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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,598
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2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Why Not
TITLE: Why Not
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Lost
SHIP: Sawyer / Juliet
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 4 - Season Finale
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS - SEASON 4 - SEASON FINALE. Sawyer and Juliet deal with the consequences of their actions and the losses they have suffered.
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: 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
Sawyer stumbled out of the surf, breathing heavily. He sank down on the sand to find Juliet lounging on the beach, a bottle of Dharma Initiative Vodka in her hand, with about a quarter of it already missing. "What're you celebrating?" he asked, her big blue eyes catching his steel grey ones. "Not celebrating." She stated and gesture over his head at the ocean behind him. He turned around and he felt a chill come over him as he saw the thick pall of smoke and its import struck him. It had to be the freighter. "Oh, Freckles. I thought it was for the best." He thought miserably and grabbed the bottle from Juliet. He took a heavy belt, grateful for the burning sensation the alcohol made as it ran down his throat, allowing him to feel something in the sudden numbness that had come over him.
They passed the bottle back and forth between them as the smoke slowly dissipated as the freighter finally sunk, each of them lost in their own thoughts. They exchanged pain-filled glances as they drank and then he handed her back the bottle without drinking, giving her the last mouthful. "Ever the gentleman, James." She complimented him with a wry smile. "Yeah, that's me. Now... Let's see, we're both a little drunk; they're all dead and we won't ever get off the god-forsaken island, so... Wanna fuck?" he asked, looking for something else to dull the pain, now that all the booze was gone.
Juliet was a fine figure of a woman. Nordic, blonde features and piercing blue eyes topped a tall, lush, curvy frame with high, full breasts. He could see her taut stomach through her half unbuttoned shirt and the valley of her tapered waist leading to the smooth rounded ridge of her flared hip and the shapely slopes of her legs as she rested on her side. She gave him a speculative look and then looked at the empty bottle. She shook it, checking if it was truly empty and satisfied, she tossed the bottle away. "Why not." She replied, rolling onto her back and he watched for a moment as she undid the belt, button and zipper that held up her shorts.
He stood up and stripped off his jeans and boxers, his shirt and shoes having been left behind somewhere in the ocean during his swim to shore. He stroked his growing erection as he looked down at her as she lifted her ass and, tugging them off her hips, undulated out of her shorts and panties. He knelt and took them from her hands, pulling them the rest of the way down her tanned legs, his cock bobbing and twitching against his belly. He can see a slight glint of moisture on the full, lips of her pussy, her fold peeking out between them, pink and inviting, and she is a natural blonde, as the small triangle of closely cropped hair attests. She spread her legs and he shifted forward, reaching for the buttons on her shirt. He paused for a moment and then simply took a loose edge in either of his hands and yanked them apart, tearing her shirt open to reveal her simple, white cotton bra and the breasts its cups encased. He reached forward and took the globes in his hands, squeezing and fondling them through the soft material that surrounded them. His thumbs found the nubs of her nipples as they pressed against the cotton of her bra, making hard peaks, which he rolled and flicked.
Juliet lets out a long, soft groan, deep in her throat and shifted her shoulders, pressing her firm breasts into his exploring hands. Sawyer let his hands slide down from her breasts, lightly caressing her ribs before he forces his fingertips under the bottom rim of her bra and pushes the undergarment up and off her mounds, which are now warm and smooth in his hands. He weighs them, their lower curves resting on his palms and his fingers massaging the sides as he rubs them together. He can see the curve-sided triangles of pale skin where her bikini top has protected her breasts from the sun and they make her brown areola and nipples seem even darker. Her nipples are about the length and diameter of the first joint of his little finger and he lowers his head to suck one of them into his mouth. He laps at the little nub, swirling his tongue around it as he sucks and nips at her tit flesh and she presses her breasts into his hungry mouth with groaning enthusiasm.
Sawyer felt her hand snake between them, grasp his cock and slowly begin to skim her fist down his length. He groaned against her breast at the feel of the warm pressure and friction of her strong fingers massaging their way down his dick. She guided him with a gentle grip at his base, rubbing his dick head through her folds, which were wet and slippery and radiated heat onto him as they surrounded him as she drew him to her entrance. He lifted his head from her breast and made to kiss her, but she turned her head and he drew back. "Nothing personal." She explained, turning back to face him "Fair enough." He acknowledged and let her urge him into her with a gentle tug and he thrust forward. She released him once he had started to move on his own and he felt her hands on his ass, her fingers tightening and testing the muscles below his skin.
