A new year - - new PWP
Everything But….
Spoilers from the end of The Earth Girls Are Easy.
A/N: This little ficlet is unbeta-ed….and is my present to my Flist, because I really need to say goodbye to 2006, and ring 2007 in with a bang…..*snickers*
Disclaimer: My apologies to Ben McKenzie and Autumn Reeser for borrowing their bodies. Josh - I own nothing but my memories of a certain phone call…
Ryan bounced onto the bed, pulling the covers behind him and nudging Taylor further into the middle in the process. When she had stopped giggling, Ryan nuzzled her neck and sighed as he smoothed his hand across her waist.
“You know, technically, I think this would be called a teddy, not a negligee….”
“Ooooo…Ryan Atwood: Fashionista!”
“Well, I do know my way around lingerie…and I did say I wanted it back…”
“I’ll just bet you do!” Anything else Taylor may have said was swallowed by Ryan’s tongue in her mouth, hotly probing the recesses. One muscular thigh lay between her legs, gently forcing them to spread apart. Her eyes widened, her hands sliding down his back to draw his hips closer.
“But….these jeans of yours…they’re chaffing me.”
“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” he mocked. She shook her head lazily, her fingers finding and twisting open the button. Taylor watched his pupils dilate when she tugged the zipper slowly open and placed both hands with her palms flat against his taut abs. He sucked in his breath as she slid her fingers downward between the denim and his boxer briefs.
“Black…I like that,” she nodded in approval.
“I always aim to please, Ma’am…..ow! Easy there!” he yelped as Taylor gave his boys a not so friendly squeeze, then changed her mind and caressed them through the soft cotton, earning an appreciative groan from their owner.
Trying not to be distracted by Taylor’s groping, Ryan kissed down her neck to her shoulder, grasping the strap of the teddy in his teeth, and drawing it downward. He licked across her clavicle to the other strap, repeating the process while Taylor arched her neck. Ryan felt the purring under his lips coming from Taylor’s throat and grinned. “You like this?” he asked as he sucked one lace-clad nipple into his mouth.
“Mmmm…..” she purred some more, eyes closed. Ryan pulled his T-shirt off before latching on to the other nipple, thoroughly soaking the fabric. Taylor twisted under him, rubbing her groin against his. She brought her hands up to trace his chest, palms brushing across the hard pebbles of his own nipples. She stared into blue eyes now muddy in color, dark with desire. She felt Ryan’s hand inch downward, deftly popping open the snaps at her crotch. God, she was wet and slick.
Ryan shifted slightly to the side to let his fingers wander through closely cropped hair, seeking and finding access to her secret places. He knew what he was doing, and did it well. Taylor was soon thrashing on the mattress, keening at him not to stop. He added two more fingers and watched while she gyrated, his cock reminding him of its presence in no uncertain terms. He slowed the finger-fucking to prolong this as long as possible, thrusting lightly into her hip as he did so, until his own breath became shallow and labored.
As Ryan removed his fingers, Taylor whimpered. “When I satisfy you, I want it to be my dick inside you, not my fingers,” he whispered, sending shock waves directly to her clit. He kept the heel of his hand against her, letting her manipulate around it. He felt that she was close, and rasped into her ear, “Open your eyes…I want to see what they look like when you come.” She complied, a shuddery breath escaping her lips. They closed briefly at her moment of climax, then fluttered open again as she exclaimed, “Yes! Yes! Oh my God, Ryan, Yes!” Her eyes lit as if from within, sparkling and shimmering. He matched his breathing to hers and pressed his hand tighter against her to feel her contractions. After a minute he captured her mouth again and kissed her long and hard. Taylor pulled at him until he blanketed her completely; his weight welcome and making her feel secure.
After a few more minutes, Taylor wriggled all the way out of her teddy, and feeling his erection hard and insistent against her thigh, she tried to pull Ryan’s boxers down. He lifted off her slightly, enough that she could flip him over and finish the job. She stared at his cock, rigid and weeping and felt her mouth water. She let her hand wander its length, closing on it and smiling when Ryan flinched.
