thecatinahat | (no subject)

The way he hums against her makes her think he likes that idea, and she grins up at the ceiling. She rather likes that idea too, actually. Having Cougar around whenever she wants, putting him down on his knees for her, maybe even when she's working at the computer — the thought of Cougar eating her out while she's typing sends a fresh wave of heat rocketing through her veins and she can't help moaning out loud — letting him hitch her up on the counter or bend her over the table to fuck her until her legs tremble...

"Yep," she decides, stroking her fingers through his hair, her voice tight. "We're both retiring. It'll be just sex from now on."

She's been mildly horny for weeks, living pressed up against Cougar the way she's been, and she's always been almost embarrassingly quick to get worked up. The combination, added to the fact that it's Cougar between her legs, humming like that, curling his tongue against her and letting his eyes close like there's nothing he'd rather be doing, has her biting her lip and squirming, already close to coming but wanting this to last.

He knows they would get bored within weeks or retiring, knows that she will start whining and then complaining. For now, though, they have weeks to catch up on and he intends to work her raw and screaming, then when she thinks she's done, he'll just start again. Grinning, he lightens the pressure against her hips so he can brush his nose in and slide his tongue in deeper.

He wants to praise her, but he has better things to do than speak at this moment. Maybe one day, they will take a vacation and do nothing but this, but even now, they have a task at hand.

They've just also figured this out along the way.

She hasn't yet realized that Cougar isn't a one-and-done kind of guy, but it shouldn't come as a surprise to her. Still, for the moment, she's trying to hold back as much as she can, not wanting this moment to end and expecting it to as soon as she lets go.

Even silent as he is, Cougar cannot be denied, and so despite her best efforts she finds herself tensing, her legs drawing up a little as her body prepares itself for the moment when his tongue pushing into her has her snapping.

The noise she lets out is more of a yelp and less of a scream, but hopefully the way she yanks at his hair and arches her back before dissolving into a trembling mess will suffice, her free hand clutching at the bed beneath her as she whimpers and shakes.

Good. It's a very good start. What he hasn't told her and doesn't intend to is that it's just the start and now that he's been kind, it's time for a little bit of teasing. He eases back, just enough so that she gets the littlest of contact from his lips and tongue, working her name with his tongue before drawing back, putting more and more time between contact. For all that Jensen talks, he hasn't heard what he wants. He wants to hear her scream.

He eases away, just long enough to drag his teeth along her belly, then up to work his tongue over one of the piercings, before sliding his way back down to resume his work.

She's underestimated him. He eases back a little as she comes down, for which she's grateful, but then he keeps easing back, and she's not down with that.

"No, no, nono, Cougar..." she whines, spreading her legs wider and reaching for his hair.

The grazing bite to her stomach has her giggling, a little ticklish, a noise that quickly gets overshadowed by the moan that bubbles up when he licks across her nipple, her piercing tugging the sensitive nub and making her tremble. "Fuck. Oh fuck. Carlos, come back, gimme a minute." She's too sensitive right now for him to go right back to eating her out, she needs a moment to collect herself and come down a little.

He looks up, just enough that she can get a clear line of sight on his eyes. "No," is his clear, firm response back to her, hands right back to her hips, rubbing a little where he thinks he can see the first hints of blues and purples, inordinately pleased with himself for what he's done. He rubs his fingertips slowly down over her thighs until he's evoked goosebumps, then he goes right back to his teasing, slow strokes.

This time, he uses morse, a pattern to tease her with merciless fast and then drawing out slow.

She whimpers at the look in his eyes when he lifts his head enough to see her, the rumble in his voice when he tells her no. "Fuuuck."

It's becoming clear she's somehow signed up for a marathon, for Cougar to prove himself by seeing how many times he can make her come on his chin, and she's torn between despair and elation.

It takes her a moment to realize he's tap-tapping Morse Code against her clit, and then she can't help the breathless, giddy laugh that bubbles out of her as she squirms against him.

"Hi, baby," she replies, raking her fingers through his hair and feeling her stomach jump when his tongue strokes against her at just the right angle to send sparks shooting up her spine.

