Emmy and Scott

Emmy pushed him back against the lifeguard enclosure, climbing into his lap and drawing a low groan from his throat. “Maybe it is crazy, but there’s only you and me here, and I’m willing to overlook that if you are.”

“What are you saying?” Scott asked, his hands cupping her hips.

“I’m saying I want you, too. And I’m not willing to walk away with nothing to show for it. If tonight is all we get, then I think we should take it.” Her voice shook, but she didn’t look away, needing Scott to know that she was serious, that she wanted him just as badly.

“Don’t tease with this, young lady, I don’t think my heart can take it,” he warned, his hold on her tightening.

Emmy’s pulse sped up as held her, his fingers a hot brand on her skin where they had slipped under her shirt. “I’m not teasing.”

Scott’s eyes shone, his tongue coming out to wet his lips before he surged forward and captured her lips in a hard kiss. He held her close, the heat of his body making her squirm in his lap. He made a pleased sound and ground her down into his lap. Emmy gasped when she felt his cock rubbing at her through their pants.

“I want to be inside you,” Scott growled, his teeth scraping over her chin.

“Yes, please,” she panted, digging her fingers into his shoulders.

Scott laid her back on the walkway, pushing between her legs to hold himself over her. He ran his hands up her stomach, bunching her shirt up as her went and leaving biting kisses in its wake until she was left in just her bra. He stripped off his own shirt and bunched them together, making a pillow for her head. He kissed her gently before making his way back down her body. He sucked at her nipple through the lace of her bra, not stopping until it was drawn into a sharp peak and Emmy was arching into his mouth.

He moved onto her other breast, his hands dropping to the waistband of her leggings. Emmy raised her hips in encouragement and Scott growled as he took them off. Her panties were nearly soaked through and when Scott put his mouth to them, Emmy shouted into the night. She’d only ever dreamed of being touched like this, and Scott was leaving her wildest fantasies in his wake. He mouthed at her through the thin cotton, sucking and licking until she was begging him to take them off.

“Patience, my dear,” he murmured, his tongue slipping under the side to tease at her lips.

Emmy bucked off the floor and fought her desire to thread her hands through his hair and keep him right there. Slowly, carefully, he peeled the panties down her legs. He sat at her feet, smoothing his hands over the calves before pressing her knees up and out, bearing her to him completely. Emmy whimpered, overwhelmed, but Scott hushed her, kissing up her inner thigh.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I knew you’d be like this. Knew you’d open up so easily for me. I’m going to make it so good.”

Emmy nodded, though she knew he couldn’t see her with his head between her legs. His mouth was a heated shock to her core and she cried out, Scott didn’t go slow, didn’t tease or tickle, didn’t let her get used to soft touches before he slid his tongue inside her, thrusting until she was shaking. It was too much and not enough, and exactly what she needed. Emmy didn’t want to be coddled through this. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, she was a woman with wants and needs, and Scott was treating her like one. Like his equal.

His mouth moved up, lips and tongue working together to touch every inch of her while two of Scott’s finger shoved into her, curling and twisting roughly. Emmy scratched at his shoulders, wanting him closer, needing more. She’d touched herself before, of course, but no one else had, and having Scott be the first, with his years of experience and almost frantic manner, had her coming quickly.

Scott groaned as she came, lapping at her quim, his finger still moving inside her, his tongue flicking at her clit. Emmy bit her lip to keep from screaming as a second orgasm quickly built and crested, sending her tumbling into the waves of it before the first had fully passed. Scott’s fingers thrust harder, fucking into her as she contracted around them. He mouthed up over her mound to her bellybutton, biting her skin and leaving read crescent-shaped marks all over.

“I’m going to eat you whole,”


Charlie and Arthur

…Charlie steps away to observe Arthur. His skin is flushed, a ruddy hue spreading down his neck and over his chest. His nipples are peaked, even in the heat of the room, and his cock is leaking where it strains toward his belly.

“I’m in the mood to indulge you, darling.”

Arthur closes his eyes and swallows thickly. “Can I release you?”

Charlie chuckles. “That could mean a lot of different things, pet.”

Arthur smiles, reaching out to finger the buckles again. “This. Can I let you out?”

Charlie hums his assent, tilting his hips forward in invitation. His own cock has taken an interest in the proceedings and is straining under the stricture of his skirt, unable to go anywhere. Arthur’s hands have steadied by the time he springs the first strap from its binding. The look of pure concentration on his face is making Charlie’s head spin. He’s always found it heady to have Arthur’s attention focused on him, but this is more than he’s ever dared hope for.

The second buckle opens and Charlie giggles, breathy and high-pitched. Arthur raises his head with an amused expression.

“Sorry.” Charlie schools his face into something he hopes looks serious, but Arthur’s smiling, sneaking his fingers into the gaping front of the leather.

“No, it’s good. Don’t hold anything back.”

