liewithme (liewithme) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2011-09-04 18:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | 09.01.11, dante, dante and ophelia, ophelia |
Would you lie with me?
Who: Ophelia and Dante
What: Reverse Hunting, AKA Dante searches for Ophelia
When: Mid-Morning
Where: Super 8 Hotel where Ophelia lives
Warnings: NSFW
Dante had tried his best to forget about Ophelia since she left in that taxi, but it had really been a lost cause. She filled up his mind in ways that a woman hadn’t since... well, he didn’t want to think about the last one that had filled up his thoughts. He’d asked the taxi driver on the phone when he’d called him to let him know where he dropped the mysterious woman off but that really hadn’t given him much more clues towards anything about her. The hospital just said that at least she wasn’t lying about an emergency.
But he couldn’t just chase after her at the hospital. So he’d done his best to occupy his thoughts with other things, but by Thursday morning, his day off, he couldn’t take it anymore. He got dressed and got into his car and headed out to the super 8. He knocked on about ten doors asking for the woman before he got to hers. He didn’t know if she’d be inside this one either, or if she’d be alone, but he was going to keep knocking til he found someone who knew her.
Ophelia was still asleep when the knocking started on the door. “Uggghhh, don’t want any towels!” she yelled, but the knocking didn’t stop. She had drank a bit too much last night after Cathair left and hadn’t planned on rolling out of bed sometime in the afternoon. Irritated the knocking didn’t stop, she threw off the covers and in a tank top and panties she stumbled blindly to the door, no where near awake.
“Goddammit, I said I didn’t want any towels!” she said as she threw open the door. What she didn’t expect was to find Dante on the other side of the door. “Uh....hi.” was all she could manage, blinking at him stupidly.
He’d found her. He would have taken a moment to thank god or some other form of thankk you to someone who cared who, but he didn’t have the time to do that. He’d found her and he didn’t have the time to be fucking around with thank yous or anything of the like. So he caught her around the waist and as he pushed her back into the hotel room, he kissed her.
OK, this was definitely not the wake up she was expecting. If anything, she was expecting Josh to wake her bitching about her drinking. But it seemed her two brothers were still out on the hunt and with Elias in the hospital Ophelia was gloriously free of siblings.
And currently being kissed by the hottest man she had ever met. Maybe if she was more awake she would of punched him. Instead, she jumped up, wrapping her legs and arms around him, kissing him back. He wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get the other out of their mind. Even with all the crap she was dealing with, the large were-snow leopard was never far from her thoughts.
He’d expected her to punch him. He’d sort of been mentally preparing himself for that, but this was a far better reaction to his kissing. With one hand he caught her when she jumped, with his foot, he kicked the door shut, not even caring if there might have been any siblings in the room. He would much rather kiss now and ask questions later. So he kissed her for a good long moment, his free hand sliding up into her hair. When he pulled his lips from hers to catch her eyes, he gave her a tiny little smile. “Miss me?” he teased.
Ophelia was so stressed out, this was exactly what she needed. She didn’t know what the hell it was exactly, but she needed it. Instead of thinking, she just kissed him like mad. “Less talking, more kissing.” she said when he teased her. To shut him up she kissed him again roughly, grinding her hips against his.
Well he could hardly go against a request like that. So he fell right into that kiss and moved to the closest wall so he could press her against it. It wasn’t fair if she could rock her hips against him and he couldn’t give her back the same in return.
This was crazy. Ophelia never meant to see Dante again. She didn’t think he would come looking for her and she sure as shit didn’t think he’d kiss her and she especially didn’t think she would be jumping him. For as bad an idea as it was, Ophelia kept right on kissing him, moaning as he pressed her against the wall and moving her hips more insistently. As she was only in a tank top and panties, her hard nipples and wetness between her legs were no secret.
The scent of her arousal filling the air around them only served to spur him on. He ached for her and after the tease he’d put himself through the last time they were together, he couldn’t take it anymore. With one rough hand he slid her tank top up, exposing her breast as he pulled his lips from her mouth and found her hard nipple. Giving it a little suck, he groaned, the sound akin to a growl. He could feel the ache she had for him and if anything it was given back nearly double.
