Smut 69: Strangers
Title: Strangers
Author: mina_kat9
Prompt: #58 Strangers
Pairing: Eames/Deakins, Law & Order: Criminal Intent
Rating: NC17
Summary: A random encounter with a stranger at a bar.
He moved his hands to her blouse and unbuttoned it with care, pushing it off her shoulders. Underneath the pale blue silk he found darker blue satin covering her full breasts. He caressed one breast firmly, rolling the nipple between his fingers, the soft satin rubbing against the hardening bud. Leaning down, he kissed the top of first one and then the other breast before looking up at her and whispering, “I’ve never done this before, you know. Let a woman take me home like this right after meeting her.”
She nodded slowly and put her hand under his chin to guide him into a kiss. The kiss was tentative, delicate, and she moaned again when he pulled away. He touched her face, pushing a lock of hair out of her eyes, and raised an eyebrow. He ran a fingertip along the woman’s slender forearm, smiling shyly when he was rewarded by a shiver that ran up her arm and made her moan. Leaning in slowly, he pressed a gentle kiss near her ear.
“I haven’t either.” She looked away, blushing. “Should we stop? Shouldn’t we get to know each other first?”
He laughed softly and shook his head. “No, beautiful. I don’t think we need to know anything except that every time I touch you, your skin jumps and I can feel your pulse race.” He moved his lips back by her ear. “All we need to know is that every time I touch you, I have to remember to breathe.”
She turned and kissed him much more forcefully, her hands going to his shirt. Moving closer to him, she had his shirt off quickly and her hands on skin before he had to break out of the kiss to catch his breath. He pulled back and looked down at his bare chest with a chuckle.
“I thought I was the eager one.”
She shrugged and leaned down to kiss his chest. He brushed fine, ash blonde hair back from her face so he could watch her. Her lips pressed into him lightly as she went from his breast bone over to just under his nipple. Her eyes were closed and she had a hand on his belly. All her attention was focused on his skin and he could feel her trembling against him. He brushed her hair back further and ran his fingers down her neck, smiling when he felt the telltale shiver.
“You’ll jump like that when I taste you, won’t you? And the first time I enter you.” He kissed the top of her head and leaned back on the couch with a moan. “I knew it the minute I saw you. Even through the smoke and the crush of people.” She glanced up at him as she sucked on his nipple and it was his turn to jump a little. His fingers tightened in her hair. “I did know. Something in your eyes. In the way you watched me.”
She slid off the couch and urged his hips forward, not taking her lips off his skin. He looked down at her through narrowed eyes as she unfastened his belt and then his pants. She never looked back up at him as she worked, not stopping at all until she had his thickening cock in her hands. One hand wrapped around him and stroked him slowly and the other tugged at his hip again. She wanted him lower on the couch and he moved to oblige her.
“You don’t have to do this.” He brushed her hair away again, enjoying the soft strands in his fingers too much to complain that it kept blocking his view. “You don’t have to do any of it, beautiful. I’ll understand if you change your mind.” He groaned as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. ‘God, woman. You really don’t have to-“
He stopped protesting when he felt her tongue pressing into him and he closed his eyes. Who was he to argue if a beautiful woman wanted to use her mouth,--her hot, wet, tight mouth--to please him? He hardened fully as he passed back and forth over her lips. When he felt her faltering, he looked down at her. Every thrust filled her mouth until her cheeks bowed and she grunted softly. The noise vibrated through his groin and brought his hips off the couch, driving his cock even deeper.
Her eyes had closed and she had the same air of concentration she’d had when she kissed his chest. With great reluctance, he used her hair to pull her slowly off him. She lost his cock with a soft popping sound and then a frustrated moan. Her head went to his knee and she sighed.
He slid his hand under her chin and made her look up at him. “Why, beautiful? What made you pick me out of all of the men at that bar?”
She didn’t look up at him. Instead she took his hand and brought it down to her breast, pressing it against her flesh. “I wanted to feel these hands on me. I wanted to see if they would move over me with the same nervous energy you used on that poor beer bottle.”
He chuckled and leaned forward so he could get a better grip on her breast. Pushing the fabric aside, he let his nails catch her nipple. When she moaned with pleasure rather than jumping away, he pinched her nipple hard. Rewarded with a deeper moan, he pulled her up onto the couch beside him and leaned her back against the cushions. He bent his head to her breast, nipping at the soft skin all around her nipple but leaving the crinkled nipple alone.
She thrashed under him, trying to get her hand around his cock as he worked first one breast and then the other. Nipping and licking the pale skin, he stayed away from her nipples. Sitting back with a grin at her obvious frustration, he licked his lips. “You want my hands and here I am using my mouth. I think if you want my hands we’ll need to move to the bedroom.”
