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NGL prompts - Lucy buttdials Tim while 💥💥 Tim ditches Ashley to go see her and 🍆💦 and while they are doing it YPF calls and Tim continues to 🍆 her down — bonus, Tim sees Lucy’s tattoos and piercings for the first time
He smiled tightly at Ashley as he felt for his phone vibrating in his pocket. He had thought ignoring it would have given whoever was calling the hint he wasn’t available. Grey was on call while the night shift Watch Commander was on leave.
“Send it to voicemail.” She insisted.
“I can’t.” He grumbled.
“It’s fine, Tim. Just answer it, then.” Tim could see the strain in her smile, knew that while she said it, she didn’t really mean it.
“I’m sorry.” He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he stepped away from the dinner table.
He didn’t often go to Ashley’s—it was bland, boring, and faintly had a theme of the beach. Which made sense, seeing as the beach was a good majority of her personality.
“Bradford.” He said into the phone, ducking into the hallway that led to the front door.
“Shit…”
That was awfully breathy, Tim noted, as he pulled his phone away from his ear. He hadn’t double checked the screen to see who it was that was calling. “Lucy?”
“Uhhh…. Shit.” Soft sighs traveled through the phone and into his ear.
His skin felt tingly and his fingers tightened on his phone. What wrong with her?
“Oh my god!”
“Lucy?” He called into the phone, a little louder, but not loud enough for his voice to carry. Ashley wasn’t a huge fan of his work companion. He couldn’t help it if they’d developed a shorthand over the years.
“God, this is too good. Shit, shit.”
Tim’s eyebrows flew into his hairline. He felt his jaw drop, his feet shifting to relieve some of the pressure he felt suddenly in his pants. Was she….?
“Ah, ah, ahhh…. Tim.”
Holy shit. Holy shit! She was! To him? About him?
He pulled at the collar of his shirt, suddenly feeling all too warm, but continued to hold his phone against his ear. His brain felt like it shortcircuited—all he could hear was Lucy coming—over what? Her fingers? A vibrator? To him?
“Shit, oh my god. Yes!”
Tim’s heart thundered in his chest, his blood whooshed in his ears before suddenly plummeting to other places on his body. Shit. He needed to—
“Tim?” He heard from behind him and suddenly his skin felt cold. Shit. He was at his girlfriend’s house listening to his aide get off (to him!) on the phone and all he could think about was what she was using: her fingers or a vibrator? And wishing it was him. Shit.
“Ash, I’m sorry—there’s… there’s an emergency and I have to go.” He said quickly, pressing end on the call even though it killed him to do it. “I’ll call you, okay?” He turned, shifting so she couldn’t see the obvious emergency in his pants, and placed a chaste kiss to her cheek.
He headed out through the door before she could get a word in otherwise and pulled his keys from his pocket. He didn’t think he’d ever turned the engine over faster, short of an actual work emergency, and was pulling away from the curb in under thirty seconds.
Lucy. Lucy masturbating. Lucy masturbating to him. Imagining him. Shit.
He palmed himself through his jeans with one hand while the other gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. He felt absolutely out of his mind thinking of Lucy dipping her fingers into her, stroking herself to the thought of him. To him! Not the youth pastor she was dating, albeit that was his own fault.
He’d tried to push the rush he felt on the double date with her out of his mind. He knew that Ashley had hated the experience, after all, that was originally supposed to be her dinner with her friends. Instead Tim invited Lucy and the first guy he saw to go in their stead.
He never thought she’d… continue to go out with him. That was supposed to piss her off and instead just pissed him off.
Before he had a chance to realize that his mind had subconsciously caused him to drive to Lucy’s apartment building, he was already out of his truck and stalking into the lobby. Tim sidestepped the elevator and took the stairs two at a time, hitting the sixth floor quickly.
Apartment 610. Where Lucy had just fucked herself while he listened on the phone. Holy shit.
Now that he was standing in front of the door, his mind having had a moment to settle with the adrenaline and ache hearing her had caused in him, he hesitated.
He could have misunderstood the sighs, the gasps, the breathing. This was a gross, ethical dilemma that he could walk away from right now. What business did he have to be standing at her apartment door? She had a boyfriend. He had a girlfriend.
