Stimulating Visit
Title: Stimulating Visit
Author: TalliW
Characters: Christine Johnson, Tom Ryan
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to the wonderful Fredbassett for beta duty.
Summary: Christine and Ryan get it on ;)
Warning: Het ;)
"I see you are feeling better."
"Yes, ma'am, I've finally been allowed to stand up. And, even better, I've been allowed to wear decent clothes."
"Why still so formal, Tom? I thought we were friends."
Christine eyed Ryan from head to toe with a rather predatory look. "Well, the tracksuit trousers are certainly an improvement on the hospital gown. But I think the doctor would change his mind if he saw you straining your body like this."
"I was just doing a few harmless stretching exercises."
"It didn't look harmless to me. More like you wanted to knot your arms and legs together," Christine said in a teasing tone.
Ryan raised his arms over his head and straightened his back.
"See, everything's fine. Nothing knotted," he answered with a hint of a smile.
Every time Christine came visiting, Ryan marveled again at the easy rapport he had built up with her. She wasn't the type of woman who would usually bother with mere soldiers.
When the Home Office had sent one of their chief military liaison officers with the high clearance needed to access this sort of closed military hospital, he hadn't expected it to be such an attractive woman. And even more surprising had been that she [there seems to be something missing here as well]
had come and asked him about his condition personally instead just contacting the doctors.
Two weeks after her first visit, right after he'd woken up from the anaesthetic after another surgery, she had returned with a bag of grapes in one hand and a newspaper in the other.
He certainly didn’t complain when her occupational check-ups turned into regular visits. She was smart, had a fine sense of humour and she kept him up-to-date with the outside world. Her visits always provided a nice diversion from the boring routine at the hospital.
"So your chest wound is completely healed."
"Yes, ma'am. It’s left me a permanent memento but otherwise I''m fine."
"Show me!"
Without hesitation, Ryan lifted his shirt and showed the ugly scar running from his right shoulder down to a point right above his navel. After helping him to piss in a bed bottle when the nurses were otherwise occupied they were past any state of coyness.
"That's a beautiful reminder how precious the human body is and how easily destroyed it can be," Christine said to Ryan's surprise.
Her open admiration eased his worries that the scar had mutilated his body. If a woman could still find him attractive then Stephen certainly would as well.
The thought of the lover he hadn't seen in over five months made his heart skip a beat. There had been no way to contact Stephen from here and a visit was completely out of the question as Stephen lacked the necessary clearance, but Christine had assured him that she was keeping Stephen and Lester informed about his healing process.
"Truly beautiful," Christine repeated.
Ryan inhaled deeply when Christine's finger tips wandered along the scar. Her touch was electrifying and he felt his treacherous cock twitch in his pants.
He hadn't had any bodily contact beside the nurses taking his pulse and changing the dressing so he wasn't overly surprised that Christine's gentle touch had such an effect on him. His chest and belly had always been a tad over-sensitive and after weeks of solitary pleasure he was craving being touched intimately by someone. Although he preferred men these days he still found self-confident women most appealing. And he had a strong suspicion Christine knew all that.
Involuntarily, Ryan widened his stance and pushed his hips forward, issuing an invitation he was sure Christine would accept all too willingly. Her last two visits hadn't been anything else but a slow verbal seduction.
Christine looked at him scrutinisingly, gauging his reaction, as her finger descended boldly down to the scatter of coarse hair under his navel.
Ryan held perfectly still until Christine's hand dived in the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms and brushed against the tip of his hardening cock.
"Tsk, tsk, going commando? What a naughty boy. Were you hoping for some action, Tom?"
"No, ma'am," Ryan answered truthfully. "There just wasn't any underwear in the bag you brought me."
"How convenient. Maybe I forgot it on purpose. Do you want me to stop?"
"No, ma'am."
"Stop that nonsense. You know my first name. And now try again. Politely!"
"Pleaase .... Christine, carry on. Touch me!"
With a gleam in her eyes, Christine pulled Ryan's cock out and let her thumb slide over the tip.
"You beg quite prettily. I bet you make a good bottom."
"I'm not a bottom. I only dish out," Ryan replied tersely.
Christine gave a throaty chuckle and closed her fingers firmly around Ryan's shaft.
"I'm surprised James was willing to give up control in bed. But probably not for long," she mused. "He's too much of a control freak. He needs to feel in charge, even in relationships. Was that the reason you turned to Stephen Hart?"
