Needs

TITLE: Needs

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 2 of 2

FANDOM: Lost

SHIP: Kate / Sawyer

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, maybe?

SYNOPSIS: Just another day on the island and Kate has needs and although she can deal with them herself she gets help from an unasked-for quarter.

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Lost fic, so… I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Chapter Two

Sawyer walked towards her as she balanced her shades on the top of her head and tried to adjust her bikini top back into place without revealing her breast to him. It occurrs to her that considering what he had most likely already seen, the gesture of modesty was a bit too late, but she wasn’t about to give him another glimpse of her. She could feel her cheeks heat with embarrassment even as her blood boiled with anger and indignation at his invasion of her privacy.

“No need to be shy on my account.” He drawls, his smile is smug and appreciative at the same time. “How long were you standing there, you pervert?” she asks angrily managing to get her bikini back in place and turns to sit on the rock, facing him. “Long enough, Freckles… Long enough.” He replies flicking his sandy hair out of his face, grinning as he shrugs off his shirt revealing his hard body and then unbuckles his belt. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she asks suspiciously, frowning as he draws closer, her anger still simmering.

Her anger isn’t quite enough to overpower the echoes of her self induce pleasure still bouncing around in her body. Her sex still twiches, clenching rapidly and she can feel her juices still soaking into the lining of the crotch of her bikini bottom as he comes to a stand still infront of her. “Being a gentlemen, I thought I’d just come over here and lend a helping hand.” He replies his southern drawl and sly tone adding all kind of shades of meaning to his answer.

She opens her mouth to give him a piece of her mind. She let out a squeak of surprise instead as he quickly stepped forward, pressing between her legs and covered her lips with his. She felt her eyes widen as she tried to worm her hands between them to push him away. His hand winds into her hair at the base of her neck as his tongue probes between her open lips. His steel grey eyes never leave hers, never never waiver. She can see his desire there, and even as she tries to push him away she feels her own desire flare against her conscious will. His hard chest and torso rubs against her body and her struggle loses it intensity and urgency.

When his hand on her neck shifts her head, she resists only lightly and then with a groan she surrendered. She cursed herself, knowing with a cold, calm certainty that what she was allowing to happen was a massive, huge mistake. But, she opened her legs and let him press more firmly against her. She became aware of the hard tube of his erection, tenting the front of his pants and pressing, warm and hard against the front of her bikini bottom as she melted against him. She let her eyes flutter closed as his lips shifted against hers and their tongues played a spirited game of tag. She let her hands slip off his chest and under his arms, her fingernails testing the shifting muscles along the broard expanse of his back and shoulders.

His hand massaged her neck through her hair, while the other slid down the ridges and shallow valleys of her spine. His lips left hers and dropped to the skin of her neck and throat. His lips lick and suck at her skin, occassionally testing it with light, nipping teeth. Her clenches squeezing her juices out onto the already soaked lining of her bikini bottom. She groans as his tongue snakes down her cleavage. She can feel his fingers tugging at the knot at her hip that holds her bottoms in place. He works it free and her hands shift to the tops of his shoulders as he drops to his knees between her legs. He tugs at her bottoms and the knot on the other side gives as well. He squeezes one of her thighs in his grip of his large hand and then drapes it over his shoulder. While doing this he lifts her leg a little high than is necessary and she is forced to take her hands off his shoulders and put them behind her, on the rock to maintain her balance. This also momentarily allows him to lift her butt and he pulls her bikini bottoms free and drops them on the ground.

His stubble is rough and ticklish against the smooth skin of her inner thigh as he deliberately rubs his cheeks against them and she preads her legs further in response. He chuckles and then presses his face into her crotch. His lips on her sex has the same effect as putting her finger into a live wall socket. Her back arches and she lets out a little cry as his warm, wet mouth engulfs flesh that was already made sensitive by her own ministrations and ecstatic energy curls its way up her spine. Her fingers scrabble on the rough surface of the rock as they clench and relax when he starts to lap at her most intimate flesh. She gasps and then groans as his lips latch onto the little pearl of her clit and sucks hard as he works two thick, long fingers deep into her clenching snatch. She feels herself flood around his probing digits as he saws them back and forth inside her, exploring her and finding all those hidden spots that gave her pleasure. She moans and shifts her weight onto her side and one of her hands so that she has a free hand. She drags her fingers through his hair, her fingernails massaging his scalp as she rocks her hips against his noisily sucking, licking, lapping mouth. She wouldn’t have pegged Sawyer as a man who would be particularly interested in a woman’s needs, but he sure seemed to know his way around as his long, thick fingers and talented mouth fanned the flame of her desire and rekindles the dying embers of the orgasm she had given herself. His hand slides up her body and finds and fondles her breasts through her bikini top. He finds and pinches the peaks of her nipples as he squeezes the firm globes under the purple material.

