Smutathon Entry 11: All Talk and No Play Makes Cormac a Dull Boy (Cormac/Alicia)
Title: All Talk and No Play Makes Cormac a Dull Boy
Pairing: Cormac/Alicia
A/N: Mirror kink? lol it seemed appropriate for Cormac. Slightly rough sex, dirty talk, use of f-word.
Smut:
He’d been looking forward to this launch party for ages. As an exclusive party for the new Firebolt model, there were plenty of industry insiders and players. He’d hoped to get a chance to talk to a few of them; to schmooze his way into one of the top teams. He’d expected to spend the night furthering his career.
Instead, he had a woman’s hand on his crotch, which was decidedly a much better arrangement.
Cormac noticed her when she walked in the door, of course. He remembered her from school, but better yet, he knew her as one of the star Chasers of the Holyhead Harpies. Her legs and breasts were accentuated in the short, sexy dress she wore. Fuck me, he thought briefly, practically salivating.
They ended up sitting at a booth together, managing only a short conversation before they were joined by friends on both sides. It was as they made conversation with the others that she slipped her hand on his knee under the table. As talk went on, she’d laugh, and her hand would inch higher. When she finally reached his crotch, she squeezed gently and kneaded him softly through the fabric of his robes, though her face was the picture of composure.
Well, two could play this game, sweet siren.
With a smile, Cormac contributed to the conversation while at the same time reaching under the short hem of her dress and touching the fabric of her panties. He kept his touch soft at first, rubbing gently. The garment was soaked within minutes of his slow torture, and her hand had stilled on his crotch. Still, she wouldn’t look over at him, nor did he turn to her, even as he slipped a finger under the thin piece of cotton.
Cormac leaned into her. He could hear her heavy breathing as he put his lips to her ear and said, “You’re so wet for me.” As he twirled his thumb around her sensitive button of nerves, she let out a small squeak of a groan and shook her head.
Removing his fingers immediately, he told the table at large that he was going to run to the bar. Not two minutes later, Alicia excused herself to the bathroom, and was unsurprised to find Cormac waiting for her in the hallway.
When she approached, Cormac pushed off the wall and removed his hands from his pockets. “Men’s loo is free,” he told her, “and less likely to be disturbed.”
With a nod and a grin, she preceded him into the bathroom and headed straight for the sink.
Cormac was behind her in a second, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. “Merlin, this dress,” he said with admiration, his hands tracing her curves. One of his hands settled on her breast while the other started pulling up her skirt. “You’re so tight; can’t wait to feel you around me.”
“All talk and no play makes Cormac a dull boy,” Alicia taunted, pushing her bum back against his aching crotch. “I’ve not really seen anything too impressive yet.” She grinned at him through the mirror, her eyes twinkling mischievously, challenging him.
At that, Cormac growled low in his throat. “Yeah? Watch me make you scream my name.”
Alicia raised an eyebrow, as if skeptical that he could. He shoved her dress above her hips and told her to spread her legs. Alicia obliged, but barely. Shoving his knee between her legs, Cormac growled, “Wider,” and Alicia smirked as she did.
Cormac watched her face in the mirror as he drew small circles over her crotch. When she bit her lower lip, he shoved her panties to the side and pulled her hips against his forcefully. She arched her back, but didn’t cry out, biting her lip harder as if determined to stay silent.
Her underwear chafed him as he pumped, but he ignored it. When she asked him to go faster, he slowed to shallow thrusts; when she told him to go deeper, he pulled out and teased her slit. He pulled her the top of dress aside with one hand and teased her hardened nipple while the other hand worked the same rhythm around her nether regions.
“Fuuuuck … fuck me,” she whined, pushing back against him, her head falling between her trembling arms. “I’m so close.”
Cormac said nothing; with a grin, he pushed his thumb against her clit and held it there as he thrust roughly back into her.
He wouldn’t let himself come until she did, but he watched himself pound into her in the mirror; watched her face as she bit her lip, let it go entirely, and dropped her jaw. Her fingers curled on the countertop and her legs trembled as she came with a scream of his name, as promised.
