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Blue Mirror (Corsair and Xana)
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Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
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- Sep 28, 2013
Fayette Cerylia was going to die. Again.
It wasn’t the first time Claudia Ross had felt her death; she’d experienced the scene of her rape and murder several times over the past week. Mostly in an attempt to find some clues with which to solve her murder, some evidence with which to find the monster who committed the crime. Claudia was psychometric, able to relive events of great emotional impact imprinted upon items or places. For the past five years, she used her gifts as a homicide detective, experiencing the crime scene from the victim’s point of view, to solve the crimes.
Tonight, however, she had another intention entirely. Intentions that shamed and embarrassed her, but neither shame nor guilt could deter her now. Nude, and alone in her bed, Claudia spread herself and slid her vibrator over her stomach and between her legs. The silicone head rubbed her bare lips, and it took a bit of shifting and maneuvering to press it against her clit. It buzzed to life, drawing an anticipatory shudder from Claudia, and she sunk into the psychic impressions of strip of cloth she’d taken from the crime scene.
Fayette had been raped already, his accomplices serving as a warm up for the main event. They’d soften her up, but they wouldn’t break her. That was solely for him.
She clenched, anything to resist his punishing strokes, but this seemed to inspire him, grinning bigger as he drove past her defiance. Pained cries broke from her lips, timed to his thrusts. Each slammed into her far wall, demanding space within her. Demanding her anguish, on top of the brutal violation of her body.
Beyond that, the agony of the victim’s last breaths, was the killer’s emotions. He’d chosen his victim carefully, not just a whore, but a low-level psychic in her own right. An empath, capable of sensing the emotions of others, sensations she shared with Claudia in her final moments. The more she suffered, the more pleasure the killer took in the act, creating a terrible feedback loop that could only end in her demise.
Despite herself, the sadistic euphoria the killer took in the torment infected Claudia as well. She too was drunk on the power of the moment, of holding the woman’s life in his hands and the decision to end it. Her ecstasy built with his, building up as the victim broke down. The words begging for mercy, begging for her life couldn’t break through the fog of lust, just played background to the killer’s climax, his cock hilted to the base within her, throbbing against her unwilling walls.
And then the knife came out.
“Come find me,” he taunted, but the words weren’t for the hooker beneath him. They were for her, the psychic voyeur to his crime. Steel flashed in the low light of the room and–
Her phone buzzed louder than the vibrator. Not now, I’m so close. But even as she reached for her climax, the sensations faded. The lust, the terror, the power, the pain. All of it faded into a dull ache that cramped her thighs and pulsed within her stomach. With a defeated sigh, she picked up the phone to see Joe’s name flashing insistently. Of course. Who else would be calling her at this time of night?
“What do we got?”
In broad strokes he described the scene, hitting all the important details. The dead prostitute, another empath. Not just dumped either, but posed, like a goddamn porn star performing the biggest, fakest orgasm for the camera. Covered in blood and cum, she was a grisly sight for the unlucky bastard who came upon her. And another fucked up piece of the puzzle the killer was leaving for her.
“Alright, I’ll be there in 15.”
Tossing the vibrator in the side table, she slammed the drawer shut with enough force to rattle it. She wasn't which bothered her more: how much he aroused her, or how he got in the way of her satisfying that arousal. Either way, all she was left with were his taunting last words.
Come find me.
It wasn’t the first time Claudia Ross had felt her death; she’d experienced the scene of her rape and murder several times over the past week. Mostly in an attempt to find some clues with which to solve her murder, some evidence with which to find the monster who committed the crime. Claudia was psychometric, able to relive events of great emotional impact imprinted upon items or places. For the past five years, she used her gifts as a homicide detective, experiencing the crime scene from the victim’s point of view, to solve the crimes.
Tonight, however, she had another intention entirely. Intentions that shamed and embarrassed her, but neither shame nor guilt could deter her now. Nude, and alone in her bed, Claudia spread herself and slid her vibrator over her stomach and between her legs. The silicone head rubbed her bare lips, and it took a bit of shifting and maneuvering to press it against her clit. It buzzed to life, drawing an anticipatory shudder from Claudia, and she sunk into the psychic impressions of strip of cloth she’d taken from the crime scene.
Fayette had been raped already, his accomplices serving as a warm up for the main event. They’d soften her up, but they wouldn’t break her. That was solely for him.
She clenched, anything to resist his punishing strokes, but this seemed to inspire him, grinning bigger as he drove past her defiance. Pained cries broke from her lips, timed to his thrusts. Each slammed into her far wall, demanding space within her. Demanding her anguish, on top of the brutal violation of her body.
Beyond that, the agony of the victim’s last breaths, was the killer’s emotions. He’d chosen his victim carefully, not just a whore, but a low-level psychic in her own right. An empath, capable of sensing the emotions of others, sensations she shared with Claudia in her final moments. The more she suffered, the more pleasure the killer took in the act, creating a terrible feedback loop that could only end in her demise.
Despite herself, the sadistic euphoria the killer took in the torment infected Claudia as well. She too was drunk on the power of the moment, of holding the woman’s life in his hands and the decision to end it. Her ecstasy built with his, building up as the victim broke down. The words begging for mercy, begging for her life couldn’t break through the fog of lust, just played background to the killer’s climax, his cock hilted to the base within her, throbbing against her unwilling walls.
And then the knife came out.
“Come find me,” he taunted, but the words weren’t for the hooker beneath him. They were for her, the psychic voyeur to his crime. Steel flashed in the low light of the room and–
Her phone buzzed louder than the vibrator. Not now, I’m so close. But even as she reached for her climax, the sensations faded. The lust, the terror, the power, the pain. All of it faded into a dull ache that cramped her thighs and pulsed within her stomach. With a defeated sigh, she picked up the phone to see Joe’s name flashing insistently. Of course. Who else would be calling her at this time of night?
“What do we got?”
In broad strokes he described the scene, hitting all the important details. The dead prostitute, another empath. Not just dumped either, but posed, like a goddamn porn star performing the biggest, fakest orgasm for the camera. Covered in blood and cum, she was a grisly sight for the unlucky bastard who came upon her. And another fucked up piece of the puzzle the killer was leaving for her.
“Alright, I’ll be there in 15.”
Tossing the vibrator in the side table, she slammed the drawer shut with enough force to rattle it. She wasn't which bothered her more: how much he aroused her, or how he got in the way of her satisfying that arousal. Either way, all she was left with were his taunting last words.
Come find me.
TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
“Well,” Detective Nader said, sipping his coffee. “You don’t see that every day.”
It was too damn late at night - or was it too damn early in the morning? He wasn’t sure what one AM specifically qualified as, but this sort of late night-early morning bullshit was why he’d scrabbled to get into the day shift.
“I thought you’d seen this sort of thing a lot, Joe,” replied Detective Krazinsky.
“Define ‘a lot’, Bill,” Joe replied, shifting to get a better look.
The victim certainly seemed to fit the MO of the rapist and murderer - he’d tried to avoid the words serial killer in an effort to keep the news from getting even more of a hard-on for the crimes than they already had. The dead woman was a brunette, and her throat had been cut. Forensics was doing their magic so he didn’t get too close yet, but he’d bet big money she’d been raped repeatedly. And she was posed like a porn star, back arched and legs spread.
“Body was brought here, right?” Joe asked rhetorically.
Bill gestured around. “No blood to speak of, so probably.” He shrugged. “Your boy’s a sick fuck, Joe.”
“Yeah.” He drained half his coffee, and dug out his phone. “No shit.”
“Calling the little woman?” Bill laughed.
Joe pauses, phone halfway to his ear. “I’m calling Detective Ross,” he said, glaring at the dumpy man next to him. “My partner.”
“Right, right,” Bull replied, then yawned. “Sorry.”
Sensitivity training and equal rights and all that notwithstanding, women had a rough go on the force - they usually had to be twice as good and three times as tough to put up with the daily crap they got. Especially if they were attractive. And Detective Claudia Ross was smoking hot. Tempting-to-break-regs-and-fuck-your-partner hot. But she was also hard and tough and smart, and the best damn partner he’d ever worked with.
She picked up, oddly awake for one in the goddamn morning. “We got us another one,” he said. “Same MO. Raped and murdered - no, forensics isn’t finished and the autopsy won’t be for a while yet, but it’s obvious. And posed, Claudia. Yeah, like the other two.” He listened for a moment. “Cool, yeah. Bring your mojo, cause it looks like a cold scene.” Nodding, he tucked his phone away.
The killer was smart. He hadn’t left fingerprints that had been found yet, and the copious amounts of DNA evidence wouldn’t help until they had a suspect. But Claudia had a gift for spotting clues. She’d told him once, during a stakeout, that she could touch things and see where they’d been. It sounded like bullshit at the time, but now? Well, after working with her for five years, it was convincing bullshit.
He drained the last of his coffee. It was going to be a long goddamn night.
It was too damn late at night - or was it too damn early in the morning? He wasn’t sure what one AM specifically qualified as, but this sort of late night-early morning bullshit was why he’d scrabbled to get into the day shift.
“I thought you’d seen this sort of thing a lot, Joe,” replied Detective Krazinsky.
“Define ‘a lot’, Bill,” Joe replied, shifting to get a better look.