Ryan grunted in annoyance. Even with his cock in her hand, Christine couldn't stop quizzing him about his love life. Her rather morbid curiosity about his former relationship with Lester had amused him as had the persistence with which she pursued that topic. But at the moment he found her questions highly disconcerting.
"You are so beautiful. Like a Michelangelo sculpture," Christine murmured as she trailed kisses down his chest. "It would have been a shame if Wilder had left you behind to die."
For a fleeting moment, alarm flashed through Ryan's mind. He only had vague memories of a group of soldiers in camouflage dress dragging him away in the shadow of a tree after he'd been attacked by a future predator. Soldiers who hadn't belonged to his team and shouldn't have been there in the Permian in the first place.
But before Ryan could grasp that thought, Christine sank to her knees and took his entire length in her mouth. Every thought flew out of his head as she started deep-throating him expertly.
Ryan was close to coming when Christine released him from her mouth and gracefully got up.
"Are you interested in a more challenging type of exercise?" Christine whispered seductively in Ryan's ear. "I can be quite adventurous."
Ryan swallowed drily as Christine opened her blouse and dropped her skirt, revealing a set of black lingerie underneath.
"Like what you see?" Christine asked knowingly and started to undo the snaps of her garters before she bent over to peel her silk stockings down her legs deliberately slow. This woman most certainly knew how to entice a man.
After a few minutes watching the erotic display, Ryan couldn't stand it any more. Forcefully, he pushed her on the bed and yanked her blouse off.
Christine purred in delight as he started to knead her bra-covered tits.
"Oh, you like playing rough.”
Ryan felt her fingernails bore into his biceps, adding a touch of pain to the delicious feeling of a female body writhing under his. He hadn't been with a woman since Claudia had met Cutter and ended their friends with benefits arrangement. After all the time with men, he'd almost forgotten how good it could feel to sink into a body that was all soft.
Eager to slide his cock into Christine's cunt, Ryan pushed his leg between her thighs and forced them open.
Christine whimpered and bucked against him like a wild horse, sending sparks of pleasure through his throbbing cock.
"I'm going to fuck you. Hard!" Ryan announced and pulled at her panties. When they didn't come off right away, although Christine had willingly raised her hips, he closed his fingers around the black lace and tugged until the fabric gave way.
Under the sound of Christine's delightful laughter, Ryan placed his cockhead between her folds, planning to enter her in one long stroke until he was completely sheathed inside.
"You're very much mistaken there. I'm going to fuck you," Christine declared and rolled them both around so their positions were reversed.
Ryan groaned in delight as she took him inside with a swift move and started riding him. You just had to love a woman who did all the hard work.
To his surprise, Christine reached climax rather fast. He had been prepared to go on for quite a while and was still achingly hard.
"That's what I like about you bi-boys. You've got the stamina of a horse," Christine declared after coming down from the heights of ecstasy. Then she added with a smirk "And the dick of one as well."
With a growl, Ryan grasped her by the hips and slammed her back down on his straining cock. He wasn't in the mood for silly banter. He just wanted to find release himself.
But Christine had other plans. Ryan almost howled in frustration when she climbed off him and lay down on her side with her back to him, her legs slightly parted.
.
"Not so fast, Tom. Variety is the spice of life."
"You’re are quite a tease."
"Oh no, I always keep my promises. Now come here."
Ryan didn't know how it had come to this but as he settled behind Christine and started thrusting in her cunt it seemed suddenly important to bring her off again before he climaxed himself. However, Christine seemed adamant that she wasn’t going to come this time.
Quickly their coupling turned into a battle of wills, neither ready to give in to the other.
In the end it was Ryan who surrendered first.
Ryan couldn't say how long he had been out. He woke up to the wonderful feeling of lips wrapped around his dick.
"Stephen," he groaned.
"Not exactly," Christine snickered. "That must have been quite an orgasm. Ready for another round?"
"Just give me a small break and I’ll be all yours again."
"Don't you want to take me in your favourite position?" Christine asked, kneeling on hands and knees, her arse swaying invitingly from side to side.
Ryan rolled his eyes. Christine didn't really know a thing about him. He prefered fucking face to face, especially if it meant he could gaze into Stephen's eyes. But unfortunately Stephen wasn't at hand.
"Come on, soldier boy, show me how you like to fuck your men."
Christine looked over her shoulder, challenging.him with her eyes.
Ryan eyed her bottom with a growing spark of interest. 'She surely couldn't mean...'
"Are you afraid I can't take it? That I'm too fragile for a good arse-fuck?"
