Beatrice Rodríguez (busybea_) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-09-15 20:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [09] september, beatrice rodríguez, eliot garcia |
Who: Bea Rodríguez and Pikachu Garcia
Where: Bea and Dani's duplex
What: post speed dating hookup
When: [backdated] September 1st, 6:30ish
After taking her first motorcycle ride in her whole life, Bea’s blood was pumping with adrenaline. Not that it hadn’t been at the Bar, because Pikachu was cute and she liked the way they’d both skipped the smalltalk nonsense and gotten straight to it, but she was even more anxious to get him inside the house now. Bea grabbed his hand and led him inside, grinning once she had the front door closed behind them. She paused to take her shoes off and then she was leading him again through the duplex and upstairs to her bedroom. “For the record, just because I don’t like smalltalk doesn’t mean I want to skip foreplay.” “I’m cool with foreplay.” Pikachu had taken his shoes off downstairs too, so his feet padded softly against the stairs as he followed Bea up to her room. It was a long way from hooking up in the back of an RV, but he couldn’t really say he minded the fact that they all had houses now. There was a lot more room in a real bed, for one thing. Once the door clicked shut behind them, he pulled Bea in close, letting his hands slide to down to finally grab the ass that looked so out of this world in those little red shorts. “Why rush, right?” he added, before lowering his head to kiss her. Bea could think of situations when she didn’t like to wait at all, but right now she was happy to let this unfold as it did. They were just getting to know each other and the unknown was exciting. Moaning against his mouth, a hand snaked its way around his waist, pulling herself closer to him. He was kind of skinny but he felt solid… once she got his clothes off she’d do a more thorough inspection of what she was working with. Pulling back from the kiss, she gave his ass a squeeze as well and grinned. “Bed?” “Bed is good.” Pikachu returned Bea’s grin and took a few steps in that direction, tugging her along with him. Then he thought better of it, judging that this was definitely a moment that called for something a little more drastic. He scooped Bea up for the last foot or so to the bed instead, and kissed her again before depositing her onto the mattress. She laughed as she landed on the mattress and brushed some hair out of her face before looking up at him, a curious look on her face as she waited for him to make his next move. It was a hell of a sight to see her all stretched out like that, soft-looking and watching him. Pikachu made an appreciative sound and stripped his t-shirt off over his head with a practiced motion. “Damn, you're sexy.” “You’re easy on the eyes too,” she said, pushing herself up so she could trace the lines of his newly exposed stomach. Lean but muscular, just like she’d thought. She’d never had a preference on body types. Pikachu was hot and that was all that really mattered. “Did you want to fuck me when I first sat down across from you?” She teased, moving fingers down to play with the button of his jeans. One knee on the bed to follow her onto it, Pikachu stilled at her touch. “Or was it my great conversational skills that won you over?” The exact moment didn’t matter much because he was obviously already in her bed, but dirty talk was pretty fun. And sex should be fun, right? That was Bea’s life philosophy anyway. “You do make a helluva first impression.” If he had to guess, Pikachu figured she probably knew that, too. Not that there was a damn thing wrong with being confident. He was pretty into it. Shifting the rest of the way up the bed, he ducked his head so his mouth found the curve of Bea’s neck. His hand skimmed up her side from her hip to cup her breast through the fabric of her shirt, causing Bea to arch her back, pushing her chest into his hands, as she let out a breathy sigh. As his lips trailed along her skin, he paused to add, “But I'm pretty sure the first time I really thought about fucking you was the moment you said I should ask you anything I wanted. I like bold.” “Yeah? Does that mean there were other questions you really wanted to ask me? You can still ask me anything,” she said, a hand going to Pikachu’s back, nails raking up and down his sides. He shivered, just slightly, in response. “You don’t have to be polite this time,” she smirked. “Hmmm.” The sound vibrated against the skin beneath his mouth. Pikachu drew tight circles around Bea’s nipple with his thumb, waiting until it responded to his attention before moving onto the other one. “Some of these clothes are gonna have to go, soon. But -- favorite position?” “This shirt definitely needs to go,” she agreed, feeling her nipple harden at his touch. “Though I was kinda seeing how far you'd undress before you realized I was still clothed.” Pikachu made a wordless noise of half-hearted protest. She laughed, then added, “I like you on top, I like me on top, I like sitting with you kneeling in front of me with your face between my legs. Whatever really. Sometimes from behind, if I want it fast and hard,” her finger continuing to trail along his skin as her hips gently rocked up into his. “Any of that sound good?” “Oh, god, all of the above,” Pikachu replied, his voice half groan. Not like he was going to hide -- or could hide -- the way Bea’s list got a rise out of him. Hard to say at that moment which option he liked the sound of most, especially considering that little rolling thing she did with her hips was distracting him in the best way possible. He eased back, helping Bea to sit up so they could get that shirt off once and for all. It had this tiny, frustrating little button on the back of her collar that slipped out of his grasp twice before he finally popped it through the loop holding it in place. “Finally,” Pikachu muttered, with a low chuckle. