Beckett, the Birthday Girl - Part 2/3
Title: Beckett, the Birthday Girl - Part 2/3
Characters/Pairings: ultimately Beckett/Castle, but this chapter is Beckett/OC/Castle
Word Count: ~3400
Rating: NC-17 (no joke. pretty much PWP here.)
Warnings: This is crack!fic - p0rno style. Graphic sex, innuendo, and grinding.
Spoiler alert: none. none at all.
Summary: Castle rents out a strip club for Beckett's birthday. Beckett approves.
It never ceased to amaze Castle just how difficult and complicated women’s clothing could be. He hands were too big and clumsy as he tried to pull the stretchy green fabric over Beckett’s head. He was trying to help but in the end she pushed him away, banishing him to lean against the sink, watching all that enticing skin disappear. Swaying a bit as he watched her shimmy her hips to pull the fabric of the short dress down over her hips, very aware that if he looked closely enough, he could still see the lacy edge of those panties through the thick fabric.
Then she swung around to face the mirror and his heart fell as she pressed her soft lips into a tight frown. Until he realized what her eyes were focusing on. While much of the dress fit against her skin like a glove, the neck line hung loosely down from her collarbone, creating a rippled valley of green that hung just a few inches too low to hide the scrap of fabric that held the cups of her bra together. But Beckett, of course, was already a few steps ahead.
Moving quickly, she cooped up her discarded clothes and pressed them into his hands. He knew that he should have hung them up, but he was far more interested in what she was doing to accomplish anything more than shoving them into the bottom of the garment bag before zipping it up. Her brow was furrowed with determination as she arched her back, her hands meeting behind her to fuss with the back of her dress. Then she was twisting and tugging, her fingers slipping underneath the dress until he saw her bra straps sliding down her arms. Hooking them past her elbows, she popped them free, then took hold of the front of the bra and drew it out from under the dress.
He realized too late that he was literally drooling as he watched her graceful body move like. With a groan he brought his hand to his mouth and covered it, trying to figure out how exactly she managed to keep surprising him. And then she was pushing that bra into his hands and sauntering towards the door, glancing back at him expectantly. She said something, but it didn’t register as his fingers slide over the fabric of her bra, still warm from her skin.
“Huh?” he stammered, knowing he must look like an idiot gaping at her like this.
“Do you ever listen?” she complained, eyes rolling as she turned back to fully face him. “I think I need a drink. See you at the bar?”
And then she was gone.
Nevermind that Kate Beckett had just sucked him off. The woman had him hard all over again and it took every ounce of concentration he had left to get out of that bathroom, garment bag in hand. He nearly forgot to shove the bra inside as he stepped back out into the thumping music of the club. Instead of following her immediately, he took a detour further down the hall, dropping the garment bag off with coat check, trying to regain some sense of control over this night.
When he finally emerged back into the party, he didn’t find Beckett nearly so difficult to locate as he had imagined. A bar full of nearly naked women and yet, in spite of this and the fact that the men from the 12th precinct valued their lives (and their manly-parts) too much to even allow themselves a peak at the incredible Detective Beckett, nearly half the bar was unsuccessfully trying to look anywhere but at her tonight. He was painfully aware of the just how obvious it was that any wrong move could easily reveal far more than just the inner curves of her very tempting breasts.
Castle tried to approach her discretely, cutting across the bar at a wide angle to try to sneak up behind her. But Beckett saw him coming. She threw back a shot of something clear and obviously strong from the heated look she gave as it went down before turning to the blonde next to her. Indeed, Beckett had found Bambi, the blonde in the fairy wings and nothing more than a sparkly pink g-string to match.
The two women were standing close and leaning in as Beckett whispered something that made the blonde smile wickedly as he walked up, but both went silent when he drew close enough to hear. Was that pink glitter on Beckett’s cheek? His brain asked him, following the finger length trail of sparkly dust that started on her cheek and dragged down to her lips. It was on her lips. Little, pink, metallic shiny glitter that was mostly definitely a match to Bambi’s…
But he didn’t have time to finish his thoughts before Beckett lifted one hand, palm up, the request in her eyes requiring no more explanation. Swallowing to regain his composure, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a stack of bills, which he handed over to his Birthday Girl without hesitation. He found he was too busy taking in the sight of Beckett’s lithe thighs, which were scarcely covered by the tight skirt of the dress, to think more than a few feet in front of him.
