Carr Wallace (lupine_scot) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-07-24 13:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.18.11, carr, carr and gio, gio |
Happy Birthday to you...
Who: Carr and Gio
What: Celebrating Carr's birthday
When: 10.18.11 - Tuesday Evening
Where: Gio's house
Warnings: NSFW - duh
It was Carr's birthday, a little bit of information that she'd found out by sifting through his wallet and looking at his I.D. while he was showering one evening. What? She had a right to know when his birthday was. And it was a good damned thing that she looked because she hadn't thought it would have been as close as it was, but there it was in black and white. October eighteenth. Fuck. She had to make quick plans to pull it all together, but somehow she did it. Like anyone had any doubts. When Giovanna De Luca set her mind do something, she did it.
She'd decided on an Italian meatloaf for dinner because it was practically all meat and no doubt Carr would approve of that. He was a man's man after all. Adding some beer to the menu drink wise, she'd gone ahead and got a shower and then proceeded to try to find something to put on that might make it through dinner. Save for suits there wasn't much choice. In the end, she'd decided it was his birthday and if he wanted to skip dinner and get laid, that was fine by her. It could always be reheated, so Gio had gotten herself dressed in a dress that she was sure Carr would approve of. Now all she had to do was wait for him to get home.
Carr had been working at the garage all day, so he was sweaty and stinking of oil by the time he got home. He hadn’t mentioned that it was his birthday - he and Gio hadn’t really been together long enough for him to expect anything, and he hadn’t celebrated it since Mel had died. It just hadn’t seemed worth it. He came into the house through the garage, straight into the kitchen. “Mmmm, smells good, love,” he said approvingly, already stripping off his shirt and dropping it on the floor in front of the washer.
Gio smiled when she heard him enter the kitchen and head through to the washer. Moving to stand in the doorway, she leaned teasingly against the door. "Welcome home, birthday boy," she said, eyes wandering over his body. She should have waited for that shower because damn did he look gorgeous, even smelling to high heaven like sweat and oil and grease.
Carr had kicked off his boots at the door, having already had one lecture about tracking oil across Gio’s new floors. Right now, that meant he was in jeans and nothing else. Probably a good thing, considering how edible Gio looked. He smirked a little when she spoke, eyebrow quirked. “And just how did you find that one out, hmm?” He asked, sliding his arms around her waist. He was careful not to touch her dress with his hands, not wanting to ruin it. Ducking his head, he kissed her slowly.
She returned the kiss, lingering in it for a long moment before replying to his question. "I went through your wallet so I could look at your I.D.," she admitted. She had no reason to lie about it. "I just wanted to check and make sure you were who you said you were," she teased, kissing him again. "And I wanted your birthday so I could do something special for you. I just didn't think it would be this soon," she laughed. "I made dinner and got that beer you like. And of course there's your present, but you can't unwrap that until you've finished eating."
Carr mock-pouted, looking wickedly at her. “And what if I wanna unwrap it now?” he asked, pressing his hips against her. He pretty much always wanted Gio, and he hadn’t seen her all day, after all. “It’ll help me work up an appetite...” Not that he wasn’t hungry already, but given the chance? He’d take Gio over dinner any day. “You could join me in the shower,” he suggested, letting go of her long enough to show her his dirty hands. “Get me clean before dinner.”
Gio smirked a little at him when he pressed against her. "Not fair tempting me with showers," she murmured, stealing another little kiss from him. She didn't want to say no to that offer though. She really didn't want to say no. "Let me put the oven on warm," she murmured. "It'll keep our dinner hot for us for a little while because I don't think I have the willpower to refuse a shower with the birthday boy."
“Okay,” he said, kissing her again swiftly before stepping back. “I’ll get the shower started, see you there in a sec...” It would give him time to get the worst of the grease off his hands and forearms, get the stink of the garage out of his skin. He padded out of the kitchen, jogging upstairs to the shower, his jeans left on a crumpled pile on the floor. He stepped under the hot water with a low groan, letting it beat down on his shoulders for a second before scrubbing at his hands with soap.
It wasn't fair that he could be so damn tempting. She watched him leave and once he'd disappeared out of view, she set the oven to keep their dinner warm and followed after him. Her shoes were discarded before she reached her room and she unzipped the dress, stepping out of it and laying it on the bed. Her underclothes were removed as well and by the time she entered the bathroom, she was fully nude. She listened to the sound of the water for a moment before she moved to the shower and stepped in behind Carr, smirking a little at him from behind. "I should have just waited for my shower," she murmured, her hands sliding up his back to his shoulders.
