Rewards

Rewards

Author: KhiDax

Pairing: G/C

Rating: NC17 for sex!

Spoilers: None it could fit anywhere

Archive: You mean someone might want this?? Suust ust let me know where!

Feedback: Oh please, I’ve never written a PWP before and I’m anxious to hear what people think, but please be kind! :o)

Author’s Note: This is just a PWP that popped into my head as I woke up this morning. Angie will this do till I finish my WIP?

Dedication: Firstly to AbyKitten who beta’s all my fanfic, even for the programmes she doesn’t watch like this one. And most importantly Vividlyblue1 who has given me back my will to write! Love ya honey!!


Rewards

It was the teams last night in the hotel and they had decided to kick back and relax together. The conference had ended that afternoon and they would have to head back to Vegas in the morning.

As they headed for the lounge, Nick, Warrick and Sara in the lead, Grissom caught Catherine’s arm and held her back for a moment, not wanting the others to hear what he said.

“I’ve changed our two singles to a double,” he told her, “and had them move us uploorloor.”

Catherine was thrilled. Since admitting their feelings for each other three months ago, this was the first time Grissom had risked the ‘kids’ finding out about them. “Oh,” she smiled at him, her eyes glowing, “you have to be rewarded for this.”

The look on her face made Grissom’s stomach tighten as he followed her and the others into the room.

It was a small hotel compared to the ones on the strip, but quiet and welcoming. Nick had picked a booth towards the back and sat there with Warrick and Sara waiting on the other two to arrive.

They ordered drinks and when they had them, Nick launched into a funny story about something that had happened during the conference. At least Grissom thought that’s what he was doing. He, on the other hand, was being totally distracted by what Catherine was doing with her hand.

Taking an audible sip of his drink and trying to give no outward display of what he was feeling, Grissom smiled at what he hoped was an appropriate moment, but she was very good and it was difficult. After about fifteen minutes of her feather like touches along his inner thigh and across his crotch, he had to excuse himself. As he stood to go to the men’s room, ensuring his neatly untucked shirt was covering the bulge in his trousers, Catherine rose too. “Little girl’s room,” she murmured to the others.

Just as they were about to separate and head for the appropriate doors, Catherine whispered, “Do anything about that,” and she lightly brushed his crotch., “and you’ll get no reward tonight.” She smiled at his muffled groan and walked off.

Warrick sat at the table trying to listen to Nick and Sara, but his mind was on what he had been witnessing at the other side of the table. He didn’t really know for sure what Catherine was doing, but from Grissom’s behaviour he could take a good guess. Not only that, he was sure that Grissom’s shirt had been tucked inside his pants when he sat down. He smiled, ‘Poor guy,’ he thought, then he changed his mind, ‘no, damn lucky guy.’ He tried to think when things had changed between his boss and the strawberry blond, but couldn’t.

All through the evening Grissom had to excuse himself at random intervals or risk exploding at the table. At one point he actually left the lounge completely and took refuge in a corridor with subdued lighting and alcoves. Hiding in one of the alcoves he hoped anyone who passed by wouldn’t notice him or his flushed condition, which he prayed the team thought was the effect of the little alcohol he had taken. No sooner had he rested his back against the wall than Catherine appeared in front of him.

“Heat getting too much for you, Gil?” She asked with a devilish smirk on her face, she was clearly enjoying every moment of this.

Before he could answer, she had deftly slipped her hand inside his clothing and was stroking the length of his shaft. “Oh god, Cath,” he groaned, his head slipping back and his eyes closing. She was torturing him, was this supposed to be his reward?

“Ow!” He exclaimed before clamping his hand over his mouth and giving her an angry look.

“Gotta calm you down a little there Gil boy,” she told him. “Can’t have you popping off prematurely now, can we?” She kissed him passionately and as he stood gasping for breath, she disappeared back to the lounge. Waiting for a few moments so he could compose himself, he followed her vowing revenge.

An hour later, after having more fun with him, Cath called it a night. She sat waiting patiently in their room, her plan fully set in her mind, and she wasn’t disappointed when Gil appeared half an hour later.

“Made your excuses did you?” She asked as she slammed him up against the closed door.

“Catherine Willows, I swear….” He began, but she cut him off.

“Ah, ah, ah, no talking,” she ordered. He closed his mouth quickly and looked into her eyes, seeing a mischievous twinkle there he thought, ‘oh, oh, your for it now Gil boy.’

“And if you want your reward you’ll keep your hands by your side until I tell you otherwise,” she concluded.

Grissom nodded his agreement and stood completely still. Quickly she undressed him, though he noticed she did not remove a stitch of clothing herself. She kissed him on the mouth, running her fingers through his greying hair. Gently but persistently she kissed, licked and nipped her way down to his groin, paying careful attention to his nipples and navel.

He groaned softly, his whole body vibrating, God she was good! She took a firm grasp of the root of hisft bft before treating it like a Popsicle, licking up one side and down the other, carefully avoiding it’s throbbing tip.

“Ah….” He moaned. She was killing him, and he knew he couldn’t take much more of this, so did she. He felt his knees begin to buckle, as she lathed the tip of his penis wier ter tongue, and fought to stay upright. Still she wouldn’t allow him release.