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, but that button didn’t have to come undone for me to take the shirt off,” Bea said, biting her lip to hold back a laugh. But he’d been so determined and it was pretty sweet how he wasn’t letting his eagerness overtake his common sense to destroy her shirt in the process. “What, really?” Pikachu tore his eyes away from Bea with difficulty to look down at the shirt in his hands with a frown. If they hadn’t been in the middle of something, he might’ve investigated her claim further, but the important thing was he’d gotten the fucking this off in the end. With a little shake of his head, he let the top drop out of his hands and onto the floor. Moving a bit further back, she swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood, working on taking off her shorts. She was definitely still enjoying the slow burn of it all, but the time for less clothing had come. A few moments later her red shorts joined the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor, leaving her in mismatched undergarments. (It was the zombie apocalypse, what was a girl to do?) Looking back at Pikachu, his growing arousal wasn’t difficult to miss, and closing the gap between them again, Bea stood in front of him grinning. “Your pants are looking a little uncomfortable. Need some help?” It took a moment for Pikachu to answer. His brain had short-circuited or something at the sight of Bea in her underwear. It was the kind of image that demanded a moment of silent appreciation. Then, looking up at her with a slow blink as his mind started firing on all cylinders again, Pikachu returned the grin. “Hell yeah, I'll take any help you're offering. C’mere.” Though she wasn't even out of arm’s reach, he reached for Bea, angling his hips toward her so she could reach the fastening on his jeans. And yeah, he was more than ready to be out of them. It didn’t take long to unbutton, unzip and pull the pants off, making sure her hands accidentally grazed certain areas as she did just to keep things interesting. Until his dick was inside her, the foreplay would continue. Then, in another bold move that she thought Pikachu would appreciate, Bea moved to straddle his hips, pressing herself firmly down against his erection. “So... Any other questions for me?” She asked casually, as if his dick wasn’t pressing against the center of her nearly-ruined panties, already driving her absolutely crazy. Groaning softly, Pikachu shifted up against Bea. Swear to god her could feel how wet she was even through the last layers separating them. He slid his hands down the smooth plane of her back until he could cup her ass again, lifting her just slightly to resettle atop him. Even the slight friction from that movement was dizzying. “Honest to god, Bea, I’m not even sure I can remember my own name with you sitting on me like this.” He leaned in to capture her mouth with his, and brought one hand up to her bra clasp. Now this he could handle. A twist of his fingers and the hooks came free. Bea kissed him back, maneuvering just enough to help him get her bra off, then leaned back in to press her breasts against the warm skin of his chest. The delayed buildup made it feel all the more satisfying, her stomach clenching and flip-flopping every time she pressed down against his erection and heard him groan in response. By the time she pulled back, her breathing was heavy and she knew for a fact that her underwear was toast. But all the better reason for Pikachu to take them off of her. “I’m going to get a condom. Take your boxers off.” It took just seconds for Pikachu to follow Bea’s instructions, hopping off the bed to shed his boxers. He tipped his head as he did so, taking full advantage of the opportunity to get another glimpse of the back of her. Before she could return, he stepped in close behind Bea, pressing the hard line of him against her body. One arm wrapped around her, his fingertips tracing the curve under her breast. The other hand lay flat on her stomach, dipping lower to go beneath the elastic waist of her panties. Bea nearly dropped the condom in surprise, but she quickly got over the shock of his hands suddenly being in her panties and moaned out, her head dropping back to rest on his shoulder. Eyes closed and pressing her ass back into his dick, she said, “For the record, you’re nailing the foreplay. I’m so fucking wet right now. Did you decide how you want to fuck me yet?” “I can feel how wet you are.” Pikachu’s fingers slid through her damp heat to brush against her clit, then circled it with a little more pressure. Bea let out a long throaty moan, the brief amount of relief to all this sexual tension already feeling so damn good. Just the idea of burying his cock inside her had been enough to shorten Pikachu’s breath, but the sound she made when he touched her took all his air away. “I want the chance to taste you,” he decided, using that free hand to gently pinch Bea’s nipple. “Then I want you on my lap again, for real this time. Sound good? If you've got a different idea, I’m not gonna shoot it down.” It took a lot of willpower to pull away from his touch, especially when it was getting so good, but she did and turned to face him. Her cheeks were flush and her