The victim certainly seemed to fit the MO of the rapist and murderer - he’d tried to avoid the words serial killer in an effort to keep the news from getting even more of a hard-on for the crimes than they already had. The dead woman was a brunette, and her throat had been cut. Forensics was doing their magic so he didn’t get too close yet, but he’d bet big money she’d been raped repeatedly. And she was posed like a porn star, back arched and legs spread.
“Body was brought here, right?” Joe asked rhetorically.
Bill gestured around. “No blood to speak of, so probably.” He shrugged. “Your boy’s a sick fuck, Joe.”
“Yeah.” He drained half his coffee, and dug out his phone. “No shit.”
“Calling the little woman?” Bill laughed.
Joe pauses, phone halfway to his ear. “I’m calling Detective Ross,” he said, glaring at the dumpy man next to him. “My partner.”
“Right, right,” Bull replied, then yawned. “Sorry.”
Sensitivity training and equal rights and all that notwithstanding, women had a rough go on the force - they usually had to be twice as good and three times as tough to put up with the daily crap they got. Especially if they were attractive. And Detective Claudia Ross was smoking hot. Tempting-to-break-regs-and-fuck-your-partner hot. But she was also hard and tough and smart, and the best damn partner he’d ever worked with.
She picked up, oddly awake for one in the goddamn morning. “We got us another one,” he said. “Same MO. Raped and murdered - no, forensics isn’t finished and the autopsy won’t be for a while yet, but it’s obvious. And posed, Claudia. Yeah, like the other two.” He listened for a moment. “Cool, yeah. Bring your mojo, cause it looks like a cold scene.” Nodding, he tucked his phone away.
The killer was smart. He hadn’t left fingerprints that had been found yet, and the copious amounts of DNA evidence wouldn’t help until they had a suspect. But Claudia had a gift for spotting clues. She’d told him once, during a stakeout, that she could touch things and see where they’d been. It sounded like bullshit at the time, but now? Well, after working with her for five years, it was convincing bullshit.
He drained the last of his coffee. It was going to be a long goddamn night.
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Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
The low-level irritation of her sabotaged orgasm left Claudia keyed up as she drove to the crime scene. The sooner they solved this string of crimes, the sooner they’d stop haunting her fantasies and warping her desires. Then she could get back to the lonely existence of trying to date after a week of studying and stalking the worst of the worst dregs of society. Or at least the fantasies of skipping that whole “opening up” mess and jumping straight into the wall pounding, balls slapping, mind blowing sex. That was the dream right? To find that sort of connection with another person without needing to expose one’s vulnerabilities?
Claudia pulled up to the alley-way crime scene, and was immediately greeted with one of the more prominent features in those fantasies. Fellow detective and her partner, Joseph Nader, whose sharp features and firm figure had inspired more than the occasional successful solitary orgasm. As tempting as it was to pursue that attraction, he was a damn good partner, someone she could actually trust in the field with her life. And in the end, that was a lot more important than getting off.
He looked rough tonight, with his hair ruffled and his cheeks still sporting short, dark stubble on his cheeks. It might have been just the recent sexual frustration, but goddamn it fucking worked for her. She wondered if his stubble would be scratchy against her thighs, if she could get him on his knees. That was almost a risk she was willing to take, right now.
“Delinda Farone, 23,” Claudia read off, glancing over the files sent over from the coroner. She’d been easy to identify, given her arrest record, even if she no longer resembled the pretty girl in her ID picture. “Prostitute, like the others. Cause of death was multiple stab wounds to the torso, hitting several vital organs. She was dead before he even slit her throat. He’s escalating, but he doesn’t seem to be getting any sloppier.” The alley-way was a little too neat, as far as alley-ways went. Definitely not where the murder took place.
Still, this was where she had to look for clues, and now that the forensics were finishing up, it was her turn to examine the scene. It was a stray glint that caught her eye, a streetlamp reflecting off something small on the ground. A random piece of trash no doubt, but Claudia bent over to examine it. Nothing was too small to ignore now. A small golden hoop earring, with a tiny splotch of blood on it. The victim’s, possibly. Most likely, as she sensed the deep emotions imprinted upon it. Bingo. She palmed the earring, before the shadow behind her could reach it.
“Find anything, Ross?”
“Nah,” she dismissed, rubbing gloved fingers over the wall. “Thought this might have been blood, but I am pretty sure it’s just rust. Maybe get a sample, just in case?”
Standing, she caught Joe’s glance, and made meaningful eye contact with him. She’d been keeping her gifts form the rest of the force, but she knew she could trust him with it. Which meant he was the only one who could help her with the earring she’d found. The first vision was always the most vivid, the most intense, and if he could take notes while she performed the reading, together they might find the key piece of evidence that would bring the sick bastard in. “I could use a cup of jo, and you look like you could too.”
Claudia pulled up to the alley-way crime scene, and was immediately greeted with one of the more prominent features in those fantasies. Fellow detective and her partner, Joseph Nader, whose sharp features and firm figure had inspired more than the occasional successful solitary orgasm. As tempting as it was to pursue that attraction, he was a damn good partner, someone she could actually trust in the field with her life. And in the end, that was a lot more important than getting off.
He looked rough tonight, with his hair ruffled and his cheeks still sporting short, dark stubble on his cheeks. It might have been just the recent sexual frustration, but goddamn it fucking worked for her. She wondered if his stubble would be scratchy against her thighs, if she could get him on his knees. That was almost a risk she was willing to take, right now.
“Delinda Farone, 23,” Claudia read off, glancing over the files sent over from the coroner. She’d been easy to identify, given her arrest record, even if she no longer resembled the pretty girl in her ID picture. “Prostitute, like the others. Cause of death was multiple stab wounds to the torso, hitting several vital organs. She was dead before he even slit her throat. He’s escalating, but he doesn’t seem to be getting any sloppier.” The alley-way was a little too neat, as far as alley-ways went. Definitely not where the murder took place.
Still, this was where she had to look for clues, and now that the forensics were finishing up, it was her turn to examine the scene. It was a stray glint that caught her eye, a streetlamp reflecting off something small on the ground. A random piece of trash no doubt, but Claudia bent over to examine it. Nothing was too small to ignore now. A small golden hoop earring, with a tiny splotch of blood on it. The victim’s, possibly. Most likely, as she sensed the deep emotions imprinted upon it. Bingo. She palmed the earring, before the shadow behind her could reach it.
“Find anything, Ross?”
“Nah,” she dismissed, rubbing gloved fingers over the wall. “Thought this might have been blood, but I am pretty sure it’s just rust. Maybe get a sample, just in case?”
Standing, she caught Joe’s glance, and made meaningful eye contact with him. She’d been keeping her gifts form the rest of the force, but she knew she could trust him with it. Which meant he was the only one who could help her with the earring she’d found. The first vision was always the most vivid, the most intense, and if he could take notes while she performed the reading, together they might find the key piece of evidence that would bring the sick bastard in. “I could use a cup of jo, and you look like you could too.”
TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
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- Dec 17, 2013
Damn. How did his partner manage to look smoking hot in an off-the-rack no-nonsense suit from J. C. Penny’s? Like, fuckably hot. Moreso than normal, that was. Was it the house led, just got out of bed red hair tha made her look like she’d just gotten laid hard? Or just...
Fuck. This was going dangerous directions. Directions that led to a lonely date with Rosie Palm and her sisters, imagining something that wasn’t going to happen. Keep it professional. Keep it professional. Don’t wonder how she’d look on her knees...
Shit. She was on her knees right now. On her knees and... wait. He knew that look. She’d found something, hadn’t she? “I could use a cup of jo,” Claudia said as she stood up, “and you look like you could too.”
Clearly she wanted to get away and do her witchcraft. “Yeah. It’s too goddamn late. Or early. Is it early now? Does that tick over at fucking midnight? And I’m rambling, so yeah. Let’s grab a coffee.”
“What about the crime scene?” Krazinsky bitched as they headed for his car.
“I trust your judgement,” Joe called back. “And eagerly await your report!” With that he climbed into his car, a shabby eight-year-old Chrysler, and started the ignition. “I seriously could use a coffee,” he yawned. “Another one. McDonalds drive thru? And then where do you want to work your mojo - your place?”
Fuck. This was going dangerous directions. Directions that led to a lonely date with Rosie Palm and her sisters, imagining something that wasn’t going to happen. Keep it professional. Keep it professional. Don’t wonder how she’d look on her knees...
Shit. She was on her knees right now. On her knees and... wait. He knew that look. She’d found something, hadn’t she? “I could use a cup of jo,” Claudia said as she stood up, “and you look like you could too.”
Clearly she wanted to get away and do her witchcraft. “Yeah. It’s too goddamn late. Or early. Is it early now? Does that tick over at fucking midnight? And I’m rambling, so yeah. Let’s grab a coffee.”
“What about the crime scene?” Krazinsky bitched as they headed for his car.
“I trust your judgement,” Joe called back. “And eagerly await your report!” With that he climbed into his car, a shabby eight-year-old Chrysler, and started the ignition. “I seriously could use a coffee,” he yawned. “Another one. McDonalds drive thru? And then where do you want to work your mojo - your place?”
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Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
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“My mojo?” Claudia laughed, covering the growing blush that warmed her skin at the though of bringing him back to her place. More than one fantasy started here, driving back together after a late-night crime scene, making an excuse to invite him inside, drink a bit too much whisky and “drunkenly” end up in bed together. “Jesus Joe, can you make it sound any more like a something out of a cheesy 70’s porn?”
