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mickeymTitle: Some Like It Hot
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1200
Warnings: contains fisting
Disclaimer: Sadly, they're not mine.
Notes: Once again enabled by the Porn Brigade (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thenyxie, leighm, rivers_bend, aynslee and cormallen) *g* I wrote this on the fly for their amusement, then decided I would clean it up and smooth it out, and share with y'all, because Mondays practically require porn, so far as I'm concerned. Enjoy!
He'll never get used to this: to the sight of Jess kneeling between his legs, mouth working up and down his dick. Sam smoothes her hair back, long tendrils tickling the insides of his thighs, groaning when she hums and purrs and the vibrations shiver up and down his nerve endings.
"Love this," he manages, rocking his hips forward, upwards, wanting to fuck her mouth. Fuck anything.
He can't move too much; his sweats are down around his knees, fabric constricting movement. He's caught in Jess's trap, like a fly blundering around in the spider's web. The difference is, he doesn't want to get loose, ever.
"I can smell you," Sam whispers, reaching down to grasp a handful of long, blond hair. "Smell so fucking good, Jess. You wet? Getting all ready, just from going down on me?"
He nearly whimpers when she pulls off, lips shiny and red, and smiles at him. "So wet," she says, reaching between her legs. Her fingers glisten when she brings them back up; Sam growls low in his throat when she rubs them over his mouth.
Jess tastes like spice; like cinnamon and heat, with a heady, musky flavor mixed in. He sucks her fingers into his mouth, licking and nipping at them, sucking hard when she takes his cock back into her mouth.
"Play--do yourself." Sam makes himself hold still while Jess shifts around, and then he can hear it; her fingers moving through the slick of her pussy. He pictures her, open and wet, clit swelling as she gets more aroused. Each fold flushed with blood and gleaming wetly. In his mind's eye he pictures himself holding her open, licking her until she screams, begs, cries for more.
Jess swallows around his cock, and her arm moves faster, the slick sounds growing. Sam clenches his fingers in the handful of hair he's still holding and groans out a warning -- or tries. It comes out low, guttural, sound but not words. Jess gets it, though, takes him in, in, holding him in her throat and swallowing around him. He thrusts forward, hips wanting to snap fast, hard, drive into her, and comes just as she whines, low and desperate, shivers rippling through her.
Her mouth is wet with his come, smears of it streaking her lips, her chin. Jess can deep throat like nobody's business, but she can't swallow everything. It's okay, because Sam likes licking her clean, tasting himself mingled with her.
They kiss, hot and wet, messy, until Sam doesn't know where he stops and Jess begins. It's just them, cocooned in this hot, wet world that smells of sex, of lust, of love.
"C'mon," he says, drawing her up against him, then over. "Gonna make you feel so good, Jess." He kisses the words onto her mouth, her chin, her throat, working ever lower.
He brings her to the brink over and over, until she's swearing at him, begging, hips working up and up, and then Sam works two fingers into her pussy and one into her ass, and lips at her clit. Her shout as she comes makes his ears ring; she comes over and over for him, riding his fingers, his mouth; his chin and cheeks drenched with her juices.
He holds her there, breathing softly against her thighs, her cunt, spreading her with his fingers to blow onto her clit.
"More. Sam, please, more--" Jess writhes against the bed, shaking as she comes again.
Sam's lost track of how many times, now, but it's a lot. He shifts around until he's laying right between her thighs, and spreads her lips open. Her clit is swollen and erect, blushed dark red, like a tiny cock. Jess moans when he flicks his tongue against it, arching upward toward his mouth with a gasp when he suckles.
He eats her cunt, licking and sucking until Jess is bucking beneath him, body caught in a continuous loop of shudders, then Sam pushes three fingers inside, fucking upward. Jess grunts and *pushes* against him, meets each stroke. She keens low in her throat and freezes, and Sam feels each contraction as she comes again, liquid heat sliding over his fingers, his wrist.
"Sam, *please*," She gasps, straining forward. The hunger in her voice, in her eyes, in every line of her body ripples into him.
"What, baby? Tell me. Tell me what you want." He rubs his thumb over her clit; dips his head and licks at her wet, swollen folds.
"F-fist--ohGOD!" She wails the last word as her body contracts again, each one bringing another pulse of slick, slippery fluid.
