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“Wasn’t grumpy last night.”
“No. You definitely were not.”
He stumbled over a small crack in the concrete of his pathway, a hand gripping at the fabric of Lucy’s jacket, the other buried in her hair as he fused his lips against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth.
He shouldn’t have been surprised to see the lights of her car pull into his driveway moments after he turned off his truck.
He shouldn’t have been surprised when she’d moved quickly from her car, steps sure and hurried as he opened the driver’s side door of his own, the seatbelt barely unbuckled, his breath leaving him in an oomph of surprise as she blindsided him with a messy kiss.
“What are—“
“No, mhm. No,” she shushed him, stepping back a step so he could make his way out of the truck.
Tim was dumb, his brain didn’t work at full capacity with her at the best of times and after the last 16 hours— of having been with Lucy after months, he felt like his entire body was short circuiting.
“Do you—are you—do you want to come in?” He asked through mumbled kisses as he pushed the door to his truck closed behind him, abandoning his belongings and willpower with it.
“I shouldn’t.” She sighed against his mouth as her hands crawled under his shirt, cold fingertips making his abdomen clench.
But he had found himself being pushed backwards, closer to his front door, his hands roving over her, settling into spots he’d long since memorized and missed.
“Keys.” He groaned dumbly, loosening his hands on her as his head fell back against the siding, her lips sucking the flesh of his Adam’s apple into her mouth, the front of her body pressed against his.
She hissed as his hand snaked between them, pressed into her lower belly and against his cock as he pat himself down for his keys; the pressure a tease and a promise of something more to come.
“Hurry.”
His keyring caught around his finger and he quickly pulled them free of the denim prison, Lucy plucking them from his hand and inserting the metal into the lock as she stole eager and willing kisses from him, his hands happily finding their home again, tangled in her hair.
The door opening inward startled him for a moment until his hands latched out and grabbed either side of the doorframe, stopping them from toppling over to the ground.
“Kojo, enough. Down.” He grunted as he maneuvered Lucy against the brick wall, his foot kicking the front door shut behind them.
Lucy was shrugging out of her jacket, the fabric making a heavy sound against the floor as it landed. “Take off your pants.”
“Jesus, Lucy.” He moaned as his hands fumbled with the button of his jeans.
He slipped his thigh between hers, his hands bunching up the satin fabric of her skirt around her waist. “We shouldn’t—“
“This is a bad idea—“
“So many reasons—“ the groan he let out, the sensation of her hand slipping into his boxers and wrapping around his cock, had him almost fall to his knees with pleasure. “Fuck!”
“That’s the idea, sir.”
Any sense of propriety, of stopping this before they crossed the line, again, snapped with that three letter word tumbling from her lips like spark of life.
“Fuck, you know what that does to me.” He hissed into her ear, his hands tightening on her hips, pulling her pussy against his thigh. “S’not fair.”
“What, sir?”
“Lucy, fuck.” He snapped, gyrating his hips into her, the sweet relief of her legs wrapped around his thigh and her hand on his cock, her words in his ear, sending jolts of electricity down his spine.
His hands pull at her shirt, reluctantly making her hands leave his body so he could pull it up and over her head, tossing it away from them in a haste. Tim’s hands went back to her waist, clutching the satin bunched around her hips tightly in his hands as he pulled her harder, rougher, against his thigh.
“Tim,” Lucy sighed, tilting her head back and her hips forward, undulating over his leg. “I need—“
“I know, I know.” Tim’s mouth sucked and nibbled at the skin of her throat, his teeth guiding the straps of her bra down her arms. “We’re gonna get you there.”
He kept her steady with one hand as his other pushed between where her pussy met his thigh, his fingers gliding under wet fabric, dipping into her slowly. She brought her hips down rougher against him, a gasp and moan escaping her, her hands curling into the hair on his scalp, holding his face to her chest as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, his teeth teasing it like his thumb on her clit.
“You have too many clothes on.” Lucy groaned, arching her spine as she sought out his mouth, his fingers, his thigh.
He was gone from her in a quick moment, leaving her on wobbly knees and resting against the brick as he stripped himself of his jacket, his shirt, his pants and shoes.
He stood in front of her naked, taking night of her debauched, her skirt fluttering back down her legs, her bra shoved down under her tits, her skin flushed and eyes glassy. He dropped to his knees suddenly, his fingers deftly helping her out of her shoes, settling himself in front of her as his hands scraped up her calves under the fabric.
“Tim, what’re you—“
His fingers tugged at the wrecked scrap of material between her legs, sliding them down and helping her step out of them.
Any question, any doubt, of what Tim was going to do, died on her lips as his head disappeared under her skirt, his mouth closing over her clit, his fingers dipping shallowly into her.
His mouth moved against her, his nose nudging against flesh, his jaw putting pressure against her as his tongue and fingers dipped and curled and slipped into her shallowly, forcing her hips to thrust against his face as she sought more.
More friction, more of him.
Her fingers curled into the flesh at the base of his neck, a leg lifting and settling over his shoulder, opening herself up to his mouth. He buried himself further between her legs, pressing his free hand against the small of her back, holding her in place and guiding her ruts against his face as she gasped and moaned above him.
Her leg shook, her other thigh tightening over his shoulder as her back arched, a cry careening from her throat as he finally sunk his index and middle finger into her, curling forward as his tongue feasted on her, the tip of his nose rubbing against her hood and clit.