Apparently the Birthday Girl had something in mind and soon he found himself being lead into a small curtained area near the back of the club, the two women taking the lead. Bambi drew the curtain closed behind them, then turned to give Castle a little push, setting him down on the seat of the low red leather couch which lined the wall of the curtained off corner. He looked up at the blond, a cotton-candy colored buxom woman who smelled like spiced vanilla. Her hands were on her hips, blue eyes daring him to get back up. When Beckett came up behind her, barely visible past the gauzy, pink fabric that was stretched over wire to give the blonde her wings, he just settled back against the couch with a nod. Yes, Ma’am, his brain added as he stretched his arms out against the back of the couch.
He heard, but couldn’t see, Beckett giggle. Then he saw her rise up on tip toes, aligning herself against Bambi’s back, her fingers peaking from where they grabbed the blonde’s hips. Beckett’s lips appeared against the tumbling blond curls as she whispered something, her other arm wrapping around her partner with a slow, deliberate gesture. He saw it then. Her fingers holding a twenty dollar bill and sliding it into the stripper’s g-string. She definitely had done that before.
His cock strained against his crotch once more as Beckett’s face disappeared, only her hands visible as they caressed the candy-colored woman with teasing delicacy, and he heard her moan. Castle’s eyebrows shot up as he watched the pleased grin grow on the stripper’s lips as she ground her ass back against Beckett, eyes closing and telling him way more than he needed to be told about the talents of Detective Beckett’s fingers.
He slapped his palm over his mouth as he watched them, grinding in a slow dance until Bambi slowly turned, giving him a view of Beckett’s flushed cheeks as she drew the brunette towards him, spinning her around until she was perched on the arm of the couch. Beckett’s now fully bare thigh was at eye level and he had a side view of her as she drew one foot up, bracing those teasing black boots against the seat of the couch, splaying her legs wide. Not that he could see, but he knew. That fabric was stretched tight and her thighs were parted and he was trying to get off the couch, but the fairy beat him to it.
Those nearly naked hips adorned in little more than sparkles slid between Beckett’s thighs and Castle couldn’t help but picture the smear of glitter those hips were leaving along the insides of Detective Beckett’s thighs. He was so entranced by the sight of those curvy hips grinding against those lacy black panties, that he almost missed that Bambi was leaning into Beckett and their lips were barely a breath apart. Bambi’s fingers were already underneath all that jade green fabric doing god only knows what to Beckett’s tits, but whatever it was, she was panting.
Their lips were nearly touching and they were both panting like horny teenagers. Beckett had her fingers around the blonde’s neck, hooking her downward, taking her time in drawing those sticky pale pink lips to her throat. Bambi followed Beckett’s lead like they’d done it a million times before, sucking and licking at the detective’s throat while those strong fingers wound into those blond curls.
He’s pretty sure he squeaked when Beckett suddenly started moving fast. Her fingers twisted and she pried the blonde’s face away from her throat with a wicked grin that he knew meant that this woman was in trouble. Beckett held her there for a moment before dragging the blonde in. She plastered in kiss on those glossy lips, pressing until he heard the woman gasp, mouth open, offering her mouth to the detective, who took the opportunity to nip at the blonde’s lower lip. Beckett sealed their lips together once more, still controlling the stripper’s head with a confidence that made him shudder.
When the kiss broke and Bambi’s tongue darted out to taste Beckett’s now coated in candy colored lip gloss lips with a little moan, he realized his hand was not pressing against his erection, stroking it unconscious at the sight of them. Suddenly they were both looking at him and he cursed, trying to remember if he’d actually made a noise.
