just_fck_me | 4.5. Get caught
4.5. Get caught in a compromising position
Co-written with doctortara (+ pullmysteth)
It was a warm night, luckily. That meant being outside in a kilt and a sheer evening gown was tolerable. Of course, there were always ways to create heat, and even though it wasn't cold, Tara and Lachlan were certainly getting right to the heat. It wasn't like the wedding reception wasn't fun and exciting. It definitely was. But the young married couple had been hot for each other from the get-go and a quick interlude was always going to be inevitable.
Outside the guest house in a small little secluded alcove, Lachlan had his wife up against the wall, her dressed hitched up and no panties affording him the access his kilt already had the luxury of. Her leg was hooked around his hips as he drove deeply into her with every thrust of his hips. He gave a teasing lick to her lips, brushing his tongue over their fullness and smiled against them. She moaned breathlessly and caught his roaming tongue with her lips, kissing him hungrily. Her hands gripped his firm arse through the tartan of his beloved kilt and she forced him forward with each thrust, feeling him fill her deep inside. He had never been lacking in the cock department and it drove her wild. She stopped caring what the wall might be doing to the back of her dress the minute she felt his fingers delve into her with a teasing sweep over her clit. She had been wet for him since the Best Man speeches. It went far beyond a want to a sheer hungry need and she only had to breathe a string of naughty suggestions into his ear and the kilt was never going to hide his reciprocation.
They knew they had to be quick, but neither had ever had a problem with quick. It was hard, fast and desperate; one of those times Tara didn't think she could possibly ever get enough of her husband, in, out, and everything in between. Her hand went up under his kilt and she cupped her palm around the smooth flesh of his arse, groaning appreciatively in response. His arse and his smile had been two of the first things she absorbed about him when they met that night, and neither would ever fail to make her a pool of melted mush. She teased the tips of her fingers into the cleft and hummed indulgently at the way he growled against her mouth and drove just that little bit deeper into her on the next thrust. She knew all his little buttons to push and her fingers there had always driven him wild. "You playing dirty, beautiful?" he purred against her lips, smiling again as his tongue trailed along the lower one.
The deep, husky Scottish accent sent shockwaves through Tara's body as she veered closer and closer to climax. She sunk her nails into the flesh of his butt pulled him forward so she could gain some momentum by bouncing up on the ball of her foot to wrap her second leg around his hips. He took her weight easily and used the new position to take advantage of her height above him and nuzzle his nose and lips to her cleavage. He trailed his tongue over the soft swell of her breasts before he lifted his head and kissed her deeply with another growl. "Oh god..." Tara panted with a moan. "I'm almost there, baby. Just a little deeper... harder... yes!" she cried, biting down on her lip as he hit that sweet spot deep inside her. Once he found it, he grinned as he started sucking on the pulse point at her throat. He was indulgent in his victory and kept aiming for that spot with every thrust. She moaning his name breathlessly and he was veering closer and closer to explosion with every sound falling from her lips.
"Oh fuck, oh shit!" a voice shrieked from behind them. Riley had just needed some air... and to find his wife. Holy shit! The last time he spotted Tara and Lachlan, they had been getting cosy at the bar! How did they get from there to here and this heated that quickly?! Riley smacked both hands over his eyes and froze. "I'm just looking for Evie! Please tell me you were just discussing the weather!"
"Riley!" Lachlan hissed, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He and Tara had both frozen as soon as they realised a third person had crashed their party. Lachlan made no move to withdraw from his wife, though. He just wet his lips and afforded Riley a distracted glare. "I'm nay stopping, buddy! Two minutes! That's all!"
"Two minutes. How can you go another two minutes?" Riley asked, scandalised, as he took his hands away to try and make his point, forgetting for a moment he had just committed the appalling sin of Coitus Interruptus. But he shrieked again, plastering his hands back over his eyes. "This is a guest house, you know! They do have beds!" He started to back away, but nearly tripped over a pot plant without the luxury of seeing where he was going.
"What fun is a bed?!" Tara cried impatiently. She rocked her hips a little, trying to urge her husband to keep going. "Lachie, don't stop," she demanded, her own growl husky from arousal.
Riley squeaked in embarrassment but had to take his hands away from his eyes to see where he was going. "Yes... well... nice night for it!" he said, his face flushed as he spun and disappeared as quickly as he bloody could back into the guest house to the wedding reception. In hindsight, though, he was extremely jealous and automatically wanted wedding reception wall sex himself. Who needed wedding cake with dessert like that? His Best Man was fucking the Maid of Honour...
... like he didn't see that coming.
All muses referenced with permission and come from the princeton2nyc universe. Follows recent events from said universe.