He huffed a breath out, his heart pounding in his chest, other parts of him pounding in his pants. This was a bad idea. He needed to go home and let off some steam—
“Did you forget your keys?”
Lucy’s apartment door swung open, and suddenly Tim was awash with the flickers of candles lit in the apartment, his eyes drinking in the sight of Lucy in a thigh length, silk kimono.
Shit.
“Tim? What are you…?”
Tim swallowed, heavily, his fingers clenching into fists beside his thighs. His eyes traveled from the tips of her toes, up the long line of her shins, to her thighs, greedily drinking in the sight of yellow silk resting so close to where he—
“Tim? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
His eyes snapped from where he knew the apex of her thighs was, taking a detour to take in the sight of her chest that was visible through the wrap of the kimono before hitting her eyes.
“Is that a tattoo?” He asked, suddenly, abruptly.
Lucy’s chin tilted down, taking in her state of dress, or lack thereof, and shuffled her arms, pulling the sides of her kimono closer together. “Ah, yes. Um…”
He stepped forward, one of his hands unclenching, and gripped the fabric at her sternum. “I want to see it.” He said, pulling lightly at the fabric. He’d lost his mind the second she opened the door. There was no going home for him, there was no ignoring the raw chemistry he felt.
She was magnetic.
“Tim, I—it's in a pretty, um, intimate place.” She protested lightly, her hand reaching to his and closing her fingers over his hand.
“I heard you.” He said, stepping forward, leaving Lucy no option but to step backwards into the apartment.
“W-what?”
“On the phone. You called me. I heard you.”
Lucy’s mouth dropped, her fingers tightening over his. “I didn’t!” She protested, her face flushed. With embarrassment? From the endorphins of her orgasm? Anger?
Tim dipped his head towards her, and when she didn’t move away, he fully invaded her space, rubbing his nose through her hair, bringing his free hand to her hip. “I heard you. Sighing, gasping, Lucy.” He said quietly, the hand held hostage by hers breaking free and pulling at the fabric again. “You moaned my name.”
“I-I….” She stuttered, gripping the fabric of his chest over his shirt. He couldn’t tell if she was gearing up to shove him away or pull him closer.
“I liked it, Lucy.” He told her, his lips ghosting over her temple, down to her jaw. Subconsciously, he was sure, she tilted her head to the side, allowing him access to her neck. He sucked the flesh of her tattoo into his mouth and tightened his hand on her hip, pulling her flush against his front. “Can you feel how much I liked it?”
Lucy let out the tiniest of moans, setting a fire flashing through his veins. “Yes. I can feel it.” She breathed, her hips pressing against him.
“I want to see your tattoo. Are you going to show me?”
Lucy tilted her head back, pulling away slightly. Her eyes flicked over his face, looking for something, whatever it was, to understand what was going to happen and did she want it to happen.
“Shut the door first.” She told him quietly and Tim dropped the fabric from his hand and turned to the apartment door, shutting it softly and sliding the deadbolt into place.
He turned back to her, his back resting against the door and let his eyes traverse her body slowly. He was going to savor the vision of her in yellow silk, her thighs exposed, her hair tumbling down over her shoulders, messy and unkempt.
Her hands settled on the tie of her kimono and his eyes watched every slight movement. His skin was warm, his breath unsteady even though he hadn’t done anything yet. He was so incredibly turned on by the sounds she’d made over the phone and by the sight in front of him. He was aching to touch her—to touch her how she’d envisioned when she came.
“Show me.” He requested again, his eyes zeroing in on where he’d seen the flash of black ink.
She took a steadying breath before slipping the knot loose and allowing the tie to drop. The silk slipped away from itself, draping over her chest and showing a slim stretch of her body from throat to pussy. His cock throbbed at the sight of her exposed in front of him, his eyes memorizing the sight.
His mouth felt dry, his lips parted and he pushed away from the door. His hands ran up the fabric on her arms, the silk simultaneously cool and warm to his touch, before stopping on her shoulders. He caught her eye as he pulled on the fabric, waiting for any flinch, any hesitation that she wasn’t okay with this.