He's going to be a mess when this is done, her all over his beard in a way that when he strokes it, knows he'll have to leave her lying there while he tidied up, but it's completely worth every second, trying to make her back arch and make those sounds come out of her mouth. He wants all of that and he wants it for the rest of their lives.

He's not sure how to bring that up, but he'll get there. He'll make it work. He rocks against her leg, starting to get to a point where he won't be able to last without help, but he's a sniper. He's used to waiting.

"Are you humping my leg?" she asks, laughing. In the spirit of camaraderie, she shifts to press the back of her foot against his cock, rubbing as best she can when so much of her body is still so focused on what he's doing with his mouth.

The noise that comes out of her as he laps at her pussy is almost a purr; she's quite pleased with herself at the moment, the aftershocks of her first orgasm petering out as the build-up to her second start to coalesce.

"Fuck, I could get used to this," she murmurs dreamily, arching her back a little and lifting both hands to her breasts so she can circle her nipples with her fingertips, teasing herself in time with the stroke and drag of Cougar's tongue.

He may not be able to do all of this, all the time, but Cougar has big plans to make sure that Jake is always, always happy and satisfied. He wants to be the one touching her, though, and he does have that little (though completely respectable) problem to take care of. It's why he slides away, cupping his mouth with a palm and wiping himself clean as he kisses her on the lips. "Stay," he says, ducking under the bed to find the bag he'd had when they first started all this.

He finds what he needs in that little square wrapper, shucking off his pants as he stands so that he's as bare as her. It's almost strange, standing here like this. When Jake Jensen had joined the team, he'd never seen this coming.

"Yes?" he asks, holding up the packet.

She whines, quite stridently, when he pulls away from her, letting go of her nipples to reach out for him instead as she pouts.

"Where are you going?" she protests, trying to cling to him some more when he leans in to kiss her, but he's too quick to slip out of her arms again. Grumbling, she gets her elbows up underneath her so she can watch him disappear beneath the bed for a moment before returning with a square foil wrapper. "Please tell me you didn't get that from Clay," she mutters, watching him undress with great interest.

Clambering up onto her knees, she scoots to the edge of the bed so she can reach for him, lifting her chin to invite a kiss as she plucks the packet out of his fingers. "Fuck yes."

"Had them all along," he says, given that he's got a whole box in there that he keeps for just in case situations at bars. He's been keeping these because some tiny part of his brain has been hoping for exactly this moment. He grins as he kneels on the bed and tangles his arm around her to pull her in for a long kiss, pushing them both down to the bed when she can topple them.

"You want to be on top?"

"Oh thank god." It's bad enough they all know exactly when everyone else gets laid, she doesn't want to know that Clay helped facilitate it by handing out rubbers like a high school health teacher.

She laughs when they tumble to the bed, their kiss breaking so that she doesn't headbutt him when they land, but she doesn't exactly move too quickly to clamber over him and get to business. She wants to kiss some more, sucking his lower lip into her mouth and grinning as she nips him.

"Do you want me to be on top?" she asks, her eyes gleaming.

He nods, eagerly, because while he would very much like to keep control, he also likes to think of her on top of him, moving around in such a way that he thinks between the heat and the vision, his brain won't be able to do anything but watch.

"Anything for you, tesoro," he rumbles, low and gentle.

Her face lights up, a broad smile crinkling the corners of her eyes, and she leans in to kiss him again. "That's a dangerous promise, Cougs," she murmurs between kisses, almost happy to just settle for this, lying on him and kissing him again and again and forgetting about the rest.

Except that would be horrible, so she wrenches herself away reluctantly. "Stop distracting me," she complains, like she wasn't the one who derailed their earlier plan to make out.

Reaching down between them, she curls her fingers around the hard length of his cock, stroking him slowly and smirking. "Ooh, big boy," she teases, fighting against the urge to giggle again. Guys don't like it when you laugh with your hand on their dicks, although Cougar obviously has no reason to be concerned. "I'll blow you later, okay? Right now I just really, really need to fuck you."

Her hands are quick and nimble when it comes to opening and rolling the condom down over him, and she gives him a few more strokes when she's done just to make sure he's ready before she swings her legs over his hips. "Yeah?" It takes a little wiggling for her to line up properly, but once she finds the right angle, she leans forward to brace her hands on his chest as she stars to push herself down onto him.

