fierce appetites
Characters: Autumn and Jim Setting: room 42 nsfw
Despite the chaos of the morning so far, there was a smile on Jim’s face as he made his way around the farm towards his old room. His bare feet still protested against the cold but he had slung a towel around his shoulders to keep the worst of the chill off and there was even a slight spring in his step as he walked, his more than pleasant exchange with Autumn on the journals and the discovery his new room was directly next to the workshop more than enough to keep his mood buoyant. Arriving outside 42, he rapped his knuckles against the wood before announcing in a sing-song voice “Avon calling!”
Autumn giggled and bounded for the door, also in a surprisingly bouncy mood. She'd been having a lot of fun flirting with Jim over the journals. That, plus she actually was a huge fan of boy-scent, and this room had it in spades. She'd enjoyed looking through his clothes, too. In the end, she'd chosen a soft looking flannel, and put that over her nightie, always loving just how a man's shirt looked on a woman. There was something about it that was inherently hot. She'd combed her hair but it still had a little bit of a wild look to it.
When she opened the door, she leaned provocatively in the doorway, even gazing up at him through her eyelashes. "Ooh. Avon. I hope you've got time, Mr. Sales Representative, because I am in desperate need of your products." she played along.
Whatever Jim might’ve been expecting from his room’s new occupant, the sight of her standing there in his shirt with vaguely come to bed eyes and hair doing something that definitely qualified as sexy had definitely not been in it and given that it had been an awfully long time since he’d gotten to see a woman like that, for a moment he was stunned into silence. Not a very long moment granted but given his propensity for talking, the fact she managed to render him mute even for a few seconds was testament to the impact her reveal had made.
“Well Miss, I have a wonderful selection with me if you’d allow me to come inside and give you a demonstration,” he said when he finally got his voice back, offering her a grin.
Oh it had been too long since she'd been able to pull something like this. It was too much fun. The change up, having been woken up at random and then given something to do right away that shook up her whole comfortable place seemed to have kicked in other things in Autumn. For today she wasn't thinking about Adam and Kyle's eternal drama, she wasn't thinking about facility things, or other people around her who all had massive issues. She was just rolling with the moment, living in it, and reacting accordingly. It was Autumn's natural instincts rising to the surface.
Apparently her natural instincts had her opening the door like a woman out of a seventies porn. And she caught that silence there--she reveled in it. She grinned back at him, then turned around slowly, gazing back at him over her shoulder as she headed into now her room, playing up the sway to her walk while she was at it. "I can't wait to see what you've got to offer." she told him in a playful voice.
Following her inside and shutting the door behind him, glad to be able to able to get out of the wind, Jim let the towel slide of his shoulders and dropped it on the chair. “Well hopefully I won’t disappoint you,” he said, adopting a slightly deeper voice than usual, unsure of how exactly he had managed to step into an 80s porno but more than happy to roll with it for the moment.
Oh, she liked the voice. Okay, she was definitely stepping into more dangerous territory, but part of her as thrilled with that. She turned back around after she got to the bed, dropping down onto it with a bounce. "I'm sure you won't." she told her. She kept her eyes on Jim, with a slow smile. "So, what've you got?" she asked, wondering if this was when he was going to drop this, or if they were going to keep playing.
He got about as far as saying “Well little lady...” before the sheer ridiculousness of the situation finally got to him and he started to laugh, an utterly undignified sound that started with a snort and only got worse. “Oh man, how is this even happening?” he said, letting himself fall back on the couch and the clothes that still lay scattered over it. “Are you actually even real or did I slip over on my way round here, bang my head and now I’m having a really strange coma fantasy with a disarmingly good looking woman in it?”
Autumn giggled, grinning up at him. She fell back, propping herself on her elbows. "I'm in a playful mood today?" she suggested. She also took a moment to really look over his chest. "Though the fantasy thing, that's sort of my deal. I tend to take those and make them come true as much as possible." she told him. She tilted her head to concentrate on his ink, then had to get up and walk over to him, dropping down onto the couch next to him to get a better look. "Oh my god you're a tapestry."
“Sounds like you’re in an interesting line of work if that’s your deal,” Jim said with a smile. “Though it’s kinda mine too now I think about it, I mean people come to me with an idea for something and I help them make it a reality so yeah, that’s a thing.” Then he found himself being looked at with a discerning eye and while he wasn’t a guy who cared about what he looked like and cared even less what other people thought he looked like, he was proud of his tattoo collection and happily turned round in his seat, twisting so more of his back was in view. “Well I never planned on being one but it turns out you can’t just get one tattoo - got my first at college and haven’t actually stopped.”
"I was a criminally high priced call girl." she shared. "Not a streetwalker or anything. Clients applied to get me on their arm. Diplomats, mobsters, government higher ups... People like that. Fantasy was my business..." she gave a fond sigh. Then she redirected herself to his tattoos, his enthusiasm endearing. "I love tattoos. They say so much about people! And you, sir, are a big interwoven masterpiece!" she complimented genuinely. "I love it. Which was your first?"