“Your turn,” she murmured.
“I don’t think this is such a good idea…” he hissed and she shimmied down his body.
“I did say ‘everything’ but.”
“Taylor…you don’t have to…”
“I know I don’t. But it would be a shame to mess up these fresh sheets now, wouldn’t it?”
Ryan could barely manage a nod as the warmth of Taylor’s mouth enveloped him. One hand fluttered down to cup the back of her head, holding her loosely in place. It was obvious to him that she had done this before…more than once. She soon had him struggling not to thrust upwards too hard. Her fingers played with his balls, tickled his inner thighs, while her tongue…her very talented tongue, did things to him that had him seeing stars. His hand fisted her hair suddenly and he gasped out, “Taylor..I’m….” before she shushed him, reminding him, “The sheets….”
Then he could keep his ass on the bed no longer. He bucked up into her mouth as she sucked and squeezed, her hair tantalizing his skin where ever it touched. He froze for an instant when all he saw was white light, then pumped his juices down her throat, her swallows spurring him on.
Taylor’s mouth released him as she would a popsicle. She pressed a hand to his chest to raise herself and saw his ragged breathing, flushed cheeks and heavily lidded, sated eyes piercing her own. A slow, smug smile spread across her face. “How’s that for a whore of a divorcee?”
Ryan’s chuckle was low and husky. “You can be my whore any time….” Her smile flickered. “…but you’re not. I prefer to think of you as experienced and all-knowing…and OhMyGod that was good!” He pulled her down to his lips, twining his tongue with hers, then settling the covers over them and holding her close as her cheek rested on his chest.
The Cohens weren’t expecting him home, Julie and Kaitlin didn’t think Taylor would be home, and Summer was with Seth, so they felt comfortable drifting off to sleep together. Ryan kissed her forehead one last time. “Happy New Year.”
Snuggling into his side, Taylor whispered, “Happy New Life, Ryan.”
~ ~ ~ The End….but hopefully, only the beginning ~ ~ ~
Spoilers from the end of The Earth Girls Are Easy.
A/N: This little ficlet is unbeta-ed….and is my present to my Flist, because I really need to say goodbye to 2006, and ring 2007 in with a bang…..*snickers*
Disclaimer: My apologies to Ben McKenzie and Autumn Reeser for borrowing their bodies. Josh - I own nothing but my memories of a certain phone call…
Ryan bounced onto the bed, pulling the covers behind him and nudging Taylor further into the middle in the process. When she had stopped giggling, Ryan nuzzled her neck and sighed as he smoothed his hand across her waist.
“You know, technically, I think this would be called a teddy, not a negligee….”
“Ooooo…Ryan Atwood: Fashionista!”
“Well, I do know my way around lingerie…and I did say I wanted it back…”
“I’ll just bet you do!” Anything else Taylor may have said was swallowed by Ryan’s tongue in her mouth, hotly probing the recesses. One muscular thigh lay between her legs, gently forcing them to spread apart. Her eyes widened, her hands sliding down his back to draw his hips closer.
“But….these jeans of yours…they’re chaffing me.”
“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” he mocked. She shook her head lazily, her fingers finding and twisting open the button. Taylor watched his pupils dilate when she tugged the zipper slowly open and placed both hands with her palms flat against his taut abs. He sucked in his breath as she slid her fingers downward between the denim and his boxer briefs.
“Black…I like that,” she nodded in approval.
“I always aim to please, Ma’am…..ow! Easy there!” he yelped as Taylor gave his boys a not so friendly squeeze, then changed her mind and caressed them through the soft cotton, earning an appreciative groan from their owner.
Trying not to be distracted by Taylor’s groping, Ryan kissed down her neck to her shoulder, grasping the strap of the teddy in his teeth, and drawing it downward. He licked across her clavicle to the other strap, repeating the process while Taylor arched her neck. Ryan felt the purring under his lips coming from Taylor’s throat and grinned. “You like this?” he asked as he sucked one lace-clad nipple into his mouth.