He exhaled slowly, his eyes closing to slits as he slid into her, her flesh parting hesitantly, resisting his steady pressure before surrendering and surrounding him. She gasped as he stretched and filled her. Juliet's back arched, and her hips rose in reaction, her nails digging into his ass as she pulled him toward her. Her flesh dragged along his shaft with delicious hot friction, clutching at his skin. He could feel her growing wetter, her natural sex grease aiding his journey into her intimate depths. They moved together and he finds her core and their bodies meet. They grind together before parting and starting the slow steady rocking, rolling, thrusting dance of lovers.
He lowered his head and more of his weight onto her, her breasts flattening against his chest. Her nipples scrape across his skin, hot embers surrounded by the warm flames of her breasts as he drives into her. He nuzzles and sucks at the juncture of her neck and shoulders, groaning his enjoyment against her skin as her tight flesh whispers and caresses along his shaft. He can hear her panting and moaning as she writhes under him and her sex clutches at his shaft, dragging along his length, back and forth with delightful friction and pressure. Her hands grasp at his ass, fingers and nails testing the flesh of his buttocks. One of those hands drags its way up his back, nails leaving fiery trails behind them before her fingers wind into his hair.
He hears her call his name: "James... James... James", as if from along way away as he concentrates on the sensations of their connecting bodies to avoid thinking, to avoid feelings of loss he knows lurk in his heart. Sharp pain refocuses his attention as she grabs his hair and yanks back hard and she calls his name sharply and urgently: "Sawyer!" he slowed his thrusting as his eyes met hers. "You have to pull out before you cum... or... or you can finish in my ass." She instructed him, adding the last after hesitating and giving him a searching look. "We may all die on this fucking island, but I won't kill a child along with me by getting pregnant." She explained.
He takes a deep breath to steady himself, his sex still inside hers, but still throbbing, pulsing against her tight velvet grip. "Why wait until I'm ready to cum?" he suggested and pulled out of her, shifted back on her his knees and with a deft move, flipped her onto her belly. She didn't resist him at all as he pulled her up onto her hands and knees. She grunted and he hissed as he drove back into the tight warmth of her sex again, driving himself into her moist depths, coating himself in her cream. He grabbed her ass in his strong hands, fondling it and spreading her cheeks to expose the rosebud of her anus. He pulled back, leaving only his tip inside her. He worked spit into his mouth and then let it dribble onto her crinkled rear entrance.
He worked a thumb into her, the tight ring of muscles resisting his passage, but he persisted, stretching, opening her. He slid completely out of her snatch and grasping his cock, positioned himself at her rear entrance. He pressed forward, his pointed tip pressing against the tight ring of muscles that protected her bowels. He sank in a little before being stalled by her resisting flesh. He continued to apply pressure, but his cock started to bend without any further forward progress. He eased up, shifting his grasp on his cock, moving his hand closer to the head before pressing forward and down once more. He heard her breath hitch and then she let out a sharp cry as his dickhead defeated her defenses and popped into her ass.
He had been applying such concentrated effort and she her body had been resisting so stubbornly that he was caught be surprise and he forward momentum had him ploughing nearly half his length into her before he could gain control. He could hear her pant heavily and groan, trembling beneath him. "Sorry." He apologized, feeling her tight, hot bowels twitch around his cock, making it twitch in response. She raised her head, looking up at him over her shoulder, blinking. He saw her run her tongue over her lower lip. "Don't apologize, Sawyer, just fuck me." She told him fiercely, her cool blue eyes blazing hotly. He threw his head back, flicking his hair out of his face and did as she bid him. He gritted his teeth as he thrust forward, her tight ass strenuously resisting him and only reluctantly surrendering to his unrelenting pressure. He slid his hands up her back and gripped her rounded shoulders and pulled her back onto him, both of them grunting as his pelvis collided with her buttocks with a slap.
He rocked slightly back and forth, his length buried to the balls inside her molten, steamy, tight bowels, allowing her time to adjust to his invasion despite her instructions. He started off with slow, short strokes, her hot flesh clutching at him, dragging its tight grip along his shaft. His strokes slowly grew longer and smoother, his arms relaxing and tensing as he pulled her into his thrusts until she picked up the rhythm and pace herself, pressing back into him. He sucked in air through his mouth and exhaled heavily through flared nostrils as they strained together and he could feel her flesh quiver around him as his balls began to tighten and churn with the growing need for release.