nipple hard with arousal, giving her an already disheveled look though they'd barely just begun. Standing on her tippy toes, she pulled him in for a hard kiss before leading them back towards the bed. “Like I'm going to say no to any of that,” she smirked, perching herself on the edge of the bed and letting her legs fall open, leaving no more questions about the state of her arousal. “Let's see what you've got,” she teased. Now there was a sight. Grinning with obvious enjoyment, Pikachu knelt by the bed dragging his forefinger along the telltale damp spot in Bea’s panties, earning another moan from her. “First thing, these have got to go.” He hooked the waist of her underwear and started to tug the garment off. As Bea lifted her hips to make the job easier, he spotted a small splotch -- a birthmark, he thought, or a bruise -- on one. But no, that was a hickey. Pikachu knew one when he saw it. “Hmmm.” Running a tongue across the love bite, he gently sucked a second one beside it. “Twins.” A hand moved down, fingers running over his short hair, but didn’t find much to grab. It didn’t matter though because pushing her hips up against his mouth was just as good. It wasn’t until he said “twins” that she really paused to think about anything other than the feel of his lips on her skin. “What?” She asked with confusion, looking down at Pikachu between her legs (fuck, that was a nice sight to see) before her eyes landed on the two hickeys on her hip. Laughing now she bit her lip and said, “Oh, that. A game of twister got a little out of hand last night with my friends.” ‘Out of hand’ was pretty vague, but Pikachu’s imagination could fill in the rest -- and it was hot. He couldn't help the soft, appreciative noise that escaped him at the mental picture of Bea and her friends turning a game of twister into a hook up. “Nice.” He glanced up at her with a smirk, before moving on from the hickeys and trailing kisses as his head dipped lower, between her thighs. With one hand he spread her folds in order to finally swipe his tongue across her clit. “You taste so fucking good,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck,” Bea groaned out, her head falling back as her elbows wobbled, doing their best to brace her into sitting upright. While it was true that she’d gotten her fair share of action the night before -- something Pikachu seemed to approve of and she’d have to touch on that again in a moment -- her body was already again wound so tight, seeking relief. Inhaling shakily, she asked, “You think? You like the mental images of me and three other girls? We were playing strip twister but eventually we forgot the game and just wanted to be naked and hook up. My friend Kitty and I have done stuff before but it was the first time I’d done anything with my other two friends.” In her experience, guys loved the idea of girls together, and her words were purposefully exploiting that, hoping Pikachu would be just as affected by that imagery. Hell, it was affecting her all over again. If Pikachu didn’t find it hot, something was seriously wrong with him. With her fingertips grazing his short, spiky hair, she moved her eyes back down to look at him, the pupils blown out with arousal. “It was fun but I can’t wait to have your cock in me. You know, after you finish up down there,” she smirked. Hard as he'd been already, Bea’s description of what she and her friends got up to the night before had Pikachu aching, so turned on he was practically panting while he went down on her. Bea responded in kind to every lick and twirl of his tongue sending her into a frenzy. It wasn’t long until her elbows gave way and she fell back onto the bed. She was just about to come when he gave her clit one, final swirl with his tongue, then sat back, looking up to meet her gaze. “What the hell isn't to like about the picture of you with three other girls?” he asked, stroking his finger in teasing circles around her entrance. Every so often he dipped just the tip in before pulling back out again, and that little touch alone was enough to send a jolt straight to his cock. He groaned. “I'm so fucking ready to be in you, though. Is that condom nearby?” Releasing her grip from the comforter, she felt around until her fingers made contact with the foil wrapper. “Here,” she said, pushing herself to sit back up then held it out to him. In the shuffle of him getting up off the floor, she caught sight of something. “Hold on a sec… Much as I want your dick inside me what is that?” She asked, grabbing him by the hip and twisting around to look at his butt. “Is that a tattoo of pikachu? On your ass?” Pikachu laughed, letting Bea manhandle him. His tattoo was such a staple of Dog Park lore that it was easy to forget that there were people out there who had no idea it even existed. Or that spotting it on his ass might be a little startling. He fiddled with opening the condom wrapper, back still to Bea so she could see the ink in its full yellow and black glory. “Yeah. Now you know why they call me Pikachu,” he said. “And it's not just because I'm electrifying in the sack.” Bea laughed in response but it wasn’t as if she could dispute it. She might not have used the term ‘electrifying’ but she was definitely turned on. The foil finally came open and he pulled the package apart, but stopped short of actually taking out the condom. For the moment. Instead he glanced back over his shoulder at Bea and raised an eyebrow. “It's kind of a long story, but it involves a whole lot of drinking.” “You can tell me after you make me come.” “Deal.” Leaving it at that, at least for now, Pikachu