Take a Little Bite
Title: Take a Little Bite
Author: Christie
Pairing: James Maslow (Big Time Rush) / OC
Rating: R
Author's Note: So Miss Holly has recently made me develop a bit of an obsession with Big Time Rush...hahaha. This is a little something I wrote her the other day, kind of as a thank you for introducing me to them or something. Hope you guys like it. ;D
“Hey, Holls!” A boy of about average height, tan and muscular, jogged effortlessly towards his awaiting girlfriend. His fluffy hair stayed perfectly in place, the lack of a breeze working fully in his favor. He smirked in her direction as he neared her, dark eyes gentle yet radiating confidence. His skin glowed delicately in the afternoon sunlight and she stared in renewed awe at how beautiful he was. He stopped a few inches short of the pretty blonde, cocking his head to the side and smiling widely at her. “What’s up, babe?”
“What’s up, James?” She stood from the bench and took the step or two closer to him. Her right hand reached behind him, grabbing his ass firmly and causing him to let out a tiny squeak of surprise. Holly’s other hand slid underneath his button-up shirt, travelling light as a butterfly against his sculpted stomach. Standing on her toes to reach his lips, she closed her eyes and kissed him deeply, grinding her thigh against his groin at the same time. “Your dick, that’s what.” She smirked at the gasp that escaped him when she allowed him to breathe once more.
She groped James again, then took his hand in her own and led him away from the bench. His face was contorted in confusion as he was dragged along, stuttering and trying to figure out where she was taking him. His inquiries were forgotten, however, as they came to a stop next to a black car parked in a crowded parking lot. It was a two-door sports car with tinted windows. Holly paused on the passenger side for a moment, throwing a wink James’ way before yanking the door open and pulling the seat forwards. She shoved the boy closer, cueing him to enter the vehicle ahead of her. He obeyed, grinning when she spanked his ass as he crawled into the small space. She followed him quickly, shutting and locking both doors before she began her assault.
A hand immediately descended upon the front of his jeans, massaging him roughly through the fabric and successfully drawing groan after groan from perfect lips. Her other hand occupied itself with his smooth skin, tracing small patterns along sensitive areas with her fingertips. James placed his own hands on her body, pulling her down towards him for a long, hungry kiss that set their senses on fire. Holly’s palm grinded into his crotch ever so slowly, dragging out his increasing discomfort, causing his head to loll back against the door frame. She smiled evilly at the hoarse moans emerging from his open mouth, taking pleasure in the fact that his eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she could easily feel the strain in his pants.
James squirmed underneath her, his hips bucking upwards to keep the needed friction going strong. Holly removed her hand though, much to his disappointment. He let out a whine of protest that was replaced by more raspy moans when Holly’s hands positioned themselves on either side of him, her hips thrusting against his rhythmically. Quiet whispers of each other’s names echoed in the quiet of the dark car, and Holly quickly took to stripping James of his clothing. She undid the first few buttons painfully slowly, allowing her fingers to drip along his body, but then she grew impatient and tore the garment off and threw it to the front seat. The same was done with his pants and boxers, though she made sure not to directly touch his cock. She was a tease, and they both loved it.
James preferred to be in control, however; he easily turned the tables, flipping them so he was on top of her, and immediately began attacking her tender lips. He gnawed on her lower lip roughly as his nimble fingers made quick work of her clothes. His kisses grew more intoxicating by the second, and it was Holly’s turn to hold back moans of delight as he pinched and tugged at her nipples, the buds hardening and her clit throbbing with need.
His hand travelled there next, his finger swiftly slipping inside of her wetness and drawing a long and low groan from plump lips. He let his tongue travel softly over her breasts and stomach as he stretched her out and played with her clit. Her breath was coming faster now as she still attempted to hold back moans, pleading for him to just fuck her already.
With a smirk and a fiery kiss James obliged, slamming into her for all he was worth. A low scream of pleasure exploded from Holly’s mouth as he began thrusting quickly, hitting her g-spot every time, harder and harder each time. James’ moans mingled with hers in the enclosed space as they both suddenly came, loudly moaning each other’s name as they rode out their orgasms.
James rubbed his hand along Holly’s clit, licking the juices off of his fingers as he pulled her to his chest to rest. They could both go another round or two, however, and Holly knew they would shortly. James Maslow was one crazy motherfucker when it came to sex, and that’s exactly what she loved about him.
