TF&TF-FNL pt. 16
Title: "I Can't Get No Satisfaction"
Rating: Mature (here be Tim & Mia smut, and Tim's not even old enough for the draft!)
Dedication: M'Lyn (who needs a pick me up after a bad day.)
Author's Notes: Bakersfield was my county seat as a child. I know it well. It is a shitkicking hickistan. (But that's what actually makes it kind of fun.)
This is the first scene of pure hetsmut I've written in ... oh, ever.
Credit where credit's due: TF&TF and FNL are copyright their respective copyright owners. This is a labor of love, not money.
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He almost dropped her while trying to turn the light on.
"What are you doing?" Mia asked with a laugh.
"Lights."
"What?"
His eyes bored into hers. "I want to see you," he said, voice so low that Mia felt as much as heard it.
She felt the heat creeping into her face. They were ... they were actually doing this. "Put me down," she murmured. As soon as he did, she ran her hands up under his shirt tail. Tim reached for her, but whip-fast she withdrew one of her hands and swatted his away. "No. I'm undressing you first and then --"
"Yeah?" He arched an eyebrow.
"And then I'm undressing me." She flashed a wicked smile.
His eyes glowed like molten honey and he stepped back a pace, standing passive, as she tucked her hand back under and briskly slid them up his smooth skin, mapping the expanse of skin.
"Arms up," she whispered, stepped in, pushing his shirt as high as she could, bringing her so close she could feel the heat of his flesh. Tim had to do the last little bit -- he was so tall -- and then Mia stepped back.
Oh. Dear. God. he was chiseled.
"Like what you see?" He teased.
"Very much." Need turned her voice throaty. "Sit down so I can get your shoes."
It took Mia a moment to negotiate Tim's boots. He laughed when she started tugging and nearly pulled him off the bed. "Hey," she said, "guys I knew in Cali didn't tend to have these."
He gave her a skeptical look.
"Okay, maybe in some shitkicker hickistan like Bakersfield. But in LA? I don't think so."
He gave a laugh. "Belt Buckles?"
"Only if you're dressing as the Cowboy from the Village People. And please don't start wearing one of those tacky-ass things, okay?"
"Don't worry. They only cause problems when you're drunk and gotta take a leak."
Mia motioned for him to stand back up and went to work peeling the jeans off of him. She sank down as she tugged, kissing one of his thighs, liking the way it twitched, liking that flare of heat in his eyes. She thought about skinning his jockeys off, but decided to leave them on.
Stepping back, drinking in the view, Mia put her hands to the hem of her shirt and was rewarded by a renewed light in his eyes, making her knees turn to jello. She half wondered if he practiced that look in the mirror or if it just came naturally. She lifted her hem, and noticed his tongue dart out, wetting his lips. Inwardly she laughed as she pulled the shirt off and tossed it over her head.
His breath came out in something bordering on a moan.
"Like what you see?" she teased.
Eyes wide, he swallowed hard and nodded.
She unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them.
Mia stood before Tim, giving him an arch look as she posed a bit. It was a very ordinary bra and pair of "Haines Her Way" she had on, but judging by the hitch in his breathing and the way his dick jumped in his jockeys, he couldn't have wanted her more if she wore Victoria's Secret.
She stepped forward, putting her arms around him, pressing flesh to flesh. He shivered slightly and gave a groaning breath before bending and kissing her hungrily, needily, as his hands snaked up her back and deftly undid the clasp on her bra, before he raised his hands to her shoulders and slid the straps down.
Mia straightened her arms and let her bra fall. Her nipple chafed slightly against his smooth, firm chest, making her feel all shivery inside. Roughly, he pulled her to him and tipped back on to the bed. Before she could react, he rolled them, and seemed to instantly have a mouth on her nipple, tongue teasing, making her gasp.
"Jesus, Tim!" She writhed as the fluttery feeling traveled down her body, pooling in her groin.
He kissed the other one a few times for good measure, before pushing up, "Do --"
She put a hand back on his head, fingers tangling in hair styled with too much whatever it was he used, and pushed his head back down. "I didn't say you could stop."
Tim gave a raspy growl-laugh and went back to kissing her breasts, teasing them a bit more before he inched down, trailing kisses all the way down to the top of her panties, making her stomach flutter involuntarily in response. He began sliding them down, kissing and licking at each bit of revealed skin.
She stayed him a moment. "I'm warning you, I don't have some little landing strip thing going on."
"'S okay."
"You don't have to --"
"Mia, I want to." Tim pulled her panties the rest of the way off, and pulled Mia to the edge of the bed, arranging her legs apart, knees bent. It reminded her bit of being at the "girly doctor's" and she blushed slightly at feeling so exposed. Nobody had ever done this before and she didn't quite know what to expect.