She can feel that delicious tightening growing inside belly as he stops sucking and starts flicking and rolling her clit back and forth with his tongue as his fingers, buried deep inside her, curls and caresses that secret part of her that makes her pin her lower lis behind her teeth, her breath hiss out through flared nostrils and her taut belly quiver. “Oh… Damn you, that feels really good… You fucking bastard, Sawyer.” She compliments him savagely, her hand tightening in his hair and pressing him even harder against her swollen flesh.

After a few minutes of continuing his tongue lashing, he pulled his head free of her grasp and away from her rapidly cleching and relaxing sex. Kate growled her displeasure and he gave her a leering grin as he as he shook his hair out of his eyes. His lips, chin and cheeks glistened with her juices which he collecte with his tongue and his fingers as she watched. She watched him lick his fingers clean of her cream with obvious relish. “Mmmmm Mmmmm! Freckles… You taste better than a Georgia peach.” He informed her as he got to his feet, letting her leg slide off his shoulder. His eyes swept over and she could see the naked hunger and desire blazing in his eyes as she lay draped across the rock, leaning back on her forearms, her legs spread wide. She met his gaze defiantly and then moved her eyes downward as he pushed his trousers and his boxers down off his hips.

She wasn’t sure if her eyes widened, but they felt like they did, but she did sit up. His man hood was erect, thick, long, slightly curved and way above average. As, she watched, it twitched as if drawn to her and licked lips that were suddenly dry. He gave a tight little smile and a slight incline of his head as he stepped forward. She watched him grasp his thick shaft at its base and slowly rubbed its thick, pointed head through the moist, swollen folds of her slit. He set himself at her entrance and let go of his shaft to grasp one of her hips in each of his hands. She felt him between her folds, hot and throbbing. His fingers tested the smooth, pliant flesh of her hips, driving heat and pressure into the bones beneath. He watched her intently, his eyes, studying, calculative, even predatory. The moment drew out and she felt herself grow nervous under his unwavering scrutiny. She et herself drop to her back and then gave a short, sharp gasp, her breath hitching as his hold on her hips tightened and her pulled toward him as he thrust forward.

His cock drove into her moist, resisting flesh. Her sex moulded itself around him clenching at his sudden invasion, yet unable to stop it. His thick shaft ploughed into her with delicious friction, filling and stretching her, soon going deeper than either her or his fingers had delved. He hadn’t stopped studying her face, drinking in her reaction to his sudden penetration. She saw him clench his teeth as a low moan issued from her wide open lips, a low rumbling growl coming from his throat as he continued to bury himself in her tight, steamy depths. Their pubic bones met with a wet slap of flesh and he leaned over her, panting, his hands sliding off her hips to rest between her arms and her body to support his weight. She forced her own breathing into a slow, deep and measured rhythm as her body adjusted and coped with the intense sensation of his throbbing cock, so completely inside her. It had been more than a year before the crash since she had last had a man inside her and she reveled in the nearly forgotten feeling of being filled by, and intimately connected to, something organic and alive. She didn’t even care anymore that it was Sawyer as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, her thighs resting on his hips and her ankles crossed.

His panting became a deep throated laugh, that vibrated him inside her. His mirth subsided and he looked down at her with twinkling eyes. “Freckles, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He told her before lowering his lips to hers. Their tongues fence lightly before their lips meet and slide together. She can taste herself on his lips and in his mouth as their tongues explore each others mouths. They both sigh as their bellies press together, hard muscles and smooth skin slide together on a thin film of sweat as she undulates against him. His cock throbs deep in her channel, sparking little waves of pleasureable sensations radiating into her belly. He breaks their kiss, sucking and pulling on her lower lip as he straightens, stretching it before letting go. His hands find her hips again and she relaxes her legs as he pulls back his shaft draging through her flesh. When he thrusts again, she tightens her legs, gathering him into her as he pulls her towards him. They repeat the process, again and again, developing a steady rhythm. They both inhale heavily and loudly as their bodies separate and then exhale the same way when their bodies meet.

When their bodies meet, they grind into each other, the base of his cock mashing her clit sending surges of sensation through her. She bucks her hips to meet his thrusts as they slam together again and again. His hands leave her hips and with a savage tug he simply rips her bikini top off and tosses it away. When their bodies meet again, he keeps them connected and lowers his head to her breasts. He runs his tongue down the valley of her cleavage and then goes left, circling his tongue on the skin of her breast from the lowere curve, around and around in a decreasing spiral until he engulfs her nipple with his hot, wet mouth. He sucks her in her nipple, areola and some of her tit flesh into her mouth and then rolls and flicks her hard, tight nipple with his tongue making her toss her head from side to side and let out a series of low moans of enjoyment. He repeats the process on her other breast, with the same result.