She ran through a mental checklist as he pulled into the drive through and ordered a couple coffees. Her place was more or less clean. Clean enough. Her bed was a mess though, since she hadn’t bother to make it again after his call tore her away from her from her self-pleasure. At least her toy was put away. Right? What would Joe say if he did catch it out? Probably just tease her relentlessly. As if he weren’t enough of a tease as is. “Yeah, let’s head back to mine.”
Lights flickered to life in her one bedroom walk up, Claudia inwardly cringing at the dirty dishes in the sink and empty beer bottles on the coffee table. Glass clinked as she made a quick effort at tidying up, “I was thinking I could relive the scene, and describe it for you to take notes. Better than trying to remember everything myself self, especially with scenes this… intense.”
She handed him a pad of paper and a pen, and took a seat on the couch. To her relief and disappointment, he declined to sit next to her, instead taking the chair to the side. That was fine, of course, they really needed to focus on this case. She really needed to focus on the case, and the reading she was about to undertake.
She came into Delinda’s sensations just as one rape was finishing, two men using her from before her and behind. In the middle of a gagging cough, trying to regain her air after a vicious oral rape, she didn’t struggle as the next man pushed her onto her back. Didn’t resist as large hands pushed her thighs apart. Claudia couldn’t make out the killer’s features, unfortunately, but she had a vague sense of him.
“He’s tall… over 6 feet. Maybe 6’6”. Built too. Let’s say 230 to 250 pounds. And–” She didn’t continue, not as a shuddered gasp left her lips. Fuck, he was thick, but Joe probably didn’t need that info. Cum from the earlier rapes served as lube, but it still hurt as he stretched her cunt over his girth. Delinda, sore and swollen from the first few guys, screamed as he drove that full length into her. Claudia, on the other hand, took to breathing hard, fighting the dual sensations of Delinda’s pain and the killer’s pleasure.
Her own body grew hotter and wetter, craving a rough pounding that would leave her almost unable to walk afterwards. From Joe, perhaps? Or maybe the killer, who even now squeezed Delinda’s breasts cruelly, and twisted her nipples until they were purple. Eyes screwed shut, she sunk into the perceptions, seeking something she could safely share with Joe. “It’s cool, here. Dark too. Maybe… maybe underground?” Didn’t help much. A lot of these older houses around here had basements.
“Enjoying yourself, Claudia?” he asked, fingers digging into Delinda’s hip. He grinned big at Delinda’s confusion and laughed at her whimpers. “I’m not the only one getting off on your rape and murder, whore.” Delinda’s terror grew out of control, thrashing and struggling feebly against the much larger man, and his harsher strokes spoke to his increasing enjoyment.
“Cum with me, Claudia,” he purred, his deep tones inviting. “Cum with me while I end her life.”
“He… he has a deep voice…,” she murmured, barely hiding the tremble his words elicited in her. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, his shaft swelling even as Delinda strained and clenched against him. The harder she fought the harder he went, until he roared in ecstasy, spraying his seed deep inside her. The knife came out again, and he twitched at the sight of her renewed horror.
Claudia slammed the earring down on the table before she could feel the knife come down, afraid of how she might react if she experienced it again. Afraid of the sultry heat chafing her thighs, and afraid Joe could smell the arousal on her. “Holy shit, that was…” She didn’t finish, just blew out a hard breath and brushed back a sweaty clump of hair. Another hard, deep breath, and she forced herself up, “Fuck, I need something hard.” She was two steps towards the kitchen before the innuendo caught up to her, and she added a snappish, “To drink! Something hard to drink. You want one too?”
She ran through a mental checklist as he pulled into the drive through and ordered a couple coffees. Her place was more or less clean. Clean enough. Her bed was a mess though, since she hadn’t bother to make it again after his call tore her away from her from her self-pleasure. At least her toy was put away. Right? What would Joe say if he did catch it out? Probably just tease her relentlessly. As if he weren’t enough of a tease as is. “Yeah, let’s head back to mine.”
Lights flickered to life in her one bedroom walk up, Claudia inwardly cringing at the dirty dishes in the sink and empty beer bottles on the coffee table. Glass clinked as she made a quick effort at tidying up, “I was thinking I could relive the scene, and describe it for you to take notes. Better than trying to remember everything myself self, especially with scenes this… intense.”
She handed him a pad of paper and a pen, and took a seat on the couch. To her relief and disappointment, he declined to sit next to her, instead taking the chair to the side. That was fine, of course, they really needed to focus on this case. She really needed to focus on the case, and the reading she was about to undertake.
She came into Delinda’s sensations just as one rape was finishing, two men using her from before her and behind. In the middle of a gagging cough, trying to regain her air after a vicious oral rape, she didn’t struggle as the next man pushed her onto her back. Didn’t resist as large hands pushed her thighs apart. Claudia couldn’t make out the killer’s features, unfortunately, but she had a vague sense of him.
“He’s tall… over 6 feet. Maybe 6’6”. Built too. Let’s say 230 to 250 pounds. And–” She didn’t continue, not as a shuddered gasp left her lips. Fuck, he was thick, but Joe probably didn’t need that info. Cum from the earlier rapes served as lube, but it still hurt as he stretched her cunt over his girth. Delinda, sore and swollen from the first few guys, screamed as he drove that full length into her. Claudia, on the other hand, took to breathing hard, fighting the dual sensations of Delinda’s pain and the killer’s pleasure.
Her own body grew hotter and wetter, craving a rough pounding that would leave her almost unable to walk afterwards. From Joe, perhaps? Or maybe the killer, who even now squeezed Delinda’s breasts cruelly, and twisted her nipples until they were purple. Eyes screwed shut, she sunk into the perceptions, seeking something she could safely share with Joe. “It’s cool, here. Dark too. Maybe… maybe underground?” Didn’t help much. A lot of these older houses around here had basements.
“Enjoying yourself, Claudia?” he asked, fingers digging into Delinda’s hip. He grinned big at Delinda’s confusion and laughed at her whimpers. “I’m not the only one getting off on your rape and murder, whore.” Delinda’s terror grew out of control, thrashing and struggling feebly against the much larger man, and his harsher strokes spoke to his increasing enjoyment.
“Cum with me, Claudia,” he purred, his deep tones inviting. “Cum with me while I end her life.”
“He… he has a deep voice…,” she murmured, barely hiding the tremble his words elicited in her. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, his shaft swelling even as Delinda strained and clenched against him. The harder she fought the harder he went, until he roared in ecstasy, spraying his seed deep inside her. The knife came out again, and he twitched at the sight of her renewed horror.
Claudia slammed the earring down on the table before she could feel the knife come down, afraid of how she might react if she experienced it again. Afraid of the sultry heat chafing her thighs, and afraid Joe could smell the arousal on her. “Holy shit, that was…” She didn’t finish, just blew out a hard breath and brushed back a sweaty clump of hair. Another hard, deep breath, and she forced herself up, “Fuck, I need something hard.” She was two steps towards the kitchen before the innuendo caught up to her, and she added a snappish, “To drink! Something hard to drink. You want one too?”
TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
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Joe dug out a notebook and settled back, ready to jot down Claudia’s observations. He didn’t understand what she was doing, and didn’t need to. All he needed was that they’d broken some tricky cases with her mind-reading shtick. So he watched her settle down and get comfortable, then close her eyes and turn a small gold earring over in her fingers.
““He’s tall…” she said, “over 6 feet. Maybe 6’6”. Built too. Let’s say 230 to 250 pounds. And–”. A gasp escaped her and she went rigid for a second, back arching in a way that made the buttons of her shirt strain. Trying not to stare, he jotted it down. Not much, really. Not yet.
She shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. “It’s cool, here,” she got out, voice tightly controlled. “Dark too. Maybe… maybe underground?” She shifted again, crossing and recrossing her legs as her breathing quickened. “He… he has a deep voice…”
The sound of that last statement caught his attention. There was a husky tremble to her words that went straight through him. She chewed her lip, breathing deep, and he found himself staring at her throat as her head rolled back. Jesus, but she looked...
Suddenly she slapped the earring down, and the crack of her hand on the wood made him jump. “Holy shit,” she gasped out, breathing hard, “that was…”
Hot? He managed not to say it, but it was there. The air felt electric, and he found himself watching her chest move as she breathed deep and tried to relax. “Fuck,” she added as she rose, “I need something hard.”
“I’ll bet you do,” he replied, standing up as well. Suddenly they were standing close. Too close, and not close enough. He could feel her heat in his skin, and smell the soap she used and a sexy, musty odor. They stared at each other, and his hands moved...
“To drink!” she added hastily, drawing back and throwing open a cabinet. “Something hard to drink. You want one too?”
“Yeah,” he laughed, trying to play off the moment. “A jack and coke, hold the coke.” As she turned to pull out the bottle he quickly adjusted his pants, trying to make his hard-on more comfortable. “And maybe another coffee? I could do with something hot as well.”
““He’s tall…” she said, “over 6 feet. Maybe 6’6”. Built too. Let’s say 230 to 250 pounds. And–”. A gasp escaped her and she went rigid for a second, back arching in a way that made the buttons of her shirt strain. Trying not to stare, he jotted it down. Not much, really. Not yet.
She shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. “It’s cool, here,” she got out, voice tightly controlled. “Dark too. Maybe… maybe underground?” She shifted again, crossing and recrossing her legs as her breathing quickened. “He… he has a deep voice…”
The sound of that last statement caught his attention. There was a husky tremble to her words that went straight through him. She chewed her lip, breathing deep, and he found himself staring at her throat as her head rolled back. Jesus, but she looked...
