Author/pseudonym: Sandra Lee
Email address: firstname.lastname@example.org
Status: New, Complete
Archive: No thanks
Disclaimers: Carter’s not mine…but he teases them more than I do so they hide at my place from time to time.
Notes: Hey I was inspired…and actually wrote it in one go. I’m pretty proud of myself :o) I really should have been finishing another story but I just *had* to write this.
As alway for Karen D. If it wasn’t for her…so either thank her or blame her <g> Also for Brazenhussy for continuing my corruption, many thanks <eg>
Summary: Another use for Mulder’s couch <eg> PWP (do I do anything else????)
Warnings: Orders given and obeyed, sweaty guys, furniture banging against walls, screaming. Oh and the term ‘Slut’ was used several times, but meant affectionately.
BTW not beta’ed…that could be classified as a warning <g>
He knelt on the couch…
His back to me, hands gripping the leather firmly.
Legs spread wide, resting his weight on his thighs.
His pale skin gleaming in the light cast by the fish tank.
Waiting for my next command.
“Look at me”
I ordered him and watched as his head turned slowly…eyes heavy lidded and cheeks slightly flushed.
The look he gave me was purely carnal…begging me to do it to him.
Anything I wanted.
And I wanted it all.
I wanted to own every inch of quivering skin.
Kiss it, taste it, possess it.
Until he couldn’t even think without him thinking of me first.
He was already thinking of me…I could tell.
Such dark wicked thoughts if his look was anything to go by.
He wetted his now dry lips…slowly making sure I was aware of each subtle movement.
I called him a slut and he just smiled and wiggled his delectable ass a little in confirmation.
I had to smile.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked, my voice a few octaves lower than normal.
He nodded slightly, shivered and them smirked a little when my voice sounded a little rougher than expected.
I had to remind him who was in control but my body tightened in response to the image of him getting ready for me, how he must of looked in the shower earlier cleaning and preparing himself…aroused by his own touch and the anticipation of the evening’s plans.
His smiled widened as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind.
Insolent little slut. But he is my slut and I wouldn’t want him any other way.
“Keep you hands where they are, your legs spread as wide as comfortably possible and your eyes on me until I tell you otherwise”
He whimpered quietly, a hot little sound that shot a bolt of pleasure straight down my spine.
“Do you understand?” I asked him, huskily.
Now that I had his attention I decided to tease him, punish him for his earlier arrogance.
It usually starts this way if I hadn’t been with him for a while…he forgets who is in control and resists my authority, we both know why he does it and why he continues to do it.
I slowly unbutton my shirt with one hand, revealing myself to him a little at a time, no longer awkward doing this with a missing limb.
His eyes darken even further and his knuckles turn white from the punishing grip on the back of the couch.
I trail my hand up and down across my chest, down my torso and dip my fingers into the waistband of my pants.
His breathing quickens and he squirms trying to get some sort of stimulation to his neglected body.
I drag my hand back up, lingering a little to pinch a nipple and then brought my fingers to my mouth and began to suck on them.
This time he groans…no longer trying to keep quiet.
I removed my fingers and placed them back on my chest, stroking the skin and leaving a glistening trail of moisture.
“What do you want?” I asked him, already knowing his answer.
“Fuck me!” He demanded.
“Ask nicely” I told him, my grin turning feral.
“Fuck me now…please” He added, his tone slightly more needy.
I smiled in satisfaction.
I don’t want to break him, make him hurt so badly that he would do anything, demean or humiliate himself just to come, …but I didn’t mind making him bend a little.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” I asked him quietly.
He swallowed audibly and shook his head, obviously hearing the dangerous quality in my voice.
I barely stopped myself from grinning as his bangs flopped across him forehead at the movement.
“I am going to fuck you so hard and so long that you will forget where you end and I begin. I will pound into you so forcefully that the couch will bang against the wall and keep rhythm to my thrusts and your cries. I will make you come so hard you will feel it in every single pore of your body. I will be in you so deep you will never forget me. And I will love you so much and so hard that you will never even consider anyone else”
We were both breathing harshly at the end of my speech.