Sam's drowning in her scent, in her taste, in *her*. "Okay, okay. Yeah, just--" The lube is still on the nightstand; the cap is even still off. Sam doesn't think they need much more -- Jess is so wet, already. But just in case. He twists his fingers, folds the fourth one in under and works inward slowly, listening to each breathy gasp, feeling every little jerk she makes.
Four fingers, and he folds his thumb under, leans in to lap at the moisture on her thighs. Bites gently, then harder, sucking heat to the surface as she opens around his hand. Another bite, and then Sam licks back up to Jess's cunt, inhaling the hot, wet, rich scent before lapping at her lips, at her clit. She cries out and arches up off the bed as Sam's hand slides fully inside, curling into a fist that he fucks inward gently at first, then a little faster.
"You feel so good," he mumbles, tongue working through soaked curls, teasing along the edges of sensitive tissues. "Taste good. Love tasting you, feeling you like this."
"God, *Sam*, yes." She grabs at his head with one hand, fingers twining through sweat-damp curls, and when Sam glances up, she's pinching and pulling her nipples with the other, back and forth between each breast. "Faster. Want it faster--"
Sam doesn't want to hurt her, but he also trusts Jess to tell him if it does hurt, so he twists his arm again; moves faster in and out. Each thrust bumps against warm, soft inner walls, and it takes only a minute or two before Jess is grunting again, pushing down to meet him. Her breathing goes even more ragged, harsh pants that echo around them, and then she's bearing down, straining, and Sam groans at the flood of liquid that wets them both.
He laps at the wetness as he slides his hand carefully, slowly, out, then leans in to lick gently at the red, stretched muscle. Jess quivers under him, panting and whimpering, and it's those quiet sounds as much as anything that get to him; he barely has time to jerk his sweats down and get his fingers around his dick before he's coming, vision going a little spotty as his body spasms.
Sam wakes a little while later -- with no memory of falling asleep -- to Jess stretching and pulling the quilt up over them. He smiles in the darkness and sighs contentedly when she spoons back against him, already mostly asleep again.
~fin~
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1200
Warnings: contains fisting
Disclaimer: Sadly, they're not mine.
Notes: Once again enabled by the Porn Brigade (
thenyxie, leighm, rivers_bend, aynslee and cormallen) *g* I wrote this on the fly for their amusement, then decided I would clean it up and smooth it out, and share with y'all, because Mondays practically require porn, so far as I'm concerned. Enjoy!He'll never get used to this: to the sight of Jess kneeling between his legs, mouth working up and down his dick. Sam smoothes her hair back, long tendrils tickling the insides of his thighs, groaning when she hums and purrs and the vibrations shiver up and down his nerve endings.
"Love this," he manages, rocking his hips forward, upwards, wanting to fuck her mouth. Fuck anything.
He can't move too much; his sweats are down around his knees, fabric constricting movement. He's caught in Jess's trap, like a fly blundering around in the spider's web. The difference is, he doesn't want to get loose, ever.
"I can smell you," Sam whispers, reaching down to grasp a handful of long, blond hair. "Smell so fucking good, Jess. You wet? Getting all ready, just from going down on me?"
He nearly whimpers when she pulls off, lips shiny and red, and smiles at him. "So wet," she says, reaching between her legs. Her fingers glisten when she brings them back up; Sam growls low in his throat when she rubs them over his mouth.
Jess tastes like spice; like cinnamon and heat, with a heady, musky flavor mixed in. He sucks her fingers into his mouth, licking and nipping at them, sucking hard when she takes his cock back into her mouth.
"Play--do yourself." Sam makes himself hold still while Jess shifts around, and then he can hear it; her fingers moving through the slick of her pussy. He pictures her, open and wet, clit swelling as she gets more aroused. Each fold flushed with blood and gleaming wetly. In his mind's eye he pictures himself holding her open, licking her until she screams, begs, cries for more.
Jess swallows around his cock, and her arm moves faster, the slick sounds growing. Sam clenches his fingers in the handful of hair he's still holding and groans out a warning -- or tries. It comes out low, guttural, sound but not words. Jess gets it, though, takes him in, in, holding him in her throat and swallowing around him. He thrusts forward, hips wanting to snap fast, hard, drive into her, and comes just as she whines, low and desperate, shivers rippling through her.
