Taylor 'Puck' Pukowski (earthwhich) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-07-24 13:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.17.11, evie, evie and ty, ty |
When your day is long...
Who: Evie and Ty
What: A late night visit
When: 10.17.11 - Nearly midnight, Monday Night
Where: Evie's place
Warnings: NSFW. Did you really expect anything less?
Evie had told Ty that she'd leave a spare key for him to come in when he got off work, so when he finally forced himself to pull away from the files before him, it was damn near Tuesday. He barely made it to her house before midnight and let himself in, sliding his jacket off of his shoulders and hanging it by her door. He made his way through her apartment, glancing around for Evie who was likely sleeping. When he found her, she was indeed asleep. He smiled a little and slipped his shoes off, then his socks. Setting those aside, he took his keys and wallet out of his pocket and sat those on her bedside table before crawling into the bed with the pretty, caramel colored woman. He gently kissed her neck, sliding his mouth to her ear and giving her earlobe a little tug. "Wake up, baby girl," he whispered.
Evie smiled before she even opened her eyes, humming softly as she leant back against him. “Mmmm, hi,” she murmured sleepily, arching her back, pouting a little when she felt the scrape of denim against her bare skin. “Why are you still wearing clothes?” She teased, rolling over onto her back, blinking up at him. She slid her hand down the back of his neck, pulling him in for a slow, passionate kiss. She’d only been asleep about half an hour or so; long enough to be sleepy and warm, but not enough that she was totally out of it.
Tyler grinned at her, returning the kiss before answering because words weren't as important as her mouth against his. He gently nipped her lower lip before pulling back enough to reply. "Was too busy trying to get that good morning kiss to care about taking off my clothes," he admitted softly. "I didn't want to wake you up, but I've missed you. Feels like I haven't seen you in ages."
“Well that’s gotta change, sweetness,” she teased, sliding her hands under his shirt, pushing it up slowly. “I got to make up for not seeing you all day.” Her accent was a little more present, hint of that New Orleans drawl creeping into her words. “Y’can wake me up anytime you wanna. Always gonna want more’f your kisses.” She stole another kiss to prove her point, her hands skating over his chest as she shoved his t-shirt up further, reluctantly pulling back to tug it up over his head, strip him bare.
He smirked a little at her words , shifting enough that she could push the shirt entirely up, letting it be tossed away and not much caring where it landed. He could get it in the morning. For now he wanted to be close to her. Bare skin against bare skin. He undid his belt, not bothering to pull it through the loops. Instead he leaned in to kiss her again, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans and shoving those and his boxers past his hips until he could kick them off the side of the bed. His arms wound around her, pulling her soft body against his own with a little growl of approval. "God, I've missed you," he whispered.
Evie practically purred, smiling as he quickly stripped off and pulled her into his arms. “Much better,” she murmured, sliding one leg over his hip, her arms winding around his neck as she kissed him slowly. “Hey baby,” she murmured, kissing the tip of his nose, pulling back enough to grin at him. “How was your day?” Her fingers stroked the curve of his scalp, his neck, feeling stubble give way to soft skin.
"Tiring," he told her honestly, sliding his fingers through her hair and leaning in for another kiss. "Better now that I've got this gorgeous woman wrapped around me though," he breathed against her lips. Yeah, the case was much less important right this second. How could he think about the case when he had caramel skin touching his, that beautiful voice ringing in his ears and the feel of her body warm body beside his. "What about you?" he asked. "How was your day?"
She sighed happily into the kiss, arching against him. “Pretty standard,” she murmured between kisses, not really that interested in talking about her day. Not when she had a gorgeous naked man to wrap her body around. “Much better now you’re here,” she continued, smiling against his mouth. She slid her hands over his shoulders, making a soft noise of sympathy. “You’re all tense, baby,” she whispered, kneading his shoulders gently. “You want a massage?”
Tense. Yeah, he was tense. More than tense really. Her fingers against his shoulder felt so damned good it was almost criminal. "Like I have the power in me to refuse a massage from a beautiful woman?" he smirked, leaning in for one more little kiss from her. "Not if you're too tired though, baby girl," he murmured against her mouth, kissing her again. "I'll be alright."
Evie shook her head, sucking her lower lip into her mouth. “Never too tired for you, gorgeous,” she murmured, shifting back and leaning gently on his shoulder, encouraging him to lie on his front. She straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss the nape of his neck as her hands smoothed over his shoulders. “Just relax, baby,” she breathed, reaching across to her nightstand. She pulled open the drawer, rifling around before pulling out a bottle of baby oil she mostly used as a moisturiser. It came in handy, though, times like this. She poured a generous amount into her hand, rubbing them together for a moment before splaying her hands out on his shoulders, rubbing slowly.