She let out a gasp as his mouth found her sensitive nipple. She buried her fingers in his hair, tugging as she moaned. Ophelia was completely lost in him. She’d worry about the consequences later. Right now all she wanted was for Dante to be fucking her like crazy up against the wall.
That little gasp and soft moan that followed were enough to make him forget about everything else going on around them. The motel faded into the background and the only thing that mattered was himself and Ophelia. Her more than him of course and making her make those soft little noises the most of all. While his lips were busy, wrapped around that hard nub, he moved his hand to slip beneath the band of her panties, fingers sliding along that dripping heat between her thighs. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He ached to be buried inside that tight channel, but for now, torturing her with pleasure looked pretty good too.
Yes, Ophelia wanted him like crazy. How could she not? He was sexy as hell and making her feel so damn good. A moan came from her as his fingers found her sex, her hips jerking forward. She gritted her teeth as pleasure shot up her spine. “Fuck....” she moaned out, her eyes sliding closed.
He growled against her chest, his middle finger moving to do one little trail around her entrance before sinking inside of her. That only brought a bit more of a moan to his lips at the exquisite heat he’d just been submerged in. Gently he grazed his teeth over her nipple before allowing his mouth to return to hers, a rough kiss pressed to her lips.
Ophelia cried out when his finger slid inside of her and his teeth grazed her nipple. It had been too long since anyone else’s fingers but her own had been inside of her. She kissed him back with the same rough urgency, already close to orgasm.
His hand worked against her, the heel of it deliberately pressing against that hardening little nub between her folds. He wanted to make her cry out in ways she’d never cried out before. His teeth grazed against her lower lip as his mouth once more moved, sliding to her neck to gently suck and nip at her sensitive skin.
The hunter bared her neck to him, something completely against her training, but his hand working her sex in such a wonderful way made her was to give him anything he wanted. Moans and gasps of pleasure spilled from her lips as she moved her hips against his hand, pleasure over taking her. “Fuck Dante!” she cried.
Hearing his name cried out the way she did only served to further arouse the were. He nipped a bit more forcefully at her neck, though never enough to really do much damage. The finger inside of her pressed more roughly, picking up a quicker pace as his lips began to trail down her neck towards her breast again, once more snagging her nipple between his teeth.
Ophelia was seconds from climax and when his teeth found her nipple again, she crested, screaming loudly as she came, her sex tightening around his finger. Pure pleasure slammed her body as she bucked against him, her fingers tugging his hair sharply. “Fuck goddamn holy shit yes!”
He couldn’t help but smirk a little, even with his mouth presently occupied. It was always sexy to hear a woman curse, especially as much as Ophelia just had. He continued to let his fingers move against her until her body slowly began to come down from that high. Slowly he slipped his fingers from her panties and let himself pull back enough to look at her. “That’s for teasing me and running away last time.” he told her.
She panted heavily, her body shuddering as he slowly brought her down from the high of climax. Ophelia opened her eyes, looking at him with raised eyebrows. “Oh really?” she asked breathily. “Then I guess I’ll have to tease you and run off more often if that’s the result.” She leaned in to kiss him again and murmured against his lips. “Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”
He couldn’t help but chuckle at her response. “Better not.” he breathed against her mouth. “I might not be so giving next time.” he teased. Kissing her back eagerly he gently tugged at her lower lip and when posed the question about whether or not he was going to fuck her, he gave a teasing little shrug. “Maybe.” he murmured. “Depends on whether or not you think you can handle me.”
For all she had an orgasm, she wanted more, dammit. She wanted him. “I swear to god Dante, if you don’t fuck me I will goddamn shoot you.” she practically snarled, insanely worked up. “Though the real question is if you can handle me.”
“Oh you’re going to shoot me now?” he asked her. “Well if that isn’t foreplay, I don’t know what is.” he teased, turning and pulling her from the wall before all but flinging the girl onto the bed. His hands went to the hem of his shirt and he tugged it up and over his head before flinging it aside. “You on the pill or should I look for a condom in the car?”