Finding none, he guided the silk down her biceps, abandoning it once it hit her elbows, letting gravity take care of the rest. His eyes didn’t immediately leave hers, instead he pressed forward further, pushing her gently against the kitchen counter, his hands moving to her hair, and luring her into their first kiss.
He pushed himself against her, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against the soft, exposed flesh, and bit down on her lower lip, causing her mouth to open. He invaded her with his tongue, exploring this new facet of their relationship with the devotion and care he took to training her.
He was thorough in everything he did.
He felt her hips flex against him and couldn’t help the smile from forming on his lips. “Tell me how you came.” He whispered when his mouth broke away from hers, his lips kissing down her throat. “Tell me if it was on your fingers.”
Lucy gasped when his teeth connected with an exposed nipple as his other hand groped and pet at her other breast. “Ah, yes. My fingers.”
“Fuck!” He hissed when his fingers found the hoop pierced through her nipple with his fingers.
Tim’s mouth moved to the center of her chest, the tattoo in the center of her sternum enchanting him. The flat of his tongue licked over the inked flesh before his lips kissed it reverently. “This is so sexy, Lucy.” He groaned, nipping at the underside of her breast.
“Oh my god.” She moaned when Tim’s mouth closed over her pierced nipple.
Her fingers threaded into his hair, holding him against her chest and he was all too happy to oblige. He’d never had a partner with body piercings outside of their ears, or tattoos, and Lucy had both.
His teeth tugged at the ring, eliciting gasps and gentle movements of her hips against his body. “God, fuck, I love this.” He groaned, pulling away from her tit with a smack of his lips.
His mouth found the splotchy ink of her day of death mark, and he pressed his lips against it. He kissed it to make it make sense, that she was in front of him, naked and alive, and that somehow over the years he was finding himself on his knees, ready to worship at the altar of her hips.
His tongue swept over the planes of her stomach, dipping into her belly button quickly before finding its new home against the joint of her hip and thigh, where more inked flesh awaited his attention. Lucy’s fingernails scraped against his scalp as his breath blew against her, hot and wanting. His lips pressed against the ink, gently sucking flesh into his mouth but hard enough to bring blood to the surface.
“Can I?” He asked against her skin, slipping his hand between her thighs and caressing her, his fingers slowly inching closer to where he wanted to bury them.
“God, please.” She moaned, sliding her feet against the tile floor, opening herself up to his perusal.
“Tell me what you were thinking about, Lucy, when you came all over your fingers thinking about me.”
Her fingers tightened against his skin, slipping down his neck and digging into his shoulder. “I was thinking about your mouth. Your fingers.” She breathed as Tim’s finger slipped between her legs and pressing against her.
“More.” He demanded before kissing the front of her thigh, his nose brushing against her mons.
“I thought… I thought what you’d think when you saw—“
“Fuck!” He hissed when his fingers connected with metal. “Fuck, oh my god. Your clit?” He groaned, rubbing his finger roughly against it, biting her flesh into his mouth. He was never going back, he wanted to live on his knees before her, his mouth attached to her skin.
Lucy let out a soft whimper, her nails continuing to bite into his flesh. “Please, I need it.”
Tim was out of his mind with lust, his fingers moving from her hood to sinking inside of her as his mouth followed their path. “Fucking tell me what you want. Jesus. It’s yours.”
Lucy’s body seemed to shake with restraint and pleasure has his fingers curled inside of her. “Shit, god, your mouth, Tim. I thought of you fucking me with your tongue and it got me so hot I had to—“
Tim needed no further invitation, no further prodding. He attacked his mouth to her clit, his tongue flicking over the metal that adorned it. He sucked roughly, the flat of his tongue licking over her to heighten the pleasure of his fingers digging, curling, fucking into her.
He wanted her to come all over his face until he forgot his own name. He’d never felt so out of his body, so consumed with desire. Sex had always been enjoyable, he’d always sought out the comfort of release, but Lucy was a volcano and he wanted to be Pompeii. He wanted her to cover him the ashes of her orgasm.
Fuck.
He was on his knees, his mouth fucking his aide, and minimally aware they were both in relationships with other people. He was doing, being, everything he hated.
But he couldn’t, wouldn’t, stop. He lived here now, between her thighs.