But Beckett just smirked, her eyes looking pointedly down at Castle’s hand then back up at his face. “Relax, Castle. I thought you could handle me…”
Her grin widened as she held Castle’s gaze, her fingers dragging the blonde’s face downward. He groaned with a strange sense of excitement as he watched Beckett force the woman’s lips down to her throat, where Bambi began kissing and sucking downwards, down to her chest, nosing under the dress… The whole time the submissive little fairy whimpered with delight, her eyes turned up at Beckett with adoration. Who the hell knew Beckett could do this… Okay, maybe there’d been a few moments when he’d wondered…
But even more than what he’d already seen, what came next had him groaning, leaning forward, ready to spring up from the couch.
Giving Castle a quick wink, Beckett turned back to Bambi, forcing the woman down to her knees, fingers still laced into the blond hair. “Time to show him the reason I brought you in here,” Beckett instructed, her voice so strict and yet soft, Castle leaned in further, straining to know what would come next. She was certainly doing all the work tonight, birthday be damned. Never let it be said that Kate Beckett did anything the normal way.
Beckett suddenly released the blonde, who was now on her knees, and leaned back on the arm of the couch, legs spread to watch as Bambi kissed and licked her way up Beckett’s boots and then her thighs, tracing that line of glitter Castle had been imagining earlier with lip gloss. As Bambi sucked at Beckett’s tempting, cream colored thighs, she never once lost Beckett’s gaze. Castle could almost feel her seeking the brunette’s praise and approval, her eagerness bubbling out of her.
“Like this Ma’am?” she asked softly, lips dragging and lingering just a breath away from Beckett’s lacy panties. He couldn’t control his breathing and groaned, fingers stroking his cock in an effort to assuage the burning tension. His ass was barely on the seat anymore as he leaned in close enough to inhale the scent of Beckett’s arousal mixed with whatever vanilla candy concoction the stripper was wearing.
Beckett’s hand rose, stroking the blonde’s curls back from her face as she smiled and told her, “Very good. Just like that,” then pulled out another bill, this time handing it to Castle. “Pay her please?”
Castle gaped at her, taking the bill and leaning down, blindly stuffing the bill into the waistband of the tiny scrap of clothing, his eyes unable to look away from Beckett, whose eyes were hooded and he could see her starting to pant with excitement. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d died and gone to some sort of kinky heaven. Tonight was definitely far more than a game.
“That’s enough though, Bambi. I think he sees how this is going to go… Why don’t you come on up here…” Beckett instructed, her hand resting on the blonde’s cheek, guiding her until they were face to face once more. Both women watched Castle from the corners of their eyes as they leaned in to kiss, softly this time. Open lips pressed together, then parted, returning again at a slightly different angle. Their fingers were exploring one another’s breasts, teasing, trailing; each connecting with increasing passion until Beckett suddenly broke the spell by breaking out into laughter. The blonde soon joined her and they wrapped their arms around each other with a hug.
When the laughter finally died down, the two women grinned at one another for a moment before Beckett turned towards Castle. “Close your mouth, Castle. I think it’s time I introduced you to Bambi. Also known as my college lesbian fling,” she explained through a light giggle.
His jaw popped shut at her command, but he had no words for the way the blonde’s fingers were sliding into the low neckline of Beckett’s dress once more to do all sorts of things that he couldn’t stop picturing as they hugged. Whatever it was, it got the Birthday Girl’s immediate approval as she arched back, gasping. Once she caught her breath, she turned and looked at Castle once more, “Why don’t you be a good boy and get us something to drink?”
She looked positively wild, her eyes wide, arousal nearly swallowing him whole. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a hint of jealousy was threatening to show its face, but that brain was definitely not in control. In fact, the brain that was controlling him was definitely not going to allow him to get up to get them drinks.
Thankfully, Bambi offered him a reprieve after plastering another lingering kiss on Beckett’s lips. “Let me take care of the drinks, K. I’m pretty sure he’d never make it.” With a sultry wink at Beckett, the topless blonde sauntered out of the curtains, leaving them alone.
“She… you…” Castle stammered, watching Beckett slide off the arm of the couch, smoothing her hands down over the dress. His eyes narrowed and he felt his arousal surge as he realized the hem was littered in glitter.