His eyes glowed and the look in them was indescribable, almost painful to see.
“You can look away now” I told him.
He did as he was told and rested his forehead on the backs of his hands panting, his body shaking.
I approached him, undoing my pants and sliding them off as I moved.
I stopped as soon as I was close enough to touch him and stayed still for a moment, just inhaling his scent mingled with the shampoo and soap he had used and the musky tang of arousal.
I bent over and licked him, following the line from the small of his back to the nape of his neck.
He gasped and arched back almost violently.
I nibbled at the sensitive skin of his nape the followed the curve to a spot just behind his ear and bit down sharply making him cry out in a combination of pleasure and pain.
“Are you ready for me?” I purred into his ear.
“Yes oh yes…Alex now. Please!”
“Move you hands from the back of the couch, rest you chest against it and reach back and part yourself for me”
The breath caught in his throat at my command, but he obeyed without hesitation.
My gorgeous, brilliant little slut.
I knelt with one knee on the couch between his legs, the other braced against the floor for leverage.
I breathed heavily against the warm salty skin of his neck. “Legs wider”
I reached up with my hand and cupped his chin, turning his face towards me and kissed him deeply, thrusting my tongue into his mouth with the same intensity I was about to thrust into his body.
He responded hungrily and I reluctantly broke the contact.
“Ready?” I whispered.
He nodded slightly, beyond speech.
I braced my hand against his shoulder and aligned my body with his, not needing to check his preparations, knowing that he would have carefully and properly made himself ready.
With a single thrust I was deep inside him, my hips resting against the firm flesh of his ass.
We both cried out at the entry…pleasure bordering on pain.
I told him to put his hands back on the couch and he did so, arching back and forcing me deeper.
I latched on to the taut skin of his shoulder, worrying the flesh with my teeth as I began pounding into him, slow…deep and hard just like I promised.
He began moaning steadily, with each slap of flesh against flesh, curving back as much as he could to take me in even further so I sped up my pace until I was slamming into him, the couch thumping rhythmically against the wall, his cries urging me on and on until I was right on the edge…but still needing something to push me over.
So I took my hand from his shoulder and rested my full weight against his back knowing he could handle it.
I trailed my fingers down his side from just under his arm and moved them further around spreading them against his stomach.
His head thrashed from side to side desperate for release, sweat beading on his forehead and trailing down his face and body, his voice begging me wordlessly to let him come.
So I did.
I moved my hand lower, and firmly grasped him.
One slide of my fingers up his length and across the head was all it took.
And then he was screaming, body shaking, bucking against mine as his ass clenched convulsively around me driving me on until I too came and my cries echoed his.
He slumped forward, he arms no longer able to hold him up and I slumped with him, boneless and still twitching with aftershocks.
A few moments without him moving made me concerned and I regretfully slid out of him and drew him back against my chest.
He was out cold.
If I wasn’t so concerned I would have been grinning smugly.
I somehow managed to manoeuvre us until I was lying back on the couch with him lying against my chest.
I stroked his back as I waited for him to stir.
A few minutes later his head moved slightly until I was looking into a pair of confused and tired hazel eyes.
“What happened?” He croaked, his voice ragged from screaming.
“You passed out” I replied quietly, smiling a little.
“I did?” He sounded surprised.
“You did” I confirmed, lazy satisfaction evident in my voice.
I agreed and kissed his forehead.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, a hint of concern still nagging at me.
“Any more okay and I’d be dead from sensory overload” He teased me softly.
I grinned and he grinned back but it was interrupted by a yawn.
He reached up for a kiss which I responded to eagerly then snuggled back down against my chest.
He mumbled something against my chest, already half asleep and I had to strain to hear it.
Tears pricked at my eyes because I still wasn’t used to hearing it. I doubt I would ever be.
“Love you too Fox”