Finish

Finish
By Doggettfann
NC-17
Pick a spot in Season 9
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS

Monica Reyes sat bored in her motel room. She could hear John's loud snore
through the thin walls. There were only seven channels and nothing on any
of them. She flipped her TV off. The snoring got louder.
"God, John," she sighed and fluffed her pillow. She cut off the lights and tried to sleep.
She thought about knocking on his door but he had been so grumpy to her today that
she was kind of glad he finally went to sleep. She knew that he damn well needed it.
Maybe he'd wake up in the morning with in a better mood. She knew John well. She
knew he had days like today. The smugness she could handle, it was sexy on him.
He wore his smirky smiles well. His smartass comments were often annoying but
in a charming way, oddly enough. It was just how he was, it was that NYC cop
that would always live in him. It was that former Marine, that solider, that southern
born rebel boy. He was just John Doggett.
But days like today, when he was cold, when he was snappy, when he was set in
his ways, she could hardly handle him. If he was just another co-worker, maybe.
But Monica knew that he was much more than a co-worker to her. He was the object
of her desire.
The case had been hard. A little girl had been kidnapped. Monica knew that the scenerio
had a paranormal flavor to it but John wouldn't hear it. He just stuck to the facts.
God, he had given her such a hard day, she was so tense. She knew what she needed.
She needed to get off.
Her hand found her clit, rubbing it through her silk panties. She began to swell,
her fingers felt for pulsing nub. She closed her eyes and imagined John on top of her.
The sudden silence from his room stopped her at first. The snoring had faded. Yet,
this pleased her even more, she could actually concentrate on getting off. She was
glad that he was finally in a deep sleep.

Monica wanted something exciting to fantasize about. She flipped through the
television channels hoping that a fuzzy version of the XXX movies for sale
from the front desk would fade through. No such luck. She knew she couldn't
order a porno on the FBI's bill. So, she got creative.

She moved down to floor bringing her pillow, the blanket, and her vibrator from
her suitcase. She closed the bathroom door to see herself in the full length
mirror that was welded on the outside of the door. She fixed her pallet and
faced the mirror, lying on her back, her head propped on the pillow,
her legs spread, nude, looking at her wet pussy. She watched herself rubbing
the slim vibrator over her swollen clit. It was erotic.

She imagined John's pointy chin between her soft, long thighs, lapping up
her flowing juices. The faint buzz sound seemed louder than she'd hoped,
but the room was very quiet now that John's snore had halted. It didn't stop her from
watching herself, looking in to her own aroused eyes, looking down over her
flat stomach, one hand on her vibrator, shaking her twat lips around, the other
hand playing with her erect, dark pink nipples. She licked her fingers and
continued to touch her nice C cups. She let out a few moans.

She knew John Doggett was in the next room in bed. She imagined going
over there to room 44 and climbing in bed with him, taking his man meat
and shoving it inside of her to explore her lust. He drove her crazy. His
voice, his eyes, those lips, his whole presence screamed 100% masculinity.

"Oh, John," she called out.

"I didn't know you saw me," she heard John say, lowly, over the buzz.

Monica's dark eyes looked over. There stood Agent Doggett in his blue pajama
bottoms, squinting from the light, looking puzzled at her. He had his pistol in his hand.

She jerked the vibrator from her pussy, slammed her legs closed, and quickly
covered her breasts with her arms. "John! How'd you get in here? And what
are you doing with that damn gun?" She thought she's DIE from embarrassment.

"I...um...I thought someone was hurting you. I heard you whimpering," he said, looking
away from her beautiful nudity. I heard a buzzing sound...I didn't realize you were alone."
Then, his smirkiness came to surface as a sly grin invaded his face, "By all means,
Monica, don't let me stop you."

"What were you doing just standing there?"

"Well, I just thought that you musta forgot the do not disturb sign," he smiled.

"Get off of it, John. I'm a single woman. I work all the time. I gotta get it somewhere.
Besides, it's not like you never jack off!"