He nipped at her before his tongue joined his fingers. He didn’t know if he had ever imagined how she’d taste but he knew that if he had, nothing would compare to what he was experiencing now.
Lucy’s hips rocked against his mouth and fingers, his nose brushing against the metal adorning her clit and eliciting long, low means of pleasure from her. He was going to remember this for the rest of his life.
“Tim, I need—“
“Tell me. Tell me what you need me to give you.” He groaned, his words vibrating against her.
She let out a dry sob, her elbows dropping onto the kitchen counter, her hips jerking forward against his mouth. “I need you to make me come—I—I shit, oh my god.”
Tim thrust another finger into her, doubling down with his tongue and teeth. His free hand slid from her thigh to between her them. He let his hand sweep through his saliva and her precome, coating his fingers, before he slipped between her cheeks, pressing his fingertips into her.
“Yes, yes. That.” She moaned, undulating against his hands and mouth.
He felt her begin to seize up with the anticipation of her orgasm, her thighs tightening. Gasps and sighs escaped from her as she rocked against him, his hands coaxing her up and through it when she finally shattered under his administrations. Her body sagged with relief, her skin coated in a thin sheen of perspiration.
He caught his own breath, his tongue lazily licking against her as he regained control of her body, his teeth scraping against the decoration of her clit. “This is so sexy.” He told her, pressing a kiss against her before he moved away to stand.
He left her against the island to regain the strength she was going to need, and quickly washed his hands in the sink. He turned to her, drinking in the sight of her.
Her chest was heaving and her eyes were half lidded. Her eyes focused on his crotch and suddenly he was painfully aware of exactly how much he was turned on. “You’re still dressed.”
He nodded his head slowly. He was. “I’m going to stay dressed until you tell me that you’re okay with what I want to do to you.” He told her simply.
Lucy’s head tilted to the side, her eyes traveling from his face, to his chest, lingering on the bulge in his pants. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
Tim let his hand cup his dick through the denim, relieving the ache he felt like he’d had for hours now. “I want to fuck your mouth, for starters.” He said, pressing his hand harder against himself. “I want to shove my cock so far down your throat your eyes water and saliva seeps out of your mouth, dripping down to your tits.”
Lucy pulled her hair away from her neck, wrapping it around her fist before dropping it and running her hand over her chest, stopping to play with the jewelry on her nipple. “I want that.”
Tim grinned, and it felt somewhat lecherous. Satisfied. He began unbuckling his belt and the button of his jeans. He lowered the zipper and immediately the relief of no constriction soothed part of his ache. “Then I want to get you on your hands and knees and I want to turn your ass red, spanking you for all of the insubordination. Your sass.”
“Yes.”
Tim pulled the hem of his shirt up before grabbing the back of his collar and ripping it over his head. He dropped it to the floor and enjoyed watching Lucy’s eyes take in his stomach, enjoyed the way they lingered where the waistband of his boxers were visible beneath the open denim.
“Then I’m going to fuck you, Lucy. I’m going to sink my cock so deep into you that you’re going to feel it in your throat. I’m going to make you forget that you have a boyfriend.” He snarled, disgusted, even though that was his fault.
“Are you going to forget you have a girlfriend?” She asked, pushing away from the counter and stopping just short of him.
He gave a short nod, his eyebrow arching, his hand reaching for hers. He guided it to his cock, pressing her palm against him and let the feeling of her fingers groping at him run through his veins. “I forgot about her the second I heard you panting for me on the phone.” He groaned a little, arching his hips into her hand. “This is only for you. The second you tell me yes, this it it. No takebacks, no going back to the youth pastor. I’m going to own every orgasm you have.”
“You already do.”
“What?” He asked dumbly, his hands gripping the counter.
She shrugged lightly, removing her hand from his cock and pushing down the denim and boxers from his hips. “I think about you.”
“When?” He held her shoulders as he toed his shoes off, looking down at her as she guided the rest of his clothes to his ankles.
“I’ve only come to thoughts of you since I met you.”
He felt his eyebrows touch his hairline as he looked down at her, on her knees in front of him. “While touching yourself, Lucy?”