“I’d say that definitely qualifies as interesting,” he replied, looking back over his shoulder at her to flash another grin her way. “Sounds like you really loved it too and I mean, if you’ve got that...what’s the quote? ‘if you enjoy your job you never work a day in your life’?” Her compliment had him grinning further and he shook his head a little. “You’re too kind really. I mean I love ‘em all but some of them aren’t exactly the best quality you know? The first though was this one and it’s held up pretty good even if it’s not the most original of tattoos.” He gestured towards his left arm and the kanji for courage which sat on the inside of his wrist.
"Oh I did love it. I helped a lot of people, I saw incredible places, it was a fantastic life." she smiled. "and I miss it. Today, obviously I'm missing men and fantasy play." she admitted. Then she winked. "You were doing just fine with it." she assured him.
She looked at his first design when he indicated where it was. It had her leaning ever so slightly against his bare shoulder. "Quality of ink doesn't always matter in my book. It's what's behind it that matters. What it means for the individual. Plus sometimes the weathered tattoo look can be sexy as hell. You certainly wear yours well."
“Well that’s gratifying to know, kind of felt like I should’ve had some retro facial hair going on to really sell it though,” Jim said, reaching up to run a hand over the coarse stubble on his face, figuring he should probably shave at some point or just go for the plunge and actually let something grow in. When she leaned against him however, his thoughts derailed again for a second and what with being the tactile person he was and more than a little touch starved, all he found he could do was relax into it, his body wanting more of it before his brain even had a chance to give its thoughts on the matter. “You telling me I look weathered and that’s a good thing?” he asked with a chuckle. “There was me thinking I’m just look old.”
Shaking her head, Autumn made a little negative sound, but it wasn't a full articulation. Her eyes were still on his various ink, and she couldn't help but reach out and trace her fingernails over some of the lines, very lightly. "Stubble suits you, if you wanted my opinion, and weathered--it's a very good thing. Sometimes, people spend just a little too much time trying to polish themselves. Sometimes they wind up wiping clean the uniqueness that makes them who they are, or what they've carried with them in life. You've got a ton of it mapped out on your skin. I appreciate that. I always like what sets a person apart."
The touching was definitely throwing him a little but he was enjoying it far too much to even think about asking her to stop, goosebumps springing up in the wake of her nails. “Unpolished is me in a nutshell,” he said, offering her a crooked smile. “I’ve always been too busy doing other stuff to care about what I look like, I mean all that matters is these..” He waved his hands a little to demonstrate then tapped the side of his skull. “...and this. Ink’s the one exception to that and even that’s less about the visual and more about marking stuff that’s important. My tats are for me, not anyone else. Well that’s not entirely true, a couple are about other people as well.”
"I love it." Autumn said, still tracing upwards on his arm to his shoulder, then she gave a gentle push. "Let me get a full shot of your back again." she gave a soft little demand. She might have suggested he just lay down on the bed, because that would make it all easier, of course, but she didn't want to interrupt him talking about it all. Autumn loved listening to people explain themselves, loved learning how their world view was in regards to themselves. "Unpolished definitely suits you. Seems to really lend itself to you as a person." she added. "And I think there's really something to a person really knowing themselves and not worrying about what other people think. It just screams confidence, and you know what they say about confidence." she said, smiling. "What ones are about others? And tell me about your brain." she invited, since he'd indicated it.
Doing as he was told without protest, Jim settled into a comfortable position, elbows resting on his knees. “I dunno, what do they say about confidence?” he said, a slight teasing quality to his voice. He knew exactly what they said and while he wasn’t the type to fish for compliments, he kind of wanted to hear Autumn say it. At her question, he flexed his arm so his left shoulder moved back towards her, a silent encouragement for her to continue touching the ink if she wanted to. “Date I fell in love with my ex,” he explained. “Seemed more important than a proper anniversary and her family’s British, hence why the day’s first rather than the month and I got the sign for Scorpio on my hip for my daughter. Got that one soon as we found out Lisa was pregnant and sussed out the due date. Lucky for me, Molly arrived when she was supposed to.” He chuckled.
“As for my brain, what exactly would you like to know? There’s kind of a lot going on up there.”
Autumn had to grin when he asked the question. She couldn't resist leaning up against his back, however, and murmuring into his ear. "They say confidence is very sexy." Then, before he could react too much, she moved, shifting her own position to get a good look at his back, while still maintaining contact with him. For the tattoo on his arm, she reached up and put her hand right on him, using her thumb to brush across the design. "Wow, I love that. Most people go for the day they met someone, but the day you fall in love? That's...beautiful." she told him, honestly loving that sentiment. It was unique, and she appreciated it. "Can I see the Scorpio design?" she asked. "And pick something. Anything. First thing that comes to mind!" she put forth about his brain.
