Fic: Grab on Tight: Don/Amita
Title: Grab on Tight
Fandom: Numb3rs
Authors: sororcula and neur0vanity
Characters: Don/Amita
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1536
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to us. They are the property of Cheryl Heuton, Nicolas Falacci, Scott Free Productions, CBS, et al. No copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is being made from our work.
Don pushes Amita against the washers, his tongue peeking between his teeth. He hoists her up until she's sitting on top of the units, the vibrations sending sparks through her body, and unbuttons her shirt impatiently, pulling away her bra to expose her full breasts. He knows it's wrong -- so wrong -- to be doing this, but she'd whispered in his ear how badly she wanted it, and Don wasn't one to deny a pretty girl her request, especially Amita. He'd always felt guilty about lusting after her when she seemed to be Charlie's but now -- her dark eyes gazing into his -- he knows that Amita is here for him. Alone in the laundromat, he pushes up the fabric of her skirt and pulls her panties to her ankles, taking them off with her flip-flops and setting them to the side. He takes his place between her thighs, fingers on the button of his jeans and waiting for her final approval.
She looks up at him, trembling slightly, and nods. He unbuttons his jeans and suddenly she leans forward to unzip them herself, catching his mouth with hers in a deep kiss that leaves him breathless. She grinds against him, only the thin layer of his boxers between them, and he tries to bite back a moan.
"You're sure this is what you want to do?" he asks, and when she nods quickly, waves of her hair falling against her face, he slips his boxers down and takes his cock in his hands, stroking twice before he presses the head to her wet heat.
They groan in unison as he enters her, tight wet heat pulsing around him as he pushes in further. She leans back on her elbows, panting, and he gets a better angle as he sets a steady pace. He rests his hands on her thighs, holding her open for him.
"Fuck, Don," she moans.
"God, Amita, you feel so good." He spreads her thighs further apart, the crook of his elbows finding the perfect spot behind her knees to keep her legs pulled up, pulled back, her pussy open fully to him. He revels in the wet sound of his cock pounding into her, his balls slapping against her ass. "Feel so fucking good."
She reaches down and slides her fingers down to slip-slide around his cock, then up to rub her clit. "Oh, God," she moans, "You're fucking huge, you know that?" He laughs, leaning down to suck at her breast.
"Just relax, honey. I promise it won't hurt so much if you just take it easy." His tongue teases her nipple, bringing it to a full peak, and then his teeth bite down, making her cry out. He pulls back and focuses his attention on thrusting into her, feeling her muscles clench down on him. "Relax, baby. It'll feel better. Can you do that for me, Amita?" He puts a hand to her heated face. "Just breathe, sweetie, and I promise it'll feel good."
"Jesus." She's breathing hard, and he strokes his hand over her belly, feeling the muscles jump under his touch. She lies all the way back on the washer, and he feels her slowly go limp, relaxing. He pinches one of her nipples, smiling when her eyes flutter open, and she gasps. He slows his thrusts, pulling nearly all the way out with each one before plunging back in, making her shudder and moan under him. "Harder," she pleads.
Don takes a deep, rough breath and grounds his footing before pounding back into her. His hips slam against her, flesh smacking against flesh, bone grinding against bone, harder and harder until he thinks he might pass out from the motion. "God, yes, Amita, feel me. Feel me fucking you. Is it good? Is it good, baby?"
"Oh, God, fuck yes," she breathes out, her voice catching on a whine as he thrusts into her. She throws her head back, moaning, and moves against him, meeting his thrusts. He knocks her hand away from her clit and works at it with his own, circling it gently and then pressing down, hard, relishing the way she arches into it.
"Jesus Christ, Don!" She puts her hand over her mouth, biting down on her lower lip, only whimpers coming out, and Don thrusts hard into her. He'd only dreamed of it, only imagined it, and now here he is, with his cock pounding inside her, and she's every bit as perfect as he fantasized, taking him so deep inside her that she seems to be struggling for each breath.
"God, fuck, Amita, you're so gorgeous, so beautiful taking my cock like this. You love it, don't you?" he says, eyes blown wide open as he watches her in wonder and lust. "Love it when I fuck you like this, don't you?" he growls. He gives her clit one last pinch and then trails his wet fingers up her belly, drawing a line between her breasts, until they finally reach their destination, smearing the slickness from her pussy across her lips. She sucks his fingers into her mouth greedily, moaning around them.
"See how good you taste? I bet you taste so good. Bet your pussy tastes like candy." He pulls his fingers from her lips and takes them into his mouth, sucking hard as he keeps pounding into her. He closes his eyes in pleasure. "Mmm, so good. You taste so delicious. Anybody ever tell you how good your sweet, little pussy tastes?"
She gasps, little moans and whines escaping her lips, and pulls his hand back to her mouth. She draws his fingers inside and sucks hard, biting down gently when he smirks down at her. He leans down and carefully licks her lips around his fingers, tasting her pussy and her lip gloss, and she releases them to kiss him. "God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chants against his mouth.