Finally she took his full length into her mouth, pumping her head back and forward as she used all the muscles in her mouth to her full advantage. Then she let go of his shaft and felt him spill into her mouth as she greedily swallowed every last bit.

Spent, Grissom sank to his knees and reached for her. Her raised eyebrow made him snap his hands back to his sides as though he’d been burned. He couldn’t believe it, she had more planned?

“Lie face down on the bed,” she ordered, “you need to regain your strength.”

Obediently he walked to the large double bed and lay down. He felt her climb on top, straddling him. Beginning at his neck, she gave him the most sensual full body massage of his life. It took almost an hour and he began to wonder just what he had let himself in for when he had finally declared his feelings for this beautiful, intelligent, artistic woman.

“Do you trust me?” She asked him, moving to stand at the side of the bed. Remembering her order not to speak, he simply looked at her over his shoulder and nodded. “Good, ‘cause we’re going to try something totally new.” He shuddered at the look of anticipation on her face.

“If you’re willing to do exactly as I say,” she continued, “I promise you the most intense release of your life.”

Grissom’s eyes widened in shock. After what she had just done she could still confidently claim that? He became a little nervous, but smothered it. He did trust her. He knew she would never deliberately hurt him.

“Lie on your back, at the edge of the bed, with your feet on the floor,” She told him, kneeling down. Once he had moved she tried to pull him forward but he was too heavy. With a little hesitation, he moved until only his waist upwards was on the bed.

“Rest your head on the bed and close your eyes.” She said as she pulled her overnight bag from under the bed and took three things out of it, laying them on the floor out of his sight.

Catherine was unsure how Gil would react to what she had planned. She had meant what she said about his orgasm, but most heterosexual males were a bit up tight about where her next moves would take her.

First she stroked, licked and lathed him into complete arousal. She could see his hips bucking and hear his moans of pleasure. Quickly she took the silk ribbon and tied it tightly around the bottom of his shaft. She felt him tense, and then try to relax. ‘Good,’ she thought. ‘Now for the difficult part.’

“I don’t want you to freak at what I’m going to do next, Gil.” She warned him and felt him tense again. “Relax,” she cooed, stroking the inside of his thighs with feather like caresses. He shuddered. “I want you to put one leg over each of my shoulders.”

Suddenly realising where this could be going, Grissom lifted his head and looked at her, real fear shining in his eyes, “Cath, I….”

“Ssh, honey,” she reassured him, “trust me. If you relax and work with me you really will enjoy this.”

She saw the battle between fear, trust and curiosity waged in his eyes and was relieved when he did as she asked.

Lubricating her index finger she slowly and carefully inserted it into his anus. She heard him draw in a breath and hold it. He was so tense he was almost rigid, “Relax, darling,” she instructed him, “you’ll love this, I guarantee.”

Again he forced himself to calm down. When he had willingly told her that he would do anything for her, nothing remotely like this had been on his mind.

Feeling him begin to relax and cope with the fact of what she was doing, she slowly inserted her middle finger. Once he seemed comfortable with that she began a slow, gentle scissoring motion. He grunted and she stopped. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, “Okay?” she asked. “Mmhm.” Was the only reply.

She didn’t have to stretch him too much, she had bought the slimmest appliance she could find, but she dearly wanted him to feel what it was like for her to have an orgasm. To feel it in every fibre of his being, if it was done properly, and not just in his groin.

“This next bit might be a bit cold,” she warned him, “but that’s okay, right?” He nodded but said nothing.

She carefully inserted the vibrator and moved it forward searching for his prostate. When she heard an involuntary gasp that held only surprise and no pain, she knew she had found it.

Gently she rocked it back and forward and from side to side, rubbing as much of him as she could. She felt him begin to squirm and decided now was the time.

Keeping a light touch on the vibrator, she leaned forward and took Gil’s shaft into her mouth, circling her tongue around the still engorgead. ad.

“Oh God!” She heard him exclaim. She chuckled deep in her throat as he gasped again.

Starting at the lowest setting, she switched on the vibrator. His hips jack knifed up and he growled. Speeding up the movement of her mouth, the vibrator and it’s setting, she felt him writhing and squirming beneath her and saw his head lashing from side to side. In quick succession she turned the vibrator to full intensity, released the silk ribbon and used her tongue and mouth to full capacity.

“Catherine!!!” Gil screamed as he came and then fell completely silent and immobile.

Catherleanleaned forward and looked into his face. Gil Grissom had fainted.

She cleared everything away and with great difficulty, settled Grissom more comfortably on the bed as she waited for him to come round.

Grissom opened his eyes and looked into the face of his lover. Never had anyone given him such a gift. Every pore, every fibre of his being still vibrated from what she had done. He smiled shyly; he had never fainted from pleasure before. That was another entirely new experience for him.

Catherine leaned forward and caressed his lips with hers, “Enjoy your reward?” she asked with a silly grin on her face. He gave a heart felt sigh, knowing there was an equally silly grin on his own face.

“Oh, yes,” He answered emphatically, raising his hand with an effort to touch her cheek, “life with you will definitely never be dull Ms Willows.”

She chuckled, “Isn’t that what I promised you?”

TBC...