“Mmmm…..” she purred some more, eyes closed. Ryan pulled his T-shirt off before latching on to the other nipple, thoroughly soaking the fabric. Taylor twisted under him, rubbing her groin against his. She brought her hands up to trace his chest, palms brushing across the hard pebbles of his own nipples. She stared into blue eyes now muddy in color, dark with desire. She felt Ryan’s hand inch downward, deftly popping open the snaps at her crotch. God, she was wet and slick.
Ryan shifted slightly to the side to let his fingers wander through closely cropped hair, seeking and finding access to her secret places. He knew what he was doing, and did it well. Taylor was soon thrashing on the mattress, keening at him not to stop. He added two more fingers and watched while she gyrated, his cock reminding him of its presence in no uncertain terms. He slowed the finger-fucking to prolong this as long as possible, thrusting lightly into her hip as he did so, until his own breath became shallow and labored.
As Ryan removed his fingers, Taylor whimpered. “When I satisfy you, I want it to be my dick inside you, not my fingers,” he whispered, sending shock waves directly to her clit. He kept the heel of his hand against her, letting her manipulate around it. He felt that she was close, and rasped into her ear, “Open your eyes…I want to see what they look like when you come.” She complied, a shuddery breath escaping her lips. They closed briefly at her moment of climax, then fluttered open again as she exclaimed, “Yes! Yes! Oh my God, Ryan, Yes!” Her eyes lit as if from within, sparkling and shimmering. He matched his breathing to hers and pressed his hand tighter against her to feel her contractions. After a minute he captured her mouth again and kissed her long and hard. Taylor pulled at him until he blanketed her completely; his weight welcome and making her feel secure.
After a few more minutes, Taylor wriggled all the way out of her teddy, and feeling his erection hard and insistent against her thigh, she tried to pull Ryan’s boxers down. He lifted off her slightly, enough that she could flip him over and finish the job. She stared at his cock, rigid and weeping and felt her mouth water. She let her hand wander its length, closing on it and smiling when Ryan flinched.
“Your turn,” she murmured.
“I don’t think this is such a good idea…” he hissed and she shimmied down his body.
“I did say ‘everything’ but.”
“Taylor…you don’t have to…”
“I know I don’t. But it would be a shame to mess up these fresh sheets now, wouldn’t it?”
Ryan could barely manage a nod as the warmth of Taylor’s mouth enveloped him. One hand fluttered down to cup the back of her head, holding her loosely in place. It was obvious to him that she had done this before…more than once. She soon had him struggling not to thrust upwards too hard. Her fingers played with his balls, tickled his inner thighs, while her tongue…her very talented tongue, did things to him that had him seeing stars. His hand fisted her hair suddenly and he gasped out, “Taylor..I’m….” before she shushed him, reminding him, “The sheets….”
Then he could keep his ass on the bed no longer. He bucked up into her mouth as she sucked and squeezed, her hair tantalizing his skin where ever it touched. He froze for an instant when all he saw was white light, then pumped his juices down her throat, her swallows spurring him on.
Taylor’s mouth released him as she would a popsicle. She pressed a hand to his chest to raise herself and saw his ragged breathing, flushed cheeks and heavily lidded, sated eyes piercing her own. A slow, smug smile spread across her face. “How’s that for a whore of a divorcee?”
Ryan’s chuckle was low and husky. “You can be my whore any time….” Her smile flickered. “…but you’re not. I prefer to think of you as experienced and all-knowing…and OhMyGod that was good!” He pulled her down to his lips, twining his tongue with hers, then settling the covers over them and holding her close as her cheek rested on his chest.
The Cohens weren’t expecting him home, Julie and Kaitlin didn’t think Taylor would be home, and Summer was with Seth, so they felt comfortable drifting off to sleep together. Ryan kissed her forehead one last time. “Happy New Year.”
Snuggling into his side, Taylor whispered, “Happy New Life, Ryan.”
~ ~ ~ The End….but hopefully, only the beginning ~ ~ ~