Having Autumn deliver so thoroughly, and really having her purr in his ear like that was a world of unfair but given he’d asked for it, he really wasn’t a position to complain. The talk about his tattoo made it easier to stop his thoughts going to the distinctly smutty place for the time being, an award winning feat in his mind given there was a stunning woman willingly plastered across his back and whispering to him, and his smile turned fond. “I have been occasionally been accused of having a romantic side,” he admitted, shifting forward and turning round so he could show the requested tattoo, hooking a thumb into the top of his pajama pants and tugging them down a couple of inches to reveal it. “It provides a nice contrast to the genius IQ. I may not look it but I’m possibly the smartest person you’ve met. There’s paperwork to prove it somewhere, probably the basement at my moms.”
"Having a romantic side is intensely sexy too," Autumn told him, leaning down to get a better look at his hip tat. She did it on purpose, the position similar to other activities, of course, and she was fully aware of that. Like she let her long hair fall across his side, to just tickle his skin a touch when she did it. She also was close enough to exhale across his skin, just a touch, just enough that he'd feel it but it could be accidental on her part. It just wasn't by a long shot. "I really like this." she shared with him, brushing her fingertips a little more firmly over that ink. Then she looked up at him, not really altering her position, again, something she knew would be reminiscent of other things. "Well, that's fascinating, you being a genius. I've only ever met one before in my life, and he was...let's say less well adjusted than I can already tell you are. So, awesome...you're just a full package, aren't you?"
“Are you sure I didn’t hit my head and fall into a really sexy coma dream?” Jim said, surprisingly calmly as far as he was concerned with all things considered. “‘Cause, and don’t think this is me complaining because I’m really not, you’ve got kind of significantly younger Mrs Robinson thing going on right now.” And if things carried on the way they were, a certain part of his anatomy was going to join in the proceedings very soon.
Autumn sat up, and looked at him, with a smile on her lips. "This is not a coma dream." she assured him. "And, I can stop, all you have to do is ask." she added in a clear, straightforward tone, because she was serious about that. If what she was up to was unwelcome, she was going to back right off in record time.
"I just don't want to." she continued. She got up and paced a little, though not in a manic sort of way, just in an excess energy type. "I'm in a great mood, I'm having a day where I'm not being dragged down by other people's drama, I get here and this room is awesome. I looked around and just knew whoever you were, you're fascinating. I couldn't wait to meet you, especially after our messages. And you get here, and--have you seen you? Or talked to you? Because you are a full package, you’re awesome," she said. "So, my engine's running. And I'm not used to shutting it back down once it's got a good purr going on. Also I'm a naturally touchy person and all that, just so you don't think everything here has been some sort of design to just get you into bed. That's not who I am. This is. baseline Autumn. I apologize if I'm being overwhelming or unwelcome." She stopped and looked down at him with a smile like honey. "I just go for what I want when I see it. I see absolutely no reason not to."
“Really wasn’t looking for you stop,” Jim replied, sitting back up as she moved away, his eyes not leaving her as she began to pace and has Autumn carried on talking he couldn’t help but smile and not just at the fact she was throwing compliments his way. “I’m certainly not looking to shut your engine down if you want to keep it running.” He paused then and reached out for her hand, wrapping calloused fingers against her soft ones. “And it is definitely not unwelcome.”
When he spoke, she watched his eyes, and she was happy when he took her hand. Stepping closer, she gazed down at him. "Chalk one up for the confidence to not hesitate, and pursuing desires." she said.
He grinned at that then gently tugged her down towards him. “Just one?” he enquired innocently thought the expression on his face was really anything but. “Does that mean I should try harder?”
Autumn went, and when she sat herself down, it was on his lap, facing him. "You could try harder," she told him with a slow nod. "I would, for my part, be quite intrigued to find out what you do when you put in the effort." she said. "I've shown you me in seduction mode, you show me yours?"
"Well I am all about making the effort," Jim grinned again, his hand that wasn't wrapped hers coming to a rest on top of Autumn's leg, immediately starting to trace small circles there with his thumb. "I don't know about seduction mode though unless that engine of yours appreciates pop culture references and engineering jargon. I tend to get by with enthusiasm and my rakish, boyish charm."
Smiling, she liked the feel of his touch on her thigh. "There's a lot to be said for enthusiasm." she assured him. "But my engine appreciates a lot of things, most currently, you. So you're already doing really well." she said, tone playful.
Already feeling at ease, he couldn’t help chuckling as Autumn went on, the tone of her voice making him want to respond in kind. “Good to know,” he said, thumb edging further up her leg towards the hem of her nightie which, as promised, looked stunning on her. “Though I’m certainly not averse to asking for a little direction either. I mean I’m in no way clueless but it’s been a while and no two people are the same and did I mention that you are like ridiculously hot as well as being funny and cute? ‘Cause I’m a fan of like, all of it.”
“Thank you!” she said genuinely. That made Autumn feel good, and she beamed at him for the compliments. She started to very slowly drift the backs of her fingertips up his chest. This, while she kept heavy eye contact up. Like she wasn't doing anything at all, just talking to him. "Mm. Direction. Well, we could always play." she told him. "Do you have any fantasies you never got to play out?"