Ryan's breath caught in his lungs. So she actually did mean that. No woman had ever offered anal sex to him before. That was an opportunity he just couldn't let pass by.
"We will need some form of lube," he declared.
"In my handbag."
Ryan rummaged around in Christine's handbag until his hand pushed against a plastic bottle.
He snorted as he read the label: Gun Oil H2O, water-based lubricant. Another proof of Christine's quirky sense of humour.
"What, not your usual brand?" she asked smirking.
"I prefer Astroglide. But this will do just fine."
After what Ryan thought to be a much too short preparation Christine urged him to get it in.
She was tight. Tighter than most men he'd fucked. And she was enjoying it, desperately pushing back against him to get more of his cock into her arse. Maybe she was getting off on pain. He wasn't small. It had to hurt, at least a little.
Ryan slowly gained speed, obeying Christine's pleas to do her harder. His bollocks slapped against Christine's arse-cheeks every time he pushed in. There was no stopping any more. Over and over again he filled her tight hole with his cock.
Christine had lowered her head to the bed and was now rubbing her clit furiously. Suddenly her anal muscles gripped him like a vice before her body went all slack.
Ryan went on fucking her for a few minutes more before he felt his orgasm building and he erupted streams of cum deep in her arse.
As he pulled out and lay down on the bed, exhausted, he thought that he wouldn't mind having another go at her before he left the hospital..
As if Christine had read his mind she said, "We should do that again."
"Was it as good as you'd imagined it?"
"It was even better."
Christine's mobile started to ring whilst she was getting dressed. Her face contorted into a frown as she listened to the caller. Whatever it was about it had to be bad.
"He is...? And Leek too? Leek did what?"
Ryan noticed how Christine's eyes flared up and her breath quickened in excitement.
"And they didn't notice it earlier? Of course that changes things. I think I should have a word with the Minister."
Christine turned around and regarded Ryan with an strange look of regret and pity.
"I'm sorry. I've got to go. An amazing opportunity has just opened up. I’ll come back next week."
Ryan smiled politely. In less than a week he would get discharged from the hospital and hopefully ordered back to the ARC. The time with Christine had been fun but she couldn’t hold a candle to his lover, Stephen.
"All the best, Christine!" he said and wondered why a cold shiver ran suddenly down his spine.
Author: TalliW
Characters: Christine Johnson, Tom Ryan
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to the wonderful Fredbassett for beta duty.
Summary: Christine and Ryan get it on ;)
Warning: Het ;)
"I see you are feeling better."
"Yes, ma'am, I've finally been allowed to stand up. And, even better, I've been allowed to wear decent clothes."
"Why still so formal, Tom? I thought we were friends."
Christine eyed Ryan from head to toe with a rather predatory look. "Well, the tracksuit trousers are certainly an improvement on the hospital gown. But I think the doctor would change his mind if he saw you straining your body like this."
"I was just doing a few harmless stretching exercises."
"It didn't look harmless to me. More like you wanted to knot your arms and legs together," Christine said in a teasing tone.
Ryan raised his arms over his head and straightened his back.
"See, everything's fine. Nothing knotted," he answered with a hint of a smile.
Every time Christine came visiting, Ryan marveled again at the easy rapport he had built up with her. She wasn't the type of woman who would usually bother with mere soldiers.
When the Home Office had sent one of their chief military liaison officers with the high clearance needed to access this sort of closed military hospital, he hadn't expected it to be such an attractive woman. And even more surprising had been that she [there seems to be something missing here as well]
had come and asked him about his condition personally instead just contacting the doctors.
Two weeks after her first visit, right after he'd woken up from the anaesthetic after another surgery, she had returned with a bag of grapes in one hand and a newspaper in the other.
He certainly didn’t complain when her occupational check-ups turned into regular visits. She was smart, had a fine sense of humour and she kept him up-to-date with the outside world. Her visits always provided a nice diversion from the boring routine at the hospital.
"So your chest wound is completely healed."
"Yes, ma'am. It’s left me a permanent memento but otherwise I''m fine."
"Show me!"
Without hesitation, Ryan lifted his shirt and showed the ugly scar running from his right shoulder down to a point right above his navel. After helping him to piss in a bed bottle when the nurses were otherwise occupied they were past any state of coyness.
"That's a beautiful reminder how precious the human body is and how easily destroyed it can be," Christine said to Ryan's surprise.
Her open admiration eased his worries that the scar had mutilated his body. If a woman could still find him attractive then Stephen certainly would as well.