Suddenly she slapped the earring down, and the crack of her hand on the wood made him jump. “Holy shit,” she gasped out, breathing hard, “that was…”
Hot? He managed not to say it, but it was there. The air felt electric, and he found himself watching her chest move as she breathed deep and tried to relax. “Fuck,” she added as she rose, “I need something hard.”
“I’ll bet you do,” he replied, standing up as well. Suddenly they were standing close. Too close, and not close enough. He could feel her heat in his skin, and smell the soap she used and a sexy, musty odor. They stared at each other, and his hands moved...
“To drink!” she added hastily, drawing back and throwing open a cabinet. “Something hard to drink. You want one too?”
“Yeah,” he laughed, trying to play off the moment. “A jack and coke, hold the coke.” As she turned to pull out the bottle he quickly adjusted his pants, trying to make his hard-on more comfortable. “And maybe another coffee? I could do with something hot as well.”
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Xanaphia
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I’ll bet you do.
Why, you offering?
The conversation played out in her mind, different and sexier than it had in real life, and Claudia cursed herself under her breath for not having pursued it. It was against department regulations, but fuck regulations right now.
She filled two glass half way with Jack, and threw hers down before pouring another. The alcohol burned as it went down, but didn’t help much. The heat in her blood seemed to burn hotter, hungrier, and she didn’t need the liquid courage to make a bad decision tonight.
“And maybe another coffee?” He remarked, as she handed him his glass. “I could do with something hot as well.”
“And you’re sure you want some coffee?” she purred, holding his gaze. Her fingers brushed his as she handed him the glass, lingering for a moment longer. “That’s going to keep you up all night, Joe.” Close as they were right now, with his breath wafting over her face, she could imagine them in bed. Him hovering over her, fingers gripping her hip and pulling her onto him.
“I feel everything he did to them, in those last moments. The way he used them, forced them, violated them and… Well, he chose empaths, for his victims, and I can feel his sadism, too. How the aggression of the attacks turns him on. It’s all so… confusing.” Confusing was honest, but it wasn’t precise. It didn’t quite capture the bewildering arousal tempered with adrenaline that pounded her veins. It didn’t quite convey the need that drove her now, drove her to connect with another person and feel alive. Or the dark desire to recreate the assault, again and again and…
“I still feel it, even after the visions stop,” she admitted, drawing even closer to him. Say no to this, tell me to stop. Her breasts flattened into his chest and her lips ghosted over his, the last of her resistance melting in the inviting warmth of his mouth, “It’s so hard to think straight…”
Why, you offering?
The conversation played out in her mind, different and sexier than it had in real life, and Claudia cursed herself under her breath for not having pursued it. It was against department regulations, but fuck regulations right now.
She filled two glass half way with Jack, and threw hers down before pouring another. The alcohol burned as it went down, but didn’t help much. The heat in her blood seemed to burn hotter, hungrier, and she didn’t need the liquid courage to make a bad decision tonight.
“And maybe another coffee?” He remarked, as she handed him his glass. “I could do with something hot as well.”
“And you’re sure you want some coffee?” she purred, holding his gaze. Her fingers brushed his as she handed him the glass, lingering for a moment longer. “That’s going to keep you up all night, Joe.” Close as they were right now, with his breath wafting over her face, she could imagine them in bed. Him hovering over her, fingers gripping her hip and pulling her onto him.
“I feel everything he did to them, in those last moments. The way he used them, forced them, violated them and… Well, he chose empaths, for his victims, and I can feel his sadism, too. How the aggression of the attacks turns him on. It’s all so… confusing.” Confusing was honest, but it wasn’t precise. It didn’t quite capture the bewildering arousal tempered with adrenaline that pounded her veins. It didn’t quite convey the need that drove her now, drove her to connect with another person and feel alive. Or the dark desire to recreate the assault, again and again and…
“I still feel it, even after the visions stop,” she admitted, drawing even closer to him. Say no to this, tell me to stop. Her breasts flattened into his chest and her lips ghosted over his, the last of her resistance melting in the inviting warmth of his mouth, “It’s so hard to think straight…”
MF Smut Scene: Joe and Claudia
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“And you’re sure you want some coffee?” she purred, holding his gaze. Her fingers brushed his as she handed him the glass, lingering for a moment longer. “That’s going to keep you up all night, Joe.”
“I dunno,” he heard himself say. “I don’t usually need help staying up that long.”
Shit! Did he just say that? He told himself to backpedal hard. Told himself he was on the edge of something stupid. But Claudia was so close he could smell her breath, warm and lightly scented with whiskey. God. What would she taste like if he...
“I feel everything he did to them, in those last moments,” she whispered, her voice husky.
“Everything?” It sounded preposterous, but he’d seen her learn some strange things. And without even realizing it he was stepping closer, close enough to feel the fabric of his shirt scrape against hers. “You mean...”
“The way he used them,” she breathed, “forced them, violated them and… Well, he chose empaths, for his victims, and I can feel his sadism, too. How the aggression of the attacks turns him on. It’s all so… confusing.”
He could heat the arousal in her voice, see it in her expression. “That’s... that’s messed up,” he said, his own voice husky as he watched her lips move.
“I still feel it, even after the visions stop,” she admitted, drawing even closer to him. Her breasts flattened into his chest and her lips ghosted over his, “It’s so hard to think straight…”
Any resistance he might have offered melted in the heat of her body. His hands gripped her hips, his tumbler crashing to the ground as he pulled her against him and pushed her back into the wall. Her mouth opened for him as he kissed her, hot and wet and inviting as his tongue filled her, exploring her. He pulled at her shirt, dragging it up to explore her bare skin as he feasted on her. “Don’t think,” he rasped, fumbling and tearing at the buttons, desperate to feel more. “Don’t think,”
Her blouse opened, and his hands filled with her breasts. Even through the fabric of her blouse they dragged a moan of pleasure from him, one he let her taste as he kissed her again. “Fuck, I want you,” he growled, dragging the cups up to expose bare flesh to his hungry grip. “So fucking bad.”
“I dunno,” he heard himself say. “I don’t usually need help staying up that long.”
Shit! Did he just say that? He told himself to backpedal hard. Told himself he was on the edge of something stupid. But Claudia was so close he could smell her breath, warm and lightly scented with whiskey. God. What would she taste like if he...
“I feel everything he did to them, in those last moments,” she whispered, her voice husky.
“Everything?” It sounded preposterous, but he’d seen her learn some strange things. And without even realizing it he was stepping closer, close enough to feel the fabric of his shirt scrape against hers. “You mean...”
“The way he used them,” she breathed, “forced them, violated them and… Well, he chose empaths, for his victims, and I can feel his sadism, too. How the aggression of the attacks turns him on. It’s all so… confusing.”
He could heat the arousal in her voice, see it in her expression. “That’s... that’s messed up,” he said, his own voice husky as he watched her lips move.
“I still feel it, even after the visions stop,” she admitted, drawing even closer to him. Her breasts flattened into his chest and her lips ghosted over his, “It’s so hard to think straight…”
Any resistance he might have offered melted in the heat of her body. His hands gripped her hips, his tumbler crashing to the ground as he pulled her against him and pushed her back into the wall. Her mouth opened for him as he kissed her, hot and wet and inviting as his tongue filled her, exploring her. He pulled at her shirt, dragging it up to explore her bare skin as he feasted on her. “Don’t think,” he rasped, fumbling and tearing at the buttons, desperate to feel more. “Don’t think,”
Her blouse opened, and his hands filled with her breasts. Even through the fabric of her blouse they dragged a moan of pleasure from him, one he let her taste as he kissed her again. “Fuck, I want you,” he growled, dragging the cups up to expose bare flesh to his hungry grip. “So fucking bad.”
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Xanaphia
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The alcohol hardly had a chance to affect her, but already Claudia felt drunk. Drunk on Joe’s taste and the heat and hunger of his touch, on the aggression of his kiss and his erection prodding her stomach. Don’t think became don’t stop, and she leaned into the kiss, even as he pinned her to the wall. Soon her top came off up over her head and her bra came down enough to expose her perky pink nipples, stirred to life by his demanding hands.
Her own demanding hands worked open his pants, single minded in pursuit of her desire. “I want you inside me,” she confessed in response to his confessions. His pants fell free of his waist and his cock sprung out. She stroked him as they kissed again, sighing with each twitch and throb of his shaft. “Goddamn, I want you inside me.”
With one hand she managed to tug down her own slacks, and the jumped up to sit on the counter. Skipping panties on the way to the crime scene had paid off, as she spread herself to take Joe’s thick cock. The counter provided an awkward incline, and his smooth head slipped against her slickness twice before they managed an angle that allowed him to push inside. Once they had, however, Claudia wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled herself all the way along his length, crying out from the delicious pressure of his thrust.
Another kiss muffled her moans, but her desire burned bright, bucking hips to meet his every stroke. “Harder,” she growled, clenching with her entire build to pull him in deeper, “Fuck me harder!” Her commands were meant with enthusiasm, pounding her hard enough to draw a sharp cry from her lips. Still, she writhed against him, taking every thick inch of his cock greedily, “Don’t stop fucking me.”
Her own demanding hands worked open his pants, single minded in pursuit of her desire. “I want you inside me,” she confessed in response to his confessions. His pants fell free of his waist and his cock sprung out. She stroked him as they kissed again, sighing with each twitch and throb of his shaft. “Goddamn, I want you inside me.”
