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First ficlet that I post in my new LJ. Enjoy :P
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Dom/Jen; Siri
NC-17
Note: Written for philomel who enjoys het!Dom the way I do. There's a tiny reference to phil's ficlet, which can be read here. Thanks to anatsuno for the beta ♥
Dom's cell phone rings the moment he pushes his cock into her soft pussy. Jen hitches sighs and shakes her head, as if to shoo the impertinent noise away. "Ignore it," she moans, her right hand digging into the firm muscles of his arse.
But Dom curses and pulls the damned phone out of his jeans which cling to his sweaty thighs. He flips it open and barks a "Yes?" into it.
"Dom? Where the fuck are you?"
Siri. Dom grits his teeth, but then, it's her job to remind him that he actually isn't here just to have fun. Dom shifts, spreading Jen's thighs wider so that he's able to press her firmly against the wall and not crush her with his weight.
"Siri." Dom watches Jen's eyes go round with shock. She starts struggling, like trying to get away from him, but his swollen cock's still buried deep inside her and he can feel the muscles of her cunt contracting around it when she rocks forward. Inside, she's heated, probably still raw from Dom's fingers, which he'd shoved into her hours ago on the parking lot.
Dom lifts an eyebrow and lets a smirk twist his lips, a semi-smile.
"We're in the backyard." Dom pushes impatiently into Jen. She tightens her grip on his arse and utters a tiny curse.
"We?" Silence. Siri's a quick one and so it doesn't surprise Dom when she says, almost immediately: "So, Jen's with you, right?"
"Actually," Dom's fingers slide over the tanned skin of Jen's belly, down between her legs; he pinches her clit and she exhales, pink lips falling open, "I'm fucking her, Siri."
Jen tenses again, but this time her free hand flies up and closes around Dom's throat, squeezing slightly down on his Adam's apple. Dom's smile broadens. It's hard to breathe now. Dom doesn't mind. Her fingernails scratch over his skin, leaving red imprints, and it feels good.
"Dominic?" That's Siri, her voice low, intrigued. "What does she sound like?"
"Wanna listen?"
Siri laughs and says, "Yes."
Jen frowns as Dom lowers the phone, dragging it over her half opened shirt and her bunched up skirt. But only when Dom rests it above her clit does she understand. He pulls out of her and thrusts back in, the soft noise of his cock and her wet cunt making him groan, and her cheeks burn. He quickens his pace, enjoying the friction and Jen's swearing. Her blush deepens even more as his fingers start playing with her clit again.
Dom lifts the phone, and it's hard to speak now, because they're both so bloody close.
"Like that?" he asks between two thrusts.
"Let me talk to her."
Dom obeys and holds the phone against Jen's ear. Her hand around his throat has loosened, so that Dom is able to lean forward and lick over her cheek, tasting make-up and sweat, sweet and salty all at once. She listens intently, and shudders, because Dom hasn't stopped, won't stop, for fuck's sake-
"Ok," she says into the phone.
Suddenly, Jen's hand on his arse moves; her fingers spider-walk, dip between and almost inside, fingernails scraping and teasing and-
"Goddammit!" Dom comes, comes hard and pushes much too rough into her, angry thrusts, and he lets the phone drop to the ground, caring for nothing else than making her come. Jen gasps, and then coos; her own climax is gentle, it feels like soft rippling waves around Dom's cock. They still, eventually, sucking air into their lungs, and listen to their heartbeats slow down.
"Siri said she'd give us five minutes."
"She did?" Dom's lips hover over Jen's mouth. Her lip gloss is sticky and traps Dom into a light kiss.
He doubts they'll make it in time.
Untitled
Dom/Jen; Siri
NC-17
Note: Written for philomel who enjoys het!Dom the way I do. There's a tiny reference to phil's ficlet, which can be read here. Thanks to anatsuno for the beta ♥
Dom's cell phone rings the moment he pushes his cock into her soft pussy. Jen hitches sighs and shakes her head, as if to shoo the impertinent noise away. "Ignore it," she moans, her right hand digging into the firm muscles of his arse.
But Dom curses and pulls the damned phone out of his jeans which cling to his sweaty thighs. He flips it open and barks a "Yes?" into it.
"Dom? Where the fuck are you?"
Siri. Dom grits his teeth, but then, it's her job to remind him that he actually isn't here just to have fun. Dom shifts, spreading Jen's thighs wider so that he's able to press her firmly against the wall and not crush her with his weight.
"Siri." Dom watches Jen's eyes go round with shock. She starts struggling, like trying to get away from him, but his swollen cock's still buried deep inside her and he can feel the muscles of her cunt contracting around it when she rocks forward. Inside, she's heated, probably still raw from Dom's fingers, which he'd shoved into her hours ago on the parking lot.
Dom lifts an eyebrow and lets a smirk twist his lips, a semi-smile.
"We're in the backyard." Dom pushes impatiently into Jen. She tightens her grip on his arse and utters a tiny curse.
"We?" Silence. Siri's a quick one and so it doesn't surprise Dom when she says, almost immediately: "So, Jen's with you, right?"
"Actually," Dom's fingers slide over the tanned skin of Jen's belly, down between her legs; he pinches her clit and she exhales, pink lips falling open, "I'm fucking her, Siri."
Jen tenses again, but this time her free hand flies up and closes around Dom's throat, squeezing slightly down on his Adam's apple. Dom's smile broadens. It's hard to breathe now. Dom doesn't mind. Her fingernails scratch over his skin, leaving red imprints, and it feels good.
"Dominic?" That's Siri, her voice low, intrigued. "What does she sound like?"
"Wanna listen?"
Siri laughs and says, "Yes."
Jen frowns as Dom lowers the phone, dragging it over her half opened shirt and her bunched up skirt. But only when Dom rests it above her clit does she understand. He pulls out of her and thrusts back in, the soft noise of his cock and her wet cunt making him groan, and her cheeks burn. He quickens his pace, enjoying the friction and Jen's swearing. Her blush deepens even more as his fingers start playing with her clit again.
Dom lifts the phone, and it's hard to speak now, because they're both so bloody close.
"Like that?" he asks between two thrusts.
"Let me talk to her."
Dom obeys and holds the phone against Jen's ear. Her hand around his throat has loosened, so that Dom is able to lean forward and lick over her cheek, tasting make-up and sweat, sweet and salty all at once. She listens intently, and shudders, because Dom hasn't stopped, won't stop, for fuck's sake-
"Ok," she says into the phone.
Suddenly, Jen's hand on his arse moves; her fingers spider-walk, dip between and almost inside, fingernails scraping and teasing and-
"Goddammit!" Dom comes, comes hard and pushes much too rough into her, angry thrusts, and he lets the phone drop to the ground, caring for nothing else than making her come. Jen gasps, and then coos; her own climax is gentle, it feels like soft rippling waves around Dom's cock. They still, eventually, sucking air into their lungs, and listen to their heartbeats slow down.
"Siri said she'd give us five minutes."
"She did?" Dom's lips hover over Jen's mouth. Her lip gloss is sticky and traps Dom into a light kiss.
He doubts they'll make it in time.