He shifted to lay on his stomach like she urged him to, folding his arms beneath his head and closing his eyes. It was easy to relax when she was talking so gently and then even more so when her hands began to move over his shoulders. God that was nice. "Mmm," he murmured softly, his muscles already feeling much less tense. "I'm going to have to make late night visits more often," he breathed.
She kneaded his shoulders, feeling the knots of tension ease under her touches, working her thumbs into the most stubborn spots. “You can make late night visits whenever you want,” she teased, leaning down again to kiss his cheek, the curve of his jaw. Her hands smoothed over his arms, down to his elbows and back up, easing down his back inch by inch. She rubbed the oil into his skin, her hands covering every inch down to his waist.
"Don't tempt me," he told her, glancing over his shoulder at the woman. "It's hard enough to try sleeping in my bed alone when I know what it feels like to have you against me," he murmured. It had been difficult to be in the coolness of his bed without her, that was for sure. Even more so now, likely, considering he was going to have her warmth against him tonight. He hated that he didn't have more time for her and that his job took up more moments than he'd like. "After this case is over, I'm going to take you out," he told her. "Somewhere special. To make up for all the late nights I'm going to have to pull for a while."
She smoothed her hands up his back again, letting them slide to the sides, down his ribcage inch by inch. “I’m not gonna complain about that,” she murmured, grinning. “But you don’t have to. I told you, baby, I’m low maintenance. I got my own life.” She bent forward, catching his lips with hers briefly. “You don’t gotta worry about me pining away.” She was attracted to him, and she liked spending time with him. But she was a loner by nature, and she wasn’t going to hang around waiting for him to call. Late night visits were just fine by her. She brushed her lips against his earlobe, sucking it into her mouth for a moment. “Turn over,” she whispered, lifting up a little.
He was glad that she wasn't high maintenance. Those women never lasted in relationships with cops. He returned the kiss and smiled a little at her. "Well I hope you pine a little," he teased, doing as she asked and rolling over, careful not to dislodge her from her perch on him. His hands slid up her thighs to her hips and he smiled at her, leaning up to catch her lips in another soft kiss. "At least you know I'm working when I say I am," he teased, chuckling a little.
“Mmm, maybe a little pining,” she admitted, grinning as she kissed him, her hands sliding over his pecs, gently kneading his shoulders. She shifted a little lower, rubbing herself against him, his cock sliding against her cunt, already wet. “Definitely missed this...” she teased, grinning down at him. Running her hands over his body, touching him like this, had just made her more eager for him.
Tyler groaned, cock twitching against her slickened folds. "Definitely," he agreed, hips rocking up just a little, eager for more friction. "Definitely missed this. Been thinking about you all day, baby girl," he breathed, letting his head rest against the pillow beneath him. "Some not so workplace safe things too," he smirked. "Doubt the boys would like to know that you're running through my head all day, doing filthy things."
“Mmmm, I wondered why my legs were tired,” she teased, grinning down at him. She bit her lip gently, rocking her hips slowly, feeling his cock hard against her. “You gonna tell me some of those things?” She leant down, kissing him slowly, nipping at his lower lip. “Think you deserve a treat, since you been working so hard today.”
He smirked up at her, returning that kiss and groaning as she caught his lip between her teeth. "What kind of treat?" he whispered. "Does it involve you rocking those gorgeous hips of yours some more?" he asked her, catching her lip between his teeth this time. "And if I tell you what you were doing, it won't be a fantasy anymore," he reminded her. "How bout you just do something filthy and I'll tell you if you guessed correctly?"
Evie pouted a little, stroking her hands down his neck, over his shoulders. “Mmm, maybe I wanna hear ‘em from you,” she murmured. “Love hearing your voice, love the way you sound when you’re turned on...” Reaching down between their bodies, she stroked his cock, lifting up enough to position him against her entrance. She eased down, eyes sliding closed as she concentrated on the feel of him inside her, his cock stretching her open. “God, baby,” she groaned, line of concentration appearing between her brows. He was almost too big, the stretch of his cock treading that fine line between pain and pleasure, blurring the boundaries. “You’re so big,” she breathed, hips rocking as she took him deeper, inch by inch.
Ty couldn't help but groan as she started stroking her fingers over his neck and shoulders and whispering softly about wanting to hear his fantasies from him. He was amused to know that she liked the way that his voice sounded when he wanted her. But he lost the ability to speak when she shifted a little and slowly pressed him inside of her, forgoing the condom. He blinked a little, but at the same time he didn't say shit because fuck that was nice. He groaned instead, biting his lower lip as she talked about how big he was. No guy ever got tired of hearing that. Christ. His eyes fluttered down her body to where it met his and he groaned at the sight of her sinking down on him. "Damn, baby girl," he whispered.