He relinquished his hold on her shoulders and cupped her breasts, squeezing them, testing the firm, but pliable flesh as he continued to drive into her and she ground back against him. He could feel the shockwaves that ran through her body each time his hips connected with her ass, her bowels pulsing along his length as he throbbed inside her depths. She made little whimpering moans, panting rapidly as his thrusts grew harder and faster. He could see her hands, clench at the sand, knuckles going white with intensity of her grip. He kept one hand at her breast and let the other slide down her ribcage and across the shuddering, curved ridges and slight valleys of her taut stomach. His fingers brushed through the soft curls of her pubes and finally found their destination, the pearl of her exposed clit.
His endurance was reaching its end as his enjoyment of the pleasure he was taking from her waged a losing battle with his need for release. He diddled her clit as best he could. He could feel his thighs start to tremble with the strain. Sweat stung his eyes and he blinked, thrusting hard as his ass clenched and he felt his balls reach boiling point. His cock expanded against the tight grip of her ass and his seed barreled up his length and spurted into her bowels as his cock rhythmically contracted and expanded. His back arched, driving him even deeper into her and he threw his head back and roared his release and pain at the sky as pleasurable energy snaked across his senses in delectable waves. He vaguely heard her utter a drawn out cry of her own and felt her shudder beneath him. He felt fresh, hot moisture on his fingers and figured she'd found her release as well, as he continued to empty his balls into her.
The tension in his body and the intensity of his spurts finally started to fade. He drew in a ragged breath, his chest heaving, the tight grip of her rear channel massaging his cock, sending sporadic bursts of pleasure into him. He leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips to her neck, just below her ear. "You okay?" he asked, whispering into the shell of her ear. He could still feel her trembling beneath and around him. He heard her suck in air heavily and let it out slowly after a moment. "I'm... I'm fine. Everything considered, that is." She answered. He started to say something, but suddenly, the ground seemed to shift under him and in another moment everything went dark.
THE END
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Lost
SHIP: Sawyer / Juliet
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 4 - Season Finale
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS - SEASON 4 - SEASON FINALE. Sawyer and Juliet deal with the consequences of their actions and the losses they have suffered.
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: 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
Sawyer stumbled out of the surf, breathing heavily. He sank down on the sand to find Juliet lounging on the beach, a bottle of Dharma Initiative Vodka in her hand, with about a quarter of it already missing. "What're you celebrating?" he asked, her big blue eyes catching his steel grey ones. "Not celebrating." She stated and gesture over his head at the ocean behind him. He turned around and he felt a chill come over him as he saw the thick pall of smoke and its import struck him. It had to be the freighter. "Oh, Freckles. I thought it was for the best." He thought miserably and grabbed the bottle from Juliet. He took a heavy belt, grateful for the burning sensation the alcohol made as it ran down his throat, allowing him to feel something in the sudden numbness that had come over him.
They passed the bottle back and forth between them as the smoke slowly dissipated as the freighter finally sunk, each of them lost in their own thoughts. They exchanged pain-filled glances as they drank and then he handed her back the bottle without drinking, giving her the last mouthful. "Ever the gentleman, James." She complimented him with a wry smile. "Yeah, that's me. Now... Let's see, we're both a little drunk; they're all dead and we won't ever get off the god-forsaken island, so... Wanna fuck?" he asked, looking for something else to dull the pain, now that all the booze was gone.
Juliet was a fine figure of a woman. Nordic, blonde features and piercing blue eyes topped a tall, lush, curvy frame with high, full breasts. He could see her taut stomach through her half unbuttoned shirt and the valley of her tapered waist leading to the smooth rounded ridge of her flared hip and the shapely slopes of her legs as she rested on her side. She gave him a speculative look and then looked at the empty bottle. She shook it, checking if it was truly empty and satisfied, she tossed the bottle away. "Why not." She replied, rolling onto her back and he watched for a moment as she undid the belt, button and zipper that held up her shorts.