Word Count | 981
Co-written with doctortara (+ pullmysteth)
It was a warm night, luckily. That meant being outside in a kilt and a sheer evening gown was tolerable. Of course, there were always ways to create heat, and even though it wasn't cold, Tara and Lachlan were certainly getting right to the heat. It wasn't like the wedding reception wasn't fun and exciting. It definitely was. But the young married couple had been hot for each other from the get-go and a quick interlude was always going to be inevitable.
Outside the guest house in a small little secluded alcove, Lachlan had his wife up against the wall, her dressed hitched up and no panties affording him the access his kilt already had the luxury of. Her leg was hooked around his hips as he drove deeply into her with every thrust of his hips. He gave a teasing lick to her lips, brushing his tongue over their fullness and smiled against them. She moaned breathlessly and caught his roaming tongue with her lips, kissing him hungrily. Her hands gripped his firm arse through the tartan of his beloved kilt and she forced him forward with each thrust, feeling him fill her deep inside. He had never been lacking in the cock department and it drove her wild. She stopped caring what the wall might be doing to the back of her dress the minute she felt his fingers delve into her with a teasing sweep over her clit. She had been wet for him since the Best Man speeches. It went far beyond a want to a sheer hungry need and she only had to breathe a string of naughty suggestions into his ear and the kilt was never going to hide his reciprocation.
They knew they had to be quick, but neither had ever had a problem with quick. It was hard, fast and desperate; one of those times Tara didn't think she could possibly ever get enough of her husband, in, out, and everything in between. Her hand went up under his kilt and she cupped her palm around the smooth flesh of his arse, groaning appreciatively in response. His arse and his smile had been two of the first things she absorbed about him when they met that night, and neither would ever fail to make her a pool of melted mush. She teased the tips of her fingers into the cleft and hummed indulgently at the way he growled against her mouth and drove just that little bit deeper into her on the next thrust. She knew all his little buttons to push and her fingers there had always driven him wild. "You playing dirty, beautiful?" he purred against her lips, smiling again as his tongue trailed along the lower one.
The deep, husky Scottish accent sent shockwaves through Tara's body as she veered closer and closer to climax. She sunk her nails into the flesh of his butt pulled him forward so she could gain some momentum by bouncing up on the ball of her foot to wrap her second leg around his hips. He took her weight easily and used the new position to take advantage of her height above him and nuzzle his nose and lips to her cleavage. He trailed his tongue over the soft swell of her breasts before he lifted his head and kissed her deeply with another growl. "Oh god..." Tara panted with a moan. "I'm almost there, baby. Just a little deeper... harder... yes!" she cried, biting down on her lip as he hit that sweet spot deep inside her. Once he found it, he grinned as he started sucking on the pulse point at her throat. He was indulgent in his victory and kept aiming for that spot with every thrust. She moaning his name breathlessly and he was veering closer and closer to explosion with every sound falling from her lips.
"Oh fuck, oh shit!" a voice shrieked from behind them. Riley had just needed some air... and to find his wife. Holy shit! The last time he spotted Tara and Lachlan, they had been getting cosy at the bar! How did they get from there to here and this heated that quickly?! Riley smacked both hands over his eyes and froze. "I'm just looking for Evie! Please tell me you were just discussing the weather!"
"Riley!" Lachlan hissed, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He and Tara had both frozen as soon as they realised a third person had crashed their party. Lachlan made no move to withdraw from his wife, though. He just wet his lips and afforded Riley a distracted glare. "I'm nay stopping, buddy! Two minutes! That's all!"
"Two minutes. How can you go another two minutes?" Riley asked, scandalised, as he took his hands away to try and make his point, forgetting for a moment he had just committed the appalling sin of Coitus Interruptus. But he shrieked again, plastering his hands back over his eyes. "This is a guest house, you know! They do have beds!" He started to back away, but nearly tripped over a pot plant without the luxury of seeing where he was going.
"What fun is a bed?!" Tara cried impatiently. She rocked her hips a little, trying to urge her husband to keep going. "Lachie, don't stop," she demanded, her own growl husky from arousal.
Riley squeaked in embarrassment but had to take his hands away from his eyes to see where he was going. "Yes... well... nice night for it!" he said, his face flushed as he spun and disappeared as quickly as he bloody could back into the guest house to the wedding reception. In hindsight, though, he was extremely jealous and automatically wanted wedding reception wall sex himself. Who needed wedding cake with dessert like that? His Best Man was fucking the Maid of Honour...
... like he didn't see that coming.
All muses referenced with permission and come from the princeton2nyc universe. Follows recent events from said universe.
Word Count | 981