With one hand she managed to tug down her own slacks, and the jumped up to sit on the counter. Skipping panties on the way to the crime scene had paid off, as she spread herself to take Joe’s thick cock. The counter provided an awkward incline, and his smooth head slipped against her slickness twice before they managed an angle that allowed him to push inside. Once they had, however, Claudia wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled herself all the way along his length, crying out from the delicious pressure of his thrust.
Another kiss muffled her moans, but her desire burned bright, bucking hips to meet his every stroke. “Harder,” she growled, clenching with her entire build to pull him in deeper, “Fuck me harder!” Her commands were meant with enthusiasm, pounding her hard enough to draw a sharp cry from her lips. Still, she writhed against him, taking every thick inch of his cock greedily, “Don’t stop fucking me.”
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“This is a terrible idea,” Joe husked, gripping his cock and aligning it with her. His head slipped over her lips as he tried to find the right angle, distracted by her hands on his shoulders and her thighs gripping his hips. “A really bad idea,” he added with a gasp as she parted around him. She cried out, and he cried out with her, as her legs tightened and she took his full length with a single thrust.
His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her body right against him as he drove into her. “A... a bad idea...” he grunted, groaning as she relaxed and tightened her legs with each thrust, fucking him back as he fucked her. “We... we should...”
A hungry kiss silenced him, and he couldn’t say who initiated it. Just that their tongues slipped and slid over each other as she moved on and against him. “Harder,” she growled, gripping him with her whole body. “Fuck me harder!”
He leaned into her, biceps and back flexing as he dragged her against his cock to meet her thrusts. He could feel her breasts sliding over his chest, feel his balls slap against her thighs and the counter, as his meat drove deep into her. “Fuck,” he gasped, biting at her lips and throat. “You feel so fucking good on me.”
“Don’t stop fucking me,” she gasped, her hands digging into his back as she drove herself against him.
“Then keep fucking me,” he gasped out, moaning as she moved herself on his dick, fucking him as he fucked her. He pulled back, lifting her off the counter, moaning as gravity drove her deeper into his meat. Then he pulled out, dragging her off his body and spinning her around.
As her hands braced in the counter he was in her, slick cock slipping over her ass as he kicked her feet wider. A hand shoved her body down, angling her better, and then he gasped aloud when he felt the wet heat of her cunt encasing his dick once more. “I’m going to keep fucking you,” he growled, wrapping his hand in her hair and dragging her back up against his chest. His cock slammed into her, making her cry out as her hands slipped across the counter. “Deep and hard, until you cum on my dick.”
His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her body right against him as he drove into her. “A... a bad idea...” he grunted, groaning as she relaxed and tightened her legs with each thrust, fucking him back as he fucked her. “We... we should...”
A hungry kiss silenced him, and he couldn’t say who initiated it. Just that their tongues slipped and slid over each other as she moved on and against him. “Harder,” she growled, gripping him with her whole body. “Fuck me harder!”
He leaned into her, biceps and back flexing as he dragged her against his cock to meet her thrusts. He could feel her breasts sliding over his chest, feel his balls slap against her thighs and the counter, as his meat drove deep into her. “Fuck,” he gasped, biting at her lips and throat. “You feel so fucking good on me.”
“Don’t stop fucking me,” she gasped, her hands digging into his back as she drove herself against him.
“Then keep fucking me,” he gasped out, moaning as she moved herself on his dick, fucking him as he fucked her. He pulled back, lifting her off the counter, moaning as gravity drove her deeper into his meat. Then he pulled out, dragging her off his body and spinning her around.
As her hands braced in the counter he was in her, slick cock slipping over her ass as he kicked her feet wider. A hand shoved her body down, angling her better, and then he gasped aloud when he felt the wet heat of her cunt encasing his dick once more. “I’m going to keep fucking you,” he growled, wrapping his hand in her hair and dragging her back up against his chest. His cock slammed into her, making her cry out as her hands slipped across the counter. “Deep and hard, until you cum on my dick.”
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Xanaphia
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Joe’s words were nearly enough to bring about her orgasm, her earlier frustration forgotten in the frenzy of his strokes. “Close,” she moaned out, eyes closed and lost in the moment. Each thrust carried desperate hunger, a need that matched her own and an aggression that thrilled her. “So fucking close, Joe.”
This new position had her on the tips of her toes, ass in the air with his stomach smacking into her each time he filled her. “That’s right, Joe, make me take that dick! Make me take all that thick dick!” A tug on her hair drew a sharp cry, a cry he silenced by shoving his tongue in her mouth as well. How was it possible he was better than her fantasies, reaching into her mind to play out her desires?
Her body thudded against the counter, and his body slapped against her, the wet sound of their joining growing louder as she did. Did her screams inspire Joe to fuck her harder? Like the killer? That thought, as terrible as it was, drew forth her climax, horror and ecstasy rippling in her mind as she remembered the visions.
A shuddered whimper burst form her lips, Joe’s relentless pounding forcing her to cum again and again, stretching out her bliss until it become overwhelming. “Joe… Joe… Joe!” his name a simple syllable that occupied her lips and her mind as pleasure took her captive.
This new position had her on the tips of her toes, ass in the air with his stomach smacking into her each time he filled her. “That’s right, Joe, make me take that dick! Make me take all that thick dick!” A tug on her hair drew a sharp cry, a cry he silenced by shoving his tongue in her mouth as well. How was it possible he was better than her fantasies, reaching into her mind to play out her desires?
Her body thudded against the counter, and his body slapped against her, the wet sound of their joining growing louder as she did. Did her screams inspire Joe to fuck her harder? Like the killer? That thought, as terrible as it was, drew forth her climax, horror and ecstasy rippling in her mind as she remembered the visions.
A shuddered whimper burst form her lips, Joe’s relentless pounding forcing her to cum again and again, stretching out her bliss until it become overwhelming. “Joe… Joe… Joe!” his name a simple syllable that occupied her lips and her mind as pleasure took her captive.
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Claudia rocked back into his dick, moaning out his name as she fucked herself on his meat. She begged him to fuck even harder, sweet filth spilling from her lips until he dragged her back and silenced her with his tongue. When she finally climaxed it was like a velvet fist squeezing his cock as she screamed out her pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groaned into her ear as she sagged against the counter. “Fuck I’m close.” The words brought him slightly to his senses, enough to remember that he wasn’t wearing a rubber and he didn’t know if she was on the pill. It wasn’t exactly something they talked about. So, as he felt his own orgasm building, he pulled out.
He had a momentary glimpse of his dick glistening with her juices and sliding between the cheeks of her ass. Then he ground against her, gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises and pressing her face to the countertop. “Fuck, Claudia,” he growled, leaning low to whisper into her ear as his dick stroked against her skin. “I’m going to get myself off on you, you hear. I’m going to use this sexy body to... to... Claudia”
His cock pulled against her ass, throbbing between her cheeks as he climaxed. Pressed against her body he could feel his seed spurt out, coating his stomach and her back as he ground against her. Hot cum made their skin slippery, made it easier to fuck against her, made it easy to keep fucking until he was spent. Then, spent, he braced himself in the counter, his lust hit and sticky between them.
“So... uhm...”. What did you say, after that? “I... uhm... fuck. I needed that.”
“Fuck,” he groaned into her ear as she sagged against the counter. “Fuck I’m close.” The words brought him slightly to his senses, enough to remember that he wasn’t wearing a rubber and he didn’t know if she was on the pill. It wasn’t exactly something they talked about. So, as he felt his own orgasm building, he pulled out.
He had a momentary glimpse of his dick glistening with her juices and sliding between the cheeks of her ass. Then he ground against her, gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises and pressing her face to the countertop. “Fuck, Claudia,” he growled, leaning low to whisper into her ear as his dick stroked against her skin. “I’m going to get myself off on you, you hear. I’m going to use this sexy body to... to... Claudia”
His cock pulled against her ass, throbbing between her cheeks as he climaxed. Pressed against her body he could feel his seed spurt out, coating his stomach and her back as he ground against her. Hot cum made their skin slippery, made it easier to fuck against her, made it easy to keep fucking until he was spent. Then, spent, he braced himself in the counter, his lust hit and sticky between them.
“So... uhm...”. What did you say, after that? “I... uhm... fuck. I needed that.”
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Xanaphia
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“Yeah, so did I,” Claudia admitted, eyes still closed as the last trembling of orgasm passed through her. Finally, after her failed attempt to get off earlier, she was satisfied. Mostly satisfied. But the first sight that greeted her eyes when she finally opened them was her collection of kitchen knives. Razor edges gleamed under the fluorescent light, and dark lust gripped at her core muscles. She wanted more.
With gentle, but firm pressure, she pushed Joe back just enough to twist herself back towards facing him. With her back and ass still painted by his seed, she pulled away from the counter and into his arms
“You, uh, interrupted me, earlier, when you called. Caught me in the middle of trying to, uh, take care of myself.” She simpered, her lips just hovering over his. Her arms still clung to him, one hand trailing over his arm and shoulder while the other kept him close. Her body brushed his as she went to her tiptoes “Though, I have to say, you really took much better care of me. I haven’t cum like that in a long time.”
Before those words could begin to make sense to him, she pulled away, tugging him towards the bathroom. “Come on, we both could use a shower after that.”
