of the club and into the fresh air. At least, as fresh as it could be in the middle of New York City. It was just nice to be out of the claustrophobic atmosphere of the bar. "Should we go for a walk?" he suggested. "Unless those heels are getting too much, and I get the driver to pick us up?"
Kara looked down at the Jimmy Choos and sighed. "They're fucking killing my feet, but that's only because I've been wearing them all day. Usually I'm alright if I have time to break between shoes, but not today. Worked late, so the outfit had to be picked around the shoes." She lifted her head back up and gave him a sheepish look. "Any other night and I would love a walk. I'd go barefoot, but I'm kind of worried what might be lying on the sidewalk near a bar."
"I never did understand appeal of heels," Alex had to admit as he took his cell phone from his pocket and typed a quick message to Marc's driver. He'd be around close by somewhere, and Alex decided the poor bastard must have one fucking boring job being Marc's chauffer. "Not even on drag queens. But then, in my job, it's comfort shoes all the way. We can't exactly run a crash cart in pumps."
"Right now they're helping me at least match a little of your height. This way I won't need a stepping stool if you decide to kiss me while standing. More often than not if you ever make it to New York and our offices, you'll probably catch me working barefoot." Kara shrugged. "I work with Harri who has this addiction for heels, so I guess it started as a way to keep in her good graces. I think my feet are over them. I'll need fashionable flats instead. I really wouldn't envy anyone trying to use a crash carts in pumps. It would be torture."
Alex shook his head with a soft laugh. She really wasn't giving up. He wondered if this was what it was like with Harri and Marc. "I don't think they'd really go with the scrubs, anyway," he commented. The driver in the sleek black car appeared like something out a sci-fi film. Did the driver had a built in sensor psychic device to just know when his master needed his services? Surely the dude couldn't have had time to get the text and drive here that quick? Alex opened the back door for Kara and waved his hand inside. "After you, m'lady."
Kara smirked. "No, but then scrubs are sexy on their own." She slid along the back seat of the car and immediately pulled off her pumps and wriggled her poor sore toes as she sighed in relief. She patted the empty space next to her and leaned forward to look at Alex who was still standing outside the car. "Get your gorgeous ass in here, Carter. I promise not to bite it."
Alex had actually been contemplating his cell phone, reading a couple of text messages from one of his New York colleagues. There was some movement in the case, but nothing that needed Alex to drop everything right that minute. He was still actually feeling a little awkward with how strong Kara was coming onto him. It was a bit of a strange situation for him and he was cursing Marc for not at least giving him a bit more of a heads-up on how to approach it. Kara was linked to Harri who was linked to Aiden who was married to Lachlan Campbell's best friend. Alex was feeling a little off balance and didn't know if he should cool things or go the total opposite. He stuffed his phone back into the pocket of his jacket and slid into the seat beside her. "It's not exactly your teeth I'm worried about," he admitted with a laugh.
Kara retreated into her corner of the car to give him plenty of space, and looked at him with an arch of her eyebrow. Maybe she was overdoing it a little, but Sangria nearly always managed to knock her self consciousness out of the way. "What are you worried about?"
Alex shook his head with a smile. "Nothing. It was just a long day at work," he said dismissively and pulled out of his jacket now they were back in the car. He figured he probably would've just enjoyed the night a bit more if he didn't feel like she wanted to be there just for a nice lay. Which was fine, he just felt pressured. Still, maybe she had a point. He leant over, breaching the gap between them, and kissed her, wondering if this was going to be what he wanted too.
Kara hadn't meant for Alex to feel pressured, and she was about ready to kick herself. She'd definitely get Harri to kick her in the morning. Truth was she liked Alex for much more than the sex. She liked talking to him, and he made her laugh and smile, and it was just easy being around. The kiss caught her off guard, but she was hardly about to resist. Her hand rest on his neck as she started to kiss back, keeping it chaste and trying to show him that she did just like him and she wasn't looking to shove her tongue down his throat and rape his tonsils.
By this point, Alex was telling himself to stop overanalysing everything. He always did it. It just came from what he was. He let her break the kiss, but picked it right back up where it left off, shifting so he could lean over her a little more and deepened the embrace. At least now he was out of the suffocating bar, he didn't feel so out of his comfort zone. Sure, it wasn't his car, but it was a car and there was no dancefloor or drink to complicate the situation. Surely it couldn't fuck things up if he just let his guard down briefly?
