Impressing the Neighbours
Because I'm too impatient to leave this unposted anymore.
My other Bill/Laura story I wrote for the bsg_pornbattle
Rated: MA I guess (well it was for the pornbattle)
Prompt was "I cannot believe Tom Zarek has a tent next to yours".
Not my characters etc etc.
Laura was riding him with wild abandon. He watched the way her breasts bounced against her every time she thrust her wet pussy over his hard cock. He reached up and cupped them so that they danced in his hands, his palms enjoying the feel of her hardened nipples.
“Oh Gods, Bill,” she whimpered.
“Yeah,” he agreed, relishing the feel of her wanton rhythm on top of him.
“Oh! Bill! Yes! Yes!” she screamed as he felt more of her hot moisture gather where they were joined.
His hips lifted and he surged up with as much force as he could produce from his position under her.
“Gods! Bill!” she screamed loudly as she came, her body stilling completely as she relished in the feeling as he simultaneously jerked up into her, spilling his juices and groaning her name.
“What’s got into you tonight?” he asked when she eventually moved to lay beside him, tenderly running her hands over his chest.
“Other than you,” she giggled. “What do you mean?”
“Well, usually you’re so worried about being too loud and tonight, well, how shall I put this, you let it all out.”
She giggled. “I did, didn’t I? It felt good actually. I’ve decided to make a point of, how did you so politely put it, letting it all out here on New Caprica.”
“Why? Not that I’m complaining,” he added. He loved her voice and all the sounds she emitted. Her hums and whimpers. Her groans and moans. Now he added screaming out his name to the list.
“I ran into my new neighbour,” she explained. She arched an eyebrow and looked down her nose as if she was wearing her glasses. “Tom Zarek.”
“What? You’re screaming so that frakkin’ terrorist can hear you?” he asked, unable to keep the jealous spite out of his tone.
“Uh huh,” she confirmed. “I’m so sick of him, Bill. His little suggestive glances and leering smiles. His innuendo filled comments. Sometimes he even touches me on the arm or hand, giving me a not so subtle hint he’s available,” she shuddered.
“So help me, if he lays one finger on you,” he growled.
She smiled and patted his chest. “So I thought,” she continued, “I’d send him a clear message that I’m being very well looked after by a certain sexy admiral.”
“By faking a scream.”
“Oh, Bill! It wasn’t a fake scream. It was quite easy to relax and just voice my pleasure for once. Trust me, I’ve always found it harder to stop screaming. ”
“Hmph,” he grunted. “I cannot believe Tom Zarek has a tent next to yours.”
She hummed and starting suckling on his scar. “Maybe, we should demonstrate the amount of times a certain sexy admiral can make a certain ex-president scream,” she suggested, running her hand down to stroke his cock that amazingly, considering their very recent activities, twitched at her touch.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I think we should demonstrate that there is no need for him to get any ideas that you’re lonely or frustrated.”
She giggled, leaning in and placing an open mouthed kiss on his lips.
“I cannot believe Tom Zarek has a tent next to yours,” he repeated.