Pairing: Cormac/Alicia
A/N: Mirror kink? lol it seemed appropriate for Cormac. Slightly rough sex, dirty talk, use of f-word.
Smut:
He’d been looking forward to this launch party for ages. As an exclusive party for the new Firebolt model, there were plenty of industry insiders and players. He’d hoped to get a chance to talk to a few of them; to schmooze his way into one of the top teams. He’d expected to spend the night furthering his career.
Instead, he had a woman’s hand on his crotch, which was decidedly a much better arrangement.
Cormac noticed her when she walked in the door, of course. He remembered her from school, but better yet, he knew her as one of the star Chasers of the Holyhead Harpies. Her legs and breasts were accentuated in the short, sexy dress she wore. Fuck me, he thought briefly, practically salivating.
They ended up sitting at a booth together, managing only a short conversation before they were joined by friends on both sides. It was as they made conversation with the others that she slipped her hand on his knee under the table. As talk went on, she’d laugh, and her hand would inch higher. When she finally reached his crotch, she squeezed gently and kneaded him softly through the fabric of his robes, though her face was the picture of composure.
Well, two could play this game, sweet siren.
With a smile, Cormac contributed to the conversation while at the same time reaching under the short hem of her dress and touching the fabric of her panties. He kept his touch soft at first, rubbing gently. The garment was soaked within minutes of his slow torture, and her hand had stilled on his crotch. Still, she wouldn’t look over at him, nor did he turn to her, even as he slipped a finger under the thin piece of cotton.
Cormac leaned into her. He could hear her heavy breathing as he put his lips to her ear and said, “You’re so wet for me.” As he twirled his thumb around her sensitive button of nerves, she let out a small squeak of a groan and shook her head.
Removing his fingers immediately, he told the table at large that he was going to run to the bar. Not two minutes later, Alicia excused herself to the bathroom, and was unsurprised to find Cormac waiting for her in the hallway.
When she approached, Cormac pushed off the wall and removed his hands from his pockets. “Men’s loo is free,” he told her, “and less likely to be disturbed.”
With a nod and a grin, she preceded him into the bathroom and headed straight for the sink.
Cormac was behind her in a second, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. “Merlin, this dress,” he said with admiration, his hands tracing her curves. One of his hands settled on her breast while the other started pulling up her skirt. “You’re so tight; can’t wait to feel you around me.”
“All talk and no play makes Cormac a dull boy,” Alicia taunted, pushing her bum back against his aching crotch. “I’ve not really seen anything too impressive yet.” She grinned at him through the mirror, her eyes twinkling mischievously, challenging him.
At that, Cormac growled low in his throat. “Yeah? Watch me make you scream my name.”
Alicia raised an eyebrow, as if skeptical that he could. He shoved her dress above her hips and told her to spread her legs. Alicia obliged, but barely. Shoving his knee between her legs, Cormac growled, “Wider,” and Alicia smirked as she did.
Cormac watched her face in the mirror as he drew small circles over her crotch. When she bit her lower lip, he shoved her panties to the side and pulled her hips against his forcefully. She arched her back, but didn’t cry out, biting her lip harder as if determined to stay silent.
Her underwear chafed him as he pumped, but he ignored it. When she asked him to go faster, he slowed to shallow thrusts; when she told him to go deeper, he pulled out and teased her slit. He pulled her the top of dress aside with one hand and teased her hardened nipple while the other hand worked the same rhythm around her nether regions.
“Fuuuuck … fuck me,” she whined, pushing back against him, her head falling between her trembling arms. “I’m so close.”
Cormac said nothing; with a grin, he pushed his thumb against her clit and held it there as he thrust roughly back into her.
He wouldn’t let himself come until she did, but he watched himself pound into her in the mirror; watched her face as she bit her lip, let it go entirely, and dropped her jaw. Her fingers curled on the countertop and her legs trembled as she came with a scream of his name, as promised.