Upstairs - For Jim

[have_no_mercy]

As promised, Tess' room is not fancy. It's a mid-sized standard Milliways room, with a bed, dresser, a couple of arm chairs and a bathroom en suite. Just a big bedroom and nothing else. Well, besides the wet bar. It wouldn't be a Luthor room without one.

She follows Jim in and wastes no time in dropping her shoes and sweater on one of the chairs.

Her skirt hits the floor not long after.

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[just_cant_lose]

In some ways, there is no difference whatsoever between him and that boy, but they're not relevant to having her up against this wall, in this room.

'Yes. Doesn't matter.'

In a different mood, he'd just pull it up. Jim is often a fan of the down-and-dirty shag, but again, not relevant here. The only relevant things are how soft her skin is, and the noise she's making. He keeps the kisses light, feathering over her as her breast falls free, cupping it with his hand as his lips find their way down the curve and to her nipple. He tongues it softly, nice and slow, drawing it up to a peak.

[have_no_mercy]

She's about to agree with him when he starts to do that wonderful thing with his tongue. And then Tess can't quite speak, her breath increasing. Her head falls back against the wall, eyes closed as he continues. This sort of torture she can put up with.

[just_cant_lose]

Torture is something of a specialty, it's true. All forms of it.

'Question is,' he murmurs, as if speaking to himself, his tongue soft, wet, licking a slow tease, 'whether I get you going and take you to bed, or make you come a couple of times first, just standing here.'

His lips are warm, gentle, closing on the peak of her nipple and sucking it oh-so-gently.

'What do you think, Tess?'

[have_no_mercy]

It takes time for her to formulate an opinion on the matter. During that time she allows herself to enjoy every sensation he's making her feel. The wet, warmness of his tongue, replaced by the softness of his lips. She can feel it every inch right down to her core.

And then she's able to voice what her thoughts are on the matter.

"I don't care, just fuck me."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim chuckles quietly, without taking his mouth off her. Well, seeing as she insists...

He slips his left hand between her legs, palm flat against her and just one finger teasing along the line of material keeping him away from the centre of her. His lips start a new rhythm, pulling off her nipple so his tongue can swipe over it, before sucking at it again, alternating gently as that one finger slides underneath and strokes the edge of her entrance.

'I think I can guarantee fucking you.'

His mouth slides across to her other breast, and he nudges at the material with his nose.

'Pull this down. Let me at it.'

[have_no_mercy]

She initially lifts her hips from the wall to press against his palm as she gets used to the new rhythm playing across her breast. It all feels so good and she knows he's teasing the life out of her. She'd expect nothing less.

Then his finger edges around the material of her bikini and she makes a sound akin to a whimper as it gets closer to her entrance but not quite close enough. She remember he's goo at this sort of torture.

Though she did just ask for it.

After several moments it occurs to her that he's spoken, made a request of her. She reaches a hand to her back and then her neck to undo the strings of her top, allowing her top to fall away.

[just_cant_lose]

'You're very bad at listening.'

He grins though, and starts pulling his tongue over this nipple too. another soft lick, no tension, lapping at her with enjoyment on his face. The tip of his finger slides inside just a fraction, dipping in and out in an easy rub, the heel of his hand giving slight pressure over her clit.

[have_no_mercy]

"Then I must be a bad girl."

She manages to breath that out before he changes things up. And then she squeezes around his finger almost automatically, trying to keep him in, though not as tightly as she'll try later on.

Hands. She doesn't know what to do with her hands, so she slides them across his back and eventually back up into his hair again.

[just_cant_lose]

Always the hair. Ah well.

'You probably need to be punished, but you'd only enjoy it.'

His middle finger hooks under the material of her bikini and pulls it aside. Jim sucks harder at her breast for a second or two, and lets her pull his finger in deep and keep it there, crooking the end to rub along the inner wall.

[have_no_mercy]

"Mmm."

She noises in agreement. It would be enjoyed, but she'd prefer they just continue on as they are.

Tugging at his hair, she pulls his head up a little so she can lean down for a kiss. Her hips press up and down against him, as a heat starts to coil inside her.

[just_cant_lose]

He allows a kiss. He wants to catch the noise as he slips another finger into her and starts a rhythm, coming close enough to press against her chest and keep her legs apart by pushing one of his between her knees. He's firm but not rough, and his mouth remains gentle on hers even as his hand insists she feel this.

[have_no_mercy]

Oh, she feels it.

She feels it so much soft moans accompany her breathing into his mouth, her hips beginning to move to his rhythm. Her hands slide over his back, lightly at first and then her nails start to dig into his shoulders as she gets ever closer to release.

[just_cant_lose]

That's good, he likes that. Likes an edge of pain, even if it makes his eyes go sharp with glee, and intent that won't stay repressed for very long. But for now, he just gives her what's working; a steady hand to rock on, fingers that are deliberately light over her g-spot; light but unrelenting, as his other hand toys with a nipple and his lips kiss those moans right off her lips.

[have_no_mercy]

He's right: There's little point in changing anything right now, even if she did have the capacity to think clearly enough to suggest something.

A wave of pleasure flows over her as her moans get louder and her nails dig deeper. And there's just a whisper of his name on her lips.

"Oh, Jim."

[just_cant_lose]

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.

[have_no_mercy]

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.

[just_cant_lose]

'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.'

[have_no_mercy]

"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.

[just_cant_lose]

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.

[have_no_mercy]

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.

[just_cant_lose]

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.'

[have_no_mercy]

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."

[just_cant_lose]

'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?'

[have_no_mercy]

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."

[just_cant_lose]

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.