Sweet Surrender
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,801
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Locker Room Steam
WARNING WARNING WARNING
Ok This chapter contains Smut.
On With The Story!!!
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Chapter 6
Grissom arched his eyebrows as he saw Jeri following Greg Sanders closely, as if her life depended on being right behind him. Grissom sighed, knowing Greg shouldn't get involved, but after seeing both of them together, he couldn't bare to think if breaking the cute duo up. Greg and Jeri sat in chairs across from Grissom's desk.
“Why did she stay over at you're house, Greg,” Grissom inquired quietly.
“She fell asleep so I decided to just let her have the bed and I slept on the floor,” Greg replied somewhat nervously.
“Yea. It ain't like we fucked or anything,” Jeri said.
As she said that, Greg's eyes bulged out of his head and Grissom proceeded to spit coffee all over the desk. It wasn't often that a woman was in the lab with a mouth like that.
“What? It is a normal, natural act,”Jeri said calmly.
Suddenly, Grissom burst out laughing. Even he had to admit that Jeri was one of a kind, and a perfect match for Greg. He just hoped that they would notice. He could see the look of love and longing in Greg's eyes every single time he looked at her. However, he did also notice Jeri seemed rather oblivious to the fact that Greg was so blatantly smitten.
“Uhm, I'm gunna go chill in the locker room kay?,” Jeri said and popped up pulling her large Emily Strange Cat mail bag with her, humming “The Ballad Of Chasey Lain” as she skipped to the locker room. Just as she busted into the locker room she sang out the part “Wouldja fuck me for blow?” and ran right into the rather embarrased face of Warrick Brown.
“Oh God, I am so sorry,” she laughed, covering her embarrassment rather well.
“It's ok, I've heard the song before,” Warrick laughed out as she smiled up at him flirtatiously.
Jeri couldn't help but eye Warrick with lust. She was still worked up from her shower. She bit her lower lip and looked at him, smiling devilishly as she looked Warrick over, humming appriecativly. Greg's description did no justice to the man standing before her now. She noted the lust in his eyes and she grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into a dark corner of the locker room. She pulled his face to hers, licking his lips before growling and pulling him into a passionate, lusty kiss as she ran her hands over his chest, unbuttoning his dark blue shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. She broke the kiss, trailing nips and kisses down his neck, making him moan for more as she tweaked his nipples, grinning slyly, her blue eyes sparkling with a dark light. She undid his belt forcefully yanking it off him and opening his pants button, looking him in the eyes as she pulled his pants and underwear off at once. Warrick got her meaning and pushed her against the bench, making her bend over, reaching to feel her panties, only to be shocked that she didn't bother with any. He didn't know why she was doing this but it wasn't every day a hot gothic punk chick offered herself to him. She pulled a condom out of her large bag and tossed it to him grinning like the Cheshire cat. He quickly ripped the package open and rolled it onto his hard member watching her look back at him grinning that damn seductive grin. He quickly slammed into her, knowing she must be in need to ask in such a manner. Jeri gripped the bench and whimpered, trying to be quiet as Warrick slammed into her again and again. She moved back alone his hard shaft as he reached around, starting to play with her clit as he rammed her hard and fast. Both knew neither one would last much longer, the thrill of possibly getting caught making it all hotter and steamier than any sex they had ever had.
“Fuck yea Warrick!,” Jeri moaned out loud as her inner walls started to grasp his member, her body shuddering in ecstasy as she came, her head tossed back. Warrick felt her milking him and rammed her hard one more time before cumming into the condom. He massaged her back as they came down from the high. They jumped when they heard the door open, and Nick Stokes walked in. Jeri bolted upright, her plaid skirt falling back in place, and Warrick zipped his jeans up and grabbed his shorts, mumbling something to Jeri as he ran off to the washroom. Nick just stood there, perplexed as Jeri looked at him horrified.
“What the hell was that about?,” Nick asked, slightly hard.
“I'll tell you if you won't tell a soul,” Jeri said.
“Ok,” Nick replied, sitting on the bench.
“Ok, well, while I was at Greg's I was in the shower masturbating and I never got to finnish... I was thinkin bout Greg... and damn I needed release.. Warrick just happened to be the.. uh.. victim,” Jeri stuttered.
Nick sat quietly for a while, thinking.
“Do you love Greg?,” he asked her.
“Yes but he acts as though I am a china doll,” Jeri spat angrily.
“I'll talk to him,” Nick sighed, knowing Greg meant no harm.
“Thanks!,” she said and hugged him before skipping out the door to the lobby.
Nick just shook his head and laughed as Warrick looked in and started stuttering.
“Don't worry bro, I won't tell. I woulda done the same thing,” the Texan drawled as Warrick blushed, nodded and practically ran from the room.