She brought one of legs up to rest her knee against his, her other hand gripping at his collar as she matched his intensity. A small moan got lost as she slid her tongue over his. If nothing else, she just wanted to remember what he tasted like, because he tasted really good. Kara actually found herself thinking that she would be happy if the night just ended with them kissing. Who needed sex when a kiss could be this fucking good? Her body was already threatening to melt into a puddle, but she kept kissing him, even as she had to break the kiss briefly just to suck in a breath before she picked it right back up with a whisper of his name.
It was enough to make Alex forget they were 1) not in his car, and 2) actually were in the services of Marc's driver. In fact, it didn't even cross Alex's mind. It had been a long time since he got laid, afterall. Sex was usually the first thing that went down the toilet when he was entering a new case. He didn't have time to trawl for one night stands, and this time he had the added stress of starting the new job at PPTH. It really had been a long time since his cock got a work out and with a sexy girl like Kara not letting up on her advances, he realised now they had started, he wasn't going to be able to stop. The kiss deepened and he teased his fingers under the edge of her skirt to stroke against her thigh. It was just moments before he was all but on top of her in an embrace that was heating up by the second.
Kara was trying to remember if this was the type of car that had the little screen separating driver and passenger, but the moment Alex's fingers brushed against her thigh she really could have cared less. She moved so that he was between her thighs, and she could wrap her leg around one of his as she knotted her fingers in his hair. Her foot braced against the car door, and she lifted her hips to seek friction. She'd been thinking about his hands on her ever since she saw him in Harri's apartment, it was hard to ignore the spirals of pleasure shooting through her body and making her tingle all over. It felt like an age since she'd been with someone, and even longer since it had been someone that effected her this much. Kara tried to tug up shirt, and when that didn't work, she started to hastily try and get the buttons open. She needed to feel his tanned skin under her fingers.
Alex didn't protest the button thing. He was too busy trying to get her blouse out of her skirt. The fabric slipped free and allowed him to get his hand up underneath. He sought out her breasts cupping one over the top of her bra. He broke the kiss long enough to catch his breath, but it picked right back up where it left off, becoming almost bruising from the force. He lifted his hips a little so he could try and get her skirt up to her hips to give him better access. He broke the kiss again with a breathless smirk and moved back enough so he could tug her panties down her hips to her thighs and then all the way off. Their movements were hungry and desperate. He was rock hard in his pants. To think he had worked so long to try and allay her advances, only to have it all spiral out of mind right now. He wet his lips indulgently and without another thought, went down on her, his tongue brushing teasingly against her clit with a small moan of hunger.
Kara's hand flew up to grip the back of the car seat as she fought the urge to rock her hips against his mouth. A low, long moan escaped her as she arched her back, and her other hand grabbed at his hair. Fuck the apologies for coming on to strong if this was what it resulted in. She was defintiely not sorry now. Her blue eyes watched him, her heel rubbing against his back. "Alex... fuck, yes..."
Alex had always been skilled at multitasking. He didn't miss a beat in his oral teasing of her, his tongue tasting her just like he had spent the night trying not to think about. His hand was down at his fly, trying to get his trousers undone. Why had he worn a belt? It seemed like a stupid idea now. He didn't want to keep his pants up, he wanted to get them damn well off! He loosened the belt and unzipped the trouser, then his full attention was on Kara and Kara only. He nuzzled the dip between her thigh and her sex, tongue swiping softly over the sensitive area. He pushed her legs just a little further apart and slipped his finger into her wet heat.
Kara was finding it hard to stay still as she heard Alex getting his pants undone. She just wanted him and she wanted him now even if--
"Oh, God!"
--he was extremely talented with his tongue. Her hand alternatively pushed and pulled at the back of the seat, and it would be a miracle if the upholstery survived. She knotted her fingers in his hair and tugged at it sharply as she gave another loud moan and her hips bucked as the pressure started to build. Her inner muscles clenched around his finger and she tilted her hips to encourage him.
She was so wet and it was driving Alex wild. Her taste was slipping over his tongue and he couldn't get enough. He was intent on making her come, and preferrably not just once. He wanted her to come apart before he took her hard and fast, just like he suspected she had been hoping he would. He pressed his tongue hard against her clit and swiped it up as if licking one of his favourite ice cream flavours. Truth was, this had always been one of his favourite sexual pleasures. It turned him on to no end to have a chick come from doing this alone. He wondered what she would think if he told her 69'ing was one of his favourite positions. Best leave some secrets between them for next time, though.
