RPF (actor), Michael C. Hall/Jennifer Carpenter, inappropriate
“Oh god, we are so going to hell.”
Michael’s teeth set deeper into her nipple and she arched into his mouth, groaning. “Fuck, more of that.”
He tugged lightly, twisted his thumb hard over her clit and let her writhe up into his hands. “Why, you don’t think sex with your brother is hot?”
She whacked the side of his head, and he forced her thigh hard up against her chest in retaliation. “Don’t say things like that. Christ, Mike, when you’re in bed with me you’re not my fucking brother, man.”
He muffled his laughter against her stomach, and she clawed nails into the muscle of his shoulder just to feel the way her hands slipped against the sweat. She was so skinny, so lithe and thin and bony and he loved the flex of her leg tight against his shoulder as he held her open for him. “I dunno, Deb’s kind of hot. You could wear the hooker uniform.” He ground down, sliding his cock against her just to enjoy the slick and the way she pressed up into him for more.
“Ugh, stop talking. And hurry the hell up, I’m going to sleep here.”
“Bitch,” he said affectionately, biting into her lower lip then slamming hard up inside her. She winced and he drew back, gentler on the next thrust. The headboard made for great leverage, so he braced himself against it, let his hips follow her rhythm. Jen loved rough and fast, always had, and he loved it when she came apart for him, all mumbled out curses and sexy little grunts when he got the angle right. Another advantage of the headboard was that it made for some space between their bodies, and he could feel her hand graze his cock as she fingered herself, pressed herself up and back at him and growled out demands for faster, more.
She came all gripping heat and wet, and he didn’t even try to hold back on the snap of his hips as he forced himself deeper, pushed into that sweet, sweet clench. “Fuck, Jen,” mumbled into her shoulder and he let himself go, rode the feeling of her around him as he came.
After he propped himself up on his elbows above her, softer but still inside. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “Dex is meticulous in bed. He doesn’t go in for rough much.”
Jen dissolved into grudging laughter beneath him, and he could feel it through his whole body, sexy little shivers against his cock. “I hate you,” she said. “I hate you so, so much. You are never getting laid again.”
“You don’t hate me. You love it when I do this,” and he slid down her body, pushed her thighs wide enough for his shoulders, held her open and licked at the taste of them together. She shuddered above him when he teased his tongue broad over her sensitive clit.
“Oh Jesus Mike, that’s good.” Her eyes closed and he could feel the tension drain from her muscles as he nuzzled deeper into the scent of her.
He had to pull back to talk. “Dex thinks so too.”
It was totally an accident when she kicked him in the head.