Ficathon 2007 Entry: as pretty and lovely as you
Title: as pretty and lovely as you
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count: 1080 words
Notes: PWP het written for darthfi for the Life on Mars Ficathon 2007. There are suggestions of dubious consent in this.
She drags the whip down to rest against his abdomen. Lightly, ever so lightly, lets it trail over his bare skin. He makes a soft whimpering sound so she glares at him and his mouth closes, lips pressed tight. She doesn’t have to ask if she should gag him. He knows his place by now.
The lights are down low. She’s put incense burning. She used to do that last decade, when free love was more in vogue, and sandalwood seemed exotic. The light glints off his figure and emphasises his youth. The sandalwood mingles with perspiration to make the air thick and intoxicating.
She pulls the pins out of her hair and lets it fall in waves and tendrils, light brown and flowing. He’s never seen her with her hair down. She’s always kept it up before. Keeping this strictly severe. But he’s been a good boy. He deserves a measure of tenderness. His eyes widen and his chest hitches higher. It pleases him, even though he might say some caustic words if given half the chance. Mouthy thing; although that can be a benefit on occasion.
Bending over brings contact between their bodies, keratin and epidermis. She brushes her locks over him with the whip and he squirms a little. She blows on his torso and rests her lips just by his nipple, letting her tongue come between her teeth and drag against him, starting to swirl in concentric circles until she reaches the hard nub.
He pulls at his wrists, metal keeping him constricted, laid out for her and her alone, no one else vying for his attention, for the roll of his eyes or the smirk of his pretty mouth.
“I have another two pairs from stores,” she says, lifting her mouth almost absent-mindedly, speaking for the first time since she entered the room.
He stops moving again, peering at her with brown-hazel eyes that can look so innocent, so worldly, so transfixed. She smoothes her hand over his knee and up his thigh in response. His muscles cord and tense.
“There, there, pet. Anyone’d think you’d not been touched before and we both know that’s not true.”
He relaxes, minutely, his breathing becoming more shallow as she takes the whip away. She won’t use it, for now. She already has him on the brink of the precipice, wide eyes and open mouth, silent pleading.
She kisses him, softly. Then kisses him roughly. She holds his head in her hands, threading fingers through cropped hair. She bites on his lower lip and when she pulls away it’s red and plump.
She’s noted for being meticulous, so she returns to her former action, sucking on his left nipple, then his right, travelling over his body with her tongue. She takes her time. Never one to rush things. He’s making low keening sounds now, but she likes them, so she lets him, just continues to explore and ravage. Despite being an organised sort, she darts all over the place. Starts at the top, surges to the bottom, goes back to the middle. She spends considerable time on the junction between his neck and shoulder, nipping at pale flesh.
When she comes to his cock she’s gratified to see it’s already half-hard without having been touched. She pulls on his cock with rough strokes, bringing him to full hardness and breathes hot air over him, before using a well-rehearsed suction technique. Her lips wrap around him; he’s thick and long. He’s an impressive size, bigger than she’d think to look at his slight figure. She hollows out her cheeks and revels in his reaction. She teases him almost to the point of no return, before squeezing her hand at the base of his cock and preventing him from ruining the party so early in the night.
She’s wet, slick with the excitement of it. Not too old to have her heart racing and pulse thumping. She holds onto his cock and swings her leg over until she’s straddling him, meeting his gaze with fierce determination. She sinks down onto him, feeling suddenly full and light-headed, consumed and in power. It can be so boring sometimes, but not now, oh no, as he pulses within her. It takes some time to adjust to the sensation, so she waits. She waits for a while.
He starts to buck, wildly, straining at his handcuffs again and that’s when she decides she’s been playing cat to his mouse too long. She drags herself up and then down again, riding him. Up and down, madly, frantically. She throws her head back and makes a greedy noise in the back of her throat, husky and raw. He stares up at her, his eyes slightly glazed and she realises it’s not enough. She needs his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, so she untangles the chain from around her neck and uses the key on his cuffs, setting him free.
He lifts her, straight away, tossing her onto her back, and driving in with more force. The walls of her cunt press against his cock as he surges and withdraws and ragged moans escape her. He nuzzles against her neck and grunts throatily as he speeds up his movements, pushing into her harder, at an altered angle, until he’s touching that spot, right there where she has to close her eyes and her breath comes out in short bursts that rattle through her teeth.
He’s close, she can feel it; so close to coming. She shifts and pulls her legs up higher, giving him even more access, and he matches her, going deeper - so young, so full of energy, still pumping into her. He rubs his thumb over her clit, pressing it between their bodies and she’s so sensitive, so on edge, that she comes within four seconds, contracting around him and bringing about his own orgasm that he signals with a yell.
They roll apart, limbs like jelly and breathing irregular. She settles into the sheets and draws her shoulders back, whilst he drags himself up onto his elbow and stares at her in a mixture of wonderment and fear.
She exhales deeply, dying for a fag. “So that’s what you wanted?”
Sam nods with a warm and sated smile. “Mmmm.”
“And who you wanted?”
Sam looks her straight in the eye. “Definitely.”
“Mind if I put David Cassidy on as we go for a second round?”