Given how long Kara had been desperate for any kind of touch from Alex, his tongue was definitely pulling her towards the edge quickly. Both hands were on his head now, fingers digging into his scalp as she arched back almost painfully and cried out as her hips bucked wildly and her entire body shuddered. Her feet were both pressed against the car door and she held him against her as she came. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and Kara worked on getting her silver top off as she tried not to squeeze his head with her thighs. "Alex, I need you," she pleaded.
Alex pulled back and licked his lips, eyes locking on hers as he smiled up at her. He pushed his expensive trousers away from his hips, his tight boxer-briefs following. He freed his cock, taking himself into his hand and not bothering to fight out of his pants completely. Just enough was more than ample for his purposes. He melted in between her legs and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, her taste still on his lips slipping between their tongues. The kiss was like the anticipation of dessert after a satisfying meal... but the dessert itself was still yet to come. He hooked his hand under her knee and spread her legs to accommodate him. He entered her deeply with one eager thrust, drawing her lip between his teeth with a soft bite.
Kara let out a sigh as he entered her, her body still sensitive from her recent orgasm. It didn't matter though, he was inside her and god did it ever feel good. Even if this was just a quick fuck, she didn't care. She wanted him, and needed him, and she had been close to dying from anticipation. Her taste mixed with his saliva as they kissed and it just turned her on more. Their movements were as fevered as the small space allowed, and Kara had long forgotten it was because they were in a car, and possibly had an audience. She clenched around Alex on every withdrawal and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts as she pushed his shirt down his shoulders so she could bite at his skin, and let her mouth slide over his collarbone before she drew him into another kiss. She would have quite happily spent the rest of the night connected by mouth and hips.
Alex realised now that in hindsight, he probably should've taken the effort to get her bra off. Too late. Nothing was stopping the fucking to unlatch the bra. Instead, he broke from the kiss and trailed his tongue down the side of her throat to her chest. He nuzzled her breasts, massaging their soft swell with his fingers. There was nothing sweet and innocent about this encounter. Despite his initital attempts to hold her back, now they were in it, they were in it all the way. He was pounding deeply into her, the sound of their slicked skin sliding together filling the back of the car. It was met with indulgent moans and breathless, rough pants and his shirt was stuck wetly to his muscular back. Alex hooked her leg up over his shoulder so he could take her harder and deeper, filling her totally. He kissed her again, trying to join them as completely as they were between her legs. It wasn't going to take long to tip him over the edge.
Kara couldn't work out where to put her hands because she just wanted to touch every inch of him. As he kissed her again, Kara grabbed the back of his neck and kept him close. She had no qualms about pushing her tongue into his mouth this time as she gave herself over to the intensity of their encounter. Sweet and innocent could wait, right now it was all about hot and hungry. Her toes curled over as she started to feel another orgasm build, her moans getting louder even as they got swallowed in the kiss.
Alex reached to grip the interior of the door to brace himself. It only took a few more deep, sharp thrusts before he grunted into the kiss, his muscles shuddering as he climaxed abruptly, feeling his cock pulsing inside her. His whole body tensed through it and he only broke from this kiss when breathing become vital. He dropped his head down onto her shoulder, panting heavily and feeling the sweat drops trickle down the back of his neck, despite the soft air-conditioning in the confined car interior. "Fuck," he murmured hoarsely, wetting his lips and swallowing to wet his throat that was parched from the exertion.
Kara felt him come inside her, and her body shook under his as her orgasm tore through her. She had expected it to be less forceful given she'd already climaxed once, but she was wrong. It had her biting down on his shoulder to stifle the cry and she let her head fall back against the seat as she broke out into a huge grin and even let out a giggle. "Fuck yeah," she corrected as she smirked. "Fuck. Yeah."
Alex smirked, pulling out of her so he could shift and drop back onto the seat. It was then that he realised he had just had one intense fuck in the back of Marc's car with the driver in the front seat, and there was a distinct possibility Marc wasn't going to be impressed at all. At that moment, however, not a single fibre in him could cause Alex to care too much. His own head sunk back against the seat, his shirt and pants still slung open, the cotton fabric clinging to his sweaty chest. He pushed the window button to slide the window down a few inches, letting in the cool spring night air. He turned to look at her, his eyebrow raised. "Now try and make some Woody jokes," he teased.
All muses referenced with permission
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