If he hadn't already been captivated, that smile would have sealed the deal but Jim was well and truly ensnared and more than happy with the situation. He made no attempt to look away from her either, managing to keep his eyes open even as the trailing of her fingers teased a happy sounding hum from his lips. "Well I'm all about the playing," he replied, still grinning. "Mostly my fantasies involve fictional characters though and somehow I don't think you've got any costumes lying around..." His hand slid a little further up her leg and underneath the hem of her nightie. "...Or tucked away under here."
Her eyes lit up even more when he mentioned the fictional characters thing. "God, we'd better find something because I love roleplay." she told him. And it was true. Hell, it was why she'd been so fired up for the Masquerade, getting to play Firefly a little bit with Mazie. It was awesome. Over the years she'd done a whole lot of it, and she really enjoyed the simple escapism of it, it was very freeing. She glanced very briefly down at herself, his hand there, then she was looking back up to his eyes. "The first thing that comes to mind is Jessica Rabbit, but I suppose it'd be better if this had just a little more sparkle." she teased, leaning a little closer. "So what's our next move?" she asked, drifting her fingertips this time back past his shoulders to around his neck. There, she feather light spidered her fingernails, just to see if she could get a shiver.
"A schmoe like me would get eaten alive by Jessica Rabbit, how bout Wonder Woman on laundry day instead?" Jim suggested, his free hand coming up to stroke through her hair and god that was a sensation he had missed, the strands feeling like silk as they ran through his fingers. "I could definitely see you rock..." His words cut off abruptly as her nails brushed his neck and where he was all kinds of super sensitive there and it had been a long time since it'd gotten that kind of attention, more than the shiver she had hoped for, it sent a full blown shudder of the best possible sort rocking through him, his eyes fluttering closed.
Ooh. Not that he hadn't already had her attention, he most certainly had her entire focus, but that? That was nice. It got a sly smile out of her, even if he didn't see it. He even broke off mid sentence there, and that was just oh so very much fun. She kept up the action, leaning in a little closer. She tilted her head, so she could murmur in his ear. "...rock...?" she prompted, voice that soft little purr she loved to use on people.
Instinctively leaning into the touch, his grip on her leg tightening a fraction, he let out a pleased sounding hum at her continuing ministrations and it took him a moment to even register what she'd said. "Wha?" he replied in an impressive display of language skills before scraping together enough brain cells to remember what he'd been saying before and finish the sentence. "Oh yeah, rock that look. The red and blue costume, the golden lasso, I mean what's not to love?"
"Mm. And it works, because I do like to tie people up..." Autumn murmured, her breath ghosting against his skin, her lips brushing against his earlobe. She nuzzled lightly against the underside of his jaw, actually liking that rough feel of the stubble there. Just a little bit of that sometimes was absolutely the ticket. One of her hands drifted up into his hair, the other starting to drift lazily back over his shoulder and down his collarbone.
"Well that's just a happy coincidence isn't it?" Jim replied, trying and failing to suppress the shiver that her lips against his ear caused though why exactly he was bothering he wasn't sure. "'cause I'm a fan of getting tied up. I'm also a fan of like every thing you're doing right now and dear god you smell like really nice and I have so missed this. I mean after a while you sort of forget how much you miss it and then suddenly it's there and you're just like 'okay wow how have I gone so long without this?'. I mean I know I've been in prison for three and a half years so I didn't have a whole lot of choice in the matter but...I'm babbling, please feel free to tell me to shut up."
God, you're adorable crossed her mind but she didn't say. A lot of men took offense to implications of cuteness. So, instead she went with the other thing that immediately lept to mind. Which was getting a light grip on his hair to pull his head back just a little, as she reached up with her other hand to place it under his jaw so he couldn't move away right away. "How about I just shut you up, instead?" she posed, right before she kissed him. And it wasn't some light and fluffy kiss, either, it was a fully charged, passionate, intense kiss.
The physical equivalent of speechless from him, and Autumn had to smile into the kiss as it happened. Then he managed to respond, and she was still going for it with abandon. It was just what she'd been looking for this morning, a charge through her right to the core. There was something about this kind of thing, just going for it, that was always going to hold a tight hold on Autumn. There was nothing quite like it.
Jim could hardly be described as a hedonist, the one major vice in his life was his gambling, everything else he occasionally indulged in if at all and even then rarely to excess. Sex however was the exceptional to that rule - it brought his whole body to life and quieted his brain, twin feelings that were all too easy to lose himself in, that he wanted to lose himself in, and Autumn was bringing them out in force. Hands sliding across the soft fabric of her nightie, they came to her back and he pulled her flush against him, wanting her as close as possible before one snaked back up to gently tangle in her hair again.
Autumn pushed against him after he pulled her in close. She gave a soft little sound, one that was appreciative, of course. She broke the kiss only so she could kiss down his jaw to his neck, pushing against him again, nails very lightly scratching against the back of his shoulder.