Carr smirked, leaning back into her hands for a moment before turning, sliding his hands over her waist. “Mmm, yeah, you shoulda,” he murmured, blinking water droplets out of his eyes as he bent his head to kiss her. “So, do I get a special treat, since it’s my birthday?” He teased, arching his hips forward. He was hard, had been ever since he’d kissed her in the kitchen.
She arched a brow at him, glancing down briefly and shrugging slightly. "I don't know," she murmured as her eyes flicked back up to his face. "What sort of treat are you in the mood for?" she asked him, laying her hand flat against his chest then slowly letting it tease its way downwards until she was brushing her fingertips against his stomach. "I've never been that great at coming up with good birthday gifts, so you'll have to tell me what you want," she said, biting her lower lip as she brushed her fingers lower still, teasing them over the base of his cock.
He groaned softly, arching his hips forward. Cupping her face, he kissed her hungrily, before sliding his hands to her shoulders, placing a gentle pressure on them. “How about those gorgeous lips of yours wrapped around my cock?” He murmured a little huskily, leaning his shoulders back against the tiled wall.
She wasn't going to deny him, even if it wasn't his birthday. She leaned in a little, pressing her lips against his chest, sliding them slowly downwards, over his stomach as she sank to her knees. Gio ducked her head beneath his cock, letting her tongue be pressed against the base of the underside of his dick, slowly teasing it from root to tip. "Mmm," she murmured softly, breath warm against his cock. "Are you sure this is a present for you?" she asked him, letting her tongue slide across the little slit at the tip of his cock. "Feels like a present for me."
Carr groaned softly, head falling back against the wall with a loud ‘thunk’. “Trust me love,” he rasped. “It’s a present for me.” He arched his hips just a little, cock sliding between her lips, twitching eagerly. “That’s it, pet,” he groaned. “Take it. Wanna see you take my cock.” He was already panting softly, worked up by the smell of her, the feel of her mouth on him. He’d been thinking about Gio all day, his instincts towards his mate still not under control.
Gio parted her lips, letting his cock slide between them just enough to take the head of him in her mouth. She groaned approvingly at his words, liking that he talked so filthily. God it was a delicious sound to her ears as she did as he told her, taking his cock as far as she could into her mouth, her nose barely able to touch his lower stomach before she had to pull back a little to keep from gagging on him. She couldn't get used to how big he was, how much girth his cock had to it. It made her groan again, her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock as she began to suck.
“God, yeah,” he groaned, thighs tensing as he fought the urge to thrust forward, push into her mouth. He knew it was a lot to take, knew he had to give Gio time to adjust. But fuck, she was tempting. “Love your mouth, Gio,” he murmured huskily, looking down at her a little dazedly. “Been thinking about this all fuckin’ day,” he groaned. “Thought Colin was gonna throw me out by the time we closed.” He shuddered, smirking as he threaded his hand through her hair. “Said I was stinking of lust....” He looked down at her, groaning again at the way she looked, lips stretched wide around his cock.
It was arousing, knowing that he thought about her all day. Thought about her mouth wrapped around him like it was now. The groans, the little smirk, the way he carded his hands through her hair. Fuck he was gorgeous. She couldn't help but let her eyes stay fixed on his face. His gorgeous face. To think that this man was hers and only hers? She wasn't sure how she'd gotten so damn lucky, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he belonged to her and she belonged to him.
She lifted her other hand, sliding it up his thigh and between his legs, cupping his balls and groaning at the weight of them in her grip. Her other hand squeezed tighter around the base of him, her mouth sliding further upon him once more, aiming to tease him properly. It was his birthday, after all. He deserved to be completely and utterly boneless by the time she was through with him.
Groaning louder, Carr slumped more heavily against the wall, his fingers tightening in her hair. He rocked his hips forward, pushing a little deeper into her mouth. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “That’s it...” He couldn’t take his eyes off her, off how amazing she looked on her knees.
Gio groaned around him, loving the way his accent sounded wrapped around curse words. If he got any more attractive, she was likely to drown in her own arousal. Pulling her mouth off of him with a wet popping sound, she slid her tongue along the underside of him, letting her hand move from his balls to his thigh. With her hand out of the way now, she teased her tongue over the sensitive flesh of his balls, eyes flicking up to his face. She was just tormenting him now, she knew, but that was the whole point, after all.
Carr shuddered, able to smell her arousal in the air, the musky scent of her. “Christ, you smell good,” he groaned huskily, shifting his feet wider apart, stroking his hand down to the nape of her neck, gently petting her. “So wet for me already, pet. Fucking love it.” She was torturing him, and he wasn’t sure which he wanted more - to let her keep going, or to pick her up and slam into her right now.