Evie sat back, her hands resting on his chest, curving her spine as she pushed down onto his cock, coming to rest with a low moan. She sat still for a moment, getting used to the feel of him inside her, smirking down at him. Running her fingers through her hair, gathering her hair up in loose handfuls, she began to move, rising and falling against him, her lips parted slightly, each breath a soft moan.
Watching her move was fucking sexy. The way she shifted, the way her body moved so fluidly. It was like watching someone dance. A glorious, perfect dance. God she was beautiful. His own hands slid up her thighs, resting against her waist once they reached it, not guiding her movements, but following them eagerly.
Evie’s hands slid down her neck, over her shoulders, cupping her own breasts as she moved against him. She moaned softly, her eyes on his face as she played with her nipples, sending a soft shudder down her spine. “This what you were thinking about, baby?” She murmured huskily. “Me riding you, taking your cock?”
"Fuck yes," he breathed, nodding a little at her question. How was he supposed to think clearly when she was riding him like that, teasing him with her fingertips over her skin. "Don't think my fantasies did you justice, baby girl," he murmured, eyes wandering over her body as she teased her nipples. "You're too beautiful to memorize completely."
“Mmmm, maybe I’ll have to take some photos,” she teased, smirking a little. “Send you a little reminder when you’re at work...” Yes, she was that evil. And yes, she would absolutely send him filthy photos when she knew he couldn’t do anything about it. She spread her knees wider apart, trying to get him deeper inside of her, her clit rubbing against him as she leant forward. “God, I love the way you feel,” she breathed, leaning down to kiss him, nipping at his lower lip. “Love how that big cock of yours feels...”
God she wanted to kill him. Teasing about photos. He could only imagine how much more difficult it would be to work if he had pictures of her on his phone with every couple of texts she sent him. Tyler's eyes slid between them as she spread her knees further apart, his cock sinking just a little deeper inside of her. "I love how you look when you're riding that big cock," he breathed, leaning in for another kiss, his fingertips teasing upwards along her side to cup her breast, thumb flicking over her nipple. "You're like a breathing wetdream," he admitted softly. "No wonder you've been filling mine the last few days."
Evie leant forward for another kiss, reaching out to the bedside table, grabbing his phone with a wicked smirk. “Then I guess we should record it, right?” She teased him. “So you can remember just how I look, the next time you’re all alone with just your hand for company...” Of course, if he was in a position to be jerking off, she’d prefer it if he just came over to see her. She pulled the camera up on his phone, sliding the phone into his hand as she kissed him again, eagerly. The thought of Ty taking photos of her, of jerking off to them...yeah, that was hot. Hotter than it had any right to be.
He arched a brow when she handed him his phone, camera poised and ready to take pictures - or videos for that matter - resulting in him swallowing down the lust filled groan that seemed caught in his throat. He'd never had a woman who was so eager to please, so willing to let him take pictures of her. Not that he'd do anything negative with them, but still. He let out a low groan as he lifted his phone, pulling back from her lips enough to smirk a little. "Does this mean I should be sending you dirty pictures too?"
She sat upright, smirking down at him. “That definitely means you should be sending me dirty pictures,” she murmured, tilting her head back, shaking her hair back over her shoulders. “That way I’ve got something to keep me warm at night...” she slid her hand down her throat, over the curve of her breast, down her stomach. Her fingers delved between her folds, tips stroking the base of his cock as she teased at her clit, muscles clenching around his cock. “Something to picture when I’m lonely and aching for you...”
He swallowed as she leaned back, positioning his phone to take a picture of her as her fingers slid between her folds and teased her clit. Fuck that was hot. "A picture isn't good enough," he breathed, switching the camera to video and pressing record. He focused the camera on her fingers as she kept teasing herself, the slid it up to catch her face. "Smile for the camera, baby girl," he breathed. "Tell me how much you like that cock."
Evie smirked, biting down on her lower lip, teasing at it with her teeth as she looked into the camera and groaned. “Fuck, I love it,” she groaned, eyes heavy and half-lidded with pleasure. “Love the way you feel inside me, Ty. So big, filling me up...” she shivered softly, groaning as her head fell back, hips moving more eagerly, faster. She leant back a little further, giving him a better view, his cock disappearing between her folds, her fingers still teasing at her clit. “Been thinking about this all day, baby,” she murmured, looking straight at the camera. “You get me so hot, make me wanna come all over that gorgeous, thick cock.”
