Booty Call
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Category:
S through Z › Third Watch
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,467
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Booty Call
Title: booty call
Author: kiley
Pairing: Cruz/Santiago
Rating: NC17
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She knocked on the door angrily. The door opening just as quickly, his eyes a mixture of relief and happiness.
"You came"
"It's two o'clock in the god damn morning Manny, what the hell is your problem" she sighed, hand raking through untamed locks.
"Come in.." he stood aside ushering her inside his warm apartment. "I need to ask you a favour"
"you could have asked me at a decent hour"
"Ritza.. just shut up for a second" He sighed, pulling at one of her hands that clasped her bag, retreiving the bag from her hand, dropping it to the floor.
"Get on you knees" He instructed, promptly. Maritza choking in response.
"Manny, you can't be serious!"
"I am.. deadly" he refuted pulling her standing frame flush against his. "You feel that?"
She had to admit. Although not the most subtle requests she was feeling hot and bothered, and feeling his fully erect hard cock digging against her, certainly did not help.
He grabbed ahold of her hands lowering them to the bulge in his pants, pushing her hand roughly against him. "this.. this is what you do to me.. walking around that damn office, in those low cut tops, those jeans that hug your ass so well" he stumbled over words, the need for pure physical contact taking over. He moved his hands to her shoulders pushing her down to the floor. "I'm not gonna ask twice"
She fell to her knees, excitedly. She'd never seen this side of him before and was intrested to see where it would go.
Her slender fingers pulled at the drawstring of his pyjama pants, finger hooking underneath the loose fitting material that had formed a tent with the length of him. She watched as the pants cascaded to the ground pooling at his ankles. He stepped aside kicking them, watching them slide over the floorboards and halting promptly at the door.
She slid her hands against him, tugging gently, skimming over the textured skin, caressed his balls. Felt his hands against her shoulders urging her to take him.
"Don't fucking tease Ritza" he gritted pushing her forward.
She sighed. God she hated men and their dominance. Although for this little lamb it was quite a hot turn from the usual tender loving guy. She complied, her tounge flicking at the head of him, his hips jerking suddenly, a sharp intake of breath. Her hands travelled slowly up his legs and theighs before halting at his hips. She grasped them tightly as she ran her tounge over the underside of his length, tasting his skin on the tip of her tounge.
She contined the long taunting journey to lick the underside of his balls, a satisfied moan falling from his lips. He opened his eyes looking down at the woman on her knees, a smile forming against his lips, as he watched her lips curl around the head of him, the feeling of her hot mouth against him sending him into a spiral of need. Hands entwined themselves in locks of ebony, her tounge swirling around the outside of him electing a long moan of her name. She moved her head slowly, bobbing along as she moved. A long string of curses as she moved slowly. Burying her face against him, his entire length obscured in her mouth.
She moved slowly at first her lips dragging over the exposed skin as she pulled back, the moisture elicting shivers from him, before she moved back again quickly, his hard on covered with her wet, hot moist lips. Her movements increased in pace, his hands tangling themselves in her hair. He thrust forward, pushing him further into her mouth. She moaned in protest, the vibrations driving a long awaited "maritza" from her lips the drop of pre cum clearly distinctive in her mouth. She felt his hands detangle themselves from her hair and push her away gently.
He noted the skirt thrown on carelessly. It was completely out of character for her, but the slender legs and spiked heels had it going for him.
He knelt infront of her pushing her backwards, pushing the skirt up to her hips, his hot mouth dancing over the bare theighs, teeth hooking underneath the waist band of her panties, hot breath taunting her as he pulled them off with his teeth.
"turn around" he muttered reaching for a flatsided brush. She complied about facing her back to him.
"On all fours" he instructed firmly. She raised an eyebrow at this but did so anyway.
Felt his smooth chest against her back as he leaned into her ear.
"tell me you don't love him"
"What! what the hell?"
She felt the sensation of a thwack against her ass followed by a sharp stinging burn. He was spanking her.
"Tell me you don't love him" He repeated, hand steady as he awaited a response. He recived nothing partly due to her shock but swung the brush once again. Her ass turning a delicious shade of pink.
"TELL ME" he yelled brush in mid air.
"I don't... i don't love him" she stumbled over words, her body shivering from the sheer pleasure he provided with such a simple thing.
"Tell me that you want me" He asked eyes darkening.
"Tell me" he instructed firmly, thwacking against her again.
For now all she could feel was the delicous burn of the brush hitting her, hell it was gonna hurt tomorrow but for now. It was hot.
"Say it!" THWACK she bit her lips as she came, her back arching against the back of his theighs, his hard on pressing erotically against her behind.
He smiled slyly, pulling her up to him.
"Leave the skirt and shoes on" he muttered hitching her right leg up to his theigh placing her slender frame on the bench.
Fingers curling around the underside of the bench in order to balance her. She parted her legs coyaly, hands tracing the shoulder blades as he eased a condom over himself, a slight shiver as his hands touched himself.
Leaning forward he eased himself into her, leaning against her chest, grunting as he found the depth and friction he needed. He pushed himself inside eagerly awaiting the depths of her that would claim him. She clamped down on him immediantly. Eyes shut tightly as he moved quickly. He sighed. She had never been this tight before, he slammed hardly into her balls slapping against her open theighs, her screams hidden by his lips. He pushed harder faster, plunging into depths elicting loud mannys from her lips. He bit his lip as he moved quicker, the pent up feelings of frustration being spent in a matter of seconds.
