Bringing back hot coffee [rp for lapsedsaint]

[aesthetic_mojo]

It should have been a simple excursion. John looked too good sleeping to wake him just because Charlotte felt like moving around, so she left him and went out to find the nearest coffee shop. She could get her exercise, see his neighborhood some more and bring him back a treat. A note explaining went on her pillow and she took his keys with her.

Less than three blocks from the house an immense man stepped out of a parked luxury sedan. Charlotte had never seen him before but she knew the type. He was hired muscle of the worst kind. With a word he would kill, torture or merely kidnap without questioning the motives of his employer. And with absolutely no finesse, which was a small comfort.

Only when he stepped closer did she realize something else about him. He belonged to her father. Something in his features was similar enough to the man who had accompanied him through her childhood. That made the goon distant family. Even better. Without looking at the car, she continued walking, fully intending to walk around the man. If they meant to grab her, they would never have given her warning.

As she drew even with him, the man spoke in an elephantine rumble. "Mr. Blaine wants a word."

She glanced up at him. "No is a word. He can have that one."

He stepped in front of her and indicated the open car door. She finally looked over at the car, just for a moment, then back up at the goon. "I'm not getting in there." For another moment, even more brief, she crackled with energy her father would have been able to feel behind the steel. "Anything I had to say to him, I said twenty years ago, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get coffee."

She didn't need to hear it to know an order'd been given. She was allowed to walk away unmolested and she heard the car drive away before she'd gone a block. Another block down she found excellent coffee. Only after she got a full cup in her and her hands stopped shaking did she buy pastries and fresh coffee to take to John.

She took a different route back to the house, carefully putting away John's keys before going to look for him.

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[lapsedsaint]

He smiled, then buried his face against her. His fingers started moving faster. His lips sucked and pulled at her, teeth grazing sensitive flesh. His moan was muffles against her flesh.

[aesthetic_mojo]

When she came the second time she clawed at him. One leg hooked around his back to keep him still and she raked invisible nails over him hard enough to leave vivid marks. Her hips came up off the bed with every shuddering contraction, slamming into his face. Feeling his teeth only made the sensations stronger. If she'd had more of a break between, the second climax might not have been so strong, might not have left her screaming like a wild woman.

She finally sagged to the bed, whimpering and shaking. "Please."

[lapsedsaint]

He lifted his head slowly, his mouth and chin slick with her juices. He gave her a smile, then slid up her body and settled atop her. He gave her a soft kiss, licking at her lips.

[aesthetic_mojo]

It took work to release the pillow so she could wrap her arms around him. Her leg was still curved over him, just resting on his ass after his move. Unconcerned about being able to taste herself, she pressed into the kiss, whimpering. "Any time you want-- Fuck. You're amazing."

[lapsedsaint]

He rested his forehead against hers and smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed that." He gave her another kiss and pressed his hips against hers, now teasing her. "I enjoyed it. Very much."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She groaned. "You like me loosing complete control? Good to know." She bucked into him. "Why do I always feel like I'm corrupting you when you make me feel this good?"

[lapsedsaint]

He smiled against her lips as he shifted and entered her. "Because you are. I was celibate." He kissed her slowly as he started to move.

[aesthetic_mojo]

"Oh, damn, I am going to Hell." She used her leg to pull herself tightly against him with each stroke. "Love how you feel inside me."

She closed her eyes, let her head fall back, and moaned thickly. He felt different inside her after she'd come so hard. "I should make the most of it. Teach you all sorts of things."

[lapsedsaint]

"And what would you teach me?" He whispered the question against her neck as he ground against her. His thrusts were unhurried, for now, as he enjoyed the way her muscles tightened around him.

[aesthetic_mojo]

"I have a few toys back at the flat that I never unpacked. I could show you those." Her first answer was mostly tease. The only real reason she'd show him was to watch his eyes bug out. Her next answer made her dig her nails into his back. "I could show you just how strong I am. How much I can take."

[lapsedsaint]

He groaned and drove into her for a few strokes. She knew what her nails did to him, he'd already shown her. Now it was her turn. "Show me."

[aesthetic_mojo]

Nails raked down his back and dug into his ass. She couldn't think for a moment after that as she enjoyed his reaction. Then she got her breath back and nodded. "Better the other way for this." She licked her lips to whisper, "With you behind me. So much easier for you to reach."

[lapsedsaint]

He kissed her hard, his tongue in her mouth a moment before he pulled back. A last slam inside her, then he pulled out completely. "Roll over."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She leaned forward to lick down his chest, nipping above his navel, before she turned to get up on her hands and knees. Spreading her knees far apart, she braced herself for him to enter her as roughly as his last thrust. Just as she got into position, she used her magic to smack his ass.

[lapsedsaint]

He growled at the smack, then entered her. He started moving immediately, hands on her hips. His nails pressed into her hips, pulling her back against him with each of his strokes.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She struck him again, pushing him to use her harder, then dragged nails down his back like talons. She stopped just short of breaking the skin. "I'm strong. All of me."

She bowed her back, forcing her hips up into his thrusts. "Fuck!"

[lapsedsaint]

He growled again, slamming into her. Her nails were going to be the death of him, both real and invisible. His hands clenched again, his own nails pressing against her skin as he thrust into her hard enough to force them both forward.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She got herself pushed back where she's been, making his thrusts deep enough to send bursts of pain. In response, she reached with her mind to scratch at his chest, catching one nipple and leaving marks over his belly.

[lapsedsaint]

His growl became a snarl, his eyes closed. His hands moved down her sides to her shoulders, grabbing onto them and pulling her back against him with each stroke. He started moving faster. "That all you have, baby?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

She panted shallowly for a moment to get her focus. Calm, at least for the moment, she pulled hard at his nipple, invisible nails digging in. Another hand spanked him sharply while still a third clawed at his back. All this while she pressed her head into her own hands, fighting the urge to scream.

[lapsedsaint]

John's eyes squeezed shut, his whole body shuddering at her assault. All he could do was continued to move against her. Each thrust came hard and fast, the bed protesting the abuse a little. His nails dug deeper into her shoulders, a couple of them breaking skin.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She smelled the blood before the pain truly registered. Beyond the violence of his thrusts, her head bobbed quickly in approval of his response. She couldn't speak to give him more direction.

Instead she pulled at his ass, raking nails up and over to his back. She couldn't manage long straight lines, leaving darker marks where she touched, still not quite breaking through, making his back into a patch work of welts and scratches.

[lapsedsaint]

She pushed him right over the edge. Instead of the room going hot, just his body did. He slammed into her and came, his whole body tense as he emptied.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She kept moving against his rigid form, riding his burning cock and cataloging all the bruises she would have when they finished. Her climax knocked her breath out of her. She had to fight to stay up on her knees and against him.

[lapsedsaint]

When she came, he whimpered, holding on to her as much for his own balance as hers. As they both started to settle, he pulled her over, onto their sides. His arms wrapped around her and he started kissing the back of her neck. He was still hot to the touch, but he was cooling.