Every single little giggle is met with a dubious glare right back at her, like he can't believe that she's laughing at him (or with him) while they're about to do this. He lets out a growl as he yanks at her bruising hips, pulling her down on top of him before he lets that exploring hand slide upwards to start touching other places that he's been wanting for so long.

For one, it's rubbing his thumb in slow, careful circles around the areola, a teasing with slightly blunt pressure when he thinks she's ready for it. "JJ," he murmurs, adoringly and wondrously as he stares up at her. "Look how beautiful you are."

She can't help it! She laughs when she's happy. And, honestly, Jake is feeling just about giddy right now, overwhelmed with the knowledge that this is her reality now, that all those half-formed wishes she'd ruthlessly shoved aside weren't for naught, that Cougar wants her too.

She yelps a little when he yanks her down against him, slamming her hand into the mattress so she doesn't face-plant onto his chest. It brings her much closer to him, close enough to count his lashes if she wanted, close enough that he can cup her tit in one hand and rub his thumb around her nipple.

Shivering at the sparkles that lights under her skin, she bites her lip and lets her eyes flutter closed for a moment to try and overcome the blush that's staining her cheeks. "I bet you say that to all the girls," she retorts quietly, starting up a steady rocking of her hips.

"Just you," is his quiet, even response. It's the truth, too. He barely talks for any of the other women he's ever brought home and none of them got to have him like this. More than that, none of them have been recent. He slides both his palms up to cup her breasts, thumbs rubbing over the piercings as he gives her an indelicate smirk, sure he knows how that feels.

He pushes his hips up to meet hers, gasping at the sudden, overwhelming heat. "Dios, JJ, Jake," he murmurs rapidly. "Don't stop."

"Cougar," she breathes, that blush she'd been fighting coming back in full force. It's horrible, she feels like she's almost certainly all splotchy and red and looks like an embarrassed tomato, but Cougar's looking at her like she hung the fucking moon, and it's a powerful feeling, having that expression turned on her.

Playing with her nipples gets her to whimper, her fresh-bitten lips red and swollen as her mouth goes slack, and she snaps her hips down against his, a happy, breathy laugh bubbling up when he swears.

"I won't," she promises, forcing her eyes to open so she can watch him, looking triumphant as she rises and falls above him. "This is your job now, remember? Fucking me as often as possible."

He laughs, but it's nothing more than an exhalation of air, a puff of it as he smirks at her, as if challenging her to whether that's what she really wants. "My job, yes," he agrees, licking his lips as he pushes up into her heat with a long, strangled moan. "Your job, too. Be here, beautiful and ready," he insists.

"I can do that," she assures him, since he seems to be skeptical of her ability to just lie around and do nothing but wait for him to look after her. To be honest, she'd get pretty bored, fast. But maybe he'd let her have her laptop in bed, and then she'd be fine. "Well, maybe not the beautiful part, but you have no idea how ready I am for sex with you at basically any moment of the day."

Cougar thrusts up, hand on her hip as he settles into a hazy, hot rhythm that goes faster than he normally would, but there's a part of him that isn't sure he gets to have this, so he's going to take what he can get. "Beautiful," he insists again, unwilling to let her believe anything else. "Say it."

Her knees spread a little wider for balance, and her hands brace against the bed so she won't get dislodged when he digs his heels in to really fuck up into her, fingertips pressing sharply into her hip. She's going to have bruises after tonight, and she's looking forward to it.

"Beautiful," she parrots obediently, trying not to let herself pant for air.

"You're so beautiful," he insists again, more passionately as he leans up to close the space between them, one hand cupping her breast, one hand holding her in place, and now his lips on hers, a reaching, grasping kiss as he drags his teeth over her lip, surging into a deeper kiss as he gets closer.

"Carlos," she whines, half trying to deny his belief that she's beautiful, and half just needing to gasp out his name as he thrusts into her.

She's close, but not close enough, so she shifts her weight onto one hand so she can slide the other between them, fingertips rubbing frantically at her clit to try and hurry things along, her wrist crushed between them as she muffles her moaning against his lips.