She nodded sharply and he stood, taking her hand to help her up. He pulled her close and kissed her with remarkable tenderness given how badly he wanted to rip her clothes off. She stayed in the kiss happily enough, but the whole time she kept trying to get his pants off his hips. Laughing thickly, he pulled her toward the door opposite the apartment entrance. As they neared it, he broke out of the kiss to ask for directions. Her eyes widened for a minute, and then she smiled and pulled away.
She took his hand and led him down a narrow hallway that emptied into a large bedroom. Her bed was simple, covered in pale blue and lavender linens. When they were both fully in the room, she turned to him and licked her lips.
“Can I feel those hands now?” She sounded shy, but she was stripping off her bra and kicking off her shoes. Before he could answer, she had her pants open and was pushing them past her hips.
He strode forward and stopped her, using his grip on her slim hips to guide her to the side of the bed. Leaning down to kiss her softly, he pushed her pants the rest of the way down. Her panties went with her pants and, when she’d stepped clear, he lifted her up onto the bed. Leaving her spread naked, he took a moment to get the rest of his own clothing off.
He went to her slowly, running his hands up her legs and over her torso before settling next to her with his hands covering her breasts. She was so much smaller than him that his hands encompassed them. They kissed languidly as he moved one hand down her torso and belly. Fingers splayed, he could feel every tremble and shiver. He rubbed his cock against her hip, but she shook her head and pushed his hand lower.
When he touched the damp curls, he moaned. He’d know she was excited, known she wanted him, but when he finally felt the slick evidence he was ready to push her flat on the bed and mount her. Even as he slid a finger deep inside her and felt her rise up to take more of him, he bucked hard against her hip, never letting her forget what was coming next.
She rocked against his hand, moaning and whimpering as her climax approached. He asked her if his hands were enough, if they were giving her what she needed, laughing when she couldn’t answer. Her eyes were closed tightly, her mouth hung open to let her pant, and she clutched at his wrist. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before whispering in her ear.
“The sooner you let go and come for me, beautiful, the sooner I can fill you. When I feel you come all over my finger, then I’ll know you are ready for me.” He kissed her cheek. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
She nodded and pulled him into a fierce kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth as her hips slammed into his hand. He gasped at the force of it, not expecting her to take control like that. She kept her hand on his wrist even as she dug the fingers of her other hand into his short hair. Her fingers tightened in his hair to the point of causing him pain and he pulled out of the kiss to ask her to stop, realizing at the last second that she was coming. He watched her face the whole time she convulsed around his finger, moaning at the emotions he saw there. Passion, release, surprise and even a touch of fear passed over her features.
He kept watching until well after her face had gone slack, waiting until he felt her climax fade to slight flutters around his finger. He pulled his hand free of her and licked his finger clean with a smile. Another time he’d crawl between her legs and savor her flavor, if she ever let him near her again, this time he needed his release too badly. Keeling between her thighs, he rubbed his cock against her clit, laughing when he felt the now familiar tremble.
He had to touch her face to get her to look up at him. Very softly, almost apologetically, he asked her where the condoms were. Her eyes went wide for a moment and she clapped a hand over her mouth. He cocked his head and when she slowly shook hers, he groaned loudly. She started to babble apologies but he silenced her with a gentle kiss. When he pulled back he caressed first one breast and then the other, pulling and tugging at them.
With a slow smile, he leaned back into the kiss. He kissed her deeply, invading her mouth with his tongue and forcing her back into the bed. When he pulled back again, he moved to whisper a short question in her ear. Her eyes went wide again, but she nodded. Given permission, he moved forward, crawling over her body until his cock was level with her breasts.
He rubbed his cock all over them, his eyes fluttering shut at the soft skin against his twitching cock. When she reached up and pressed her breasts against him, closing them tightly around his shaft, he started moving immediately. She lifted her head and caught his cock as he fucked, flicking her tongue over him and sucking on the head when she could. He closed his hands over hers and pressed tighter, increasing the friction. Looking down at her, he marveled at the look of excitement in her eyes. She enjoyed this.
Between her mouth on him on the couch, watching her come and the amazing expression on her face, it wasn’t long before the telltale tightening of his balls signaled the end. He was tempted to push forward and empty into her mouth, but before he could ask he was coming. He pulled back and spilled over her chest, his own chest heaving and his hands clenching on his thighs.
She fell back against the bed, slowly sliding her hands up onto his, rubbing them until his hands relaxed. When he met her eyes, she started to laugh wildly.
“Jesus, Jimmy, way to take a game seriously!”
James Deakins climbed down and lay down beside Alex Eames, chuckling. “It’s not my fault you pick strange men up in bars and then don’t have condoms around.”
She looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, and then shook her head. “I’ll be sure to remember that for next time.”
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. “Thank you, baby. It was a treat to see what it would be like with nothing to worry about but just us.”