Yeah, he'd be definitely using this video when he couldn't have her. It would be the closest thing to the real thing that he could get. And when she was singing his praises, talking about his big cock and how she wanted to come on it? Yeah, that would come in handy when he needed a little pick me up and couldn't go see her. "Damn, baby girl," he whispered, shifting his hips a little, rocking them upwards to tease her all the more. "Ride that dick, come all over it for me."
“Yeah,” Evie groaned, shuddering as he arched his hips up, pushing deeper inside of her. She played with her clit, rubbing eagerly as she rose and fell on his cock, moaning eagerly. “That’s it, baby,” she breathed. “Gonna make me come for you, feel me coming around your cock.” She slid her free hand up over her breasts, fingers splayed wide across her throat. She slid two fingers into her mouth, sucking them lewdly, her every move a tease. “Wanna suck your cock when I’m done,” she breathed. “Lick you clean, taste you when you come.”
Christ. It was hard to think or speak when she was talking like that, touching herself like that. Even more when she began to lick her fingers. His cock twitched inside of her and he knew he was about a breath away from coming himself. "Might not get a taste if you're teasing me like that," he breathed. "Keep it up and I'm gonna fill that pussy before you get the chance to move."
Evie pouted playfully, her hips still shifting eagerly, fingering her clit. “Guess I’ll just have to tease you until you’re hard for me again,” she murmured huskily. “Lick that gorgeous cock until you’re aching to come, moaning my name...” Her gaze flicked between the camera and Ty’s face, drinking in the reactions she could coax from him. “God, baby,” she groaned, eyes slipping closed, her head falling back. “I’m so close...”
He tried desperately to keep himself from coming, wanting her to suck his cock because when she was talking like that, it was too tempting to see her actually doing it. He held onto every scrap of willpower that he had inside of him. Watching her as she drew herself closer. "Come for me, baby," he breathed, rocking his hips up again. "Come for me and then lemme see those pretty lips around my cock."
Evie cried out Ty’s name, arching her back, nearly wailing as she came, muscles clenching tight around his cock. Her hips jerked, Ty’s cock nearly slipping free of her body, her fingers still working her clit eagerly. Panting, she slumped forward, catching her breath for a moment. She bit her lip, humming contentedly as she looked right into the camera, looking well-fucked and utterly wicked. “Gonna make you come so hard,” she promised. “Suck you off til you’re screaming my name.” Her voice was husky, a little hoarse as she lifted herself up, hissing softly as his cock slipped free of her body.
He was more than satisfied to have caught her climax on video. He knew that he'd be replaying that video over and over again. And having to send it to his laptop so he could watch it there too. Goddamn that was nice. Fucking spectacular. He managed to not come, even though he wanted to so badly he could taste it. He was teetering on the edge, but he bit back that urge, focusing on her pretty face as she whispered about sucking him off. "Go ahead, pretty baby," he murmured. "Suck that cock."
She slid down his body, smirking wickedly at the camera as she settled between his thighs. Hands splayed across his hips, she ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, tasting herself on him, moaning softly. “You taste so good, baby,” she moaned, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, sucking the tip of him into her mouth. She pressed her thumb hard against the vein that ran the length of his cock, making it a little more difficult to come. She wanted to play, damnit. Wanted to tease him until he couldn’t even think, let alone speak.
Oh, she was playing alright. He groaned out as her mouth took the tip of him inside of it, eyes having a difficult time focusing on her face and not rolling back in his head. "I think part of that is your pretty little pussy, baby," he murmured. Which just made it all the more hot that she was going down on him. He knew for a fact that half of the taste on his cock was from being buried in her cunt. Ty wasn't sure how Evie could keep getting hotter, but she managed to surprise him over and over again.
Evie reached up, pulling her hair back from her face, flicking it over one shoulder to make sure he had a good view of her mouth on his cock. She sank down inch by inch, taking him in, her cheeks hollowing around him. She groaned throatily, her hand working his shaft, full lips wrapped around him. God, he was hot as hell. And she loved driving him crazy, loved that he was clearly having trouble keeping his head up, keeping his eyes on her.
She thought he was hot as hell? When her mouth was wrapped around his cock, her eyes on his face making him feel like his whole body was going to explode into shuddery shivers until he passed out from the pleasure. Each movement she made felt like he was sending her the signals from his brain straight to hers. Telling her silently exactly what to do. Only she was just that fucking good at sucking cock. Fuck. "Damn, baby," he breathed, using the hand not holding the phone to slide his fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face so she could see those gorgeous eyes.
