unbr8kable | continuations

You want me to finish you off, don't you?

[She licks her lips]

Hard to jerk you off like this. 'Less you really are looking forward to riding my fingers that bad.

[Nudges at the pucker of his ass again, bravado on full display]

[He whimpers at her question, and although his ears are bright red, the breathy sort of groan that leaves him at that second sentence is certainly not a no. He can't seem to stop himself from rubbing up against her thigh, rule or no rule, and he shudders hard at the gentle press of her fingers against his ass]

[He's well and truly distracted by the way a fold of fabric has caught against him at just the right angle, and the way her finger promises more, and the way his mind has run away with the possibilities. It takes him a second to realize he's going to have to give her an answer - a second more, to scrape one together]

Wh-what, like - here?

[It seems as though this much is allowed--at least she continues to rub up and down the same path, following his shudders but for once not attempting to push much farther...he's having enough trouble answering as it is, not that she considers that much of a problem.

Another shaky breath of her own, and she brushes her other hand down his face, feeling his flush even if the angle's wrong to see it. Her good hand cups his whole sack, tugging gently]

There someplace else you like better? Middle of the dorm? Or up on the observation deck, pressed against the window? That'd be one hell of a 'show off' live...

[She earns a whine in response to that gentle tugging - or perhaps in response to those suggestions; it's difficult to say for sure]

[Either way, she can feel the heat of his flush, a good deal warmer than his usual temperature - certainly can feel the way he squirms. He can't quite get the leverage he needs to press down the way he wants to, but he's doing his level best, shallow, restless little circles of his hips]

J-jesus, that's - everybody'd see.

[Her fingertips keep wisping over his cheek and lips and neck, soaking in the warmth of that feverish flush as best she can with this position. With her good hand, she squeezes at his other cheeks, intent and a bit impatient; rubs up and down the crevice between with the flat of her thumb]

Maybe I'll just have to keep you quiet, then, so you don't draw too much attention. I can think of a few things to fill that pretty mouth of yours...

[He outright groans, at that; she can probably feel the flutter of his lashes as he squeezes his eyes closed, the hot pant of his breath against her palm]

[He can't help but rock back against her hand, when the flat of her thumb applies firmer pressure - can't keep the needy quality from his whine, or the pleading tone from his voice]

Wh-what... what're you thinking...?

My--

[And she breaks off, flushing; rushes to continue]

Me. Or like, a toy. Or maybe a gag, I dunno. Think it'd look nice, though.

So, did you ever decide how you wanted to be finished? Or d'you just wanna stay like this, hanging on forever?

[Her thumb digs in with more of that pressure before abruptly easing off]

[His breath stutters in his throat, at those words; he groans again, soft, chest heaving as he pants for breath. She can probably feel the way he shudders, at "hanging on forever" - catch the whimper, quiet and a little desperate]

I want - I want you to keep me quiet. With your -

With you.

[An oh of surprise, and it's possible the flush that follows is hot enough to be felt even through the remains of her outfit.]

...O-on your knees. And take off these pants.

[She nudges her thigh into him; an invitation to move]

[He sucks a shaky breath in, at the nudge from her thigh - shudders, and bites down on his lip, and moves to comply]

Y-yeah. I -

Yeah.

[He rises almost reluctantly - shivers hard when he leaves her lap, not entirely able to tamp down the soft sound of frustration that leaves him as he loses the pressure and the friction both. From the new angle, she can see his face - how dark his cheeks are, and the way his lip is swollen from biting down in an attempt to ground himself, and how completely his pupils are blown]

[He goes down on his knees in front of her - squirms, at the shift in position and the rustling of the petticoats - reaches up, with shaking hands, to begin working her out of the pants]

[She angles herself closer as she does, as if so he can peel off the now damp slacks as fast has he can--eager to wriggle from the now uncomfortable fabric and scoot closer to him]

You wanted me...now you got me.

[She reaches out to brush over his cheek, a little sloppy]

Don't come before I do.

[He cants his head into her touch, blatantly needy - is entirely unable to hide the tremble in his voice at that casual order]

J-jesus, dude. That's -

[He shifts again - squirms, there on his knees, as the petticoats rustle with the movement. He's managed to peel the slacks off, by now - has reached for the waistband of her underwear, as well]

I'll. I'll do my best.

If you do, should be no problem.

[Her smirk down at him is eager--hungry. Her gaze keeps snagging at the scrunch of his eyelashes and the arch of his back and the bit of skirt that doesn't quite lay flat.

She lays her hands over his hands at her hips, urging them down, her sodden panties with them]

[He takes a shaky breath in at the sight of that smirk and the state of her panties - squirms again, the uneven part of the skirt certainly getting no nearer to laying flat]

[He's not entirely steady as he leans in to nuzzle at her thigh; the kisses he plants there are open-mouthed, almost sloppy in their eagerness]

[She's quick to follow the kisses--tugs at his hair and arches into him, somewhere between demanding and desperate. There's a certain urgency as she shifts against him, the flutter of her heart rate beneath his touch]

God, you're so pretty... Watching you's been about the best part of all this.