“No.” Her hand danced up his leg, rubbing his thigh, before tightening around the base of his cock. “Not just when I get myself off. During sex, too.”
His breath hissed out of him when her thumb swiped over the slit of his cock. “Shit, that’s gonna go to my head.” He groaned.
“It should. Look at you, Tim.”
He was too busy looking at her, looking at her hand on his cock. “Open your mouth.” He demanded, his hips flexing back and forth, forcing her hand to rub over him.
She looked at him through her lashes before slowly dropping her jaw. He gripped the base of his dick, angling himself towards the tip of her tongue. “Last chance to change your mi—“
His words disappeared from his mouth the second her lips closed around the head of his cock. Fucking Christ. “Shit, look at you.” He groaned, threading his fingers through her hair, holding it away from her face. “Brace yourself, I’ve got a lot to give you.” He murmured, his hands tightening.
She hummed and the vibrations radiated through him, causing his ass to clench and his hips to thrust forward, burying himself in her mouth. Her nose touched his pelvis and she gagged around him. His eyes rolled with how good it felt to bottom out in her throat, warm and wet and soft and shit. “Let me see those tears, baby.” He groaned, staring down at her. “Open your eyes. Show me.”
He watched her eyes water as she slowly bobbed back and forth over his cock, slipping her tongue around him, hallowing her cheeks. Tim pushed and pulled into her, relishing in the sensation, the view of her saliva and his precome dripping down her chin. It was everything he wanted to see. To see his former boot on her knees in front of him, his current aide. Shit. There was no turning back. He wanted to consume her, all of her.
“I’ve jerked off so much to this thought, Lucy. You on your knees, giving me head, shit. Nothing compared to the real thing. Fuck—“ he snarled, snapping his hips when her teeth grazed over his sensitive flesh. “I’m going to come—you’re gonna swallow it, okay, baby?”
She hummed again, her hand rolling his balls against her palm and he was lost. His fingers clutched at her scalp, holding her head in place as he fucked her mouth, the wet sounds driving him further to divinity.
He felt her against him as he finished, his chest heaving with the force of his orgasm, memorizing the sensation of her swallowing against him, even though he had no plans to ever lose her in this newfound way.
His grip loosened, his hands falling to her jaw. He swiped some of his mess from her lip before bringing it to his own mouth and sucking his fingers clean. He helped her to her feet, finally able to kick free of his pants that had been pooled at his ankles and pulled her in for a kiss.
It was sloppy and wet, dirty and debauched. Their hands groped over each others bodies, Tim’s hand immediately gravitating back to the piercing between her legs, flicking her lightly to cause her to gasp.
“Still good?” He asked, dipping his fingers into her before withdrawing suddenly.
“Yeah.” She confirmed, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding his face close to hers as she kissed him harder, more thoroughly.
He slid his hands to the back of her thighs and hoisted her against him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He stumbled for a tiny bit, clutching her against him as she shifted against him, his cock slipping through the tackiness that coated the insides of her thighs.
He walked them towards her bedroom, hitting her gently against the doorframe as he fumbled with the knob. The head of his cock dipped into her as he moved and he choked on a moan as she shifted her hips, pulling him deeper.
“Shit, Lucy. I have so much I want to do to you first—“
He dropped her onto the bed, watching with rapture as she bounced, her tits jiggling with the movement, his eyes capturing the glint of the metal. She propped herself on her elbows and stared up at him. “But there is going to be so much more time to do it.” She protested, running the palm of her hand over the skin of her stomach, from under her breast to her hip bone. “I thought you said this was no takebacks?”
Fuck. She was right. He could fuck her however he wanted, whenever he wanted after this. He’d break up with Ashley, she’d break up with the youth pastor, and they could just be together.
“When are you going to break up with the Rookie ADA?”
“When are you going to break up with the lifeguard?”
Tim bit his lip, glancing to his left and spotting her phone resting on the pillow. “Now.”
Her jaw dropped. “Now?” She asked, aghast. “We’re kind of in the middle of something.”
“Now.” He said again, turning on his heel and stalking back into the kitchen to grab his wallet and phone. He heard Lucy grumbling and moving in her bedroom and moved quickly back. “Ah, ah.” He tutted, tossing his phone onto her bed, but keeping his wallet in his hand.