She groaned again, louder, sucking enthusiastically. He no longer tasted of her, just the musky bitter taste of his cock left behind, soft skin under her lips and tongue. Her gaze flicked between his face and the camera, putting on a show for both of them. She wanted this to be memorable, wanted him to be thinking of this every goddamn time he jerked off. Yeah, she was a low-maintenance girl...it didn’t mean she wasn’t possessive. She wanted to be the hottest thing he’d ever seen, make sure that he wanted to come back again and again.
She was certainly the hottest thing he'd ever seen. The more she sucked, the closer he came to falling over that edge. Gently he tugged at her hair, eyes rolling back briefly as he bit his lower lip to try and keep himself in the moment for as long as possible. "So close, Evie," he whispered. "Gonna let me come in that pretty little mouth?" he questioned.
Evie didn’t reply, just sucking harder, her eyes sliding closed as she focused on his cock, on the feel of him in her mouth. She bobbed her head a little faster, mouth corkscrewing down on his cock, her cheeks hollowed. She groaned, her nails scraping gently at his hips as she caressed them, her hands sliding down to his thighs.
God, he couldn't keep holding on when she was doing that. A few more bobs of her head and he growled out as he came, hips arching slightly, forced not to arch as much as he wanted to for sake of not impaling her on his cock. He shuddered as he came, groaning and fisting his fingers tighter in her hair, his breathing shallow and uneven. "Fuck," he grunted. "Goddamn."
Swallowing greedily, Evie moaned, pulling back to catch the last of his release on her tongue. She licked his cock clean, only stopping when his thighs were twitching, aftershocks turning to over-sensitivity. Crawling up the bed, she pulled the phone out of his hand, switching it off and tossing it onto the nightstand as she leant down to kiss him passionately. “Feeling more relaxed, sweetness?” She murmured, smirking just a little smugly.
Relaxed didn't even begin to cover it. He felt like he was made out of nothing but tingles. He shuddered a little, returning the little kiss and smiling lazily at her. "Relaxed doesn't even cover it, baby girl," he told her honestly, brushing her hair back from her face. "Feeling absolutely boneless," he murmured.
“Good,” she murmured, the smug grin turning a little softer, as she bent her head to kiss the tip of his nose, both eyelids. She stroked her hand down his arm, settling in against him. She’d helped make him feel better after a long, hard day at work - her job here was done. And that lazy little smile he gave her was doing positively illegal things to her. “So I guess I should have warned you I’m kind of an exhibitionist, hunh?” She murmured, biting her lip to try and contain a grin. She’d gotten into trouble more than once with the police, her and her exes...
"I'm definitely not complaining," he murmured, pressing his lips against her forehead. "I'll take all the videos and pictures you wanna give me, Evie," he assured her. Like he was going to refuse any images of that gorgeous body. "Never been an exhibitionist myself, but I have the feeling you might be changing that," he smirked.
Evie laughed softly. “Oh yeah. You got no idea, bé,” she murmured. She walked her fingers down his chest, skating over his hip. “Unless you looked up my record.” She grinned, fluttering her eyelashes at him, faking a soft breathy voice. “I swear, officer, I had no idea the camera was there...”
Tyler couldn't help but arch a brow at her. "You naughty little thing," he smirked. "Guess it's a good thing I know all the spots in the city that aren't camera filled, huh?" he asked, unable to keep the grin off of his lips.
Evie laughed. “Aw, baby, that’s no fun...” she teased. “Where’s the risk?” She’d almost been caught in some pretty interesting places - half the thrill was seeing what took longer - both of them coming, or the security guards catching them. But with Ty....well, he had his job to worry about. Maybe she’d tone it down a little for him.
"I think I take enough risk being close to crimes everyday," he told her with a little smile, gently kissing her forehead. "Maybe you'll get me to walk on the dangerous side a little more, huh?" he murmured. "But that'll have to wait til morning. I'm beat. How 'bout I promise to wake you up with a nice favor to pay you back for that video you made me, huh?" he grinned. "Let you record one of me."
“Sounds good to me,” Evie murmured, reaching across him to turn off the bedside lamp, snuggling down in his arms, almost curled up on his chest. “You can wake me up any way you want, baby,” she breathed. “Just as long as I get a kiss.” She stroked his chest and shoulder gently, fingertips gliding over smooth, dark skin as she closed her eyes, already beginning to drift off. “Night, sweetness,” she breathed, tilting her head to kiss his shoulder.
"You'll get a kiss alright," he smirked. "I'm just not telling you where it's gonna be." Tyler lifted her head a little, stealing a kiss from her lips and the kissing the tip of her nose and her forehead. "Goodnight, baby girl," he murmured. "Sweet dreams." He knew for a fact his would be sweet.