have_no_mercy | (no subject)

He huffs a laugh like that's funny, when he's actually thinking it's just a stupid thing to say to him. And then he groans and rests his forehead between her tits, because he wanted to make her come first but fine, he's going to give up the pleasure of the view in favour of the other kind.

'Where'd you put the condoms?'

If there was ever a bad time to disavow him of his notion of invincibility, this would be it.

Tess is very sure she can handle it.

"Down there."

Outside the tub, on the floor. She leans over, fumbles with the box for a few moments and then holds one out to him.

He licks his fingers before he takes it, then kisses her and stands up because, jacuzzi, and he won't risk not getting it on right. Anyway, he thinks he looks good and he's hardly shy about showing himself off, even more so at this age.

'Are you less than enthusiastic about giving head, as well as getting it?'

She's hardly shy either, especially in circumstances like this. Pushing herself up, she sits on her knees in front of him.

"Is that what you want?"

'There's hardly a man alive who'll turn down a blowjob.'

He rolls the condom between his fingers, looking down at her. It's a pretty sight. He's not sure he trusts her, but it's still pretty.

'But if you're going to, then go easy with the teeth.'

"I have done this before."

She runs her hands up his thighs, sliding one around his hip as the other grasps his manhood. Slowly, she lowers her mouth onto him, taking her time. Then she pulls up just as slowly, lips firm around him, and swirls her tongue over his tip.

Some women think teeth is hot. They're wrong, as far as he's concerned.

'...I see that.'

He swallows, and pushes his trousers a bit further down his thighs. He likes her wet hair too, it suits her.

'I like tongue.'

Teeth are hot on a neck, shoulder, even nibbling someone's ear. But not when you're giving head.

Tess takes his comment to heart and takes him in and out a few more times slowly, her tongue circling around the head.

His fingertips run down her jaw. For a brief moment he holds her under the chin, perhaps a little too hard, watching her swirl around the straining head of him. He looks less amused, more darkly aroused.

'Suck it as hard as you want me to give it to you.'

Tess looks up at him, still teasing the tip with her tongue. Then she takes him all in a little quicker and sucking hard as she draws back up his length.

And repeats several more times.

His eyes half-close, and he rocks a little on his heels, swaying in the water. That's good, very good.

And it'll never not be funny, someone in her position on her knees for a sixteen-year-old him. There's that too.

'Enough.'

His hand closes on her throat, and pushes her back. He holds the condom out, watching her face.

'Put it on me.'

It's something older him never got. She just might like this younger version better.

Maybe.

Her expression is one that's almost impressed, but with mischief still alight in her eyes. She simply nods, takes the condom and rolls it down on him, making certain the fit is just right.

She's behaving very well. He's liking this. His hand wanders down her neck to cup one of her tits.

'Off your knees, then. Sit back.'

He sinks down, holding the condom on, tilting his head to kiss her hard.

Tess does as told, leaning back against the side of the tub to sit, knees apart. She returns the kiss, one hand sliding up into his hair.

"Anything else?"

'I hope you're not going to tell me I'm being demanding.'

Because lol, this is nothing. He laughs and slides hands underneath her thighs, holding her open as he brings her up to meet him. His cock nudges at her for a moment, displaced by water jets, but as soon as her flesh parts he slams his hips forward, burying himself in one swift thrust and then grinding deeper.

"I like a man who knows what he wants."

Which is not the same thing as taking what he wants.

She thinks she's expecting the right time he'll enter her, but she's wrong. It takes her a little off guard and the sound she makes gives it away. She catches her breath and manages to bring herself back as he grinds into her.

He's watching her face, and tilts his head at the sound she makes.

'Too much?'

There's a touch of challenge to it, but he's not here to hurt her unless that's what she asks for.

She's not so taken away when he speaks and she shakes her head, wet strands of hair sticking to her shoulders.

"No. 'm fine. Keep going."

And as if to prove it, she lifts her hips to meet his.

He rocks into her, still more a grind than anything, enjoying the sensation of water and bubbles, and the tight, sweet, clench of her pussy.

'In a minute.'

He sinks down to a crouch in the water, takes hold of her hips and crowds forward so he's as deep as he can go, pressed up against her abs and chest, pulling her into a kiss as he starts to move.

She's more ready for it this time and when he re-positions them, she braces against the bottom of the jacuzzi.

This is more like it. She feels full and their skin sliding against each other is amazing.

Yesssss, that's good. He makes a soft sound of appreciation into her neck and sucks a mark over her pulse point, fucking her deep and hard but keeping her close. Water slops over the side of the tub, but that is so not his problem; he barely notices, locked in heat and steam, and the warm silk of her skin.

She doesn't care about the mess right now - she'll deal with it later. All her attention needs to be on them and just how good this feels.

She clenches around him strong and firm whenever he pulls out, as if she wants to keep him inside her the whole time.

There's nowhere else he wants to be right now. He jerks right back into her at every pull, always firm, always hard, bracing one hand on the edge of the tub and wrapping his other arm around her waist, giving no respite from the pistoning of his hips. He's never still, using his whole body to press down on her and let them rub together, because if he's going to do this properly then he wants her all over him, everywhere.

This is exactly what she wanted, hard and deep and unrelenting, dragging moans and whimpers out of her. She's going to be sore tomorrow but by god it'll have been worth it.

He catches those whimpers in his mouth, laughing silently before his eyes close and he's groaning his own pleasure out.

'Hold me tighter.'

His teeth close on her neck, and he gasps a breath in. He wants her locking him into her, he wants pressure, he wants to feel her need scraping down his back and grabbing his ass. He likes rough, he likes being made to feel it.