have_no_mercy | Upstairs

He huffs quietly at hearing his name, trails his mouth down her neck and bites into it. Not seriously at all, just waking her skin up with his teeth, getting close so the smell of sex will drown out the sun cream.

She's so feisty most of the time, it's good to see her like this.

She'd say she's too vulnerable, too soft. But she can't be bothered to care as the sensations continue to sweep over her body. And if he likes it, all the better for her in the long run.

After several moments, she rests her head back against the wall, her legs a little shaky as she smiles at the bite.

'I hope old age hasn't ruined your stamina.'

He pulls his fingers free and immediately puts them in his mouth, humming at the taste and holding eye contact, stroking down her ribs with a warm palm. There's a lewd pop as he stops sucking long enough to snap the string of her bikini.

'Get this down. I want you on my tongue.'

"Oh, I think I can go a few more rounds."

She maintains the eye contact until she feels the snap of the bikini strap against her skin. It makes her jump, just a little. Then she does as she's told, hooking her thumbs beneath the straps and shimmying the bottoms down until they land on the floor. She steps out of them, kicking them aside.

She's listening better already, and Jim nods approval. He moves in as if to kiss her again, trailing fingertips down her hipbone as their lips nearly touch. But all he does is murmur, 'stay,' and press her to the wall with his hand before sliding down to his knees. His shirt gets tossed aside, and he runs his hands down her legs before nudging them wider, and kissing up the inside of her thigh.

Tess allows him to position her, her head still touching the wall as she looks down at him.

She has to admit he looks good there, kneeling before her.

It's her last thought before he starts kissing her skin.

Jim knows damn well he looks good anywhere, and there's far more arrogance in his posture than submission. His hands curl around her thighs to hold her, and when he gets to the crux there's a moment where he just rests against her mound, breathing in the smell of her. There's salt from the water too, and it's a nice mix.

A voice in his head makes a caustic remark at this point; he jerks it away, and dips lower, wriggling his tongue in to brush the side of her clit.

'S'good as I remember.'

She remembers the last man who knelt at her feet. He wound up killing her in the end. Will it be the same with Jim? Only time will tell.

There's a deep sigh as his tongue touches her, eyes closing as her palms press against the wall on either side of her. She hopes his memories do her justice.

"I'm glad."

'Are you?'

He looks up to catch her eye, extends his tongue and touches her with the very tip of it, a slow swirl that ends in the barest flick as he comes off, then dips in again.

'Do you want me to enjoy myself?'

That's quite a trick and Tess can't hold eye contact. She needs to close hers and just feel, rolling her hops in the process.

But she can nod.

"Mmm. Of course I do."

Interesting. And irrelevant in this precise moment. Jim turns his attention back to her and the rhythm she's setting with her hips; she rolls forward and he makes sure his tongue firms up at the top of her push, softening to a lick as she retreats, pulsing against her with no real pressure. She's come once; it'll be better to let her build again in her own time.

He does slip his fingers back into her, though. She's there for the touching, so he's going to fucking touch her.

Why wouldn't she want him to enjoy himself? If he's not having fun, chances are neither is she.

She's certainly enjoying their tempo, though there's a soft whimper as his fingers enter her again and a hand beats back against the wall.

His eyes roll up to look at her as she makes that noise, and he considers that she might be too sensitised...for about two seconds, before deciding she can take it. If she is, working through it should give her a hell of a high.

He hooks his free hand under one knee, and lifts her leg so it's over his shoulder. It lets him get closer and gives a moment to get a decent breath, which he uses to lick into her once or twice, sliding his tongue next to his fingers in a quick tease before pulling back to service her clit with wet, sucking lips.

He prefers oral with men, as a rule. But he likes her reactions, and the way it smooths out her edges. It's worth it for that.

When he takes her leg it almost feels like she's floating for a moment. The wall becomes ever more important and she steadies herself, intent on making it through this.

His tongue is still doing magical things to her and although she's somewhat used to the presence of his fingers by now, it doesn't make their affect any less. If she's too sensitized, she doesn't know it because she's starting to feel that warmth gathering again.

Jim scratches his fingernails up the inside of her thigh, looks up to watch her as he spreads her open and stops teasing. His tongue flickers, the tip fast and light over her exposed clit. He slows only only to lick around the sides with a slower stroke, pulsing his fingers inside her before firming them up and pushing her along, hand and mouth in tandem to get what he wants out of her.

Tess gasps as he changes pace, trying her damnedest to keep up. It's a difficult task as once again, there's all too much to pay attention to when all she wants to focus on is the heat inside her.

But she does like being overwhelmed. She does her best work then.

It's not much longer until she explodes inside once more. Her breaths come out in little huffs, her hand beating a rhythm against the wall.

"Oh, god, yes."

Jim chuckles quietly and withdraws, sitting back on his heels and wiping his mouth off on his forearm. He keeps a hand on the outside of the knee over his shoulder, but otherwise leaves her be and just watches. Not for too long, though. He can't afford to start thinking.

She's still for a few minutes. Just breathing, sweating, coming down off that orgasm high.

"You're really good at that."

'I know.'

He sets her leg down and stands up in one smooth movement, putting a hand on her waist and his mouth on her neck.

'Bed.'

It doesn't matter to her that she's massaging an ego that really doesn't need it, she's just stating the truth. That was good.

And if he wants to be Mr. Bossy, he needs to let her be able to do what he asks. She slides her hands up to his chest, palms flat, then gently pushes him toward the bed.

"You have to cooperate too, you know.|

'Oh?'

He grins, cheeky as hell, but lets her push. Co-operating, see?

'I think I'm behaving very nicely.'

"You definitely are. It's much appreciated."

When they reach the bed she sits on the edge before pushing herself back a little. She smiles up at him.

"How do you want me?"

Good question. He looks down at her with pursed lips, then realises he doesn't have to decide right this second.

'Where do you keep your condoms?'

She nods toward the dresser behind him.

"Top drawer, left hand side."

Maybe he does have to decide right this second. Well, fine. He can always change his mind in a while.

He takes a condom and drops his shorts without ceremony, kicking them away to join the rest of his clothes by the door. He wants this, he does, but he can't help the feeling that he should want it more.

'Ride me for a bit?'

He spins it into a question at the last second, to make it less of an order. Though he doesn't think she'd object to a firmer hand too much. He climbs onto the bed and sits propped against the frame, ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth.

'I want to look at you.'

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