Her hands crawl up his forearm and onto his back. Her fingers test the hard muscles of his shoulders and back as they shift and flex under them, his skin slick with sweat. His hands worm their way under her shoulders and she makes it easy for him as she rolls her shoulders and presses up into his hungry lips as they continue to assault her breasts. His hands hook around her shoulders, giving him leverage to pull her even harder against him His hips continue to buck with jabbing little thrusts that pounds the tip of his cock against her cervix and like a hammer hitting a bell it blasts sonorous waves of pleasure through her body with every stroke. She hears wild, animal sounds and is stunned to find they are issuing her mouth. Her fingernails scrape down his back and she hears him hiss, but whatever pain she caused him, gives him the impetus to thrust even harder and she cries out as his cock slams into her womb. Pleasure is overwhelming her senses and her orgasm is a tight spring in her belly, tightened and torgue to the point where it is barely able to restrain the energy it contains. The stone of the rock is rough against her butt and back as she shifts back and forth in unison or counterpoint to his hard, lean body.

She is panting, now, desperately trying to drag enough air into her burning lungs as she strains to get more pleasure out of their coupling, yet as desperately tries to stay off the inevitable explosion that is her orgasm. His breathing is a rough counterpoint to her as he lifts his head from her breasts. His teeth are bared, his expression feral as they both strain to find release. Her earlier solo efforts give her the edge, but just barely. His thrusts lose their rhythm as he seems to almost mindlessly pound into her until, burying himself to the hilt and into her womb, he grunts and then throws his head back and cries his release to the sky. She feels him swell inside her with every spurt and the heat of his ejaculate splashes against her insides. The sensation is enough to push her over the edge. Her body locks. Her legs going tight around him, her ass lifting off the rock as her hips jerk up and her spine becomes a hard, curved bow, leaving her precariously balanced on her neck and shoulders. She forces him even deeper into her through her protesting flesh as it locks in a tight death grip around his spasming member and her own cream mixes with his in a drenching deluge.

Air rushes from her lungs along with a long drawn out cry. Her eyes are wide and sightless as the pleasureable energy of her climax dances through her body, igniting nerves, exciting her blood and charging her muscles. Their bodies are still trying to fuck, yet the tension in both of them means that they are hardly able to move, but still they grind together. Her eyes are wide, but sightless, the pool and waterfall having dissolved into a cascade of sparks and flashing erotic images.

She doesn’t know how long they stay frozen like that, locked in the limbo of enjoyment and satisfaction, the pleasure holding them in stasis, but her back finally softens in stages as does her sex, although it clenches occassionally with aftershocks of her climax. Her sense return and she can see the bright blue sky above her and she hears the hiss and splash of the waterfall behind her. Sawyers face drops heavily to her breasts, his stubble scratchy against the tight, sensitive skin. He turn his head and she feels his lips warm and wet on her skin as he kisses it. She can feel him start to shrink inside her and then groans as he grunts and pulls out of her as he drops to his knees. His lips slide along her skin and then his rough, stubbled cheek is resting on her still slightly shuddering stomach. Her heart is still pounding in her chest and finding enough air is still a little bit of a struggle.
Her hand finds his head and she pats it lightly, letting her eyes close until she is able to catch her breath.

She can’t say if she dosed or if her mind simply wandered, still exploring the depths and nuances of their coupling in the vaults of her memory, but the sound of her name repeat ever more urgently draws her back to full consciousness. “Kate?” Sawyer queried again as she managed to flutter open her eyelids. “You okay?” he asks and there seemed to be genuine concern in his voice. “Fan-fucking-tastic.” She answers, sitting up. Her muscles protest slightly with a little hard-used ache and she stretches, unconcerned with her nudity even though she notices he has pulled up his pants back up and is buckling his belt in place. The inside of her thighs feel wet and slick, and she collects some of their combined passion with her fingers, testing the slipperiness of the thick fluid between her fingers and thumb. She overcomes the urge to taste it, not prepared to give him the satisfaction or erotic enjoyment of seeing her do so.

She got to her feet and then slowly walked into the pool. “Take a good look, Sawyer. Cause you aren’t going to get to see it again. This isn’t ever, and I mean never going to happen again.” She tells him over her shoulder as she wades deeper into the pool, the water a cool caress on her hot, sweaty skin. “Sure, Freckles, if you say so. But, remember a wise man once said never say never and don’t forget, My Dearest Kate, everyone has needs that they can’t fully meet themselves.” He calls to her and she turns in time to see him give her a slow wink and a slight twisting nod of his head. She watches as he collects his shirt and walks away from the pool and disappears into the jungle without another word.

THE END