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Author: mina_kat9
Prompt: #58 Strangers
Pairing: Eames/Deakins, Law & Order: Criminal Intent
Rating: NC17
Summary: A random encounter with a stranger at a bar.
He moved his hands to her blouse and unbuttoned it with care, pushing it off her shoulders. Underneath the pale blue silk he found darker blue satin covering her full breasts. He caressed one breast firmly, rolling the nipple between his fingers, the soft satin rubbing against the hardening bud. Leaning down, he kissed the top of first one and then the other breast before looking up at her and whispering, “I’ve never done this before, you know. Let a woman take me home like this right after meeting her.”
She nodded slowly and put her hand under his chin to guide him into a kiss. The kiss was tentative, delicate, and she moaned again when he pulled away. He touched her face, pushing a lock of hair out of her eyes, and raised an eyebrow. He ran a fingertip along the woman’s slender forearm, smiling shyly when he was rewarded by a shiver that ran up her arm and made her moan. Leaning in slowly, he pressed a gentle kiss near her ear.
“I haven’t either.” She looked away, blushing. “Should we stop? Shouldn’t we get to know each other first?”
He laughed softly and shook his head. “No, beautiful. I don’t think we need to know anything except that every time I touch you, your skin jumps and I can feel your pulse race.” He moved his lips back by her ear. “All we need to know is that every time I touch you, I have to remember to breathe.”
She turned and kissed him much more forcefully, her hands going to his shirt. Moving closer to him, she had his shirt off quickly and her hands on skin before he had to break out of the kiss to catch his breath. He pulled back and looked down at his bare chest with a chuckle.
“I thought I was the eager one.”
She shrugged and leaned down to kiss his chest. He brushed fine, ash blonde hair back from her face so he could watch her. Her lips pressed into him lightly as she went from his breast bone over to just under his nipple. Her eyes were closed and she had a hand on his belly. All her attention was focused on his skin and he could feel her trembling against him. He brushed her hair back further and ran his fingers down her neck, smiling when he felt the telltale shiver.
“You’ll jump like that when I taste you, won’t you? And the first time I enter you.” He kissed the top of her head and leaned back on the couch with a moan. “I knew it the minute I saw you. Even through the smoke and the crush of people.” She glanced up at him as she sucked on his nipple and it was his turn to jump a little. His fingers tightened in her hair. “I did know. Something in your eyes. In the way you watched me.”
She slid off the couch and urged his hips forward, not taking her lips off his skin. He looked down at her through narrowed eyes as she unfastened his belt and then his pants. She never looked back up at him as she worked, not stopping at all until she had his thickening cock in her hands. One hand wrapped around him and stroked him slowly and the other tugged at his hip again. She wanted him lower on the couch and he moved to oblige her.
“You don’t have to do this.” He brushed her hair away again, enjoying the soft strands in his fingers too much to complain that it kept blocking his view. “You don’t have to do any of it, beautiful. I’ll understand if you change your mind.” He groaned as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. ‘God, woman. You really don’t have to-“
He stopped protesting when he felt her tongue pressing into him and he closed his eyes. Who was he to argue if a beautiful woman wanted to use her mouth,--her hot, wet, tight mouth--to please him? He hardened fully as he passed back and forth over her lips. When he felt her faltering, he looked down at her. Every thrust filled her mouth until her cheeks bowed and she grunted softly. The noise vibrated through his groin and brought his hips off the couch, driving his cock even deeper.
Her eyes had closed and she had the same air of concentration she’d had when she kissed his chest. With great reluctance, he used her hair to pull her slowly off him. She lost his cock with a soft popping sound and then a frustrated moan. Her head went to his knee and she sighed.
He slid his hand under her chin and made her look up at him. “Why, beautiful? What made you pick me out of all of the men at that bar?”
She didn’t look up at him. Instead she took his hand and brought it down to her breast, pressing it against her flesh. “I wanted to feel these hands on me. I wanted to see if they would move over me with the same nervous energy you used on that poor beer bottle.”
He chuckled and leaned forward so he could get a better grip on her breast. Pushing the fabric aside, he let his nails catch her nipple. When she moaned with pleasure rather than jumping away, he pinched her nipple hard. Rewarded with a deeper moan, he pulled her up onto the couch beside him and leaned her back against the cushions. He bent his head to her breast, nipping at the soft skin all around her nipple but leaving the crinkled nipple alone.
She thrashed under him, trying to get her hand around his cock as he worked first one breast and then the other. Nipping and licking the pale skin, he stayed away from her nipples. Sitting back with a grin at her obvious frustration, he licked his lips. “You want my hands and here I am using my mouth. I think if you want my hands we’ll need to move to the bedroom.”
