bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

[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.]

So you’re doing this to me on purpose. [He’d pretend to be more upset about it and tell her how cruel she was being if she didn’t have him right where she wanted him and kept distracting him. She’d never let him live down the writhing and moaning horny slut impression he was leaving on her, a soft whimper escaping between his lips as he brushed the back of his fingers along the side of his cock.]

Can you blame me?

[She slid the vibrator in another inch, drawing it back out, then turning it on as she started to slide it back in again. What could she say? He was entertaining to watch.]

[Every time she didn't want an answer from him she could just do that. It set his whole body alight with a strange sort of cold fire, a chill that had him shuddering and gasping for air. He curled his fingers around his erection and hissed as the callouses of his palm travelled up and down along the shaft, licking his lips as he edged close to making a hot mess all over his hand.]

[Turning the vibrator off, she hissed at him, reaching up to swat at his wrist.]

No. We're doing this solely with the toy. No hands. Grab your pillow.

[Cue a pout and a long, slow sigh of half-relief, half-frustration. Fine. He could keep his hands occupied. Pinning one arm under his head had him absentmindedly stroking where his hairline ended on the back of his neck. He tilted his head and licked his lips, biting back a grin.] You're lucky you're cute when you're bossy.

You like being bossed around. It's all part of your Catholic flagellation.

[She didn't give him much reprieve then, turning the vibrator back on and starting to quickly but shallowly fuck him with it.]

[He swallowed any witty retort he might have had with a grimace and a breathless sigh. Silken sheets got caught by his fingertips as he grabbed a handful of bed linen under his other hand. It was not a kind of sensation he could ever 'get used to', but it didn't take over his body completely like it had before. It's like something he's trying to figure out, with the way he gritted his teeth and how the tension came and went between his eyebrows.]

There you go. Just like that. Tell me how it feels, Devil boy.

[She tipped the vibrator so that the tip would brush over his prostate when she slid it into him, dragging it over him and teasing him, watching his cock throb and leak as his arousal was stoked higher.]

[Not like slugs, that's for sure. He breathed out a shaky sigh as his hips rolled in her lap, grinding against- nothing. The hand in his hair slipped out to grab the pillow. He wasn't sure what to tell her. It felt like hot and tight and it felt a lot bigger than it really was, sending shivers up the arch in his lower back and making his sensitive nerve endings sing. His right leg moved involuntarily, threatening to knee her in her side.] That space between intense and painful. Like how you felt last night. [There's no malice in his words - just a cheeky grin on his face.]

That wasn't so bad.

[Her free hand came up to hold his cock, angling it up and away from his body so she could lean down and lick away the drip of precome threatening to spill over the side.]

And that?

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 =)

My glasses were tinted too dark and I could hardly see anything XD

BLIND AUSSIE

Kiwi* BUT CLOSE ENOUGH. I'd show you pics but then you'd think I'm not Hugh Jackman...

Not Hugh Jackman? (gasp) Say it ain't so!

I'm sorry :( I can give you shirtless Hugh pics or something instead? He's way cuter than me.

I'm forever disillusioned. My life is a lie. There is no hope. All is lost.

I just googled shirtless Hugh Jackman and got lost for 20 minutes. Thanks -_-

You're welcome. ♥~

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