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On With The Story!!!
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Chapter 6
Grissom arched his eyebrows as he saw Jeri following Greg Sanders closely, as if her life depended on being right behind him. Grissom sighed, knowing Greg shouldn't get involved, but after seeing both of them together, he couldn't bare to think if breaking the cute duo up. Greg and Jeri sat in chairs across from Grissom's desk.
“Why did she stay over at you're house, Greg,” Grissom inquired quietly.
“She fell asleep so I decided to just let her have the bed and I slept on the floor,” Greg replied somewhat nervously.
“Yea. It ain't like we fucked or anything,” Jeri said.
As she said that, Greg's eyes bulged out of his head and Grissom proceeded to spit coffee all over the desk. It wasn't often that a woman was in the lab with a mouth like that.
“What? It is a normal, natural act,”Jeri said calmly.
Suddenly, Grissom burst out laughing. Even he had to admit that Jeri was one of a kind, and a perfect match for Greg. He just hoped that they would notice. He could see the look of love and longing in Greg's eyes every single time he looked at her. However, he did also notice Jeri seemed rather oblivious to the fact that Greg was so blatantly smitten.
“Uhm, I'm gunna go chill in the locker room kay?,” Jeri said and popped up pulling her large Emily Strange Cat mail bag with her, humming “The Ballad Of Chasey Lain” as she skipped to the locker room. Just as she busted into the locker room she sang out the part “Wouldja fuck me for blow?” and ran right into the rather embarrased face of Warrick Brown.
“Oh God, I am so sorry,” she laughed, covering her embarrassment rather well.
“It's ok, I've heard the song before,” Warrick laughed out as she smiled up at him flirtatiously.
Jeri couldn't help but eye Warrick with lust. She was still worked up from her shower. She bit her lower lip and looked at him, smiling devilishly as she looked Warrick over, humming appriecativly. Greg's description did no justice to the man standing before her now. She noted the lust in his eyes and she grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into a dark corner of the locker room. She pulled his face to hers, licking his lips before growling and pulling him into a passionate, lusty kiss as she ran her hands over his chest, unbuttoning his dark blue shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. She broke the kiss, trailing nips and kisses down his neck, making him moan for more as she tweaked his nipples, grinning slyly, her blue eyes sparkling with a dark light. She undid his belt forcefully yanking it off him and opening his pants button, looking him in the eyes as she pulled his pants and underwear off at once. Warrick got her meaning and pushed her against the bench, making her bend over, reaching to feel her panties, only to be shocked that she didn't bother with any. He didn't know why she was doing this but it wasn't every day a hot gothic punk chick offered herself to him. She pulled a condom out of her large bag and tossed it to him grinning like the Cheshire cat. He quickly ripped the package open and rolled it onto his hard member watching her look back at him grinning that damn seductive grin. He quickly slammed into her, knowing she must be in need to ask in such a manner. Jeri gripped the bench and whimpered, trying to be quiet as Warrick slammed into her again and again. She moved back alone his hard shaft as he reached around, starting to play with her clit as he rammed her hard and fast. Both knew neither one would last much longer, the thrill of possibly getting caught making it all hotter and steamier than any sex they had ever had.
“Fuck yea Warrick!,” Jeri moaned out loud as her inner walls started to grasp his member, her body shuddering in ecstasy as she came, her head tossed back. Warrick felt her milking him and rammed her hard one more time before cumming into the condom. He massaged her back as they came down from the high. They jumped when they heard the door open, and Nick Stokes walked in. Jeri bolted upright, her plaid skirt falling back in place, and Warrick zipped his jeans up and grabbed his shorts, mumbling something to Jeri as he ran off to the washroom. Nick just stood there, perplexed as Jeri looked at him horrified.
“What the hell was that about?,” Nick asked, slightly hard.
“I'll tell you if you won't tell a soul,” Jeri said.
“Ok,” Nick replied, sitting on the bench.
“Ok, well, while I was at Greg's I was in the shower masturbating and I never got to finnish... I was thinkin bout Greg... and damn I needed release.. Warrick just happened to be the.. uh.. victim,” Jeri stuttered.
Nick sat quietly for a while, thinking.
“Do you love Greg?,” he asked her.
“Yes but he acts as though I am a china doll,” Jeri spat angrily.
“I'll talk to him,” Nick sighed, knowing Greg meant no harm.
“Thanks!,” she said and hugged him before skipping out the door to the lobby.
Nick just shook his head and laughed as Warrick looked in and started stuttering.
“Don't worry bro, I won't tell. I woulda done the same thing,” the Texan drawled as Warrick blushed, nodded and practically ran from the room.
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