Her mouth is wet with his come, smears of it streaking her lips, her chin. Jess can deep throat like nobody's business, but she can't swallow everything. It's okay, because Sam likes licking her clean, tasting himself mingled with her.
They kiss, hot and wet, messy, until Sam doesn't know where he stops and Jess begins. It's just them, cocooned in this hot, wet world that smells of sex, of lust, of love.
"C'mon," he says, drawing her up against him, then over. "Gonna make you feel so good, Jess." He kisses the words onto her mouth, her chin, her throat, working ever lower.
He brings her to the brink over and over, until she's swearing at him, begging, hips working up and up, and then Sam works two fingers into her pussy and one into her ass, and lips at her clit. Her shout as she comes makes his ears ring; she comes over and over for him, riding his fingers, his mouth; his chin and cheeks drenched with her juices.
He holds her there, breathing softly against her thighs, her cunt, spreading her with his fingers to blow onto her clit.
"More. Sam, please, more--" Jess writhes against the bed, shaking as she comes again.
Sam's lost track of how many times, now, but it's a lot. He shifts around until he's laying right between her thighs, and spreads her lips open. Her clit is swollen and erect, blushed dark red, like a tiny cock. Jess moans when he flicks his tongue against it, arching upward toward his mouth with a gasp when he suckles.
He eats her cunt, licking and sucking until Jess is bucking beneath him, body caught in a continuous loop of shudders, then Sam pushes three fingers inside, fucking upward. Jess grunts and *pushes* against him, meets each stroke. She keens low in her throat and freezes, and Sam feels each contraction as she comes again, liquid heat sliding over his fingers, his wrist.
"Sam, *please*," She gasps, straining forward. The hunger in her voice, in her eyes, in every line of her body ripples into him.
"What, baby? Tell me. Tell me what you want." He rubs his thumb over her clit; dips his head and licks at her wet, swollen folds.
"F-fist--ohGOD!" She wails the last word as her body contracts again, each one bringing another pulse of slick, slippery fluid.
Sam's drowning in her scent, in her taste, in *her*. "Okay, okay. Yeah, just--" The lube is still on the nightstand; the cap is even still off. Sam doesn't think they need much more -- Jess is so wet, already. But just in case. He twists his fingers, folds the fourth one in under and works inward slowly, listening to each breathy gasp, feeling every little jerk she makes.
Four fingers, and he folds his thumb under, leans in to lap at the moisture on her thighs. Bites gently, then harder, sucking heat to the surface as she opens around his hand. Another bite, and then Sam licks back up to Jess's cunt, inhaling the hot, wet, rich scent before lapping at her lips, at her clit. She cries out and arches up off the bed as Sam's hand slides fully inside, curling into a fist that he fucks inward gently at first, then a little faster.
"You feel so good," he mumbles, tongue working through soaked curls, teasing along the edges of sensitive tissues. "Taste good. Love tasting you, feeling you like this."
"God, *Sam*, yes." She grabs at his head with one hand, fingers twining through sweat-damp curls, and when Sam glances up, she's pinching and pulling her nipples with the other, back and forth between each breast. "Faster. Want it faster--"
Sam doesn't want to hurt her, but he also trusts Jess to tell him if it does hurt, so he twists his arm again; moves faster in and out. Each thrust bumps against warm, soft inner walls, and it takes only a minute or two before Jess is grunting again, pushing down to meet him. Her breathing goes even more ragged, harsh pants that echo around them, and then she's bearing down, straining, and Sam groans at the flood of liquid that wets them both.
He laps at the wetness as he slides his hand carefully, slowly, out, then leans in to lick gently at the red, stretched muscle. Jess quivers under him, panting and whimpering, and it's those quiet sounds as much as anything that get to him; he barely has time to jerk his sweats down and get his fingers around his dick before he's coming, vision going a little spotty as his body spasms.
Sam wakes a little while later -- with no memory of falling asleep -- to Jess stretching and pulling the quilt up over them. He smiles in the darkness and sighs contentedly when she spoons back against him, already mostly asleep again.
~fin~
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Date: 2008-02-13 08:48 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2008-03-02 04:39 am (UTC)Also? Your icon is quite disturbing *g* But very cool :)