Really he was a fan of everything she doing but the bite of her nails into his skin, gentle as it was, teamed with her mouth at his neck was especially enjoyable and he let out an appreciative moan of his own. Unconsciously rocking his hips up against her, he ducked his head forward and began pressing his own trail of kisses down her neck and across her shoulder, nudging aside the thin strap of her nightie as he went.
She noted that reaction, loving how it all played together. This was part of why she loved what she did. She truly appreciated the symphony that ensued, each and every time, and it was different, with each person, with each encounter. So for her part, she repeated her actions, her nails digging in a little harder, her kisses edging toward the hollow of his throat then back up beneath his jaw. With his rocking back against her, she reciprocated, happily riding the urgency, wanting things to go farther, faster, but she wasn't pushing it quite yet. She wanted to see if she could get him to do that.
Given her profession, Jim really shouldn't have been surprised how quickly she seized on the things that he liked but he was too caught up in experiencing it for that kind of reasoning to even occur to him, at least not on a conscious level. What he did do was let out another moan at the pricks of pain that blossomed beneath her nails, his hand that still rested at Autumn's back grasping hold of the fabric. "Feel free to keep doing that," he murmured before kissing her again, this time with a touch more urgency.
She returned the kiss, and this time brought both sets of nails in toward his spine by sliding her hands over his skin. Then she dug them in, and pulled out toward his shoulders, knowing she'd leave nice pretty welts there in her nail's wake, that as she nipped just a little at his lip as they kissed. Finding out people's buttons was always fascinating and fun for her in ways nothing else in the world could match.
If Autumn was looking for something to spur him on and kick things into a higher gear, she certainly found it there, Jim's back arching like a bow under the welcome assault as he let out a dull cry, muffled as it was by their still joined lips. Breaking the kiss, he looked at her, his pupils blown wide and his expression a potent combination of awe and arousal. "You can definitely do that again," he said, voice low and more than a touch frantic, before sitting up and flipping their positions so it was her with her back to the couch cushions and him kneeling up between her legs. Then he began kissing his way down her body, hands skimming reverently over her wherever they landed.
The reaction was more than worth it, it sending a rush through her that she had that strong of one. When he looked up at her like that, she adored it, loving his eyes, that intensity buried in their depths. His tone got to her too, like little electric shocks dancing along her skin, which were only made more potent when he changed their position. She gave a little happy moan when he did it, and loved the attention he was giving her. She also reached up to find new places to scratch, head tilting back as she gave herself a moment to truly appreciate the kisses.
For all his faults, and he was well aware that there was a lot of them, Jim could never be described as selfish, especially when it came to the bedroom - his partner's enjoyment was as, if not more than, important than his own. So, getting that happy sound from Autumn sent a thrill straight through him and he immediately set about trying to elicit it again. It was tricky to focus with the way her nails kept dragging over his skin but he certainly didn't want her to stop and he didn't let it stop him, alternating kisses with gentle nips to the skin.
The little nips kept getting little sounds from her, gasps just for his ears. She had fallen into this completely, intensely locked into the moment. Her hands drifted lower on his back, and she added more scratches, going for shorter, more frequent ones as well as allowing her nails to bite into his skin and stay there for moments--which generally coincided with the nips from him.
It all felt wonderful, more than wonderful in fact, the two of them caught in a feedback loop of sensation but amazing as it was, it wasn't long before he was wanting more. More to see, more to feel and hear, more of...well, everything. Despite the significantly long dry spell and the fact he was a convicted felon, he wasn't about to just assume he could and he pulled back to look at her even as his fingers itched for more.
"You want to keep going?" he asked, hands still for a moment at the curve of her waist. "'cause I mean I really want to but I don't wanna push for anything and you might have ground rules or something, no go areas, definite yes areas. Last thing I want is to do something you don't like or want. Not that you couldn't stop me I mean, I'm not that guy and I'm sure you're not the type to be afraid of singing out if you aren't cool with something but..."
He was chock full of awesome. And adorable. And a host of other things that just endeared him all the more to her. She smiled at him when he started rambling like that, and in the end she pulled him back in to kiss him again before answering. "The only thing that wouldn't be cool with me right now is stopping." she told him, very firm on that. "So please," she continued, nipping at his lower lip. "Don't stop."
Jim had just enough time to realise that he was a really big fan of Autumn's smile before she was kissing him again, another thing he was definitely a fan of, and the smile he gave back in return after the kiss was as warm as it was wide. The bite to his lip dragged a faint growl out of him and his gaze grew heated. "Well I would hate to disappoint a lady," he told her, voice low as he ducked his head forward, briefly pausing to nip at her neck again before lowering his mouth to her breast, dragging his stubble across the soft fabric as one of his hands left her waist to slide up beneath the hem of her nightie.
