bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

Matt...

[She drew his name out, turning her wrist so she could press around the entirety of his ass, slicking him up that much more before she slid in a little further.]

[He groaned and moved against her hand, pleading wordlessly in groans and sighs.] We're enjoying this too much.

That's kind of the point of sex, Matt.

[She was grinning as she let her finger go in a little further, careful with him, turning her wrist back upright so she could crook her finger, starting to look for his prostate to tease against.]

Thought you only liked me for my liquor cabinet. [She'll know when she's found his sweet spot. The chattiness would stop abruptly. That and the way his body arched off the bed, the involuntary spasm and the swearing between the whore noises would give it away.]

[Her look was utterly blase, her finger staying pressed over it, rubbing slightly for ten seconds longer than he could probably take before she turned it away, sliding her finger in a little more deeply.]

I like you for a lot of things. Alcohol's one of them.

[Those were a painfully long ten seconds that felt like ten minutes in which he got closer to God for all the wrong reasons, begging not-so-silently for relief. She probably got a string of yeses and nos interspersed between the 'holy shit Jess what the hell oh my god please' instead of any sign that he'd heard what she said.]

[Watching him lose himself that much was a treat, and she opted to keep playing with him. She slid her finger almost all the way out, then slowly eased it back in, working it in deeper and watching again for signs of discomfort. Every once in a while, she'd crook it and press over that magic spot, biting her lip and wondering how effusive he'd be with those praises.]

[She was blowing his mind in ways his mind hadn’t been blown in so long that it felt like the first time all over again. He was writhing on the bed, his hips responding to her touch, white-knuckled grip in the side of his pillow. His toes curled and he bit down on his bottom lip to stifle his moans. On the few rare occasions his eyes fluttered open he seemed dazed, half-high on what she was doing to him as laboured breaths turned to shallow panting.] Fuck me Jess. Please...

[She kept her gaze on him, a flush going over her cheeks as she felt her own rush of arousal. Matt in the throes of being horny was... fucking amazing to watch.]

Not yet, greedy. I told you, I'm going easy on you.

[Not entirely true. She was tickling over that spot more often than she needed to, but it was too enticing to make him writhe like that for her to resist. She did draw her finger all the way out, picking up the bottle of lube and adding another drizzle, just in case, then moved to make one finger become two.

Her vibrator wasn't a large girthy one, small, slim and silver, but it was still wider than a single digit.]

Tell me how much you like it.

You’re not, you- you... [He hissed and groaned again as she stroked him just there. Had him whimpering and quivering. Whatever she was doing to him down there felt big and invasive and pleasurable - the exact opposite of going easy. He liked it enough to not want to touch his hard, throbbing cock in case he made a mess too soon, too quickly. His uncoordinated squirming made for a poor attempt at lowering the intensity of how everything felt.]

I like this. [It’s a quiet but shameless little plea.] I like you on me, in me. You... you feel amazing. [She had him raking his nails over the mattress with his head turned, the exposed side of his neck hot to the touch.]

[Jessica kept her fingers moving slowly, carefully, letting him feel her work him open, but not forcing anything. Not pushing past any resistance. Just pressing into him and moving when he allowed it. And, yes, finding that spot to watch him buck, because Jesus Christ...]

And think, I'm doing all this with my clothes on.

[She was aware of the fact she was fully dressed if only because she could feel the heat of her arousal trapped between her skin and the cloth covering it.]

Think you're ready for Buzz?

I want to. I want... [This felt like some sort of payback for last night. He'd stayed mostly clothed as well with his head between her legs. But unlike him she couldn't hear or feel the way his shirt caressed his skin. Matt wouldn't really be sure if he was ready to go to infinity and beyond, despite what his filthy mouth was insisting at the moment.]

[She was still smiling, feeling that throbbing need beating through her even as he squirmed in front of her. Drawing her hand free, she moved to pick up the vibrator, drizzling lube over it and stroking it to spread it evenly as well as to try to warm it up for him.]

I like you like this. Another Kodak moment.

[Her slick hand moved to his cock, gripping around the base of him to keep the blood flow trapped as she slowly pressed the silver wand to his ass. She was slow as she pressed it in, watching. Judging. Enjoying.]