“I thought you were—“
He shook his head, opening his wallet and pulling out a few condoms. “You’re going to call Chris while I’m fucking you.” He told her, ripping the foil open. “And then I’m going call Ashley while you’re coming around my cock.”
Lucy’s jaw was open, her eyes glazing over. He pinched the tip of his condom and rolled it down his cock. “Now tell me how you want to fuck me for the first time, baby.”
She raised herself to her knees, and grabbed for him. He went willingly into her arms, his mouth connecting with hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He groaned against her when he felt her pull at his hips. She broke away from him with a smack of her lips. “I want to ride you.” She bit at his lip with force before kissing the sting away.
He moved to sit on the bed, his back resting against her headboard and helped get her situated on his lap. “Such a good choice.” He groaned, his hands flexing on her hips as she rubbed her pussy over his dick.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and she looked between them with mild distaste. “Do you always use condoms?” She asked during a particularly rough jerk of her hips.
His fingers bit into her skin tightly and he was convinced that his fingerprints would be left in his wake. “Yeah. Ever since Isabel—“
“I don’t want it.” She cut him off, her hands reaching between them and running over the latex. “Can I?”
He felt his mouth open in surprise. He’d… he hadn’t even had the thought that they’d have sex without a condom. It had always been a given for him until he was married and now he wasn’t married and…
He swallowed, his eyes flicking over her face. It wasn’t often that he was struck speechless and off guard. “Your birth control? Chris?”
“Nexplanon… I’ve never—“ she trailed off, taking a breath. “I’ve never wanted to. Before.”
His fingers flexed on her hips, his hips undulating underneath her. He’d said no takebacks and he’d meant it. “Take it off.”
She rewarded him with a smile, leaning against him and kissing him roughly. The metal in her nipple grazed against him and he felt his eyes roll back in his head. Yeah. Yeah. No condom so he could feel every inch of her.
He felt the latex stripped away from him, replaced by the wetness of her pussy rubbing against his shaft, and fuck, if that wasn’t the best thing he’d ever felt. The tip of his cock nudged against the adornment of her clit and he felt himself leak with excitement. “Shit, that’s so good.” He groaned, lowly, his head hitting the top of the headboard.
Lucy rolled her hips on top of him, his cock becoming soaked with her desire for him, his head notching her, ready to slip in. He moved his hand off her hip and grabbed her cellphone, holding it out to her. “Call him.”
She took her phone from him, her eyes glancing from his, to her phone, to where she was ready and eager to fuck him. With a deep breath, she opened her phone and selected his contact and pressed call.
“Speaker phone.” He said, plucking the phone from her hand and pressing the button. He set the phone down and let his hand grip her hip again. The second he heard the ‘Hey, Luce!’ he held her steady and thrust roughly into her.
“Ah!” She gasped, her breath startled out of her. Her hands clenched into his shoulders as her pussy clamped down at the sudden intrusion.
“Lucy? You okay?”
“You gotta answer him.” Tim whispered, shifting his hips, guiding hers against him.
“Ah, yeah, um, ahh, sorry.” Lucy tumbled over her words. “I’m, ugh—“
“Are you feeling okay? You sound out of breath.”
“Yes!” She whimpered to Tim after a perfectly positioned thrust that had his pelvis hitting her clit piercing. “Sorry—I’m, I’m distracted.”
Tim’s mouth latched around her pierced nipple while she rode him, eliciting soft sighs and moans.
“That’s okay. Sorry I got out of court late and had to stay at the office. But hey, I’m heading out now and I heard great reviews about this late night donut shop—“
“Chris, I don’t want to see you anymore!” She broke out suddenly. She threw her head back and the ends of her hair tickled Tim’s thighs.
“Wait… what? You want to break up? Why? Is this because of the song? Because I told you that it’s just because I’d been prepping for the—“
Tim’s heart seized in his chest. Lucy had never mentioned anything about that fucking song or anything regarding that fucking dick mentioning it in her presence. His hand snapped out and grabbed at her jaw, forcing her to look at him. He saw the look wash over her face. “Now.” He whispered sternly.
