Re: Heroes, Simone Deveaux/Peter Petrelli, bad idea - 2/2
"Do you want to?"
"Oh, hell yeah," she says, laughing a little, and he feels the vibration all the way through him. "You think I'd do this if I wasn't into it? I'm so into this."
"You are?" Peter says, turning his head against the mattress as much as he can to look at her. She nips at his ear. She's flushed, eyes dancing as she smiles at him.
"Yes, Peter. You look fucking hot when you're getting fucked." She rocks her hips into his ass and he shudders because, holy shit, his dick feels like it just got twice as hard. He pushes back into her and her hand fastens on his hip. Her nipples drag against his skin as she shifts to bite along his jaw.
"Or," he pants, "we could just do this." He moves his hand back and finds her clit, and she grinds into it, moving up and sliding wetness along his wrist.
"Wait, wait, no," she pants and pulls away, "I want to fuck you first, okay?"
"Okay," he says. Because yes, anything.
She's not as gentle this time, pushing straight in and the lube is cold. It makes him gasp and jerk, forcing him onto her finger a little more. He hears Simone breathe out sharply. He pulls forward a little, then pushes back again, and she moans.
"Get up on your knees." He struggles up unsteadily. He wants more, tries to push back, get her to fuck him harder. She pulls her finger out and then pushes it against his hole, just the tip going in and out over and over and he knows she's trying to open him for more. He gets lost in how good it feels.
"How many is that?" He asks a little later. He has no idea, just that it feels good, really really good.
"Still just one," she says, pushing at a slightly different angle and--
"God, God! Keep going or, do that again... Aaah!" He yells as she hits that spot again, harder this time and it's almost too much, but he needs it again. And Simone gives it to him, finding the spot with her fingers -- finger -- and rubbing over it until he's quivering and dripping precum all over the sheets.
"Do you want another?" She asks, pulling back to stroke around his opening.
"Yeah, Simone, please."
It hurts a little going in but that's good, it pulls him back from the edge and he feels so good, he feels wet and sloppy and exposed. And the way Simone leans over him, puts her arm around him, holding him close. This is the most intimate he's ever felt with anyone.
Her hand on his belly tickles and he squirms, trying to get away from it, and Simone screws harder into him with her fingers. The combined sensations make him dizzy, and he puts his head down in the mattress, his ass stuck up in the air.
"Oh yeah," Simone says, voice rough. "Gotta do this more often." And then her hand is on his cock, fingers driving into his prostate, and he cums sobbing out her name and clenching on her fingers.
He comes to face-down on the bed. His face feels wet and raw. His ass hurts a little, but in a good way. He looks over and Simone is next to him on her back, still watching him -- God, she saw all that -- and her hand between her legs, stroking slowly, slowly. He levers himself up with an effort and covers her hand with his, feeling the the wetness between her fingers. Her breath catches. She's using her left hand instead of her right, because her right hand was up his ass. He moans and bends his head, licks her, her fingers, her cunt, the curls of hair springy and soaked with her scent, salty and rich and good. He touches her thighs and tongues her harder as she undulates under him.
"Yeah, Peter," she breathes, like she's been turned on for so long, because she has, and it's only moments before she arches up, her hands pulling in his hair, keeping him on her as she cums and he licks and sucks, feeling like he could do this forever. She pulls him up when she's had enough and he lies on top of her as she shivers through the aftershocks.
"I'm so glad you're here," Simone whispers to him, their hearts still beating double-time, counterpoint to each other. The cold is creeping back into him now. The knowledge that he has to go soon, go back to the future. But he pulls up the blankets and wraps his arms around her. If this is all they have left, he'll make the most of it.