Autumn absolutely adored that growl. She could listen to that a whole lot and not get tired of it. She loved moments like those, where the animal side of things was closer to the surface. She might have answered him, but instead focused right in on what he was distracting her attention with. His touch, the scratch of his stubble. When he was seeking more skin, she moved just enough to start pulling at it, figuring it could go away now and she'd be just fine with that.
Picking up on what she was doing, he was quick to help, hands that were gentle despite the coarseness of his skin pushing the fabric up and over her head, marvelling at the sight as inch by inch more of her was revealed. It would be both unkind and unfair to say he was gawping but there was certainly some unabashed appreciation going on and for a moment, all Jim could do was stare. "I know you must hear this a lot but seriously, you are beautiful," he said, his fingers trailing back down her body.
She was happy to be rid of the nightie, but she then heard what he had to say, something that brought a big smile to her lips. Her gaze was on him, and she bit her lip just a little. "Thank you," she told him. And she did sound genuinely appreciative, because she was. He was right, it wasn't the first she'd heard that, but she took things on an individual basis. It never sucked to hear and knowing she was pleasing to the eye to him was nice. And, she was happy about that, because she really liked him, on a number of levels. "I'm glad I'm not alone in the adoration of the physical form, currently," she added, lightly scratching her nails across his stomach, hand drifting lower immediately.
The lip biting was a good look on her and impulsively, he ducked forward to kiss her again - something softer and sweeter than its predecessors though heat still lurked behind it. The muscles of his stomach jumped beneath her fingers and being the ticklish person he couldn't help but squirm a little though he managed to not pull away. "And there was me thinking you just liked the tattoos," he said, still smiling as he kissed along the line of her jaw before pressing one just next to her ear.
Autumn adapted immediately to the softer kiss, exhaling a slightly shuddery breath when he pulled back again. She had to grin at the squirming, which of course had her continuing to do it, fingertips tracing lower still, just to see if he'd do it again. "Mm. No. I just know awesome when I see it," she told him, tone warm and amused. She tilted her head to give him easier access, liking the attention he was paying.
The further down her hand moved, the harder it was to not wriggle away and finally Jim had to catch hold of her hand, leaving her neck alone for a moment so he could press a kiss to her knuckles. "I'm all for being teased but I'd rather you did something that doesn't make me morph into a pre-teen," he told her, sounding more than a little amused himself. "I might lose some of this awesome quota I've managed to accumulate in your presence and I'm finding myself kind of attached to it."
She had to give a little soft laugh, taking her other hand and planting it very firmly on the front of his pants, as close to touching him as she could get, and she gave a stroke. "I was getting there." she promised.
The movement pulled another small moan out of him and his hips twitched forward. "Well consider my objection withdrawn then," he replied before leaning in to kiss her again, unable to stop himself from smiling against her lips as he did so.
Autumn was enjoying herself, far more than she would have thought. He was just fun, and she was loving it. He was playful, responsive, all the things that made sex more than just a good time for a little while. He had her attention, and on more than one level. She gave another stroke, liking the moan there, and she kissed him back. She landed it somewhere between the softer kiss he'd given her last and the hard, bruising kisses of earlier, going for more of a slow burn.
The kiss was as amazing as it’s predecessors and teamed with her hand on him, well needless to say Jim was enjoying himself. “I am feeling way too overdressed right now,” he commented when the kiss broke, sounding more than a touch breathless but showing no signs of shutting up anytime soon. “Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever resented a pair of pants more in my life. Well there was that one time but they weren’t my pants so I don’t think that qualifies.”
She was even enjoying his talking. Grinning, she redirected both hands to the waistband of his pants, to push them slowly over his hips and downward. "That definitely wouldn't qualify," she told him with a nod. "It only counts if it's your own pants." She did also break eye contact to take a look at what he had to offer there, admiring the view once he was fully in sight.
Jim had never been a person only would consider calling shy and had never really had time for modesty either, much to the chagrin of the various roommates he'd had through college so really he had no problem with being the subject of Autumn's gaze, flashing her a grin as he shifted backwards to step out of his pants and kick them off to one side. "Everything to your liking?" he asked kneeling down again, this time on the floor between her legs, before walking his fingers along the tops of her thighs back towards her waist.
"Oh yes." Autumn assured him. "Very nice." she added. She liked a man who wasn't shy, and she wasn't surprised by his behavior. They'd already even talked about the confidence factor, which he very much had. "And what do you plan to do with me now?" she asked curiously. "Or what do you have a burning desire to have me to do you?"
"Glad to hear it," he replied, still wearing that same smile as he dropped a kiss to the top of one of her legs. "I'd hate to have disappointed you." It was said lightly enough but the sentiment was a real one, punctuated with a kiss to her other leg to mirror the first. Her question however had the grin fading to be replaced with a look of serious consideration though his mouth didn't stop being turned up at it's corners as his fingers began tapping a feather light rhythm. "Is it a cop-out of I say whatever you want to do?" he asked. "'cause right now you could probably tell me to do anything and I'd be more than willing whereas if you leave it up to me to decide, we could be here awhile doing a whole not of nothing while I try and decide."