Sliding her hand away from his thigh and in between hers, she groaned a little against him, shifting to take him in her mouth again for a few brief strokes while she teased herself a little. Wet didn't even begin to cover it. She'd been nearly dripping for him the second she'd seen him in the laundry room. Pulling off of him again, she smirked up at him. "All your fault," she whispered. "Teasing me with this big, hard cock."
Carr looked down, and growled when he saw what she was doing. Gripping her hair, he pulled gently, urging her to her feet, catching her mouth with his and kissing her hungrily as he backed her up against the wall. “You want it?” He murmured roughly, grabbing hold of her thighs and hoisting her up the wall, his cock pressing against her, almost pushing inside. “Beg me, pet,” he growled, kissing her throat. “C’mon.”
She gasped when he caught her hair and jerked her to her feet, her mouth instantly covered by his. Then he shoved her against the wall, and up it, his cock teasing so close to her cunt that she knew she could shift and force his dick inside of her easily. But he was too busy telling her to beg him. She gasped out as he kissed her throat, the muscles inside of her clenching eagerly. "Now I've got to beg?" she whispered, lips parted in a low groan. "Please, Carr," she breathed out. "Please give it to me? I want your cock so bad, baby, can't you feel me dripping?"
Carr rewarded her with a slow arch of his hips, pushing into her slowly. He groaned as she clenched around him, her tightness a shock no matter how many times they fucked. He pinned her wrists to the wall above her head, his hips the only thing supporting her weight, his body pressing hers tight against the tiles. “That’s it,” he murmured, nipping at Gio’s lower lip. “So fucking hot, love.”
Her head thunked lightly against the tile behind her, mouth still agape, a low growly sort of sound escaping her lips. Deliberately she tightened her muscles around him more, wanting this to be good for him. "Carr," she whimpered, biting her lower lip through another low groan, her fingers pressing in against her palms, nails digging into her own skin. "God, your cock, fuck yes," she hissed.
Carr released his hold on her hands, loosening it enough that she slid down the wall a little, further onto his cock. “That’s it love,” he groaned, flexing his hips slowly, shuddering at the feel of her around him, hot and tight. “Mmmm, think I’m liking this birthday,” he murmured, grinning as he ducked his head, mouthing at her throat. He bit gently, not enough to break skin, just enough to sting.
"Ju-just liking it?" she breathed, managing to be a little cocky while filled up with his cock. It wasn't an easy task, mind you. She groaned as his teeth pressed into her skin, the sting of pain just heightening the pleasure. "Fuck, yes," she breathed, her body arching as best it could while he was still holding her in place. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard against his skin. Winding her legs tighter around his body, she did her best to use her leg muscles to pull him against her, wanting him to sink further inside of her.
Carr growled, hips snapping forward as her legs tightened around him, pushing deeper into her. “More than like,” he breathed roughly. “Best birthday in a long time, love.” He kissed his way up her throat, her jaw, covering her mouth with his and kissing her fiercely. His hands moved down to her hips, pinning her against the wall as he fucked her hard, his hips driving into her again and again.
She was going to have bruises, no doubt, in the shape of his fingertips, pressed in against her hips. She didn't give a fuck, however, not when he felt so damned good. Not when he filled her up so perfectly. Gio groaned against his lips, eyes closing as he drove into her. She would have spoke if she could, but she'd lost the ability to form coherent sentences.
He was close, the clench of her muscles around his cock almost too much, too good. Groaning her name, he buried his face against her throat, biting down hard as he jerked against her, spilling deep inside of her. His fingers slowly uncurled, loosening the tight grip on her hips as Carr pulled out, with a low hiss.
She gasped as he spilled inside of her, her muscles clamping down instantly, her own climax shooting through her unexpectedly. She whined when he pulled out, her head falling back against the tiles once more as she tried desperately to regain her ability to breathe. She couldn't speak for a moment, her muscles twitching against the emptiness that seemed to fill her.
Carr slumped against her, a soft grumbling groan of appreciation as he nuzzled her throat. “Mmmm, happy birthday to me,” he said, chuckling softly. He managed to stand upright, finishing his shower quickly, in between groping and caressing Gio. He was hungry now, having worked up an appetite between work, and fucking his girlfriend.