She let out a squeak as he threw her in the bed, bouncing a bit on the cheap mattress. Her eyes zeroed in on his bare chest. Fuck the man was sexy. “I’m on birth control” she said. Ophelia had an implant in her arm that only needed to be changed every three years. It was useful as she couldn’t exactly hit the same pharmacy every month. “Now get your damn pants off kitty man.”
Excellent. At least he wouldn’t have to make a walk to the car to grab any protection. Sure there was the threat of diseases and shit, but at that moment, he honestly wasn’t thinking about it. His behavior was probably deplorable considering he was a man of the law, but his cock was so painfully hard that the blood flow was restricted from his brain and he couldn’t properly perform any coherent or intelligent thought functions. So he slipped his shoes off and the socks as well before unfastening his belt and pulling it through the loops. Tossing the belt to the floor, he kept his eyes on her. “You’re a little bit bossy, you know that?” he asked her as he unbuttoned his jeans.
“Actually, I’m a lot bossy.” she said, her eyes trained on the bulge in his pants. She knew what lay under that denim and she wanted it. “And when I’m horny, I get down right demanding.” Ophelia crawled across the bed to him and leaned over, licking along his abs. “Now, if you get those fucking pants off, I’m going to suck your cock.”
Well he couldn’t rightly argue with a woman telling him she was going to suck his cock. What kind of man in his right mind would say no to that? So he unzipped his pants and pushed them down revealing that he hadn’t bothered with boxers that day, as he often didn’t. “Yes, Ma’am.” he breathed.
Ophelia licked her lips as he shoved down his pants. There was the amazing looking cock she so vividly remembered. Looking up at him with a wicked smirk, she leaned forward then ran her tongue just over the tip. “Hmmm, not sure it’ll all fit in my mouth...” she breathed across his manhood, teasing him every so lightly with her tongue.
He bit his lower lip as he watched her tease the tip of her tongue over his cock. “I’m sure you can fit some of it in your mouth.” he told her. “And your tongue can eventually take care of the rest.” he added, a little smirk on his lips as he moved his hand to brush her hair away from her face and fisted a handful of the dark strands at the nape of her neck.
A shudder went through her as his hand fisted in her hair. Eager, she began taking him into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around him. Her hands slid up his thighs and gripped his hips as she began to blow him in earnest, her mouth as talented as they came.
“Fuck me.” he breathed, his voice barely even audible as the pleasure took him over. It had been decidedly too long since the last time a pair of soft lips had been on his cock and the last pair certainly hadn’t been as skilled as Ophelia’s. Not to mention the fact that she’d been the one to say she wanted to suck him off. Many women were disgusted by the thought. She definitely earned points for that.
Ophelia moaned around his cock as she sucked a bit harder and faster, her hands gripping his tight, perfect ass. Here was a man she could fuck all day and night and not get enough she was sure. She looked upward at his face, wanting to see the pleasure she gave him in it as she moaned once more around him.
He’d let his head roll back on his shoulders, savoring every second of those perfect lips and tongue before rolling his head forward again. His eyes fell on hers about the moment she looked upwards at his face. She was so fucking beautiful, even more so with a mouthful of his cock. His fingers tightened in her hair and he rocked his hips forward in time with her movements. “You’re so fucking good at that.” he breathed.
Yes, Ophelia was very talented in many ways. This happened to be natural talent, one of which she actually enjoyed doing. Another moan slipped from her as he rocked his hips, her eyes sliding closed as she focused solely on bringing him pleasure.
“So fucking good.” he repeated, though he was certain she knew just how much he was enjoying what she was doing. His fingers tightened even more in her hair and though he didn’t guide her to move, she certainly acted like he was. Every little bob of her head felt just like he wanted it to.
She was good at reading people and every little nuance let her get a feel for what felt good. Soon she was sucking him off like she had years of practice of just his cock in her mouth. And Ophelia was greatly enjoying it. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her.
“Jesus fuck.” he whispered, biting his lower lip through a low growl. He was getting closer by the second and if she kept it up, she was going to get more than just his cock in her mouth. “Close...” he whispered, a small warning for the girl.