He was quite the gorgeous sight there, his position enticing in and of itself of course, but the kisses were only aiding the aesthetics of the view. She laughed a touch, putting the arch of her foot against his hip, and she traced it up his ribs very lightly. "Don't think, just answer - if you could have anything done to you right this second, what would it be?"
Phrased like that, it was surprisingly easy for him to come up with an answer, distracting as the movement of her foot against him was. "Your mouth on me," he said simply. "And I don't just mean the obvious, I mean anywhere, everywhere. I just want...I want to feel that and for you to keep touching me."
"I was hoping you would say that..." Autumn purred. Then she sat forward and murmurred into his ear. "On your feet, soldier." she told him, a note of command in her tone. "And Jim? Try to stay still as long as you can..."
That voice went straight to Jim's groin and she had barely finished her sentence before he was scrambling to his feet, puppyish enthusiasm and full blown arousal causing him to practically vibrate as he forced himself to stand still. Part of him wanted to ask what would happen if he moved but he managed to keep the question to himself for the moment, instead settling for a reply of "Yes ma'am," and giving her a small salute.
That was nice to see. She grinned to herself, then stood up on the couch, so she was taller than him for the moment. As she drifted up his body, she trailed her hands along his skin, of course. Then she didn't hesitate, she started placing kisses. She trailed them along his collarbone, then along ink lines, interspersing little nips at random. She sucked lightly in places too, though just under his jawline, it was a little harder.
So not moving was really difficult, especially when Autumn started using her teeth. That however was quickly overshadowed by the sensation of her sucking on his neck and he let out a moan, squeezing his hands into fists so he wouldn't be tempted to reach out and and touch her, the bite of his nails into his palms adding a flicker of pain to the whirl of sensations he was experiencing under her touch. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to talk or not but the word "Harder," was past his lips before he had a chance to reconsider it.
Autumn obliged. She sucked at his neck harder, with the determination to leave a mark, and grazed her teeth in there too to help the coloring and feel of it all. That, as she bit her nails into him and dragged them down his torso, then his stomach quickly, til she could grab hold of him and give him a hard stroke.
Jim did more than moan at that, the sensory input hitting him like a row of falling dominoes, each building on the last and ripping a cry of "Fuck!" from him as his head fell back, the only motion he allowed himself as per his instructions.
God, she needed to be able to do this often with him, he was just so fun. His reactions were so powerful, she could get pretty drunk on just that. She gave one last push of her teeth against his skin, before she nuzzled the spot and gave it a gentle brush of her lips. "What was that?" she asked, tone a low, amused purr. She started drifting her way down his body then, kissing and nipping as she went, making sure to give a little bite to a nipple as she went.
Forcing his brain into something capable of replying to a question shouldn't have been so much of a struggle given how little Autumn had actually done at that point but it took him a few seconds none the less to get his head even remotely straight. Which of course managed to coincide perfectly with her biting him. "That was me swearing because...holy fucking shit wow. Okay wow..."
"I can deal with 'wow'." Autumn grinned, the expression pressed into a kiss against his hip. She got to her knees on the couch cushions, and bent her head to get lower, brushing her cheek against him first, before she gazed up at him, waiting for eye contact before she went further.
If Jim hadn't already been aching hard by that point, the sight of her looking up at him like that would have done the trick in an instant. His chest was heaving slightly from the effort it was taking him to stand still and his hands trembled in their fists by his sides but still he managed it, the look of awe that this was actually happening gracing his face again only this time his cheeks were flushed and his eyes seemed to ache with need as he looked down at her.
It was nice having the reminder that Autumn lived for this kind of thing. She loved the rush, and while yes, her career wasn't just sex, that was part of it and she absolutely adored having the power like this. She loved that look, the need in there. Where desire had drifted into something else. She searched his eyes for just a heartbeat more, then started in on him. She didn't do it gently, either. No slow start, no tease, just one second she was looking up at him, and the next she was swallowing him down, something she was good at.
'Good' didn't even begin to describe what Jim was experiencing, biting down on his lip to stop the torrent of swearing that had started the second he'd felt Autumn's mouth on him and would have likely continued had he not made the move to silence himself, at least for the moment. Unable to anything except stand there and send mental prayers of thanks to whatever deity had decided to take pity on him in the best possible, he closed his eyes for a moment before realising that only seemed to amplify what he was feeling so instead he kept them open and fixed on her, letting the stinging pain in his palms tether him to the moment lest he get lost on the sensation of what was quite possibly the best blow job of his life.
She kept it up, though one hand crept up to slide over the back of his hand and she latched onto his wrist--making sure her nails bit into the soft side of it. She hummed into her actions, taking his wrist and planting his hand on her head, where his fingers could get tangled in her hair. She pulled back for just one second, and that was to look up at him again. "Now you can move."