Gio was in a dizzy sort of a haze for the rest of the shower, barely managing to stay on her feet as she showered for the second time that evening. Once that was done, she dried her hair with a towel and pulled it back into a ponytail. Slipping back into her dress but foregoing shoes because she just couldn't be bothered. While Carr finished showering and getting dressed, she went downstairs to get their plates made. By the time he entered the dining room, his place was set and she was just coming into the room with a beer in hand. Flashing a grin at him, she sat it in front of his plate and stole a kiss from him. "Mmm," she murmured. "I think that you're going to have to say hello like that every night," she teased.
Carr had dried himself quickly, tugging on clean jeans and a tshirt before coming back downstairs. He’d seen the dress Gio had been wearing when he’d come in - he wasn’t going to change into a suit just to eat dinner, but at least he could to a little bit of effort. He smiled down at Gio, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her back more deeply, nipping gently at her lower lip. “Oh, think I can manage that,” he murmured, releasing her to sit down at the table, taking a sip of his beer. “This smells amazing, love,” he said enthusiastically, stomach growling softly. God, he was hungry.
Her dress wasn't that fancy, she just wanted to impress him a little. She really didn't care if he'd come down naked, but it was sweet that he put in a little effort, getting all clean and nice smelling. "Dig in," she murmured. "I'll give you dessert if you finish all your food," she teased, stealing another little kiss from him before moving to sit down at her own chair.
Carr grinned. “Like I need the incentive,” he pointed out, taking a bite of food and groaning approvingly. “God, Gio, this is incredible.” She’d done it, now. He knew she could cook amazingly. “...are you going to slap me if I ask what it is?” He asked, looking a little sheepish. Yeah, Carr hadn’t had meatloaf before. It just wasn’t something people made in Scotland, and well, he’d spent most of his time in the States eating diner food and take out.
She arched a brow at him, finishing the bit she was eating before replying. "Meatloaf," she told him. "At least a version of it. An Italian version. I figured you'd like it because honestly all it is is meat and some cheese," she smiled. "But I'm glad you like it, even though I've never met anyone who didn't know what meatloaf was," she grinned. It was nice to know that he approved of her cooking. She couldn't help but feel a little smug about it.
“I definitely like,” Carr murmured, taking another big mouthful to prove his point. He shrugged, smiling once he’d swallowed. “It’s sort of like haggis?” He said, trying to explain. “But aye, not something we have in the UK.” He’d heard of meatloaf, this just wasn’t what he’d imagined. It was better. “To be honest, I don’t care what it is. Just as long as you promise to make it for me again sometime,” he teased.
Gio grinned at him and took another bite from her own plate. Okay, she felt a little smug because he liked her cooking. "Guess you didn't do so bad for yourself when you picked your mate, huh?" she teased, picking up her beer bottle and taking a long sip, eyes on him as she sat the bottle down again.
“Guess not,” he murmured in reply, smirking a little at her. Knees spread wide under the table, he nudged her foot with his, not having bothered to put on socks or shoes after his shower. Or underwear, for that matter. “Great body and a great cook...I suppose I’ll just have to keep you, won’t I?” He teased, taking a gulp of his beer.
She smiled again, letting her toes gently brush over his. "Great body, huh?" she murmured. "You'll have to keep telling me about my great body. Give me a giant ego." Not that she needed more of an ego because she knew she was an attractive woman. It was still nice to hear that someone else thought it, especially when that someone else had a great body of his own.
“Oh I’ll spend all evening showing you what a great body you’ve got,” Carr promised, smirking evilly. “I’ve got plans, sweetheart. And they involve you, me, and that massive mirror in your walk-in closet.” Because yeah, he’d gone in there looking for her, and gotten ideas as soon as he’d spotted it.
She couldn't help but smirk a little at those words, that promise. Biting her lower lip, she arched a brow slightly. "Plans, huh?" she asked. "And just what sorts of plans do you have, Mr. Wallace?" she asked.
“Surprise ones,” he teased, his gaze slipping down to her mouth, to the way she bit her lower lip. And now he was having flashbacks of the shower, her mouth wrapped around his cock. He swallowed hard, shifting a little in his seat as he forced his attention back to his dinner.
"Surprises?" she said, pouting a little, though she really didn't mind. She liked his surprises. Carr had a way of making everything deliciously sexy and he could surprise her all he wanted. She took a few more bites from her plate, glad she'd not dished out a lot of food for herself. Washing down her last bite with her beer, she stood up from the table and kissed Carr's cheek. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth," she murmured. "Meet you in closet?"
Carr looked at her, mouth full. And then swallowed thickly. “Yeah, I uh..yeah.” He shoved the plate into the fridge - he could eat the rest of his dinner later - and headed upstairs to show Gio just exactly what he’d been thinking about, all bloody day.