“Yes, Castle. It wasn’t exactly true love or anything, but is it really that surprising?” Turning towards him, she gave him a gentle shove until he was leaning against the back of the couch. Once she had him positioned, she turned to the side, sliding into his lap, her legs perpendicular to his own, throwing an arm around his neck. “You really are no good at secrets you know…” she added, running a finger down the front of his shirt.
“Oh?”
“You never should have told the boys. It took me all of ten minutes to get them to spill. Then I just called up Stephanie… err, Bambi. From there, it was pretty easy to convince Espo to help out by suggesting her name,” she explained, shifting in his lap, allowing his fingers to trace over her thighs as she snuggled into his chest. “Just consider yourself lucky. The boys wanted pictures.”
The position left the underside of her warm, supple, bare thighs pressing against his erection and he squirmed, trying to find a way to keep himself from exploding. She smelled like cherries and sweat and maybe still a bit like vanilla ice cream - but it just made it worse. Warm and enticing there on his lap, she was quickly proving that warming him up had not really done him any favors. She was close enough that he could see the trail of glitter and the gleam of lip gloss on her skin and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why he wasn't jealous. Why it just made his hands rove over her skin with all the tact and aim of a kid shooting his first skeet gun. Not that she seemed to mind.
She lifted her face up towards his then and kissed him slowly, her grip around his neck tightening to bring him closer. She tasted like liquor and sex and he couldn’t get enough. His hands slid higher, one wrapped around behind her to hold her hip, while the other journeyed up until it molded over one breast, earning him a breathy gasp into his mouth. Still sharing his breath, she pulled back just enough to whisper, “She’s not actually coming back you know. And I really should mingle a bit before I make you take me somewhere…”
He silenced her by restarting the kiss, not yet ready to step out of this particularly pleasant Beckett dream. He'd been confused at first, but now he just wanted to take advantage of all that foreplay. He needed to finish what had clearly left her burning as she squirmed down more tightly into his lap in an effort to get up. To go back to her party. Stay here, Birthday Girl. Party's right here...
To convince her, he slid his hand off her breast, dragging his nails along her until he found the hem of her skirt. She only made a little grunt of protest as he slipped his fingers under the fabric, stroking the velvet skin of her inner thighs. “Not just yet,” he murmured, her resistance clearly waning as she allowed her thighs to part just enough to give him what he was seeking.
As his fingers dragged against the wetness that had soaked through her panties, she pressed back into the arm behind her back, her lips slipping from his with a moan. He smirked at just how easily she gave in as he pressed further, searching for hardened bump of her clit. As he found it, he pressed down in slow circles, feeling her lips fluttering against his neck. Soon, her face was nuzzling into his neck, muffling the throaty groans she was making. “I should shoot you for this…” she muttered half-heartedly as his fingers withdrew for a moment to find a way to get past the tight, stretchy fabric.
“But you won’t,” he replied, his fingers finding their way before she could continue. The warm, slickness of her slit urged him on and he soon had his thumb pressed against her clit and two more fingers sliding inside of her tight pussy. Her back arched and she pulled back from his chest, her head pressing into the arm rest. Holding her tighter, he looked down into her eyes as her hips rocked against his hand, helping him find the pace she needed.
Her groans grew louder and Castle half wondered how no one had noticed the sound of her. But outside, the party thumped on as he urged her faster and faster towards her peak. When it came, her body tightened on his fingers as she cried out, “Fuck…” She shuddered, her thighs quivering as her orgasm slowly receded, a dusky look in her eyes as she slowly began to remember exactly where they were.
With some effort, she managed to sit up and took hold of his wrist, bringing his fingers to her mouth. Dazed and perhaps even a bit shy, she hid her eyes from him as she sucked her wetness from his fingers with low hum. Just as she let them drop, a face suddenly appeared through the curtains.
“K? I think you better come join the party. They’re about to send out a search party,” Bambi said, smiling knowingly as Beckett turned to level an accusing gaze at the still entranced Castle.
As the curtains fell shut once more, Beckett rolled her eyes before springing up from his lap. With a quick squirm, she put her dress back into place, the smoothed down her curls. “I’m not done with you yet, Castle, don’t worry” she warned then turned to stride out of the booth, tossing him a smirk before disappearing into the crowd outside.
( Chapter 1, if you missed it)