He stood up and stripped off his jeans and boxers, his shirt and shoes having been left behind somewhere in the ocean during his swim to shore. He stroked his growing erection as he looked down at her as she lifted her ass and, tugging them off her hips, undulated out of her shorts and panties. He knelt and took them from her hands, pulling them the rest of the way down her tanned legs, his cock bobbing and twitching against his belly. He can see a slight glint of moisture on the full, lips of her pussy, her fold peeking out between them, pink and inviting, and she is a natural blonde, as the small triangle of closely cropped hair attests. She spread her legs and he shifted forward, reaching for the buttons on her shirt. He paused for a moment and then simply took a loose edge in either of his hands and yanked them apart, tearing her shirt open to reveal her simple, white cotton bra and the breasts its cups encased. He reached forward and took the globes in his hands, squeezing and fondling them through the soft material that surrounded them. His thumbs found the nubs of her nipples as they pressed against the cotton of her bra, making hard peaks, which he rolled and flicked.
Juliet lets out a long, soft groan, deep in her throat and shifted her shoulders, pressing her firm breasts into his exploring hands. Sawyer let his hands slide down from her breasts, lightly caressing her ribs before he forces his fingertips under the bottom rim of her bra and pushes the undergarment up and off her mounds, which are now warm and smooth in his hands. He weighs them, their lower curves resting on his palms and his fingers massaging the sides as he rubs them together. He can see the curve-sided triangles of pale skin where her bikini top has protected her breasts from the sun and they make her brown areola and nipples seem even darker. Her nipples are about the length and diameter of the first joint of his little finger and he lowers his head to suck one of them into his mouth. He laps at the little nub, swirling his tongue around it as he sucks and nips at her tit flesh and she presses her breasts into his hungry mouth with groaning enthusiasm.
Sawyer felt her hand snake between them, grasp his cock and slowly begin to skim her fist down his length. He groaned against her breast at the feel of the warm pressure and friction of her strong fingers massaging their way down his dick. She guided him with a gentle grip at his base, rubbing his dick head through her folds, which were wet and slippery and radiated heat onto him as they surrounded him as she drew him to her entrance. He lifted his head from her breast and made to kiss her, but she turned her head and he drew back. "Nothing personal." She explained, turning back to face him "Fair enough." He acknowledged and let her urge him into her with a gentle tug and he thrust forward. She released him once he had started to move on his own and he felt her hands on his ass, her fingers tightening and testing the muscles below his skin.
He exhaled slowly, his eyes closing to slits as he slid into her, her flesh parting hesitantly, resisting his steady pressure before surrendering and surrounding him. She gasped as he stretched and filled her. Juliet's back arched, and her hips rose in reaction, her nails digging into his ass as she pulled him toward her. Her flesh dragged along his shaft with delicious hot friction, clutching at his skin. He could feel her growing wetter, her natural sex grease aiding his journey into her intimate depths. They moved together and he finds her core and their bodies meet. They grind together before parting and starting the slow steady rocking, rolling, thrusting dance of lovers.
He lowered his head and more of his weight onto her, her breasts flattening against his chest. Her nipples scrape across his skin, hot embers surrounded by the warm flames of her breasts as he drives into her. He nuzzles and sucks at the juncture of her neck and shoulders, groaning his enjoyment against her skin as her tight flesh whispers and caresses along his shaft. He can hear her panting and moaning as she writhes under him and her sex clutches at his shaft, dragging along his length, back and forth with delightful friction and pressure. Her hands grasp at his ass, fingers and nails testing the flesh of his buttocks. One of those hands drags its way up his back, nails leaving fiery trails behind them before her fingers wind into his hair.
He hears her call his name: "James... James... James", as if from along way away as he concentrates on the sensations of their connecting bodies to avoid thinking, to avoid feelings of loss he knows lurk in his heart. Sharp pain refocuses his attention as she grabs his hair and yanks back hard and she calls his name sharply and urgently: "Sawyer!" he slowed his thrusting as his eyes met hers. "You have to pull out before you cum... or... or you can finish in my ass." She instructed him, adding the last after hesitating and giving him a searching look. "We may all die on this fucking island, but I won't kill a child along with me by getting pregnant." She explained.