But that feeling of awkwardness vanished when he knelt between her legs and drank in a deep breath. "I don't see how anybody couldn't want this," He said in a smoky whisper. "All the guys who go on about how they'd never … it's only 'cause they haven't. They don't know. They've never smelled," he took another deep breath "red-blooded American woman, or tasted it," his tongue darted forward in a delicate lick and Mia couldn't restrain the tremor in her thighs. "They just have no idea." His breath ghosted across her and Mia could feel the answering flood of wetness as she twitched and shivered.
His tongue darted out a few more times, lapping, testing, mapping her, before he bent his head and went to work in earnest and Mia's brain turned to one live-wire rush of pleasure and only dimly was she aware of sounds and words spilling in an endless stream from her mouth as he brought her closer and closer until she couldn't contain it any longer and her legs clenched and her back arched as she cried out her pleasure.
It wasn't until Mia floated back down, with her thighs still draped, pinning Tim's head in place that she realized that … "Oh God," she giggled. "Did I … smother you?"
He grinned up, face slick, and said, "Yeah, but it's so totally worth it."
She scooted back up the bed, beckoning for him, pushing him to lay down as she tugged his jockeys off and he sprang free, big, hard, and hot, seeping at the tip.
She glanced at her nightstand. Ummm … shit.
"In my wallet," he said.
She retrieved a condom, unwrapped it, and slowly stroked it on to him, loving the way that he moaned and arched his back a bit. Mia bent to go down on him but he stopped her saying, "If you do that -- I can't last too much longer."
"Oh." She knelt back. "So, how do you?" She gestured.
"Do you think you could climb on … I kind of want to see. And," he chuckled a bit, "I don't need a fresh set of nail marks, y'know?"
She laughed, crawled over, straddled him, and slowly sank down. Oh God, he was huge, filling her already sensitized body to the brim, it seemed. She pulled up and slowly slid back down … eye rollingly good oh God
Tim gave a sound on the verge of a whimper and bucked up to meet her.
The dam burst. It quickly became his hands on her hipbones, his pelvis snapping up to meet her as she threw all caution and decorum to the wind and rode him.
It didn't take long. A split second after she had a full body jitter as her orgasm hit, he gave one last groan, and his hips rose and rose and rose and his back arched, lifting them both off the mattress and, with a growl, he came.
Utterly drained, she collapsed on him, half wishing she would never have to move again, that the moment could stretch out forever. She sighed happily as his trembling! hands softly ghosted over her.
She was half asleep when Tim gently rolled the two of them and crept out of bed to turn the lights off.
~oo(0)oo~
Mia woke to sunlight sifting gently in through the blinds and Tim's smile.
"Round two?" he asked.
She answered him with a kiss.
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Chapter 15
Chapter 17
Rating: Mature (here be Tim & Mia smut, and Tim's not even old enough for the draft!)
Dedication: M'Lyn (who needs a pick me up after a bad day.)
Author's Notes: Bakersfield was my county seat as a child. I know it well. It is a shitkicking hickistan. (But that's what actually makes it kind of fun.)
This is the first scene of pure hetsmut I've written in ... oh, ever.
Credit where credit's due: TF&TF and FNL are copyright their respective copyright owners. This is a labor of love, not money.
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He almost dropped her while trying to turn the light on.
"What are you doing?" Mia asked with a laugh.
"Lights."
"What?"
His eyes bored into hers. "I want to see you," he said, voice so low that Mia felt as much as heard it.
She felt the heat creeping into her face. They were ... they were actually doing this. "Put me down," she murmured. As soon as he did, she ran her hands up under his shirt tail. Tim reached for her, but whip-fast she withdrew one of her hands and swatted his away. "No. I'm undressing you first and then --"
"Yeah?" He arched an eyebrow.
"And then I'm undressing me." She flashed a wicked smile.
His eyes glowed like molten honey and he stepped back a pace, standing passive, as she tucked her hand back under and briskly slid them up his smooth skin, mapping the expanse of skin.
"Arms up," she whispered, stepped in, pushing his shirt as high as she could, bringing her so close she could feel the heat of his flesh. Tim had to do the last little bit -- he was so tall -- and then Mia stepped back.
Oh. Dear. God. he was chiseled.
"Like what you see?" He teased.
"Very much." Need turned her voice throaty. "Sit down so I can get your shoes."
It took Mia a moment to negotiate Tim's boots. He laughed when she started tugging and nearly pulled him off the bed. "Hey," she said, "guys I knew in Cali didn't tend to have these."
He gave her a skeptical look.
"Okay, maybe in some shitkicker hickistan like Bakersfield. But in LA? I don't think so."
He gave a laugh. "Belt Buckles?"
"Only if you're dressing as the Cowboy from the Village People. And please don't start wearing one of those tacky-ass things, okay?"
"Don't worry. They only cause problems when you're drunk and gotta take a leak."
Mia motioned for him to stand back up and went to work peeling the jeans off of him. She sank down as she tugged, kissing one of his thighs, liking the way it twitched, liking that flare of heat in his eyes. She thought about skinning his jockeys off, but decided to leave them on.