“I’m not used to doing this with anyone present.” Charlie gasps a little at the pressure of Arthur’s fingers on the scoring left by the corset.

“We’re changing that.”

“We seem to be,” Charlie breathes and Arthur smiles, big enough to show off his dimples. Charlie brushes this thumb over them as the last buckles is released.

The leather clings to his back where his skin is warm and slick with sweat and Arthur spins him in place, pulling the corset off as he goes. For a moment Charlie is lightheaded again, feeling somehow giddy and solemn at the same time. Arthur steps away to lay the corset on the desk, carefully settling it away from anything sharp or potentially staining. It hits Charlie that Arthur is taking this seriously. He stumbled onto this part of Charlie that he keeps so carefully hidden, and Arthur’s paying it as much respect as he can. Somehow, Arthur took one look at Charlie in the midst of his surrender, and understood completely what it meant.

Charlie has only ever had people tolerate this part of him, so to have Arthur run his fingers, then his mouth so reverently over the red lines left behind by the corset, is dizzying. He should feel overwhelmed, he thinks, apprehensive, demure, something other than this yearning to turn himself over completely to the man currently on his knees and fluttering kisses over the indents from the buckles.

“Take off my skirt,” Charlie says, voice gone breathy.

Arthur peers up at him from his place on his knees, eyes dark and serious. He slides his hands up Charlie’s thighs and over his hips to the zipper at his back. Charlie doesn’t hear the sound of the zipper over his own panting, but he know the exact moment it’s all the way down because his circulation returns at full force and his cock fills so fast it hurts. He groans at the sudden pressure and Arthur eases the skirt down his legs.

“God, Charlie.” Arthur says, rubbing his cheek against the lace at Charlie’s hip.

“Careful, I’m close already,” Charlie warns, not wanting this to end so soon.

Arthur growls and sinks his teeth into the skin above Charlie’s panties.

“Fuck, Arthur.”

Arthur grins up at him, one hand behind Charlie’s knee to help him step out of the skirt. Once it’s off, Arthur folds it carefully and leans to the side to place it on one of the large armchairs.

“What now?”

Charlie licks his lips, trying to decide. Feeding Arthur his cock has serious appeal, but there’s something in the way Arthur has adopted this care taking role that draws him and he’s eager to explore that further.

“Sit.” Charlie nods his chin to the other chair, overstuffed and ostentatious as it is. A not-so-small part of Charlie likes the idea of ruining it.

Arthur collapses into the chair, legs spread wide, eyes hungry. Charlie moves to straddle him, aborting the idea at the last second and lurching into him awkwardly.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, face flaming. Arthur shakes his head, running his hand up Charlie’s arm in a soothing gesture. Charlie presses Arthur’s legs closer together and turns around. He settles lightly in Arthur’s lap, bracing himself on the arms of the chair, aware of how heavy he is compared to the other man.

Arthur huffs, knocking Charlie’s arms away and pulling him in firmly.

“You’re not going to hurt me,” Arthur says against his neck. “I want to feel you.”

Charlie wiggles a little, delighting in the feel of Arthur’s cock against his ass. “Yes, dear.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

Charlie stills.

“You being obedient.” Arthur clarifies, hand trailing over Charlie’s chest.

Charlie relaxes. “Don’t expect it to happen often.”

Arthur chuckles, nipping at Charlie’s neck. “Of course not.”

Charlie leans his head back until it’s laying on Arthur’s shoulder, the other man’s hands still exploring the skin spread out over him. He scratches lightly over Charlie’s’ nipples and Charlie’s hands scrabbled at the armrests again. The scratching moves lower, blunt nails trailing past his navel and over the lace of his panties.

“Theses are gorgeous,” Arthur tells him. “You look unbelievable.”

Charlie shudders as Arthur’s hands roam his inner thighs.

“Can I touch you?” Arthur asks, pressing a wet kiss behind Charlie’s ear.

“ Please, ” Charlie keens.

Arthur palms him lightly through his panties and Charlie stops breathing.

“Relax, I’ve got you.” Arthur soothes, his touch growing firmer.

“I’m not going to last long, pet.” Charlie is already arching toward Arthur’s hand, trying to increase the friction.

“That’s fine.”

“Arthur,” Charlie hates the whine in his voice, but it makes Arthur’s cock pulse where it’s trapped between them. “I need-”

“Yes, okay, yes,” Arthur says, voice dropping an octave and he reaches into Charlie’s panties to free his cock. “Do you want, should we take these off?”

“No,” Charlie gasps, squeezing his eyes shut as Arthur’s hand finally wraps around him. “Just, God, keep going.”

“Yeah,” Arthur growls, stroking firmly. His other arm is wrapped around Charlie’s chest like a vise, pinning him down.

Charlie’s balls are tightening and he’s going to come embarrassingly soon, but he’s beyond caring because he’s pumping into Arthur’s fist, and grinding back against his cock, and he’s never felt so exposed and revered in all his life…