“Tim, Jesus—oh my god.”
He hummed into her, shaking his head, earning him another cry of agonizing pleasure as she broke into his mouth, onto his fingers and down his chin.
Tim hardly gave her a chance to catch her breath, to steady herself, before he was off his knees, his hands clenching under her thighs and lifting her onto his waist, his mouth wet and demanding against her. His tongue invaded her mouth, sharing the taste of herself with her as he stumbled down the wall towards his bedroom.
He kicked the door shut behind him before he dropped her onto the mattress. She reached for him but his fingers sought the waistband of her skirt, ripping it down her legs and leaving her splayed out, almost boneless, in front of him. He watched her shrug out of her bra, blowing stands of messy hair out from in front of her face, revealing smudged and messy makeup, her mouth glistening from lip gloss and her own come.
The previous night had been mostly slow, tender, loving. It’d been soft and sweet and he’d done his best to show her how much he had missed her.
But tonight, the awkwardness and hesitation fled his bones when her tires drove over his concrete.
He needed something else.
Something he could tell by the fire in her eyes that she needed, too.
“Turn over.” He gasped, his hand curling around his cock, his thumb slipping through the bead of precome on his tip. “On your knees.”
Her eyebrow rose as she sat up, her eyes watching his hand before she obliged his request; scooting further on the bed, onto her hands and knees, glancing over her shoulder at him, her teeth tugging her bottom lip into her mouth.
Tim’s breath stuttered in his lungs, the sight of her open and submitting to him stealing any coherent thought he had left in his mind.
He fisted his cock roughly as he knelt on the bed, laying himself over her, pulling her hair over the side of her neck, his mouth attaching itself to the crook of her shoulder. Teeth and kisses and sighs elicited him as he kissed down her spine as he settled himself in place, the head of his cock notching shallowly into her.
“You look so good like this,” he whispered into her ear, his tongue sliding over the lobe, the tip of his nose brushing against her cheek.
“Please.” She whispered, her head falling to the side, her hips moving backwards, trying to impale herself on him.
“Please what, Lucy?”
“You know what I want—“ she groaned, rotating her hips against him with a grunt as he moved his own hips back.
The fingers on one of his hands clutched the flesh of her hip, curling over her hip bone harshly, holding her still. “And I want you to tell me what you want. Out loud. Use your words, baby.”
A tortured, petulant sigh escaped her lips as his free hand curled into her hair, wrapping the strands around his fist, pulling her back to him. He nipped at the side of her neck, his tongue tracing over the ink of her tattoo.
“Tell me.” He demanded, his voice husky and rough.
“Fuck me. Just fucking fuc—c— k—“
A scream broke from her chest as Tim slammed himself forward, sinking into her so deeply that he lost the grip he had on her hair, sending her almost face first into the mattress, her ass in the air.
“Oh my god, oh my god.” She hissed, her knuckles turning white from the grip she had on his comforter.
His hand pressed against her spine, laying her chest against the bed, changing the angle of his thrusts and causing his eyes to roll back as he snapped his hips against her.
“Yesss, yes. ” He hissed, tossing his head back, his eyes screwed shut. “Fuck!”
Lucy buried her face into the blanket, her scream of pleasure muffled by cotton. “Tim, oh my god—“
“I know, I know. It’s so good, Lucy. Fuck, I’ve missed this. Jesus.”
The sound of his hips thrusting, the mattress squeaking, the bedframe slamming against the wall with every movement their bodies made created a symphony like no other he’d ever heard. Every thrust of her hips back against him as he fucked her, gyrating in a circle and making him lose his mind, almost made every mistake he had ever made worth it.
“This can’t happen again—“ he mumbled, his fingers pressing into her hip so roughly he was sure he’d leave bruises in his wake—a memory.
“N-no. It can’t. Oomph—there, oh shit. There.”
His tongue slipped over his lip before his teeth bit down into the flesh. “I’m your superior officer— fuck!”
“ One time thing—holy shit. Oh my god, there. Please, please.”
His hand left her hip, curling around her belly, and he pressed his fingers against her clit, rubbing in tandem as his thrusts became more jerky, less steady, rougher and sloppier.
“Come, baby. Be good for me.”
The moan that ripped through her throat, turning her body into mush, gooseflesh erupting over her skin set off his own orgasm. He stilled on a particularly rough thrust into her, the jolts and twitches of her coming rocketing through his body.
He felt like he knelt over her, emptying himself into her for hours, soft kisses up and down her spine as he spent himself against her, into her, their labored breathing the only sounds echoing through the room. In his head, though, Tim could hear his heart whooshing in his ears, through his throat, vibrating under his skin.
Lucy’s elbows and knees felt out from under her. She collapsed to the bed and he followed, unprepared, catching himself just before crushing her. He gently laid himself over her, his cock slipping from her as he came down from post orgasm high. Her arm curled out from under her, somehow managing to loop it around his neck, her palm stroking the short hair at the base of his scalp.
“This was it.” She mumbled.
“Yeah, definitely.” He agreed, nuzzling his face into her neck. “Can’t happen again.”
i had hopes and DREAMS of what 7x6 was going to be and good god did it exceed expectations
tbh still not recovered
forever not beta'd
thank you for reading