Stepping back, drinking in the view, Mia put her hands to the hem of her shirt and was rewarded by a renewed light in his eyes, making her knees turn to jello. She half wondered if he practiced that look in the mirror or if it just came naturally. She lifted her hem, and noticed his tongue dart out, wetting his lips. Inwardly she laughed as she pulled the shirt off and tossed it over her head.
His breath came out in something bordering on a moan.
"Like what you see?" she teased.
Eyes wide, he swallowed hard and nodded.
She unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them.
Mia stood before Tim, giving him an arch look as she posed a bit. It was a very ordinary bra and pair of "Haines Her Way" she had on, but judging by the hitch in his breathing and the way his dick jumped in his jockeys, he couldn't have wanted her more if she wore Victoria's Secret.
She stepped forward, putting her arms around him, pressing flesh to flesh. He shivered slightly and gave a groaning breath before bending and kissing her hungrily, needily, as his hands snaked up her back and deftly undid the clasp on her bra, before he raised his hands to her shoulders and slid the straps down.
Mia straightened her arms and let her bra fall. Her nipple chafed slightly against his smooth, firm chest, making her feel all shivery inside. Roughly, he pulled her to him and tipped back on to the bed. Before she could react, he rolled them, and seemed to instantly have a mouth on her nipple, tongue teasing, making her gasp.
"Jesus, Tim!" She writhed as the fluttery feeling traveled down her body, pooling in her groin.
He kissed the other one a few times for good measure, before pushing up, "Do --"
She put a hand back on his head, fingers tangling in hair styled with too much whatever it was he used, and pushed his head back down. "I didn't say you could stop."
Tim gave a raspy growl-laugh and went back to kissing her breasts, teasing them a bit more before he inched down, trailing kisses all the way down to the top of her panties, making her stomach flutter involuntarily in response. He began sliding them down, kissing and licking at each bit of revealed skin.
She stayed him a moment. "I'm warning you, I don't have some little landing strip thing going on."
"'S okay."
"You don't have to --"
"Mia, I want to." Tim pulled her panties the rest of the way off, and pulled Mia to the edge of the bed, arranging her legs apart, knees bent. It reminded her bit of being at the "girly doctor's" and she blushed slightly at feeling so exposed. Nobody had ever done this before and she didn't quite know what to expect.
But that feeling of awkwardness vanished when he knelt between her legs and drank in a deep breath. "I don't see how anybody couldn't want this," He said in a smoky whisper. "All the guys who go on about how they'd never … it's only 'cause they haven't. They don't know. They've never smelled," he took another deep breath "red-blooded American woman, or tasted it," his tongue darted forward in a delicate lick and Mia couldn't restrain the tremor in her thighs. "They just have no idea." His breath ghosted across her and Mia could feel the answering flood of wetness as she twitched and shivered.
His tongue darted out a few more times, lapping, testing, mapping her, before he bent his head and went to work in earnest and Mia's brain turned to one live-wire rush of pleasure and only dimly was she aware of sounds and words spilling in an endless stream from her mouth as he brought her closer and closer until she couldn't contain it any longer and her legs clenched and her back arched as she cried out her pleasure.
It wasn't until Mia floated back down, with her thighs still draped, pinning Tim's head in place that she realized that … "Oh God," she giggled. "Did I … smother you?"
He grinned up, face slick, and said, "Yeah, but it's so totally worth it."
She scooted back up the bed, beckoning for him, pushing him to lay down as she tugged his jockeys off and he sprang free, big, hard, and hot, seeping at the tip.
She glanced at her nightstand. Ummm … shit.
"In my wallet," he said.
She retrieved a condom, unwrapped it, and slowly stroked it on to him, loving the way that he moaned and arched his back a bit. Mia bent to go down on him but he stopped her saying, "If you do that -- I can't last too much longer."
"Oh." She knelt back. "So, how do you?" She gestured.
"Do you think you could climb on … I kind of want to see. And," he chuckled a bit, "I don't need a fresh set of nail marks, y'know?"
She laughed, crawled over, straddled him, and slowly sank down. Oh God, he was huge, filling her already sensitized body to the brim, it seemed. She pulled up and slowly slid back down … eye rollingly good oh God
Tim gave a sound on the verge of a whimper and bucked up to meet her.
The dam burst. It quickly became his hands on her hipbones, his pelvis snapping up to meet her as she threw all caution and decorum to the wind and rode him.
It didn't take long. A split second after she had a full body jitter as her orgasm hit, he gave one last groan, and his hips rose and rose and rose and his back arched, lifting them both off the mattress and, with a growl, he came.
Utterly drained, she collapsed on him, half wishing she would never have to move again, that the moment could stretch out forever. She sighed happily as his trembling! hands softly ghosted over her.
She was half asleep when Tim gently rolled the two of them and crept out of bed to turn the lights off.
~oo(0)oo~
Mia woke to sunlight sifting gently in through the blinds and Tim's smile.
"Round two?" he asked.
She answered him with a kiss.
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Chapter 15
Chapter 17