Author: Christie
Pairing: James Maslow (Big Time Rush) / OC
Rating: R
Author's Note: So Miss Holly has recently made me develop a bit of an obsession with Big Time Rush...hahaha. This is a little something I wrote her the other day, kind of as a thank you for introducing me to them or something. Hope you guys like it. ;D
“Hey, Holls!” A boy of about average height, tan and muscular, jogged effortlessly towards his awaiting girlfriend. His fluffy hair stayed perfectly in place, the lack of a breeze working fully in his favor. He smirked in her direction as he neared her, dark eyes gentle yet radiating confidence. His skin glowed delicately in the afternoon sunlight and she stared in renewed awe at how beautiful he was. He stopped a few inches short of the pretty blonde, cocking his head to the side and smiling widely at her. “What’s up, babe?”
“What’s up, James?” She stood from the bench and took the step or two closer to him. Her right hand reached behind him, grabbing his ass firmly and causing him to let out a tiny squeak of surprise. Holly’s other hand slid underneath his button-up shirt, travelling light as a butterfly against his sculpted stomach. Standing on her toes to reach his lips, she closed her eyes and kissed him deeply, grinding her thigh against his groin at the same time. “Your dick, that’s what.” She smirked at the gasp that escaped him when she allowed him to breathe once more.
She groped James again, then took his hand in her own and led him away from the bench. His face was contorted in confusion as he was dragged along, stuttering and trying to figure out where she was taking him. His inquiries were forgotten, however, as they came to a stop next to a black car parked in a crowded parking lot. It was a two-door sports car with tinted windows. Holly paused on the passenger side for a moment, throwing a wink James’ way before yanking the door open and pulling the seat forwards. She shoved the boy closer, cueing him to enter the vehicle ahead of her. He obeyed, grinning when she spanked his ass as he crawled into the small space. She followed him quickly, shutting and locking both doors before she began her assault.
A hand immediately descended upon the front of his jeans, massaging him roughly through the fabric and successfully drawing groan after groan from perfect lips. Her other hand occupied itself with his smooth skin, tracing small patterns along sensitive areas with her fingertips. James placed his own hands on her body, pulling her down towards him for a long, hungry kiss that set their senses on fire. Holly’s palm grinded into his crotch ever so slowly, dragging out his increasing discomfort, causing his head to loll back against the door frame. She smiled evilly at the hoarse moans emerging from his open mouth, taking pleasure in the fact that his eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she could easily feel the strain in his pants.
James squirmed underneath her, his hips bucking upwards to keep the needed friction going strong. Holly removed her hand though, much to his disappointment. He let out a whine of protest that was replaced by more raspy moans when Holly’s hands positioned themselves on either side of him, her hips thrusting against his rhythmically. Quiet whispers of each other’s names echoed in the quiet of the dark car, and Holly quickly took to stripping James of his clothing. She undid the first few buttons painfully slowly, allowing her fingers to drip along his body, but then she grew impatient and tore the garment off and threw it to the front seat. The same was done with his pants and boxers, though she made sure not to directly touch his cock. She was a tease, and they both loved it.
James preferred to be in control, however; he easily turned the tables, flipping them so he was on top of her, and immediately began attacking her tender lips. He gnawed on her lower lip roughly as his nimble fingers made quick work of her clothes. His kisses grew more intoxicating by the second, and it was Holly’s turn to hold back moans of delight as he pinched and tugged at her nipples, the buds hardening and her clit throbbing with need.
His hand travelled there next, his finger swiftly slipping inside of her wetness and drawing a long and low groan from plump lips. He let his tongue travel softly over her breasts and stomach as he stretched her out and played with her clit. Her breath was coming faster now as she still attempted to hold back moans, pleading for him to just fuck her already.
With a smirk and a fiery kiss James obliged, slamming into her for all he was worth. A low scream of pleasure exploded from Holly’s mouth as he began thrusting quickly, hitting her g-spot every time, harder and harder each time. James’ moans mingled with hers in the enclosed space as they both suddenly came, loudly moaning each other’s name as they rode out their orgasms.
James rubbed his hand along Holly’s clit, licking the juices off of his fingers as he pulled her to his chest to rest. They could both go another round or two, however, and Holly knew they would shortly. James Maslow was one crazy motherfucker when it came to sex, and that’s exactly what she loved about him.