“That didn’t help.” She sighed. “Look, we’re just not compatible—“
“I told you we could buy some toys and I can learn—“
“That’s…. that, ah, won’t be enough—“
“Is this because of Bradford?”
Tim’s eyebrow quirked, and he felt the smirk lift the corner of his mouth. Was he a point of contention in her relationship like she was in his?
“Honestly, yeah. It is. I wish you well.” Lucy pressed her phone to the red end call button and shoved her phone away. “God, you feel so good, Tim.” She moaned, scraping her teeth over his jaw.
He jerked her over him roughly, enjoying the sensation of her hips bouncing and gyrating over him. “Your pussy is awfully tight, baby. Feels like no one’s ever been here before.”
One of her hands pressed against the front of his throat, using it as leverage as she continued to move over him. She was holding down on his windpipe just enough to make hol breathless. “God, I’ve missed being fucked, Tim. Oh my god.”
He pushed forward, letting Lucy land on her back while his palm protected the back of her head from banging against the footboard. His hips snapped into her roughly, causing her to move over the comforter. Her arms reached behind her and gripped the rails of the bed frame, using it to hold her in place as he continued to fuck her.
“I’m gonna call Ashley. You’ve gotta be a good girl and be quiet when you come on my cock.”
She moaned, her leg creeping from around his waist to her calf on his shoulder. He sunk deeper into her, his balls slapping against her skin as he slammed into her, deeper, harder.
“Hello?”
“Ash, it’s Tim.” He said before biting down on his lip when he felt Lucy’s hand slip between them and begin to rub against her clit.
“Everything okay? You left so quickly—“
“Ash, I’m calling to tell you that I can’t see you anymore.” Blunt, straight to the point.
“What?”
“You can toss my stuff and I’ll have Angela drop your stuff off at the tower.”
He felt Lucy’s pussy begin to clench down tightly around his cock and it took effort to keep driving into her, she was close, he was close. He dropped his head to lick at the tattoo between her tits.
“You are unbelievable—“
“Fuck!” He groaned, his orgasm ripping through him so suddenly, he hardly knew it was coming until it was too late.
His come leaking into her caused Lucy’s hips to rocket off the bed, her own orgasm taking hold of her in a half cry, half gasp.
“Are you… are you having sex—“
“I gotta go.” He groaned, grabbing for his phone and hitting the end call button.
His head dropped onto her chest, his body weak and boneless from the force of his release. Over the panting and heavy breathing and thudding of blood in his ears and the beat of her heart, he heard his phone buzzing.
He ignored it.
“Fuck.” He repeated, sucking her tit into his mouth and lathing attention to her piercing, again, because he was a man possessed.
Lucy’s fingers scraped through the buzzed hair at the base of his neck. She was high on endorphins and the satisfaction of finally being fucked thoroughly. “That was really good.”
He nodded against her chest in agreement. “No takebacks.” He reminded her.
“I’ll put in for a transfer.” She said softly, hoisting herself into an awkward position to kiss the top of his forehead.
“No need. I’m transferring to Metro. I just talked to Grey today.”
“Wow. That’s great. When were you going to tell me?”
He tilted his head up, a smile on his mouth. “Well I didn’t plan on telling you while my cock was still in you, that’s for sure. I thought that would come after.”
She laughed lightly, the force jostling his head and her breasts. “Awfully confident of you.”
He cupped her breast in his hand, his palm rolling over the flesh. “Confidence well deserved. You called me while fucking yourself to thoughts of me.”
“Hmm… true.” She hummed for a moment. “I knew you were on the phone listening.”
“What?”
“It got me hot thinking about it and I’d been… dissatisfied for a while… thought if it was an accident…”
“I’ve never been more turned on in my life, Lucy.” He moved up her body, pulling her lips in for a kiss. “Next time you’re horny, I want you to call me. I want to hear you fuck yourself for me so I know how good I have to give it to you later.”
“I like that.” She said against his lips. “Send me to voicemail so you can save it for yourself.”
“Yeah? Listen to it while in my office, late at night? Fist my cock and listen to you panting for it? Needy? Dreaming of my mouth on your pussy? My fingers fucking you?”
“God, yes. Send me to voicemail.”
per usual, not beta’d.