The swearing and the warning only urged her on. She managed to take all of him in her mouth, deep throating him and moaning, sucking hard. She wanted him to come, like he had made her. Ophelia looked up the line of his body, wanting to see his face when he spilled himself in her mouth.
Jesus if she wasn’t trying to kill him. He growled, a bit more of a feral noise this time as he felt the orgasm bubbling up from deep within him. It didn’t take more than a suck or two before he lost his battle of will against himself and spilled into her mouth with a low, strangled groan. “Ophelia...” he gasped out in the midst of the groan, the name barely even decipherable.
Ophelia pulled back from him slowly, sucking the whole way, milking ever drop of his seed she could before letting his cock pop out of her mouth and licking her lips. “I take it you liked that.” she said with a self satisfied smirk, laying back on the bed.
He’d be crazy not to have enjoyed that. He let out a breathless little noise before nodding. “Fuck yeah I liked that.” he told her. Taking the moment of recuperation to slip his pants the rest of the way off, he moved towards her on the bed. He leaned in to steal a kiss from her mouth, not caring if she tasted of him. Hell, that was really a turn on in and of itself.
Ophelia slipped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. Now all they stood between them was her slick panties. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed herself against his cock which was already back to full hardness. She could get used to that. Fucking a were had its’ benefits.
God that was fucking perfect. He ached to be inside of her and those panties just had to go. Reaching between them, he caught her underwear between his fingers, jerking them off in a fluid little movement and tossing them aside. “You should skip the underwear from now on.” he breathed.
She let out a gasp as he tore away her underwear. “Or buy stock in Victoria’s Secret.” she said. “Now fuck me, Dante. Show this little human all she’s been missing.”
He sort of liked being told what to do, at least by Ophelia. “Ever been with a were?” he asked her. “I’ve never been with a hunter.” he admitted. That was probably half of the allure right there. They were technically enemies. A supernatural version of Romeo and Juliet.
“Definitely never been with a were before.” she said with a laugh. “Afraid I might stab you while you stab me?” She as danced with a wicked gleam. The woman wasn’t the most stable maybe, but she’d never hurt him. That was clear in her eyes.
“I’d hoped we were past the whole killing me thing.” he told her. “I’m a big guy, don’t know if you’d be able to hide my body if you killed me.” he teased. “Besides, why would you murder me if I’m giving you what you want?” he murmured, moving his body weight to one hand as he slipped the other between them and teased the head of his cock along her folds.
She gasped as the head of his cock rubbed against her sex. Fucking hell she wanted him more than she ever wanted anything. “Like you don’t want me.” she said, egging him on.
“I want you.” he told her, nodding a little. “I want you screaming my name.” And without giving her a second to retort, he pressed fully inside of her with one swift movement of his hips.
“Holy shit Dante!” was what he got as he slammed into her. She knew his cock pretty intimately, but she still wasn’t prepared for all big he was inside of her. The man had the biggest cock she had ever seen and that cock filled her to the brim and over. Pleasure mixed with a touch of pain moved her and it was glorious.
He didn’t move for a moment, letting her body adjust to having him inside of her. “I find it’s easier to get it all out of the way to begin with.” he murmured against her mouth as he kissed her again. “Hope I didn’t hurt you.” At least now. Hurting could be fun sometimes, but he liked not to be too rough right off the bat.
“No, you didn’t hurt me in any way I didn’t like.” she breathed, burying her fingers in his hair. “Though I might hurt you if you don’t start moving.” She rolled her hips against his insistently. Ophelia was a girl who didn’t mind it rough one little bit. She even liked it. A lot.
“Always with the threats.” he breathed, though he did roll his hips against hers, growling out at the delicious friction that came from the movement. “It’s been a while for you.” he breathed, her walls so tight around him he was surprised he’d managed to squeeze himself inside.
A small hiss came from her as he rolled his hips, her sex rippling around him. “Yes, and you’re driving me insane!” she said, pushing her hips up, grinding against him. Ophelia did not want teasing right now. She wanted him pounding her with all the strength and passion she could feel he possessed.
