Fic: Slash: Het: Munder Drabble
TITLE: Munder Drabble
Author: kitty_trio
Fandom: Karl Urban/Ghost Ship ‘verse
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Munder/OFC/OMC
Warnings: Slash, Het, PWP
Feedback: Yes
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! All lies from a troubled mind. No money made from this fantasy.
Summary: A deep dark secret has to be the reason that sexy man is hiding under the snark and dirt.
A/N: I’m avoiding what is percolating in my head. So, here’s something lighter ‘cause jhobbit asked so nicely in her latest smoky Top 10.
He watched the couple leant over the pool table. Teaching her how to play, my ass. Carla giggled as Stevo once again nuzzled her neck while aligning her for her next shot. He rubs his growing erection when Carla wriggles her ass to take aim. Choking on a too deep drag of nicotine as he now has an unencumbered view down Carla’s shirt to her navel. Shot going wide Carla catches his eye and winks.
Carla spins and plants a wet kiss on Stevo’s lips. Hips swinging, she approaches his chair. “Come play with us,” she cajoles, pulling off the band tying back his long dark locks. Dimples flash as he smirks. “Don’t want to play pool, might interrupt the floor show.”
“Who said anything about playing pool?” Carla pulls him to his feet and leads him across the room. Green eyes darken with lust as he allows her to lay him on the table’s surface. “And Stevo?” “Wants you too,” she answers. Carla shoves his plaid shirt higher to burrow under his low riding jeans. Stevo knelt above him running callused hands down his neck and chest to tweak taut nipples.
Within minutes the pair has stripped him of clothes and sanity. His engorged cock was nudging the back of Stevo’s throat, and Carla was perched above him as he tasted her honeyed depths. He slides two fingers along his tongue to escalate the shivers of her impending climax. Stevo pulls off to swallow Carla’s moans in a hard kiss. He strokes deeper and uses short licks on her enflamed bud to bring Carla to completion.
Sated, Carla flows along his lean flanks to drag slim fingers through the dark trail leading to his weeping arousal. Stevo crawls forward to delve past his full lips to share in Carla’s sweet honey. All thought centers in his groin when Stevo joins Carla to sip thick pearls of pre-come welling from his slit.
He reached blindly for Stevo’s needy shaft as the pair continues their assault on his cock and tightening sac. He laves Stevo’s cock-head with firm swipes of a skilled tongue. One mouth engulfs his length as the other gently suckles each taut ball in turn. His orgasm roars through his body as Stevo’s seed courses down his throat.
He shoves sweat-dampened locks out of his eyes to gaze at the three of them sprawled across the pool table. “Fuck! That’s one hell of a game,” he cheekily retorts.
Author: kitty_trio
Fandom: Karl Urban/Ghost Ship ‘verse
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Munder/OFC/OMC
Warnings: Slash, Het, PWP
Feedback: Yes
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! All lies from a troubled mind. No money made from this fantasy.
Summary: A deep dark secret has to be the reason that sexy man is hiding under the snark and dirt.
A/N: I’m avoiding what is percolating in my head. So, here’s something lighter ‘cause jhobbit asked so nicely in her latest smoky Top 10.
He watched the couple leant over the pool table. Teaching her how to play, my ass. Carla giggled as Stevo once again nuzzled her neck while aligning her for her next shot. He rubs his growing erection when Carla wriggles her ass to take aim. Choking on a too deep drag of nicotine as he now has an unencumbered view down Carla’s shirt to her navel. Shot going wide Carla catches his eye and winks.
Carla spins and plants a wet kiss on Stevo’s lips. Hips swinging, she approaches his chair. “Come play with us,” she cajoles, pulling off the band tying back his long dark locks. Dimples flash as he smirks. “Don’t want to play pool, might interrupt the floor show.”
“Who said anything about playing pool?” Carla pulls him to his feet and leads him across the room. Green eyes darken with lust as he allows her to lay him on the table’s surface. “And Stevo?” “Wants you too,” she answers. Carla shoves his plaid shirt higher to burrow under his low riding jeans. Stevo knelt above him running callused hands down his neck and chest to tweak taut nipples.
Within minutes the pair has stripped him of clothes and sanity. His engorged cock was nudging the back of Stevo’s throat, and Carla was perched above him as he tasted her honeyed depths. He slides two fingers along his tongue to escalate the shivers of her impending climax. Stevo pulls off to swallow Carla’s moans in a hard kiss. He strokes deeper and uses short licks on her enflamed bud to bring Carla to completion.
Sated, Carla flows along his lean flanks to drag slim fingers through the dark trail leading to his weeping arousal. Stevo crawls forward to delve past his full lips to share in Carla’s sweet honey. All thought centers in his groin when Stevo joins Carla to sip thick pearls of pre-come welling from his slit.
He reached blindly for Stevo’s needy shaft as the pair continues their assault on his cock and tightening sac. He laves Stevo’s cock-head with firm swipes of a skilled tongue. One mouth engulfs his length as the other gently suckles each taut ball in turn. His orgasm roars through his body as Stevo’s seed courses down his throat.
He shoves sweat-dampened locks out of his eyes to gaze at the three of them sprawled across the pool table. “Fuck! That’s one hell of a game,” he cheekily retorts.