Holy ffffwoh my god [His eyebrows furrowed as he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched down hard around that odd sensation that screamed COLDcoldcold throughout his body. If she wasn't so close to him he might have kicked her. He made a half-hearted lunge for her wrist and his fingertips grasped helplessly into thin air, hovering an inch away from her forearm.]

[She stilled, twisting the vibrator instead of pressing it in, drawing it back out just a little before she nudged it back in that little bit again.]

Too much?

[It was a lot for Mr. Slugs in Your Mouth to process - she could forgive him for not being immediately responsive. He breathed out a shaky sigh and forced his body to relax against that instinctive reaction to retreat amidst that feeling of not understanding what the hell was happening. There was tingling in places that weren't used to any sort of tingling.] I don't- I d-... what- just- oh... [Yeah. She'd broken him. Well done, Jessica Jones. After all that time she'd spent putting him back together, too.]

[She was genuinely a little concerned. His cock was still up, still rock hard -- almost appearing to be painfully so. He was still looking flushed and looking down, she could see his toes curling. He wasn't pushing away, sitting up, pushing her away. But he also wasn't making any sense.]

Gonna need you to clarify, Matt. Informed consent, remember?

[He needed another minute. Mostly just to refocus or think about something else, go somewhere else so that he could dial down the intensity on, well, everything in this moment. The words were in his head, just not coming out right. A part of him might have wanted to scream if he tried to talk any more than he already had.] I don't know what's happening. [The words were blurted out in a babbled string.] I don't- [Another deep breath.] I don't know but it feels great.

Good. I can take good feelings over petrified or in pain.

[With that as a go ahead, she slowly started to press the toy in, making sure the slick over it was easing her way into him.]

[Her dirty little Catholic boy might sound like he liked getting it in the ass, but that didn't stop his face from contorting into something that was nearly impossible to tell whether he was hurting or enjoying it. Possibly a bit of both. Which was possibly the way he enjoyed most things in life: a feel-good burn with a bit of a sting on the edge. Furrowed brows relaxed and crawled further up his forehead as he breathed out a breathless sigh. He was slowly coming down from his bursting-at-the-seams high, but one right move from her might nudge him right back onto the precipice.]

[One move? What about... the twist of her other hand coming up to turn the vibration on. Low.]

Oh fuck [he cried out, loud enough for his hoarse, ragged voice to carry throughout his apartment. His head and torso lurched up off the mattress and he strained helplessly on his elbows before he cried out again and his head snapped to the side, one of his fists curling into his messy hair as his lower body squirmed before her. His back was arched half off the sheets at an angle, his spine drawing a curved line from the tailbone wedged between her legs to the pillow. She held his body hostage as his cock twitched and leaked a bit at the head.] Wait. Wait. I can’t- [The panic was just starting to set in which had his muscles tightening around that low hum and the sensations intensified, drawing another tortured moan from his dry lips.]

Oh, I think you can...

[Even so, she turned the vibration off, keeping her hand still and not moving the vibrator as it stayed half inserted inside him. He made quite the sight, all sweaty and strained and lying there like she was destroying him with the flick of her wrist. It was a heady sensation.]

[She gave him a brief respite from the madness, during which he struggled to catch his breath. His chest heaved with exertion and his stomach dipped as his muscles tightened around the vibrator. The little voice that had been repeating 'bad idea' over and over again in his head had run away with its tail between its legs, leaving only a messy heap of temptations and sins behind.] Is this what you do to yourself when you're alone? [Because honestly, he would be a complete wreck if they did this all the time.]

Mm, not generally this slow. This is usually for some kind of quick and dirty release, just to get to sleep.

[She moved to press it in a little further, not turning it back in, but not letting him get too used to it being still.]

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I feel dirty again - sensing a pattern here with you...

Me? I did nothing. /innocent

such denial, much guilt

Said the pot to the kettle.

I totally didn't start this at all >_> <_<

Except you DID

It was ONE INNOCENT QUESTION

SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE it was.

She could have been like nah bro.

And yet...

See? Her fault. Ta da...

Psh. It takes two to tango, Devilboy.

Is that what we're calling this? Ass tango?

Polka ass

Wow

=D

Heading off soon. Long day. Touched Nathan Fillion's ass and walked into John Barrowman by accident.

Sounds fun =)