The thought of the lover he hadn't seen in over five months made his heart skip a beat. There had been no way to contact Stephen from here and a visit was completely out of the question as Stephen lacked the necessary clearance, but Christine had assured him that she was keeping Stephen and Lester informed about his healing process.
"Truly beautiful," Christine repeated.
Ryan inhaled deeply when Christine's finger tips wandered along the scar. Her touch was electrifying and he felt his treacherous cock twitch in his pants.
He hadn't had any bodily contact beside the nurses taking his pulse and changing the dressing so he wasn't overly surprised that Christine's gentle touch had such an effect on him. His chest and belly had always been a tad over-sensitive and after weeks of solitary pleasure he was craving being touched intimately by someone. Although he preferred men these days he still found self-confident women most appealing. And he had a strong suspicion Christine knew all that.
Involuntarily, Ryan widened his stance and pushed his hips forward, issuing an invitation he was sure Christine would accept all too willingly. Her last two visits hadn't been anything else but a slow verbal seduction.
Christine looked at him scrutinisingly, gauging his reaction, as her finger descended boldly down to the scatter of coarse hair under his navel.
Ryan held perfectly still until Christine's hand dived in the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms and brushed against the tip of his hardening cock.
"Tsk, tsk, going commando? What a naughty boy. Were you hoping for some action, Tom?"
"No, ma'am," Ryan answered truthfully. "There just wasn't any underwear in the bag you brought me."
"How convenient. Maybe I forgot it on purpose. Do you want me to stop?"
"No, ma'am."
"Stop that nonsense. You know my first name. And now try again. Politely!"
"Pleaase .... Christine, carry on. Touch me!"
With a gleam in her eyes, Christine pulled Ryan's cock out and let her thumb slide over the tip.
"You beg quite prettily. I bet you make a good bottom."
"I'm not a bottom. I only dish out," Ryan replied tersely.
Christine gave a throaty chuckle and closed her fingers firmly around Ryan's shaft.
"I'm surprised James was willing to give up control in bed. But probably not for long," she mused. "He's too much of a control freak. He needs to feel in charge, even in relationships. Was that the reason you turned to Stephen Hart?"
Ryan grunted in annoyance. Even with his cock in her hand, Christine couldn't stop quizzing him about his love life. Her rather morbid curiosity about his former relationship with Lester had amused him as had the persistence with which she pursued that topic. But at the moment he found her questions highly disconcerting.
"You are so beautiful. Like a Michelangelo sculpture," Christine murmured as she trailed kisses down his chest. "It would have been a shame if Wilder had left you behind to die."
For a fleeting moment, alarm flashed through Ryan's mind. He only had vague memories of a group of soldiers in camouflage dress dragging him away in the shadow of a tree after he'd been attacked by a future predator. Soldiers who hadn't belonged to his team and shouldn't have been there in the Permian in the first place.
But before Ryan could grasp that thought, Christine sank to her knees and took his entire length in her mouth. Every thought flew out of his head as she started deep-throating him expertly.
Ryan was close to coming when Christine released him from her mouth and gracefully got up.
"Are you interested in a more challenging type of exercise?" Christine whispered seductively in Ryan's ear. "I can be quite adventurous."
Ryan swallowed drily as Christine opened her blouse and dropped her skirt, revealing a set of black lingerie underneath.
"Like what you see?" Christine asked knowingly and started to undo the snaps of her garters before she bent over to peel her silk stockings down her legs deliberately slow. This woman most certainly knew how to entice a man.
After a few minutes watching the erotic display, Ryan couldn't stand it any more. Forcefully, he pushed her on the bed and yanked her blouse off.
Christine purred in delight as he started to knead her bra-covered tits.
"Oh, you like playing rough.”
Ryan felt her fingernails bore into his biceps, adding a touch of pain to the delicious feeling of a female body writhing under his. He hadn't been with a woman since Claudia had met Cutter and ended their friends with benefits arrangement. After all the time with men, he'd almost forgotten how good it could feel to sink into a body that was all soft.
Eager to slide his cock into Christine's cunt, Ryan pushed his leg between her thighs and forced them open.
Christine whimpered and bucked against him like a wild horse, sending sparks of pleasure through his throbbing cock.
"I'm going to fuck you. Hard!" Ryan announced and pulled at her panties. When they didn't come off right away, although Christine had willingly raised her hips, he closed his fingers around the black lace and tugged until the fabric gave way.