He smirked a little at the way she rocked and rolled her body against his. She ached for him as much as he ached for her. He picked up a slow pace at first, his arms propping him up on either side of her torso to get a better angle with each thrust. “So fucking tight...” he breathed, eyes locking with hers.
Ophelia groaned as he finally started to move. It was slow, but she knew he was feeling for the best way, the best angle. Even the initial testing felt amazing. She was tight around his large manhood and little noises spilled from her lips each time he thrust. She became lost in his eyes, shuddering. “Fuck, Dante....”
There was plenty of time for fast fucking, but for now he was learning her body, learning what made her make the most perfect little noises. He wanted to please her, part of him wanting nothing more than to bring her to a peak that she’d never reached before. Having their eyes locked on one another only made the entire thing more appealing, more sensual. “You’re so beautiful.” he whispered as he leaned in for a gentle kiss.
Ok, this was way more intimate than Ophelia thought it would be. She was a wham, bam, thank you ma’am kinda girl. this, slow, sensual sex with their eyes locked and his murmured words about her beauty was deeper than anything she had ever experienced. She tried not to think about that. If she thought to hard she would grow attached and in her line of work, she couldn’t afford to grow attached to anyone. Then they could be used against her. Instead, she just kissed him back, letting the wonderful sensations take her away.
He noticed she didn’t say anything aside from replying with that kiss. He hadn’t expected her to say much, hunters couldn’t exactly fall for someone the way he could almost feel himself falling for her. He lost himself in that kiss as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts.
Ophelia groaned into his mouth as his pace became faster, her hips moving in time with his. It was so odd, just how perfectly they fit together. She had never felt such a connection with anyone before and it was terrifying. She couldn’t fall for him. It would put him in danger. Her family had too many enemies. one born with the name Lasko was born with a death sentence. She could never put that on someone.
He didn’t care how many enemies she had. He didn’t care how many men she’d killed or how much danger he could be in for bedding the girl. All that mattered in that moment was the way she made him feel and the way she waltzed through his mind no matter how much he might have wanted her to leave it. He couldn’t get her out of his thoughts and he figured if she was there, there must be a reason for it. His movements were in time with hers, a perfect rhythm that drew him closer to his end with every single thrust.
Her mouth pulled away from his with a loud cry, her climax budding and so close to cresting. Each thrust brought her higher and higher. And then she fell, screaming his name in pure ecstasy as her sex tightened even more around him. “DANTE!!” Everything was awash in a haze of pleasure, her back arching as her eyes went wide from the intensity.
He growled as her muscles tightened around him, keeping him almost unable to move inside of her. His own climax was so close he could nearly taste it. A few more shallow thrusts were all he was able to accomplish before he spilled himself within her, a growl escaping him as he met his end. It had been far too long since he’d been with a woman this way and even longer since he’d wanted to be. His body fell against hers, arms winding around her frame as he held tight to her body.
Ophelia let out a groan as Dante growled his climax. The growling? Hot. He held her close to him as he lay down and the woman couldn’t help but snuggled into his hold. They were both covered in sweat, she was panting, and she couldn’t think of a better place to be. There was no room for words with her right now. She just had to live in the moment and not think about when the moment would end.
He didn’t want the moment to end any more than she did. He held her tight, his head on her shoulder, trying desperately to pull in his breath normally again. He turned his head enough to look at her face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” he whispered as his fingers gently brush across her cheek. “Could get lost in those pretty eyes of yours.”
Dammit, why did he have to be so sweet? Ophelia was going to have a hard time keeping her distance if he kept being sweet like this. She reached up to press her finger to his lips and shook her head. Talking was bad. Talking made emotions more vivid.
When she lifted her finger to silence him, he kissed the tip of it. If she didn’t want talking, that was fine. “Give me two minutes and I’ll be ready for another round.” he smirked. “If you think you can handle it.”
That talking made her grin. “Oh, I can handle it. I just hope you can handle when I want round three.” Sex was something she understood. So long as they stuck with that, she would be fine.