Quill, Parchment, & Ink

Good Boy (Comment Fic), Sanctuary Porn Battle; Kate Freelander/Will Zimmerman good boys always finish last

Will smiled as he watched Kate moved easily, gracefully, around the room. After too many days of her moving stiffly from pulled muscles, it was a joy just to watch her walk around the room even when she was doing nothing more than flittering from one side to the other with no obvious destination. The slow burn of want was pulling at him, especially since she’d stripped down to her panties and pulled on one of his t-shirts. He was sure there were outfits that were supposed to be sexier, but the sight of her; his shirt just brushing the curve of her ass and the lace of her panties peeking out as she bent and twisted was enough to make him hard in his jeans.

“Kate,” he called and she turned, smiling at him over her shoulder. “Come mere.” He crooked a finger at her.

She turned, considering him for a moment, before stalking towards him; her swinging hips mesmerizing him as she got closer. Her smile widened at the sight of his glazed eyes and she braced her hands on the chair arms, leaning close. “See something you like, William?” she purred.

He ran his fingers up her bare leg, taking care to press hard enough not to tickle. “I see a lot I like,” he replied. Toying with the edge of her panties, he added, “You’re gorgeous.”

Kate tried to push away, but his hands cupping her ass prevented her from getting far. “I look like crap, Zimmerman.”

Will grinned up at her, pulling her closer, and hooking his thumbs in the top of her panties. “You look fabulous. Ya know…it’s kinda sexy when you call me ‘Zimmerman’.”

“You are a twisted man,” she replied fondly, running a hand through his messy hair.

He reached up, tangling the fingers of one hand in her hair and pulling her close enough for their mouths to meet. Kate leaned into him, bracing one hand against the top of his chair as the other trailed down his bare chest to his jeans button. He sucked a breath in, giving her enough room to slip a finger inside his pants. “Kaaaate,” he breathed.

“Yes, William?” she replied. She pulled back far enough to grin saucily at him. “Wanna do something about my…” She moaned as his hands slipped between her skin and her underwear, easing them down. “Thought you were a good boy?” she murmured as she wiggled, kicking them away once they were far enough down.

“That was your impression,” he answered as nimble fingers undid his jeans and stroked down his cock as she drew him out. “I never actually said that.” He hefted her up, encouraging her to straddle him.

Their hands tangled as he attempted to slip a finger into her. “Don’t worry,” she told him. “I’m more than ready for you.” She wrapped a hand around him. “Some days it’s all I can do not to grab you and drag you away to fuck you stupid.”

His guileless blue eyes met her chocolate ones as his lips curved upwards in a smirk. “Stroke my ego why don’t you, Kate?”

“There’s something else I think you’d rather I stroke.” She rubbed herself against his tip, drawing a moan from him. “Like that?”

He moaned again, clutching at her ass, but not hard enough to leave bruises. She slid down a bit before stretching back up and capturing his mouth in a deep kiss. He didn’t try to push himself up into her while she knelt above him, letting her control everything and she rewarded him, slowly sinking down until he filled her completely. Clenching him tightly, she rocked against him as his hands glided up her back, pulling her to him.

Leaning back, she reached for the hem of her shirt intending to pull it off, but he stopped her. Tipping her back, he coaxed her nipple into his mouth, soaking the shirt around it. Kate clutched at his hair as he tormented her, nipping her overly sensitive flesh.

She writhed against him, crying out as his hand slipped between their bodies. Talented fingers found her swollen clip and pressed against it, sending a shock through her body. For a moment, she forgot everything but the electric feeling coursing through her veins and how good it would feel to just let go.

Then Will twisted his fingers as his mouth descended on her again and she screamed. Her body jack-knifed in his grasp as she went rigid before slumping towards him.

As she settled against his chest, she could feel Will still hard inside her and she clenched around him, whispering, “Come for me. Lemme feel you.” With a gasp, he did so, his arms spasming around her as he shook. He buried his face in her neck as they held each other tightly for a moment, too wrung out to move. Finally she laughed softly. “What?” he asked.

“I guess it’s true what they say about good boys.”

“Hmmm?” he questioned, rubbing his face against her neck.

“They always finish last.”