With gentle, but firm pressure, she pushed Joe back just enough to twist herself back towards facing him. With her back and ass still painted by his seed, she pulled away from the counter and into his arms
“You, uh, interrupted me, earlier, when you called. Caught me in the middle of trying to, uh, take care of myself.” She simpered, her lips just hovering over his. Her arms still clung to him, one hand trailing over his arm and shoulder while the other kept him close. Her body brushed his as she went to her tiptoes “Though, I have to say, you really took much better care of me. I haven’t cum like that in a long time.”
Before those words could begin to make sense to him, she pulled away, tugging him towards the bathroom. “Come on, we both could use a shower after that.”
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Joe let Claudia lead him into her bathroom, unsure what the hell he was supposed to do now. Well, he knew what to do. But she was his partner, and this was incredibly unprofessional. A potential disciplinary issue, for all that everybody joked about him banging her.
On the other hand, it was also incredibly hot. She was incredibly hot. And if he was going to break the rules, he may as well enjoy himself.
“Taking care of yourself?” he smirked as she got the water running. “And how did you do that?” He pushed her into the shower and followed her in, pinning her to the tile with his body as he kissed her hungrily. “Got some favorite toy you use?” he asked, sliding a hand between them and running it down water-slicked flesh. “Something you keep in your end table for special occasions?”
He cupped her mound, gently grinding his palm against her as he devoured her lips. “Or do you just use your hand?” he added as spread her open, one finger pressing into her well-lubricated depths. He felt her walls part and then tighten, gripping him. “Like this?” he whispered, stroking inside her. “Do you cum on your fingers, imagining a thick cock fucking you?”
On the other hand, it was also incredibly hot. She was incredibly hot. And if he was going to break the rules, he may as well enjoy himself.
“Taking care of yourself?” he smirked as she got the water running. “And how did you do that?” He pushed her into the shower and followed her in, pinning her to the tile with his body as he kissed her hungrily. “Got some favorite toy you use?” he asked, sliding a hand between them and running it down water-slicked flesh. “Something you keep in your end table for special occasions?”
He cupped her mound, gently grinding his palm against her as he devoured her lips. “Or do you just use your hand?” he added as spread her open, one finger pressing into her well-lubricated depths. He felt her walls part and then tighten, gripping him. “Like this?” he whispered, stroking inside her. “Do you cum on your fingers, imagining a thick cock fucking you?”
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Xanaphia
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The hot water streaming over them wasn’t nearly as hot as the blood coursing through her veins. Especially not with Joe’s body against hers, the pleasure he brought her still a recent memory on her skin. The heel of his palm pressed against her clit and one finger pushed inside her. Fuck, his fingers were nice and thick, and felt so good within her cunt. Almost as good as his cock. And she definitely wanted more that tonight, before he got a good night’s sleep and came to his senses.
“Sometimes,” she admitted with a coy smirk, before pulling him into another kiss. “I usually have to use more than one though. Mine aren’t as thick as yours.” His ministrations continued, unrelenting, teasing her clit and driving a second finger into her. “I think it’s… obvious that I… love some thick cock… inside me…” It grew harder to tease him, harder to speak or to think. Claudia sagged back against the shower wall, spreading herself wider and grinding herself against his palm. “Loved your… your thick cock… fucking me…” Moans spilled from her lips, overtaking her words as her desire built. “Would… would love… more… more of you… more of your cock… more rough fucking until… until I can’t walk straight.”
A third finger completely undid her, demanding space inside her and disrupting any attempt at coherence. Slick friction overcame the resistance of flesh, and the pinkish glow on her skin had little to do with the sultry water streaming over them. Her body jerked, back arched and legs rigid. A desperate hand on his shoulder was all that supported her, needy fingers digging into his muscle and nails biting into his skin. Finally, she collapsed into him, head resting on his chest and drench hair sticking to his skin. “Oh fuck, Joe…”
“Sometimes,” she admitted with a coy smirk, before pulling him into another kiss. “I usually have to use more than one though. Mine aren’t as thick as yours.” His ministrations continued, unrelenting, teasing her clit and driving a second finger into her. “I think it’s… obvious that I… love some thick cock… inside me…” It grew harder to tease him, harder to speak or to think. Claudia sagged back against the shower wall, spreading herself wider and grinding herself against his palm. “Loved your… your thick cock… fucking me…” Moans spilled from her lips, overtaking her words as her desire built. “Would… would love… more… more of you… more of your cock… more rough fucking until… until I can’t walk straight.”
A third finger completely undid her, demanding space inside her and disrupting any attempt at coherence. Slick friction overcame the resistance of flesh, and the pinkish glow on her skin had little to do with the sultry water streaming over them. Her body jerked, back arched and legs rigid. A desperate hand on his shoulder was all that supported her, needy fingers digging into his muscle and nails biting into his skin. Finally, she collapsed into him, head resting on his chest and drench hair sticking to his skin. “Oh fuck, Joe…”
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Joe worked two and then three fingers into her, enjoying the slick heat of her channel and the way her words started coming apart at the seams as he worked at her. “Rough?” he growled, hooking his fingers and lifting, driving deeper into her as she leaned against the tile. “Like this? Deep and hard, while I use this right cunt to get off?” He leaned into her, tasting her cries of ecstasy. “Show me how hard you can cum, Claudia. Show me just how hard you can cum on my hand while I fuck you hard and deep.”
She barely made a sound as she came. Just a soft gasping sound as her fingers dug into his shoulder and her walls gripped as clenched on his fingers. He kept driving them into her, kept working her until she collapsed into him with a heavy sigh. “Oh fuck, Joe...”
There was a wet sound as he slid his fingers from her, and he watched her expression as he licked her juices from his fingers. “Fuck, Claudia. You taste good on me.” The sane sticky fingers caressed her lips, before he kissed her. “You taste good on you, too.” His cock, hard once more, pressed into her water-slick skin. “And fuck, I want you.”
He kissed her again, tasting lips damp with the hot spray from the shower head. Then, with a firm grip, he peeled her hands from his shoulder. “I want you hot on me,” he added, shifting to lean back against the wall. He gripped her shoulders, urging her downwards until she knelt before him on the slick tile. “I want to see your mouth on my cock,” he said, rubbing his blunt head against her lips and gusting a hand in her hair. “Show me just how much you want that thick dick fucking you, Claudia.”
She barely made a sound as she came. Just a soft gasping sound as her fingers dug into his shoulder and her walls gripped as clenched on his fingers. He kept driving them into her, kept working her until she collapsed into him with a heavy sigh. “Oh fuck, Joe...”
There was a wet sound as he slid his fingers from her, and he watched her expression as he licked her juices from his fingers. “Fuck, Claudia. You taste good on me.” The sane sticky fingers caressed her lips, before he kissed her. “You taste good on you, too.” His cock, hard once more, pressed into her water-slick skin. “And fuck, I want you.”
He kissed her again, tasting lips damp with the hot spray from the shower head. Then, with a firm grip, he peeled her hands from his shoulder. “I want you hot on me,” he added, shifting to lean back against the wall. He gripped her shoulders, urging her downwards until she knelt before him on the slick tile. “I want to see your mouth on my cock,” he said, rubbing his blunt head against her lips and gusting a hand in her hair. “Show me just how much you want that thick dick fucking you, Claudia.”
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Xanaphia
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- Sep 28, 2013
Claudia didn’t resist as Joe pushed her to her knees, the contentment of orgasm still trembling in her muscles. His cock prodded her mouth, his scent filling her mind, and she opened her mouth by reflex. It was too bad the running water had sluiced away her lust from him, but he still tasted incredible as she ran her tongue along his rigid length.
She knew what she wanted, and she wanted him mad for her. Wanted him consumed by a wicked lust, consumed by a fire that could only be sated by plowing her six ways to Sunday. So, while she started slowly, teasing him with her tongue, she didn’t hesitate to swallow him, working herself down inch by inch of his shaft. Her cheeks bulged with the effort, his girth a challenge and a reward. Bobbing her head, she slathered him in her saliva, which eased her into taking his full length in her moth and down her throat.
She met his gaze with triumph in her eyes, letting him burn the sight of her with a mouthful of cock into his memory. Still holding his eyes, she moved along his length, spit-slick lips tight over his dick. Applying just a hint of pressure as she retreated down his meat. One hand cupped his ass, taking his faster and deeper, the other kept him pinned to shower wall, captive to her skill. She wanted him thick and throbbing, utterly consumed with need. Wanting her just as badly as she wanted him.
She knew what she wanted, and she wanted him mad for her. Wanted him consumed by a wicked lust, consumed by a fire that could only be sated by plowing her six ways to Sunday. So, while she started slowly, teasing him with her tongue, she didn’t hesitate to swallow him, working herself down inch by inch of his shaft. Her cheeks bulged with the effort, his girth a challenge and a reward. Bobbing her head, she slathered him in her saliva, which eased her into taking his full length in her moth and down her throat.
She met his gaze with triumph in her eyes, letting him burn the sight of her with a mouthful of cock into his memory. Still holding his eyes, she moved along his length, spit-slick lips tight over his dick. Applying just a hint of pressure as she retreated down his meat. One hand cupped his ass, taking his faster and deeper, the other kept him pinned to shower wall, captive to her skill. She wanted him thick and throbbing, utterly consumed with need. Wanting her just as badly as she wanted him.