"Yeah, you like that, baby?" he taunts, quickening his pace. "Like it hard and rough and fast? Want me to fuck you until you think you can't fuck anymore?" He pounds harder into her, his fingers grabbing a nipple and twisting. She screams out at the sensation, bucking her hips against his. "Bet you love it when it hurts, huh?"
He shifts her legs to pound in deeper, smiling at the gasps each thrust brings from her lips. She opens her eyes, catches him smiling, and her eyes narrow. She grabs his shirtfront and pulls him down close. "Stop talking, goddamnit," she whispers, "and just make me come already."
He bites his lower lip and fights against calling her a bitch, and his hand reaches between them, his fingers finding her clit and squeezing hard. She screams his name. "You mean like that?" He works her clit until he can feel her clenching down, shuddering around him.
Her breath catches as she bucks against him in time with the pulses around his cock, and her fingers dig sharply into his forearm. He tries to hold back, continuing to thrust into her, but she looks fucking gorgeous laid out like this, flushed and gasping and shuddering, and it tips him towards the edge as he feels his balls tighten.
"C'mon, c'mon, baby. Come with me. Do it with me. C'mon, Amita." She arches up against him, writhing, and he feels delicious sensations exploding down his spine as she clenches and pulses around him; he comes harder than he imagined possible, fireworks exploding behind his eyes. She looks beautiful, staring up at him almost in a daze, heavy-lidded and still shuddering from the intensity of her orgasm as he pulls his cock from her.
Her eyes slip shut for a moment as she catches her breath, and he leans down to lay gentle kisses along her jaw. "Not bad, huh?" Don murmurs in her ear, and she laughs lightly. "I... No, I wouldn't say 'bad.'" She opens her eyes and reaches up to guide his lips to hers. "Pretty damn good, in fact," she says when they part.
"I do what I can," he answers, a soft smile on his lips, and he leans in to kiss her. They pull apart to gather their clothing, and once righted, Amita looks almost bashful, a soft rosy glow on her cheeks.
"You won't tell Charlie, right?"
He stiffens slightly and then shakes his head, trying to relax. "I don't see how it's any of his business," he says lightly. "And it's not like we're... dating." He cracks a smile. "This was just sex in a laundromat between two consenting adults. There wasn't even any pizza."
"Pizza?"
"Forget about it." His fingers straighten her collar. "You look beautiful, Amita." He presses a kiss to her forehead. "Thanks for this. You were... " He nods his head. "Thanks."
She frowns and grabs the back of his neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss. "You know what?" she asks.
"What?" he murmurs, a smile playing at his lips.
"I am kind of hungry."
He smiles widely, corners of his eyes crinkling. "You know what's the perfect cure for that right?" At her curious expression, he leans in closer. "Pizza."
Fandom: Numb3rs
Authors: sororcula and neur0vanity
Characters: Don/Amita
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1536
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to us. They are the property of Cheryl Heuton, Nicolas Falacci, Scott Free Productions, CBS, et al. No copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is being made from our work.
Don pushes Amita against the washers, his tongue peeking between his teeth. He hoists her up until she's sitting on top of the units, the vibrations sending sparks through her body, and unbuttons her shirt impatiently, pulling away her bra to expose her full breasts. He knows it's wrong -- so wrong -- to be doing this, but she'd whispered in his ear how badly she wanted it, and Don wasn't one to deny a pretty girl her request, especially Amita. He'd always felt guilty about lusting after her when she seemed to be Charlie's but now -- her dark eyes gazing into his -- he knows that Amita is here for him. Alone in the laundromat, he pushes up the fabric of her skirt and pulls her panties to her ankles, taking them off with her flip-flops and setting them to the side. He takes his place between her thighs, fingers on the button of his jeans and waiting for her final approval.
She looks up at him, trembling slightly, and nods. He unbuttons his jeans and suddenly she leans forward to unzip them herself, catching his mouth with hers in a deep kiss that leaves him breathless. She grinds against him, only the thin layer of his boxers between them, and he tries to bite back a moan.
"You're sure this is what you want to do?" he asks, and when she nods quickly, waves of her hair falling against her face, he slips his boxers down and takes his cock in his hands, stroking twice before he presses the head to her wet heat.
They groan in unison as he enters her, tight wet heat pulsing around him as he pushes in further. She leans back on her elbows, panting, and he gets a better angle as he sets a steady pace. He rests his hands on her thighs, holding her open for him.
"Fuck, Don," she moans.
"God, Amita, you feel so good." He spreads her thighs further apart, the crook of his elbows finding the perfect spot behind her knees to keep her legs pulled up, pulled back, her pussy open fully to him. He revels in the wet sound of his cock pounding into her, his balls slapping against her ass. "Feel so fucking good."
She reaches down and slides her fingers down to slip-slide around his cock, then up to rub her clit. "Oh, God," she moans, "You're fucking huge, you know that?" He laughs, leaning down to suck at her breast.
"Just relax, honey. I promise it won't hurt so much if you just take it easy." His tongue teases her nipple, bringing it to a full peak, and then his teeth bite down, making her cry out. He pulls back and focuses his attention on thrusting into her, feeling her muscles clench down on him. "Relax, baby. It'll feel better. Can you do that for me, Amita?" He puts a hand to her heated face. "Just breathe, sweetie, and I promise it'll feel good."