She nodded sharply and he stood, taking her hand to help her up. He pulled her close and kissed her with remarkable tenderness given how badly he wanted to rip her clothes off. She stayed in the kiss happily enough, but the whole time she kept trying to get his pants off his hips. Laughing thickly, he pulled her toward the door opposite the apartment entrance. As they neared it, he broke out of the kiss to ask for directions. Her eyes widened for a minute, and then she smiled and pulled away.
She took his hand and led him down a narrow hallway that emptied into a large bedroom. Her bed was simple, covered in pale blue and lavender linens. When they were both fully in the room, she turned to him and licked her lips.
“Can I feel those hands now?” She sounded shy, but she was stripping off her bra and kicking off her shoes. Before he could answer, she had her pants open and was pushing them past her hips.
He strode forward and stopped her, using his grip on her slim hips to guide her to the side of the bed. Leaning down to kiss her softly, he pushed her pants the rest of the way down. Her panties went with her pants and, when she’d stepped clear, he lifted her up onto the bed. Leaving her spread naked, he took a moment to get the rest of his own clothing off.
He went to her slowly, running his hands up her legs and over her torso before settling next to her with his hands covering her breasts. She was so much smaller than him that his hands encompassed them. They kissed languidly as he moved one hand down her torso and belly. Fingers splayed, he could feel every tremble and shiver. He rubbed his cock against her hip, but she shook her head and pushed his hand lower.
When he touched the damp curls, he moaned. He’d know she was excited, known she wanted him, but when he finally felt the slick evidence he was ready to push her flat on the bed and mount her. Even as he slid a finger deep inside her and felt her rise up to take more of him, he bucked hard against her hip, never letting her forget what was coming next.
She rocked against his hand, moaning and whimpering as her climax approached. He asked her if his hands were enough, if they were giving her what she needed, laughing when she couldn’t answer. Her eyes were closed tightly, her mouth hung open to let her pant, and she clutched at his wrist. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before whispering in her ear.
“The sooner you let go and come for me, beautiful, the sooner I can fill you. When I feel you come all over my finger, then I’ll know you are ready for me.” He kissed her cheek. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
She nodded and pulled him into a fierce kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth as her hips slammed into his hand. He gasped at the force of it, not expecting her to take control like that. She kept her hand on his wrist even as she dug the fingers of her other hand into his short hair. Her fingers tightened in his hair to the point of causing him pain and he pulled out of the kiss to ask her to stop, realizing at the last second that she was coming. He watched her face the whole time she convulsed around his finger, moaning at the emotions he saw there. Passion, release, surprise and even a touch of fear passed over her features.
He kept watching until well after her face had gone slack, waiting until he felt her climax fade to slight flutters around his finger. He pulled his hand free of her and licked his finger clean with a smile. Another time he’d crawl between her legs and savor her flavor, if she ever let him near her again, this time he needed his release too badly. Keeling between her thighs, he rubbed his cock against her clit, laughing when he felt the now familiar tremble.
He had to touch her face to get her to look up at him. Very softly, almost apologetically, he asked her where the condoms were. Her eyes went wide for a moment and she clapped a hand over her mouth. He cocked his head and when she slowly shook hers, he groaned loudly. She started to babble apologies but he silenced her with a gentle kiss. When he pulled back he caressed first one breast and then the other, pulling and tugging at them.
With a slow smile, he leaned back into the kiss. He kissed her deeply, invading her mouth with his tongue and forcing her back into the bed. When he pulled back again, he moved to whisper a short question in her ear. Her eyes went wide again, but she nodded. Given permission, he moved forward, crawling over her body until his cock was level with her breasts.
He rubbed his cock all over them, his eyes fluttering shut at the soft skin against his twitching cock. When she reached up and pressed her breasts against him, closing them tightly around his shaft, he started moving immediately. She lifted her head and caught his cock as he fucked, flicking her tongue over him and sucking on the head when she could. He closed his hands over hers and pressed tighter, increasing the friction. Looking down at her, he marveled at the look of excitement in her eyes. She enjoyed this.
Between her mouth on him on the couch, watching her come and the amazing expression on her face, it wasn’t long before the telltale tightening of his balls signaled the end. He was tempted to push forward and empty into her mouth, but before he could ask he was coming. He pulled back and spilled over her chest, his own chest heaving and his hands clenching on his thighs.
She fell back against the bed, slowly sliding her hands up onto his, rubbing them until his hands relaxed. When he met her eyes, she started to laugh wildly.
“Jesus, Jimmy, way to take a game seriously!”
James Deakins climbed down and lay down beside Alex Eames, chuckling. “It’s not my fault you pick strange men up in bars and then don’t have condoms around.”
She looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, and then shook her head. “I’ll be sure to remember that for next time.”
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. “Thank you, baby. It was a treat to see what it would be like with nothing to worry about but just us.”
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