TheCorsair
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Joe leaned back, staring down at Claudia as she watched him. Stared at her, hungrily watching her fuck him with her mouth. “Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, you give good head. You suck dick like a pro, don’t you.” His hands fisted in the dark tangles of her long red hair, and he groaned as he pulled him deeper into her throat. “Fuck, yeah. Suck my dick.” He gasped as her throat gripped his head. “That’s it. You want me to cum like this. Want me to empty my dick down your throat? I’ll bet my cum would look as good on your tits as on your ass, wouldn’t it?”
Without warning he dragged her off his cock, shoving her backwards. Her body arched over the sill of the walk-in shower, back on the bathroom floor and legs spread, water misting into the room as he shoved the curtain aside. She opened easily to his cock, and he growled as he buried himself completely in her with a single thrust. “Fuck. Your cunt feels even better than that hot mouth of yours,” he grunted, hands slipping over her wet hips as he tried to get a grip. “But I’ll fuck that mouth of yours later, don’t worry.”
His hips slammed into hers, shoving her back and forth on the linoleum as he drove his length into her. “You on the pill?” he demanded, nails dragging over her hips as he pulled her onto his meat with each thrust. “I wanna fuck my cum deep into you, Claudia. I wanna see your face when I cum in you.” He slammed into her again, hands sliding lower to grip her ass and lift her.
Without warning he dragged her off his cock, shoving her backwards. Her body arched over the sill of the walk-in shower, back on the bathroom floor and legs spread, water misting into the room as he shoved the curtain aside. She opened easily to his cock, and he growled as he buried himself completely in her with a single thrust. “Fuck. Your cunt feels even better than that hot mouth of yours,” he grunted, hands slipping over her wet hips as he tried to get a grip. “But I’ll fuck that mouth of yours later, don’t worry.”
His hips slammed into hers, shoving her back and forth on the linoleum as he drove his length into her. “You on the pill?” he demanded, nails dragging over her hips as he pulled her onto his meat with each thrust. “I wanna fuck my cum deep into you, Claudia. I wanna see your face when I cum in you.” He slammed into her again, hands sliding lower to grip her ass and lift her.
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Xanaphia
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The chill of linoleum was a shock after the heat of the shower, and Claudia hardly realized she was even on the floor before Joe pushed all that thick cock back in her. It was a delirious few moments of delight, clenching tight over his cock with each deep thrust. Her cries echoed in the confines of the bathroom, over the hiss of the running water, as loud as his filthy praise and hungry demands.
“Joe… God Joe…” For several heartbeats, that was all she could manage. His name, punctuating his momentum inside her. Her breasts jerked with the motion, wet flesh slapping wet flesh, until finally, she could find her voice to speak. “Fuck me hard, Joe. Use me hard!”
“You on the pill?”
The sting of his nails drew a hiss form her, but that pain gave her the focus to figure out his meaning. “Yeah,” she gasped out, pulling him into each stroke, craving the ache of his demanding pounding. “Cum in me. I want you to pump all that cum in me.” He lifted her ass off the floor, forcing her back on her shoulders. Her legs tightened around his waist, the blood rushing to her head making her pleasure all the more intense. “Fuck, Joe, use me until you get off in this cunt!”
“Joe… God Joe…” For several heartbeats, that was all she could manage. His name, punctuating his momentum inside her. Her breasts jerked with the motion, wet flesh slapping wet flesh, until finally, she could find her voice to speak. “Fuck me hard, Joe. Use me hard!”
“You on the pill?”
The sting of his nails drew a hiss form her, but that pain gave her the focus to figure out his meaning. “Yeah,” she gasped out, pulling him into each stroke, craving the ache of his demanding pounding. “Cum in me. I want you to pump all that cum in me.” He lifted her ass off the floor, forcing her back on her shoulders. Her legs tightened around his waist, the blood rushing to her head making her pleasure all the more intense. “Fuck, Joe, use me until you get off in this cunt!”
TheCorsair
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“You love it, don’t you?” he growled, picking up the pace as her legs tightened on his hips. The sight of her, her body heaving and breasts bouncing as he fucked her, was intoxicating. “You love being split open on this monster cock, don’t you? You love me using you like my personal fuck toy.”
“Fuck, Joe,” she moaned, the words coming in little gasps in time with his cock, “use me until you get off in this cunt!”
He leaned forward, hands sliding over her curves. One braced in the floor mat, the other tightened on her throat. “Just what I planned,” he growled, squeezing just enough to turn the creamy skin red. “I’m going to fuck myself in this tight cunt.” She tightened around him at that, thighs slipping over his hips and walls squeezing his cock. “I’m gonna fuck my cum right into you, Claudia.” God, the look in those green eyes.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he gasped, squeezing a little tighter. His hips battered hers, cock rooted in her and aching from the delicious feel of her taking every inch of it. “Enjoying yourself, Claudia?” He tightened his grip a little more, making her struggle for breath for a moment. “Cum with me, Claudia. Cum with me while I... empty my... my cock... Claudia!”
He arched his back as he climaxed, his meat slamming into her deep and hard. Her name echoed off the bathroom walls, as did his animal groans of pleasure as he pulsed within her, flooding her with his blood-warm cum.
“Fuck, Joe,” she moaned, the words coming in little gasps in time with his cock, “use me until you get off in this cunt!”
He leaned forward, hands sliding over her curves. One braced in the floor mat, the other tightened on her throat. “Just what I planned,” he growled, squeezing just enough to turn the creamy skin red. “I’m going to fuck myself in this tight cunt.” She tightened around him at that, thighs slipping over his hips and walls squeezing his cock. “I’m gonna fuck my cum right into you, Claudia.” God, the look in those green eyes.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he gasped, squeezing a little tighter. His hips battered hers, cock rooted in her and aching from the delicious feel of her taking every inch of it. “Enjoying yourself, Claudia?” He tightened his grip a little more, making her struggle for breath for a moment. “Cum with me, Claudia. Cum with me while I... empty my... my cock... Claudia!”
He arched his back as he climaxed, his meat slamming into her deep and hard. Her name echoed off the bathroom walls, as did his animal groans of pleasure as he pulsed within her, flooding her with his blood-warm cum.
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Xanaphia
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As her vision darkened and her breathing struggled, Claudia’s pleasure grew. A moment longer, and she’d pass out. Still she didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to let go, didn’t want him finish this savage fucking. There was no cry as she came, no air left in her lungs to cry out, but her body screamed out her ecstasy, quaking madly as each thrust demanded more of her.
The first sound she did make was an involuntary gasp when he finally released her throat, followed by desperate coughs and heaving breaths to refill her lungs. Orgasm still clenched around his softening cock, and her entire body sagged under the weight of her explosive climax.
Was it the hand wrapped around her throat? The delightfully rough plowing? His words, echoing what the killer had said? He couldn’t have known that would send her over the edge, right? Whatever it was, it more than fucking worked, and she pulled him into a kiss so she wouldn’t have to hear him apologize or excuse his behavior. She didn’t want rationality, not right now. She wanted feral, animalistic passion and sadistic hunger.
“Holy fuck Joe that fucking incredible,” she exhaled, slicking down damp tresses. “How’d you know I needed to be fucked like a cheap whore?” She had to be careful as she got up, because the entire bathroom was damp from the still running shower, and because he’d fucked her damn near sideways, and violated core muscles protested as she shifted to stand. “Shit, my vibrator never fucked me this hard.”
Limping just a touch, she turned off the shower and threw down some towels to soak up the overflow. “This can wait ‘til the morning… Did you want to crash here?” The question made her grimace, afraid of what he might say and afraid of what it would mean. Dammit, she didn’t need any complications. It was one thing to cum hard with his hands wrapped around her throat. It was another thing entirely to go to bed with his arms wrapped around her. That sounded nice, but she didn’t deserve nice. She deserved to be choked until she passed out and used until she couldn’t walk.
“Whatever you want, just let me know…”
The first sound she did make was an involuntary gasp when he finally released her throat, followed by desperate coughs and heaving breaths to refill her lungs. Orgasm still clenched around his softening cock, and her entire body sagged under the weight of her explosive climax.
Was it the hand wrapped around her throat? The delightfully rough plowing? His words, echoing what the killer had said? He couldn’t have known that would send her over the edge, right? Whatever it was, it more than fucking worked, and she pulled him into a kiss so she wouldn’t have to hear him apologize or excuse his behavior. She didn’t want rationality, not right now. She wanted feral, animalistic passion and sadistic hunger.
“Holy fuck Joe that fucking incredible,” she exhaled, slicking down damp tresses. “How’d you know I needed to be fucked like a cheap whore?” She had to be careful as she got up, because the entire bathroom was damp from the still running shower, and because he’d fucked her damn near sideways, and violated core muscles protested as she shifted to stand. “Shit, my vibrator never fucked me this hard.”
Limping just a touch, she turned off the shower and threw down some towels to soak up the overflow. “This can wait ‘til the morning… Did you want to crash here?” The question made her grimace, afraid of what he might say and afraid of what it would mean. Dammit, she didn’t need any complications. It was one thing to cum hard with his hands wrapped around her throat. It was another thing entirely to go to bed with his arms wrapped around her. That sounded nice, but she didn’t deserve nice. She deserved to be choked until she passed out and used until she couldn’t walk.
“Whatever you want, just let me know…”
TheCorsair
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This position had been fucking hot in the moment, when he’d been wildly fucking Claudia in a desperate frenzy. But now, with his orgasm past and the awkward reality of trying to support a sore back and aching thighs with one hand? Not so much.
