The rush is like cold water down her back, brutal and clear. Her hips shudder downwards in shock, and Justin's mouth falls open on a groan. His eyes close, and Alex can't breathe because he's hard--his dick is hard and rocking against--against where she is wet, and it feels...it feels like nothing Sex Ed. ever told her about, not even those movies Harper's parents don't think she has mentioned this feeling.
Justin's hands clench on her body. His chin tilts up, and Alex's eyes fall on that stupid bruise at the base of his neck.
"You have a date," she says.
Across the room her pencil cup explodes. Justin groans. Alex tightens around him.
"Sto--I don't, uh," he swallows, licking his lips. "I can't think."
Alex shakes her head, hair whipping against Justin's face. The knot in her stomach is rising up to her throat. She presses her thumb into the middle of the bruise, heated purple skin underneath her thumbnail, and Justin's hips jerk up, driving his dick against her. Alex tightens her thighs against his, clenching down, and it's...she shudders. It feels...in the back of her head, there's someone's voice telling her 'no,' but it's such a small little voice and it sounds like Harper and she never listens to her anyway. Justin is much louder, and right here, and he's never going away, he promised.
Alex begins to rock, pushing her hips down against Justin, and letting him pull her head down. Her mouth glances off his chin and falls to his neck, lips against his skin. Her thumb digs into the bruise--the bite mark some silly, stupid forgotten girl gave him--and Justin moans into her ear, presses kisses through her hair to the side of her head. His hands are hard against her skin, keeping her close, dragging her in time with the thrusting of his hips, and Alex can't breathe. She makes him slow, drags her nails down his chest to his stomach until she's arched above him, balanced on her knees and grinding herself into his dick.
The shock of his hands on her breasts makes her writhe until he howls and clenches her tight at the nipples, and then freezes, abruptly falling back to the mattress with her on top.
Alex pushes at him, nails still in his stomach and wet all through her panties, and Justin is shaking, staring at her like she's an answer and a question all in one, but Alex can't stop rocking down on him, yanking whimpers from his bitten mouth that sound more like sobs, but his hands are moving lower, between them, slipping into her sweat pants when she moves up and then his fingers are slipping low, slipping inside her, thick and strong and his thumb presses just above, just there and Alex's sight narrows, her world shrinks to Justin's hands, Justin's fingers, Justin's eyes and the sounds he's making as he gets hard beneath her while Alex shrieks apart.
She falls to the side, slipping off him, and Justin follows her, turning like he can't help himself. His dick is hard, and Alex curls her fingers around it for something to hold. Justin shudders, hands at her waist again, and kisses her shoulder. Their clothes are wrecked, stained and wet, and Alex feels sloppy, feels warm and tingly like after a spell, and Justin's magic is lemon-scented again, cleaning them up.
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In The Morning, You Go Gunning 3/3
29/5/10 21:45 (UTC)Justin's hands clench on her body. His chin tilts up, and Alex's eyes fall on that stupid bruise at the base of his neck.
"You have a date," she says.
Across the room her pencil cup explodes. Justin groans. Alex tightens around him.
"Sto--I don't, uh," he swallows, licking his lips. "I can't think."
Alex shakes her head, hair whipping against Justin's face. The knot in her stomach is rising up to her throat. She presses her thumb into the middle of the bruise, heated purple skin underneath her thumbnail, and Justin's hips jerk up, driving his dick against her. Alex tightens her thighs against his, clenching down, and it's...she shudders. It feels...in the back of her head, there's someone's voice telling her 'no,' but it's such a small little voice and it sounds like Harper and she never listens to her anyway. Justin is much louder, and right here, and he's never going away, he promised.
Alex begins to rock, pushing her hips down against Justin, and letting him pull her head down. Her mouth glances off his chin and falls to his neck, lips against his skin. Her thumb digs into the bruise--the bite mark some silly, stupid forgotten girl gave him--and Justin moans into her ear, presses kisses through her hair to the side of her head. His hands are hard against her skin, keeping her close, dragging her in time with the thrusting of his hips, and Alex can't breathe. She makes him slow, drags her nails down his chest to his stomach until she's arched above him, balanced on her knees and grinding herself into his dick.
The shock of his hands on her breasts makes her writhe until he howls and clenches her tight at the nipples, and then freezes, abruptly falling back to the mattress with her on top.
Alex pushes at him, nails still in his stomach and wet all through her panties, and Justin is shaking, staring at her like she's an answer and a question all in one, but Alex can't stop rocking down on him, yanking whimpers from his bitten mouth that sound more like sobs, but his hands are moving lower, between them, slipping into her sweat pants when she moves up and then his fingers are slipping low, slipping inside her, thick and strong and his thumb presses just above, just there and Alex's sight narrows, her world shrinks to Justin's hands, Justin's fingers, Justin's eyes and the sounds he's making as he gets hard beneath her while Alex shrieks apart.
She falls to the side, slipping off him, and Justin follows her, turning like he can't help himself. His dick is hard, and Alex curls her fingers around it for something to hold. Justin shudders, hands at her waist again, and kisses her shoulder. Their clothes are wrecked, stained and wet, and Alex feels sloppy, feels warm and tingly like after a spell, and Justin's magic is lemon-scented again, cleaning them up.