“Please, Sergeant Dobbs, be my guest.”
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count: 1080 words
Notes: PWP het written for darthfi for the Life on Mars Ficathon 2007. There are suggestions of dubious consent in this.
She drags the whip down to rest against his abdomen. Lightly, ever so lightly, lets it trail over his bare skin. He makes a soft whimpering sound so she glares at him and his mouth closes, lips pressed tight. She doesn’t have to ask if she should gag him. He knows his place by now.
The lights are down low. She’s put incense burning. She used to do that last decade, when free love was more in vogue, and sandalwood seemed exotic. The light glints off his figure and emphasises his youth. The sandalwood mingles with perspiration to make the air thick and intoxicating.
She pulls the pins out of her hair and lets it fall in waves and tendrils, light brown and flowing. He’s never seen her with her hair down. She’s always kept it up before. Keeping this strictly severe. But he’s been a good boy. He deserves a measure of tenderness. His eyes widen and his chest hitches higher. It pleases him, even though he might say some caustic words if given half the chance. Mouthy thing; although that can be a benefit on occasion.
Bending over brings contact between their bodies, keratin and epidermis. She brushes her locks over him with the whip and he squirms a little. She blows on his torso and rests her lips just by his nipple, letting her tongue come between her teeth and drag against him, starting to swirl in concentric circles until she reaches the hard nub.
He pulls at his wrists, metal keeping him constricted, laid out for her and her alone, no one else vying for his attention, for the roll of his eyes or the smirk of his pretty mouth.
“I have another two pairs from stores,” she says, lifting her mouth almost absent-mindedly, speaking for the first time since she entered the room.
He stops moving again, peering at her with brown-hazel eyes that can look so innocent, so worldly, so transfixed. She smoothes her hand over his knee and up his thigh in response. His muscles cord and tense.
“There, there, pet. Anyone’d think you’d not been touched before and we both know that’s not true.”
He relaxes, minutely, his breathing becoming more shallow as she takes the whip away. She won’t use it, for now. She already has him on the brink of the precipice, wide eyes and open mouth, silent pleading.
She kisses him, softly. Then kisses him roughly. She holds his head in her hands, threading fingers through cropped hair. She bites on his lower lip and when she pulls away it’s red and plump.
She’s noted for being meticulous, so she returns to her former action, sucking on his left nipple, then his right, travelling over his body with her tongue. She takes her time. Never one to rush things. He’s making low keening sounds now, but she likes them, so she lets him, just continues to explore and ravage. Despite being an organised sort, she darts all over the place. Starts at the top, surges to the bottom, goes back to the middle. She spends considerable time on the junction between his neck and shoulder, nipping at pale flesh.
When she comes to his cock she’s gratified to see it’s already half-hard without having been touched. She pulls on his cock with rough strokes, bringing him to full hardness and breathes hot air over him, before using a well-rehearsed suction technique. Her lips wrap around him; he’s thick and long. He’s an impressive size, bigger than she’d think to look at his slight figure. She hollows out her cheeks and revels in his reaction. She teases him almost to the point of no return, before squeezing her hand at the base of his cock and preventing him from ruining the party so early in the night.
She’s wet, slick with the excitement of it. Not too old to have her heart racing and pulse thumping. She holds onto his cock and swings her leg over until she’s straddling him, meeting his gaze with fierce determination. She sinks down onto him, feeling suddenly full and light-headed, consumed and in power. It can be so boring sometimes, but not now, oh no, as he pulses within her. It takes some time to adjust to the sensation, so she waits. She waits for a while.
He starts to buck, wildly, straining at his handcuffs again and that’s when she decides she’s been playing cat to his mouse too long. She drags herself up and then down again, riding him. Up and down, madly, frantically. She throws her head back and makes a greedy noise in the back of her throat, husky and raw. He stares up at her, his eyes slightly glazed and she realises it’s not enough. She needs his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, so she untangles the chain from around her neck and uses the key on his cuffs, setting him free.
He lifts her, straight away, tossing her onto her back, and driving in with more force. The walls of her cunt press against his cock as he surges and withdraws and ragged moans escape her. He nuzzles against her neck and grunts throatily as he speeds up his movements, pushing into her harder, at an altered angle, until he’s touching that spot, right there where she has to close her eyes and her breath comes out in short bursts that rattle through her teeth.
He’s close, she can feel it; so close to coming. She shifts and pulls her legs up higher, giving him even more access, and he matches her, going deeper - so young, so full of energy, still pumping into her. He rubs his thumb over her clit, pressing it between their bodies and she’s so sensitive, so on edge, that she comes within four seconds, contracting around him and bringing about his own orgasm that he signals with a yell.
They roll apart, limbs like jelly and breathing irregular. She settles into the sheets and draws her shoulders back, whilst he drags himself up onto his elbow and stares at her in a mixture of wonderment and fear.
She exhales deeply, dying for a fag. “So that’s what you wanted?”
Sam nods with a warm and sated smile. “Mmmm.”
“And who you wanted?”
Sam looks her straight in the eye. “Definitely.”
“Mind if I put David Cassidy on as we go for a second round?”
“Please, Sergeant Dobbs, be my guest.”