Pretty sure you're only saying that cause you can't see you.

[He sounds earnest - breathless - frankly a little awed]

[Then he doesn't sound like anything at all, because he's busy giving in to the tug of her hands, pressing a soft kiss at the crux between her legs]

[For once, he doesn't take his time about it - dives right in and starts by dragging his tongue up the center of her folds, firm pressure, nudging his way deeper]

Pretty sure I'm saying it 'cause I been watching you squirm for a while now and you always look real good. Like I should throw you down and do this every time...

[The words are already breathless from just the sight of him there flushed and desperate on his knees; they go even more ragged as he starts in on her in earnest, soon punctuated with sharp, panted encouragements]

Yes--like that-- Was gonna make you tell me more about how you wanted it--I like how your face gets so red when you--nn--talk-- But if you're gonna ask to lick me, couldn't say no...

[Indeed, she spreads even further for him, eager--hooks a leg over his shoulder to keep him close]

[He groans against her, at those words - at all of those words, and how she sounds saying them. And if perhaps the uneven spot in the skirt becomes a little more uneven at the possibility of her throwing him down and doing this again sometime - if perhaps his face gets markedly redder when she tells him how she'd planned to make him tell her more - surely her can't be blamed]

[Her leg doesn't have to do much work to keep him there; he presses in, just as eager, licking with firm strokes of his tongue. He doesn't aim for that little nub at the front just yet - keeps up what he was doing when she told him she wanted it "like that," delving deeper]

[He can't seem to stay still - shifts, there on his knees, and then shifts again, shuddering hard with every movement at the barely-there drag of fabric]

Nn--yes, Jacob... Y-you're so fucking good at this...

[Deeper comes incredibly welcome, and she shudders into the wet heat of that tongue--forgets to do much else for long moments as he laps at her]

'S not fair... Wanted--wanted to make you squirm longer, but--ah--

[She groans and knots her fingers in his hair, more for her own benefit than his--her legs press into his back as if needy to feel his weight against her]

[With the contact from her legs, she can feel the way he shudders, a tremble that runs though him like electricity. Certainly she can feel the way the encouragement makes him redouble his efforts - the way his tongue presses in, and in, and in, steady and rhythmic now, as though trying to earn another of those groans]

[One of his hands comes up to her thigh, restless, palm rubbing greedy over the soft skin. When she says she'd wanted to make him squirm longer, he whines, softly - shifts, and squirms again - can't quite seem to help the way his free hand trails to the front of his skirt to try and smooth it down one last time]

[Unfortunately he is too far away for a proper punishment--she barely notices at first, eyes fluttering shut and teeth dug into her lower lip as she arches into his tongue. Even when she does finally catch onto the reason for the movement and what exactly that rustle actually is, she seems more interested than anything, and the groans that follow are strained this time, shaky as the hand over his scalp.]

J-Jacob--

[A beat to swallow, though her mouth falls back open soon enough, panting breaths voiced and urgent]

You been so good-- Touch--touch yourself. I wanna hear you--wanna feel you...

[He outright groans, at that - and she does feel it, a low vibration that rushes through her where his tongue still works against her inner walls]

[She can see it, too, when he moves to comply - when his hand presses down more solidly against the top of the skirt, instead of that single surreptitious stroke - when his back arches and he can't help but rock forward into his own hand. He whimpers as he begins to rub, urgent little circles with his palm through the fabric]

[Through it all, he doesn't stop what he's doing - pointing his tongue so that he can lap as deep as he's able, free hand tracing shaky trails over her inner thigh]

[She curses breathlessly as he does--at the rumble of his groan and the prodding of his tongue at her entrance that jolts down to her toes. She clutches at him with hands and lips and thighs, clingy and trembling in a way that usually means she's close]

Yes, yes, don't stop-- Want you to feel good...w-want you to come with me...

[He whines, the sound muffled and borderline desperate - presses harder into his own hand, hips working against the pressure. He doesn't seem far from finishing, himself; certainly she can feel the way he's trembling]

[He works at her with an enthusiasm that borders on urgency, as though pushing her to the finish line is an imperative he can't refuse]

[She certainly can feel how he quakes, and it spurs her on to tremble along with him, voice rising to a nigh-constant drone--to scrabble at his back in desperate encouragement of the movements of his mouth and his hands and hell whatever it takes to get over the finish line]

Nn--Jacob, you-- I-I'm gonna--

[Before she can finish the warning, her hips judder helplessly forward--her whole body clenches tight around him with a hoarse cry]

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