He takes a deep breath to steady himself, his sex still inside hers, but still throbbing, pulsing against her tight velvet grip. "Why wait until I'm ready to cum?" he suggested and pulled out of her, shifted back on her his knees and with a deft move, flipped her onto her belly. She didn't resist him at all as he pulled her up onto her hands and knees. She grunted and he hissed as he drove back into the tight warmth of her sex again, driving himself into her moist depths, coating himself in her cream. He grabbed her ass in his strong hands, fondling it and spreading her cheeks to expose the rosebud of her anus. He pulled back, leaving only his tip inside her. He worked spit into his mouth and then let it dribble onto her crinkled rear entrance.
He worked a thumb into her, the tight ring of muscles resisting his passage, but he persisted, stretching, opening her. He slid completely out of her snatch and grasping his cock, positioned himself at her rear entrance. He pressed forward, his pointed tip pressing against the tight ring of muscles that protected her bowels. He sank in a little before being stalled by her resisting flesh. He continued to apply pressure, but his cock started to bend without any further forward progress. He eased up, shifting his grasp on his cock, moving his hand closer to the head before pressing forward and down once more. He heard her breath hitch and then she let out a sharp cry as his dickhead defeated her defenses and popped into her ass.
He had been applying such concentrated effort and she her body had been resisting so stubbornly that he was caught be surprise and he forward momentum had him ploughing nearly half his length into her before he could gain control. He could hear her pant heavily and groan, trembling beneath him. "Sorry." He apologized, feeling her tight, hot bowels twitch around his cock, making it twitch in response. She raised her head, looking up at him over her shoulder, blinking. He saw her run her tongue over her lower lip. "Don't apologize, Sawyer, just fuck me." She told him fiercely, her cool blue eyes blazing hotly. He threw his head back, flicking his hair out of his face and did as she bid him. He gritted his teeth as he thrust forward, her tight ass strenuously resisting him and only reluctantly surrendering to his unrelenting pressure. He slid his hands up her back and gripped her rounded shoulders and pulled her back onto him, both of them grunting as his pelvis collided with her buttocks with a slap.
He rocked slightly back and forth, his length buried to the balls inside her molten, steamy, tight bowels, allowing her time to adjust to his invasion despite her instructions. He started off with slow, short strokes, her hot flesh clutching at him, dragging its tight grip along his shaft. His strokes slowly grew longer and smoother, his arms relaxing and tensing as he pulled her into his thrusts until she picked up the rhythm and pace herself, pressing back into him. He sucked in air through his mouth and exhaled heavily through flared nostrils as they strained together and he could feel her flesh quiver around him as his balls began to tighten and churn with the growing need for release.
He relinquished his hold on her shoulders and cupped her breasts, squeezing them, testing the firm, but pliable flesh as he continued to drive into her and she ground back against him. He could feel the shockwaves that ran through her body each time his hips connected with her ass, her bowels pulsing along his length as he throbbed inside her depths. She made little whimpering moans, panting rapidly as his thrusts grew harder and faster. He could see her hands, clench at the sand, knuckles going white with intensity of her grip. He kept one hand at her breast and let the other slide down her ribcage and across the shuddering, curved ridges and slight valleys of her taut stomach. His fingers brushed through the soft curls of her pubes and finally found their destination, the pearl of her exposed clit.
His endurance was reaching its end as his enjoyment of the pleasure he was taking from her waged a losing battle with his need for release. He diddled her clit as best he could. He could feel his thighs start to tremble with the strain. Sweat stung his eyes and he blinked, thrusting hard as his ass clenched and he felt his balls reach boiling point. His cock expanded against the tight grip of her ass and his seed barreled up his length and spurted into her bowels as his cock rhythmically contracted and expanded. His back arched, driving him even deeper into her and he threw his head back and roared his release and pain at the sky as pleasurable energy snaked across his senses in delectable waves. He vaguely heard her utter a drawn out cry of her own and felt her shudder beneath him. He felt fresh, hot moisture on his fingers and figured she'd found her release as well, as he continued to empty his balls into her.
The tension in his body and the intensity of his spurts finally started to fade. He drew in a ragged breath, his chest heaving, the tight grip of her rear channel massaging his cock, sending sporadic bursts of pleasure into him. He leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips to her neck, just below her ear. "You okay?" he asked, whispering into the shell of her ear. He could still feel her trembling beneath and around him. He heard her suck in air heavily and let it out slowly after a moment. "I'm... I'm fine. Everything considered, that is." She answered. He started to say something, but suddenly, the ground seemed to shift under him and in another moment everything went dark.
THE END