Under the sound of Christine's delightful laughter, Ryan placed his cockhead between her folds, planning to enter her in one long stroke until he was completely sheathed inside.
"You're very much mistaken there. I'm going to fuck you," Christine declared and rolled them both around so their positions were reversed.
Ryan groaned in delight as she took him inside with a swift move and started riding him. You just had to love a woman who did all the hard work.
To his surprise, Christine reached climax rather fast. He had been prepared to go on for quite a while and was still achingly hard.
"That's what I like about you bi-boys. You've got the stamina of a horse," Christine declared after coming down from the heights of ecstasy. Then she added with a smirk "And the dick of one as well."
With a growl, Ryan grasped her by the hips and slammed her back down on his straining cock. He wasn't in the mood for silly banter. He just wanted to find release himself.
But Christine had other plans. Ryan almost howled in frustration when she climbed off him and lay down on her side with her back to him, her legs slightly parted.
.
"Not so fast, Tom. Variety is the spice of life."
"You’re are quite a tease."
"Oh no, I always keep my promises. Now come here."
Ryan didn't know how it had come to this but as he settled behind Christine and started thrusting in her cunt it seemed suddenly important to bring her off again before he climaxed himself. However, Christine seemed adamant that she wasn’t going to come this time.
Quickly their coupling turned into a battle of wills, neither ready to give in to the other.
In the end it was Ryan who surrendered first.
Ryan couldn't say how long he had been out. He woke up to the wonderful feeling of lips wrapped around his dick.
"Stephen," he groaned.
"Not exactly," Christine snickered. "That must have been quite an orgasm. Ready for another round?"
"Just give me a small break and I’ll be all yours again."
"Don't you want to take me in your favourite position?" Christine asked, kneeling on hands and knees, her arse swaying invitingly from side to side.
Ryan rolled his eyes. Christine didn't really know a thing about him. He prefered fucking face to face, especially if it meant he could gaze into Stephen's eyes. But unfortunately Stephen wasn't at hand.
"Come on, soldier boy, show me how you like to fuck your men."
Christine looked over her shoulder, challenging.him with her eyes.
Ryan eyed her bottom with a growing spark of interest. 'She surely couldn't mean...'
"Are you afraid I can't take it? That I'm too fragile for a good arse-fuck?"
Ryan's breath caught in his lungs. So she actually did mean that. No woman had ever offered anal sex to him before. That was an opportunity he just couldn't let pass by.
"We will need some form of lube," he declared.
"In my handbag."
Ryan rummaged around in Christine's handbag until his hand pushed against a plastic bottle.
He snorted as he read the label: Gun Oil H2O, water-based lubricant. Another proof of Christine's quirky sense of humour.
"What, not your usual brand?" she asked smirking.
"I prefer Astroglide. But this will do just fine."
After what Ryan thought to be a much too short preparation Christine urged him to get it in.
She was tight. Tighter than most men he'd fucked. And she was enjoying it, desperately pushing back against him to get more of his cock into her arse. Maybe she was getting off on pain. He wasn't small. It had to hurt, at least a little.
Ryan slowly gained speed, obeying Christine's pleas to do her harder. His bollocks slapped against Christine's arse-cheeks every time he pushed in. There was no stopping any more. Over and over again he filled her tight hole with his cock.
Christine had lowered her head to the bed and was now rubbing her clit furiously. Suddenly her anal muscles gripped him like a vice before her body went all slack.
Ryan went on fucking her for a few minutes more before he felt his orgasm building and he erupted streams of cum deep in her arse.
As he pulled out and lay down on the bed, exhausted, he thought that he wouldn't mind having another go at her before he left the hospital..
As if Christine had read his mind she said, "We should do that again."
"Was it as good as you'd imagined it?"
"It was even better."
Christine's mobile started to ring whilst she was getting dressed. Her face contorted into a frown as she listened to the caller. Whatever it was about it had to be bad.
"He is...? And Leek too? Leek did what?"
Ryan noticed how Christine's eyes flared up and her breath quickened in excitement.
"And they didn't notice it earlier? Of course that changes things. I think I should have a word with the Minister."
Christine turned around and regarded Ryan with an strange look of regret and pity.
"I'm sorry. I've got to go. An amazing opportunity has just opened up. I’ll come back next week."
Ryan smiled politely. In less than a week he would get discharged from the hospital and hopefully ordered back to the ARC. The time with Christine had been fun but she couldn’t hold a candle to his lover, Stephen.
"All the best, Christine!" he said and wondered why a cold shiver ran suddenly down his spine.