Still hot. But not as hot.
“Holy fuck Joe that fucking incredible,” she exhaled, slicking down damp tresses. “How’d you know I needed to be fucked like a cheap whore?”
He carefully managed to sit back up, bracing one hand on the sink. “Just.... just a wild guess,” he managed, breathing hard. Cooling water sprayed down his back, showing they’d been at this long enough to drain the hot water heater. He fumbled around and shut the tap. “A pretty good guess, it turns out.”
She looked like she was limping as she stood up. “Shit,” she groaned, “my vibrator never fucked me this hard.”
“Maybe you aren’t using it right?” he grinned.
Grunting, she threw some towels down. The room was drenched, after all. “This can wait ‘til the morning… Did you want to crash here?”
The question caught him off guard. Did he? It’d feel goddamn weird, sharing a bed with her. Fucking hard was one thing, but that... well, it felt like this would start turning into a relationship instead of a one-night fling. And that could cause problems - not the least of which would be a requirement for one of them to change departments.
“Whatever you want, just let me know…”
Damnit. Now she sounded just as confused and scared as he did. And when he looked at her, looked into her eyes, he could see the worry there. He started to say something, but whatever it was vanished into a jaw-cracking yawn and a wave of dizziness. The murder had gotten him up way too damn early, and then Claudia had utterly worn him out.
“Yeah, I... I’d like that,” he finally said. “Long as there’s enough room.”
It turned out there was. She’d somehow managed to squeeze a queen-sized bed into the tiny bedroom in the shoebox apartment she managed on a cop’s salary, and he collapsed onto the comforter with a grunt. “Should set an alarm for six,” he said as he worked himself under the covers. “Need to get back home and shave and stuff, before roll call.”
She slid in as well, her bare skin smooth and warm against his. Despite his fatigue he felt a stirring of lust flow through him, making his cock twitch. Fuck. Now what? Should he kiss her goodnight? Damn, she smelled good. He stifled another yawn. “G’night,” he finally managed. And then he was asleep.
Still hot. But not as hot.
“Holy fuck Joe that fucking incredible,” she exhaled, slicking down damp tresses. “How’d you know I needed to be fucked like a cheap whore?”
He carefully managed to sit back up, bracing one hand on the sink. “Just.... just a wild guess,” he managed, breathing hard. Cooling water sprayed down his back, showing they’d been at this long enough to drain the hot water heater. He fumbled around and shut the tap. “A pretty good guess, it turns out.”
She looked like she was limping as she stood up. “Shit,” she groaned, “my vibrator never fucked me this hard.”
“Maybe you aren’t using it right?” he grinned.
Grunting, she threw some towels down. The room was drenched, after all. “This can wait ‘til the morning… Did you want to crash here?”
The question caught him off guard. Did he? It’d feel goddamn weird, sharing a bed with her. Fucking hard was one thing, but that... well, it felt like this would start turning into a relationship instead of a one-night fling. And that could cause problems - not the least of which would be a requirement for one of them to change departments.
“Whatever you want, just let me know…”
Damnit. Now she sounded just as confused and scared as he did. And when he looked at her, looked into her eyes, he could see the worry there. He started to say something, but whatever it was vanished into a jaw-cracking yawn and a wave of dizziness. The murder had gotten him up way too damn early, and then Claudia had utterly worn him out.
“Yeah, I... I’d like that,” he finally said. “Long as there’s enough room.”
It turned out there was. She’d somehow managed to squeeze a queen-sized bed into the tiny bedroom in the shoebox apartment she managed on a cop’s salary, and he collapsed onto the comforter with a grunt. “Should set an alarm for six,” he said as he worked himself under the covers. “Need to get back home and shave and stuff, before roll call.”
She slid in as well, her bare skin smooth and warm against his. Despite his fatigue he felt a stirring of lust flow through him, making his cock twitch. Fuck. Now what? Should he kiss her goodnight? Damn, she smelled good. He stifled another yawn. “G’night,” he finally managed. And then he was asleep.
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Xanaphia
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- Sep 28, 2013
The next morning was awkward.
Claudia stood in front of the coffee maker, watching it drip into the carafe, pretending that the open space next to it wasn’t the same place Joe had fucked her on just hours before. But the pleasant ache deep at her core couldn’t forget how he made her feel.
She’d woken up just before 6, and escaped to the kitchen to avoid the whole awkward waking up together situation. Which, admittedly, would only be delayed a few moments, until he awoke and came in here for some coffee. They were going to have to talk eventually this morning. She just hoped they weren’t going to have to talk about last night or what it meant or where they stood.
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t heard the rumors or jokes that they were fucking – though she imagined that he got the brunt of it. Idly, she wondered if he might make a comeback, now. Admit that he’d not only fucked her, but made her beg and scream for him. She sort of liked the idea of being a brag-worthy conquest.
But no. It was better if no one knew they had fucked. Or, were fucking? Would it happen again? The thought made her thighs throb. Yeah, she could go for another night like that.
Joe stumbled into the kitchen as she poured herself the first cup of coffee. She passed that one to him and pulled another mug out of the cupboard. “Milk and creamer are in the fridge, sugar’s on the counter,” she offered, trying to ignore how good the combination of dark eyes and bedhead made him look this morning.
Claudia stood in front of the coffee maker, watching it drip into the carafe, pretending that the open space next to it wasn’t the same place Joe had fucked her on just hours before. But the pleasant ache deep at her core couldn’t forget how he made her feel.
She’d woken up just before 6, and escaped to the kitchen to avoid the whole awkward waking up together situation. Which, admittedly, would only be delayed a few moments, until he awoke and came in here for some coffee. They were going to have to talk eventually this morning. She just hoped they weren’t going to have to talk about last night or what it meant or where they stood.
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t heard the rumors or jokes that they were fucking – though she imagined that he got the brunt of it. Idly, she wondered if he might make a comeback, now. Admit that he’d not only fucked her, but made her beg and scream for him. She sort of liked the idea of being a brag-worthy conquest.
But no. It was better if no one knew they had fucked. Or, were fucking? Would it happen again? The thought made her thighs throb. Yeah, she could go for another night like that.
Joe stumbled into the kitchen as she poured herself the first cup of coffee. She passed that one to him and pulled another mug out of the cupboard. “Milk and creamer are in the fridge, sugar’s on the counter,” she offered, trying to ignore how good the combination of dark eyes and bedhead made him look this morning.
TheCorsair
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It took a minute to work out where he was, and then another couple of minutes to come to terms with the fact that he really was where he was. In the cold grey light of dawn, last night seemed more and more like a terrible idea. Except that he knew he’d do it again, especially after last night. Hell. If Claudia was in bed with him he’d probably do it again right now.
Only after he sat up did he remember that his clothes were scattered all over her living room. Hers were too, but she lived here. She had other clothes. He was going to have to walk out there, bare-ass naked and hard as a rock from remembering last night, and try to act casual as he found his pants.
Joe sighed, and then he smelled the coffee. That settled it. Bare-ass naked and awkward or not, he needed coffee. So, biting the bullet, he climbed out of bed and made his way out into the living room. Claudia was in the kitchen, and his slacks were pooled on the floor by the tiny bar. He grabbed them and awkwardly pulled them on as he entered the kitchen.
“Milk and creamer are in the fridge, sugar’s on the counter,” she said, getting another mug out of the cabinet.
Joe awkwardly zipped up, his erection pressing awkwardly against the fabric. “Thanks,” he grunted, digging the milk out. A splash and two sugars later, he was sipping at his drink and leaning against the counter. The same one he’d bent her over last night, he realized
His cock twitched at the thought.
“So, uhm,” he managed, looking at her. Then he took another drink. Fuck. Why was this so hard. “Uhm... I, I don’t want this to, to change things.” He grimaced. “And fuck, that sounds goddamn stupid.”
The mug clunked as he sai it down. “Look, Claudia. You’re a damn good partner, and a good friend. And last night was amazing, but, well...”. He trailed off, drumming his fists on the bar. “Fuck, I sound like an idiot. I don’t want this to mess us up, you know?”
Only after he sat up did he remember that his clothes were scattered all over her living room. Hers were too, but she lived here. She had other clothes. He was going to have to walk out there, bare-ass naked and hard as a rock from remembering last night, and try to act casual as he found his pants.
Joe sighed, and then he smelled the coffee. That settled it. Bare-ass naked and awkward or not, he needed coffee. So, biting the bullet, he climbed out of bed and made his way out into the living room. Claudia was in the kitchen, and his slacks were pooled on the floor by the tiny bar. He grabbed them and awkwardly pulled them on as he entered the kitchen.
“Milk and creamer are in the fridge, sugar’s on the counter,” she said, getting another mug out of the cabinet.
Joe awkwardly zipped up, his erection pressing awkwardly against the fabric. “Thanks,” he grunted, digging the milk out. A splash and two sugars later, he was sipping at his drink and leaning against the counter. The same one he’d bent her over last night, he realized
His cock twitched at the thought.
“So, uhm,” he managed, looking at her. Then he took another drink. Fuck. Why was this so hard. “Uhm... I, I don’t want this to, to change things.” He grimaced. “And fuck, that sounds goddamn stupid.”
The mug clunked as he sai it down. “Look, Claudia. You’re a damn good partner, and a good friend. And last night was amazing, but, well...”. He trailed off, drumming his fists on the bar. “Fuck, I sound like an idiot. I don’t want this to mess us up, you know?”