"thank god for bootycalls" he mumbled underneath his breath.
Author: kiley
Pairing: Cruz/Santiago
Rating: NC17
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She knocked on the door angrily. The door opening just as quickly, his eyes a mixture of relief and happiness.
"You came"
"It's two o'clock in the god damn morning Manny, what the hell is your problem" she sighed, hand raking through untamed locks.
"Come in.." he stood aside ushering her inside his warm apartment. "I need to ask you a favour"
"you could have asked me at a decent hour"
"Ritza.. just shut up for a second" He sighed, pulling at one of her hands that clasped her bag, retreiving the bag from her hand, dropping it to the floor.
"Get on you knees" He instructed, promptly. Maritza choking in response.
"Manny, you can't be serious!"
"I am.. deadly" he refuted pulling her standing frame flush against his. "You feel that?"
She had to admit. Although not the most subtle requests she was feeling hot and bothered, and feeling his fully erect hard cock digging against her, certainly did not help.
He grabbed ahold of her hands lowering them to the bulge in his pants, pushing her hand roughly against him. "this.. this is what you do to me.. walking around that damn office, in those low cut tops, those jeans that hug your ass so well" he stumbled over words, the need for pure physical contact taking over. He moved his hands to her shoulders pushing her down to the floor. "I'm not gonna ask twice"
She fell to her knees, excitedly. She'd never seen this side of him before and was intrested to see where it would go.
Her slender fingers pulled at the drawstring of his pyjama pants, finger hooking underneath the loose fitting material that had formed a tent with the length of him. She watched as the pants cascaded to the ground pooling at his ankles. He stepped aside kicking them, watching them slide over the floorboards and halting promptly at the door.
She slid her hands against him, tugging gently, skimming over the textured skin, caressed his balls. Felt his hands against her shoulders urging her to take him.
"Don't fucking tease Ritza" he gritted pushing her forward.
She sighed. God she hated men and their dominance. Although for this little lamb it was quite a hot turn from the usual tender loving guy. She complied, her tounge flicking at the head of him, his hips jerking suddenly, a sharp intake of breath. Her hands travelled slowly up his legs and theighs before halting at his hips. She grasped them tightly as she ran her tounge over the underside of his length, tasting his skin on the tip of her tounge.
She contined the long taunting journey to lick the underside of his balls, a satisfied moan falling from his lips. He opened his eyes looking down at the woman on her knees, a smile forming against his lips, as he watched her lips curl around the head of him, the feeling of her hot mouth against him sending him into a spiral of need. Hands entwined themselves in locks of ebony, her tounge swirling around the outside of him electing a long moan of her name. She moved her head slowly, bobbing along as she moved. A long string of curses as she moved slowly. Burying her face against him, his entire length obscured in her mouth.
She moved slowly at first her lips dragging over the exposed skin as she pulled back, the moisture elicting shivers from him, before she moved back again quickly, his hard on covered with her wet, hot moist lips. Her movements increased in pace, his hands tangling themselves in her hair. He thrust forward, pushing him further into her mouth. She moaned in protest, the vibrations driving a long awaited "maritza" from her lips the drop of pre cum clearly distinctive in her mouth. She felt his hands detangle themselves from her hair and push her away gently.
He noted the skirt thrown on carelessly. It was completely out of character for her, but the slender legs and spiked heels had it going for him.
He knelt infront of her pushing her backwards, pushing the skirt up to her hips, his hot mouth dancing over the bare theighs, teeth hooking underneath the waist band of her panties, hot breath taunting her as he pulled them off with his teeth.
"turn around" he muttered reaching for a flatsided brush. She complied about facing her back to him.
"On all fours" he instructed firmly. She raised an eyebrow at this but did so anyway.
Felt his smooth chest against her back as he leaned into her ear.
"tell me you don't love him"
"What! what the hell?"
She felt the sensation of a thwack against her ass followed by a sharp stinging burn. He was spanking her.
"Tell me you don't love him" He repeated, hand steady as he awaited a response. He recived nothing partly due to her shock but swung the brush once again. Her ass turning a delicious shade of pink.
"TELL ME" he yelled brush in mid air.
"I don't... i don't love him" she stumbled over words, her body shivering from the sheer pleasure he provided with such a simple thing.
"Tell me that you want me" He asked eyes darkening.
"Tell me" he instructed firmly, thwacking against her again.
For now all she could feel was the delicous burn of the brush hitting her, hell it was gonna hurt tomorrow but for now. It was hot.
"Say it!" THWACK she bit her lips as she came, her back arching against the back of his theighs, his hard on pressing erotically against her behind.
He smiled slyly, pulling her up to him.
"Leave the skirt and shoes on" he muttered hitching her right leg up to his theigh placing her slender frame on the bench.
Fingers curling around the underside of the bench in order to balance her. She parted her legs coyaly, hands tracing the shoulder blades as he eased a condom over himself, a slight shiver as his hands touched himself.
Leaning forward he eased himself into her, leaning against her chest, grunting as he found the depth and friction he needed. He pushed himself inside eagerly awaiting the depths of her that would claim him. She clamped down on him immediantly. Eyes shut tightly as he moved quickly. He sighed. She had never been this tight before, he slammed hardly into her balls slapping against her open theighs, her screams hidden by his lips. He pushed harder faster, plunging into depths elicting loud mannys from her lips. He bit his lip as he moved quicker, the pent up feelings of frustration being spent in a matter of seconds.
"thank god for bootycalls" he mumbled underneath his breath.