"Jesus." She's breathing hard, and he strokes his hand over her belly, feeling the muscles jump under his touch. She lies all the way back on the washer, and he feels her slowly go limp, relaxing. He pinches one of her nipples, smiling when her eyes flutter open, and she gasps. He slows his thrusts, pulling nearly all the way out with each one before plunging back in, making her shudder and moan under him. "Harder," she pleads.
Don takes a deep, rough breath and grounds his footing before pounding back into her. His hips slam against her, flesh smacking against flesh, bone grinding against bone, harder and harder until he thinks he might pass out from the motion. "God, yes, Amita, feel me. Feel me fucking you. Is it good? Is it good, baby?"
"Oh, God, fuck yes," she breathes out, her voice catching on a whine as he thrusts into her. She throws her head back, moaning, and moves against him, meeting his thrusts. He knocks her hand away from her clit and works at it with his own, circling it gently and then pressing down, hard, relishing the way she arches into it.
"Jesus Christ, Don!" She puts her hand over her mouth, biting down on her lower lip, only whimpers coming out, and Don thrusts hard into her. He'd only dreamed of it, only imagined it, and now here he is, with his cock pounding inside her, and she's every bit as perfect as he fantasized, taking him so deep inside her that she seems to be struggling for each breath.
"God, fuck, Amita, you're so gorgeous, so beautiful taking my cock like this. You love it, don't you?" he says, eyes blown wide open as he watches her in wonder and lust. "Love it when I fuck you like this, don't you?" he growls. He gives her clit one last pinch and then trails his wet fingers up her belly, drawing a line between her breasts, until they finally reach their destination, smearing the slickness from her pussy across her lips. She sucks his fingers into her mouth greedily, moaning around them.
"See how good you taste? I bet you taste so good. Bet your pussy tastes like candy." He pulls his fingers from her lips and takes them into his mouth, sucking hard as he keeps pounding into her. He closes his eyes in pleasure. "Mmm, so good. You taste so delicious. Anybody ever tell you how good your sweet, little pussy tastes?"
She gasps, little moans and whines escaping her lips, and pulls his hand back to her mouth. She draws his fingers inside and sucks hard, biting down gently when he smirks down at her. He leans down and carefully licks her lips around his fingers, tasting her pussy and her lip gloss, and she releases them to kiss him. "God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chants against his mouth.
"Yeah, you like that, baby?" he taunts, quickening his pace. "Like it hard and rough and fast? Want me to fuck you until you think you can't fuck anymore?" He pounds harder into her, his fingers grabbing a nipple and twisting. She screams out at the sensation, bucking her hips against his. "Bet you love it when it hurts, huh?"
He shifts her legs to pound in deeper, smiling at the gasps each thrust brings from her lips. She opens her eyes, catches him smiling, and her eyes narrow. She grabs his shirtfront and pulls him down close. "Stop talking, goddamnit," she whispers, "and just make me come already."
He bites his lower lip and fights against calling her a bitch, and his hand reaches between them, his fingers finding her clit and squeezing hard. She screams his name. "You mean like that?" He works her clit until he can feel her clenching down, shuddering around him.
Her breath catches as she bucks against him in time with the pulses around his cock, and her fingers dig sharply into his forearm. He tries to hold back, continuing to thrust into her, but she looks fucking gorgeous laid out like this, flushed and gasping and shuddering, and it tips him towards the edge as he feels his balls tighten.
"C'mon, c'mon, baby. Come with me. Do it with me. C'mon, Amita." She arches up against him, writhing, and he feels delicious sensations exploding down his spine as she clenches and pulses around him; he comes harder than he imagined possible, fireworks exploding behind his eyes. She looks beautiful, staring up at him almost in a daze, heavy-lidded and still shuddering from the intensity of her orgasm as he pulls his cock from her.
Her eyes slip shut for a moment as she catches her breath, and he leans down to lay gentle kisses along her jaw. "Not bad, huh?" Don murmurs in her ear, and she laughs lightly. "I... No, I wouldn't say 'bad.'" She opens her eyes and reaches up to guide his lips to hers. "Pretty damn good, in fact," she says when they part.
"I do what I can," he answers, a soft smile on his lips, and he leans in to kiss her. They pull apart to gather their clothing, and once righted, Amita looks almost bashful, a soft rosy glow on her cheeks.
"You won't tell Charlie, right?"
He stiffens slightly and then shakes his head, trying to relax. "I don't see how it's any of his business," he says lightly. "And it's not like we're... dating." He cracks a smile. "This was just sex in a laundromat between two consenting adults. There wasn't even any pizza."
"Pizza?"
"Forget about it." His fingers straighten her collar. "You look beautiful, Amita." He presses a kiss to her forehead. "Thanks for this. You were... " He nods his head. "Thanks."
She frowns and grabs the back of his neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss. "You know what?" she asks.
"What?" he murmurs, a smile playing at his lips.
"I am kind of hungry."
He smiles widely, corners of his eyes crinkling. "You know what's the perfect cure for that right?" At her curious expression, he leans in closer. "Pizza."