John smiled but neither of them said a word. Then, the scent of her womanhood hit him,
the smell was a strong tang of sweetness, over powering the musty smell of the roadside
room. It overpowered John's reasoning as well."

"Go back in your room. I can't do it now," she complained.

"Naw," he said as his growling voice took a softer tone. "Go ahead, Monica. Finish."

"Finish?" she gasped.

"Finish," he ordered with a quick nod, his eyes commanding her.
Chills bumped up her skin as John took a seat on the edge of her bed.
"I'm just gonna watch."

She didn't protest. She was glad that he was finally showing some interest
in her, something more than a smile or flirting eyes. He was telling her to
rub off in front of him. She gushed from the reality of it all.

She opened her legs and turned the vibrator back on. She placed the tip of it in her
wetness and pulled it up to her clit. She looked over at John. She could see his
hardness in his pants.

"Oh Gawwwd," he called out, rubbing the head of his shaft in his pants. He wanted
to climb down there with her but he was too shocked that he had actually gone
this far with it.

John admired her sexy body as Monica pleasured herself, tossing her head around
in lust. Her tits were so full and pretty. He wanted to lick them. He wanted to be with her.

"Monica," he said raspy and turned on. "I wanna eat you."

"Eat me, then. I'm up for anything."

"Anything?" he questioned, turning his head with a slight uncertainity.

"Anything. Take me, John."

He walked over to her and lifted her, carrying her like a new bride to the bed,
kissing her lips passionately.

"I'm so hot for you, John," she panted.

He smiled, his cock hard, pulsing. He placed her on the edge of the bed and tasted her.
John continued to lick her freshly shaven pussy until she screamed out from the intense orgasm.
Those blue eyes, that wet tongue, his hands on her hips, pulling her on his face. It was more
than Agent Reyes could stand.

John ran a finger in her tight, freshly cummed box. He couldn't believe how turned on she was for him.

"I want to suck you...I love sucking cock," she said, sounding like a sex line operator.

"I'm not gonna argue with that," John panted, not remembering the last time he had his cock
sucked. It had been a few years.

It was hard and ready in her hands as she lowered her head to taste him. She pumped it in her
mouth, sucking hard on his member, teasing his balls with her tongue, deep throating all of
her military man.

"Fuck, yeah!" John said. It had never been THAT good.

He watched her, his sexy partner and best friend on his dick like a porno whore. She really
knew what she was doing.

"I didn't know you were so talented," he managed to say, the pleasure slowing his words.

Monica never answered him, she just kept sucking him.

"I'm gonna blow..."

"Do it in my mouth," she invited, then continued to suck harder, keeping a steady rythm.

Those words sent John Jay Doggett into a rip roaring orgasm. He came harder than he'd
ever...it choked his hot Latina lover a little. But she swallowed happily.

She had the taste of John in her mouth as she climbed up his body, licking his nipples.

"Oh, sensitive," he said, sweat rolling from his brow.

"I needed that," Monica giggled.

"Seems we both did," John agreed. "I don't like saying I'm sorry but I am. For the way
I talked to you today. It's just that you seem so far up in the clouds on things and I'm just
a grounded kind of guy."

"I know. That's what I love about you. I love you just how you are," Monica grinned.

"I love you how you are, too. I'd like to do this again, except. I'd like to make love to you."

"That'd be nice," Monica beamed as he took her face & kissed her lips with his sex-flavored
kisses.

"I can't wait to feel you inside of me," she teased.

"I know but I'm mostly a dinner and movie kind of guy first. I'm not much on cheap sex.
I know some guys are. I'm glad for what we had, it was in the moment, it was hot but
I really like you, Monica. You...um...move me inside. Move things around that I haven't felt
in many years. But, I couldn't resist you on the floor like that. You looked like one of my
Playmate Videos...I love that. Watching a girl pleasure herself."

Monica smiled and turned off the light. "Sleep with me, Agent Doggett," she laughed,
poking at him because they were still on the case. "We can go out when we
get back to D.C."

"Yes, Ma'am," he smiled and nuzzled under the covers with Monica in his arms.