finished rolling on the condom. He turned back around, pulling Bea in for another kiss, hand slipping between her legs for one more quick caress. “Still good?” “Yeah, we’re still good,” Bea grinned, moving up to her knees and patting the bed beside her. He’d wanted her on top after all, and once he’d joined her on the bed, she quickly moved to straddle his hips but not moving to take his cock inside her just yet. “Do the girls normally call you Pikachu in bed or is there another name I should be moaning out?” Having her sitting on him like that made Pikachu’s breath hitch. God, she felt so good. He couldn't help but relocate his hands back down to Bea’s ass so he could shift up, just a bit, to press against her. The movement made him let out a soft hiss of pleasure. “Now that you mention it, I get a lot of them calling me ‘baby.’” Pikachu shrugged. It was probably easier for the bitches to keep from calling someone by the wrong name that way. He didn't take it personal. “My real name’s Eliot, but you can go for whatever -- you're the boss.” Bea rocked her hips against him, her center gliding easily across his cock with how wet she was. “Mmm, you’re no baby. You’re a man. So Eliot it is,” she said, lifting up and reaching between them to finally position his cock at her entrance. Her other hand rested on his chest, bracing herself and helping her keep her balance, nails digging in just slightly. Pikachu inhaled sharply, muscles tense as he waited for her next move. “I’m the boss,” she echoed back with a moan, moving her hips down and taking him inside her. Fucking finally. “You feel so good, Eliot.” That moment of being buried in Bea at last was the best damn feeling there was. She was tight around him, turning that aching need into something better. With his hands still on her backside, Pikachu lifted his hips to press a little deeper into her, and let out another wordless sound of pleasure. “Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “You do too. So good.” Bea probably should have tried to make this last longer, taken it slower as she rocked against him, but he felt too damn good and the way his mouth had worked her pussy had her way too worked up to delay the inevitable. Still rocking her hips down against him, she reached back to grab one of the hands on her ass and moved it between her thighs. “I’m getting close already,” she said shakily. “Good,” Pikachu replied, with a breathy laugh. As Bea came down he thrust up into her, his thumb making circles over her clit at the same time. They set into a good rhythm that way and, truthfully, he wasn't too far either. Especially if they didn't slow down. “You a screamer, or the silent type?” He bit his lip, watching the pleasure build in her face as they moved together. “C’mon for me, Bea.” Bea’s breathing grew heavier with each movement of her hips, moans escaping every time his cock hit her just right. Nails digging in harder, she said, “I can be loud for you. Say your name when I come so you know that I know who’s getting me off--” she bit her lip and squeezed eyes shut, feeling herself right on the edge. “You want that? Eliot--Tell me what you want.” Oh, fuck. Just like that, with a jolt from her words, Pikachu was suddenly holding himself back. His one hand shifted, tightening on Bea’s hip while the other continued to work her clit. It was all he could do to form semi-coherent words and say, “God, Bea. Yes. Do it.” That was all it took for her and she tensed on top of him, her climax overwhelming her. “Eliot, oh my God, just like that,” she moaned out, purposefully louder than she might normally have been, playing into his request, though by no means were her words forced. “You fuck me so good. Now you-- Please, Eliot, come.” “Oh, fuck yes. Don’t stop, Bea.” Pikachu came, hard, the muscles in his body tensing as the pleasure swept through him. When it ebbed at last, he gave a short, breathy laugh and slumped forward to rest his forehead against Bea’s shoulder. His arms linked loosely around her waist. “You were good. Real good.” Turning his head, he pressed a soft kiss into the crook of her neck before he sat upright again. “This speed dating thing turned out better than I could’ve imagined.” “I think it worked in both our favor,” Bea said, giving one last lazy twist of her hips before pulling herself off him and sitting next to him on the bed. Her legs felt a bit like jelly after being on top of him, but she was kind of looking forward to that day-after-sex soreness she was bound to have. “Do you have to go right away? Or we could have a snack and go for round two.” Pikachu nodded. “I can stay. Especially if there's more where that came from.” The chill relaxation of the afterglow was starting to kick in, and he gave a Bea a slow grin. “Guess I'd better clean up and put on some pants, though, if we’re gonna have to leave the room for that snack.” With a soft laugh, he reached over to squeeze her knee before getting up off the bed. He glanced over his shoulder, knowing his tattoo was once again visible, even if he couldn't see it. “I think I owe you the story of Pikachu, too.” “Oh, I haven’t forgotten,” Bea grinned. And although the idea of Dani finding them naked in the kitchen was an amusing one, Bea pushed herself off the bed and pulled on her panties and an oversized shirt -- she’d walked around in worse at home -- ready to go downstairs. After Pikachu was adequately dressed as well, she grabbed his hand and began to lead him out of the room and off to their snacks. They were going to need their strength because Bea was nowhere near done with him just yet. |