The flare of fresh pain at his wrist had him hissing in the best possible way, forcing him to take a shuddering breath and really Autumn's invitation to move couldn't have come at a better time. His fingers slid into her hair just as she'd allowed, his other hand clutching at thin air as he desperately reached for something solid he could grab on to, not trusting himself to have both of them on Autumn's head.
She snapped right back to her work, not wanting to give him much of a window to calm. So, she made sure she was pulling out the stops, liking the feel of his hold on her hair. She kept it at a hard, fast pace, motion fluid as she concentrated on him.
And he was powerless to do anything except be swept along by it, his grip on her tightening despite his best efforts, just because he was a bit of a masochist it didn't mean everyone else was. His breathing came in shorter, sharper bursts and he found himself unable to keep quiet any longer., a litany of cursing, praise and moans tripping off his tongue.
Music to her ears. She also slipped a hand down between her legs to help herself out, not a difficult task considering the level of turned on she happened to be right then. She gave another hum, a low moan in the back of her throat she knew he'd appreciate.
As if what she was doing to him wasn't enough, Jim hadn't stopped watching her either and the visual of Autumn touching herself plus the humming that came after it kicked things into a higher gear. After that it seemed like only seconds had passed before he felt the familiar coiling sensation, everything below his waist going tight like a drawn bow string and he murmured out a warning, his still empty hand reaching forward to clutch at her shoulder.
He warned her, but didn't tell her to stop, so she didn't. Instead, she gave it her all, finding a little more speed in her somewhere, and she swallowed on him as deep as she could.
For all that he was an incessantly talkative and frequently noisy individual, he was surprisingly quiet as he came, all his noise disappearing onto a silent cry as his eyes finally screwed shut. The silence didn't last long though, with him it never did, and it was with a slightly dazed expression that he sank back down to his knees. "I know I'm repeating myself here but, wow. All of the wow, that was...amazing." He leant forward and finally slipping his other hand into her, pulled their lips together for another kiss.
Barely catching her breath after she swallowed, she had to grin at Jim for his sentiments. She also might have said something, but then he was moving again, and that cut off any braining she was going to be doing for the moment. For Autumn, there was always something stupidly hot about kissing after oral. And sadly, not everyone was into it. But she was. So when he kissed her, she kissed back with enthusiasm, and of course when he touched her like that, she gave a rather powerful moan into the kiss.
It wasn’t the easiest position or most comfortable position to be in but it was worth it for the reaction he got, Autumn's moan sending a thrill straight through him. Twisting his fingers slightly, he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes intent on meeting hers even through the post-orgasm haze. "Now it's my turn to ask what you want," he asked, smiling a little as he brushed his thumb back and forth against her.
She gave another sound, a sharp one at the twist, though she managed to hold eye contact with him. It was her turn to have a hunger behind her gaze, a growing need. What came to mind first was less specific than his had been, but she said it immediately anyhow, not having the restraint to not. "I want you to make me scream. I don't care how, I don't care what it takes, make me scream." He could get as creative as he wanted, she was his willing submissive then, his to do with what he would. Which, for Autumn, was a switch, an one she found enticing. While she adored the power, sometimes? She also just wanted to be ravished.
The sheer forthrightness of her statement had his eyes widening and then a smile spread across his face. "Well I certainly can't turn down a request when you put it like that," he replied, voice low as he twisted his fingers again, more sharply this time, and increased the pressure of his thumb. "Now I know you said whatever it takes..." He pulled his hand back slightly as he spoke, purposely dragging the rough skin of his fingers against her. "...but is there anything you don't like? 'cause I only wanna hear good screams."
Autumn answered first with a shakey cry, as she pushed back against him while she was at it. When he asked the question, she smiled. It was actually something along the lines of a dark yet amused expression. "Sky's the limit." she told him, voice breathy. "Get as creative as you want." she encouraged.
"That's quite an invitation," Jim murmured, concentrating on the sound of her voice and how good she felt against him as he pressed his fingers inside her, trying to stop his thoughts from flying off in a million different directions. "Are you sure you're up to submitting yourself to the whims of a mad genius?"
Autumn gave another little sound, biting at her lower lip a moment as she savored the sensation, then she refocused on him. Reaching out, she put her hand on the back of his neck, nails biting in just a little, and she pulled him closer. "Jim, I am dying to submit to every whim you've got locked away in that head of yours. Show me your mad genius," she implored.
It wasn't a position he was used to having, acting the dominant partner and taking the lead but when she spoke to him like that, that note of begging in her voice and the look on her face, he suddenly felt like he could do anything. "As you wish my lady," he told her, utterly sincere despite the gratuitous use of movie references and, slipping his hand free, picked up her up with a surprising amount of ease and carried her over to the bed, an idea starting to crystallize in his mind. He just hoped it was good enough to give Autumn what she wanted.
She gave a pleased, throaty laugh, obviously happy with the direction of things already. She completely trusted in his ability to roll with this, so far he was certainly doing a fabulous job. She put her arms around his neck as he carried her, and she couldn't wait to see what came next.