Leather

Disclaimer- Not mine. Naughty Dog's. This would have happened if they were mine and I'd make lots of money from it. Instead of the no money I get for writing these.

---Leather---

He was dragging down her pants as the door slammed shut behind them, her arms curled around his neck, sucking on his tongue like she wished it was something else entirely.

He finally got her clothing out of the way, pulling away from her mouth to bend her back and close his lips over one tight nipple. She groaned, buried a hand in his hair, the other clutching at his side.

He pulled her closer, kept one arm holding her to his body as his other hand slid down her stomach, slipping between the slick lips of her body, stroking up and down, searching and teasing.

She gasped, bucked against his hand as he pushed just right, he did it again, sucking hard on her breast to make her gasp and whimper. Struggling, she hooked one leg around his hips, grinding further against his hand, pushed herself back onto his leather clad erection.

He shuddered, teeth closing around the bud of her breast. She did it again, rolling against him to make him buck against her again.

Long fingers continue to stroke between her wet lips, thumb and forefinger rolling over and over again, catching, pinching and releasing just she started to find a rhythm for release.

“Stop it...” her words caught on her panting breath. “Stop... teasing... Torn!”

He smirked around his mouthful, drawing back with a few last, lingering licks to the very tip. “So what would you rather, ma’am?”

Her words were cut off as he pushed one finger into her, massaging inside her. She bucked, pleasure rocking through her when he took up the same leisurely pinch and release of before.

She thrust mindlessly, using the strength of her leg to pull him deeper, first one finger, then two. He obliged her, thrusting harder and deeper, angling the pad of his thumb to rub upwards, firm against her sensitive skin.

She felt heat rush over her, hot and cold and hot again, her muscles going tense as she started to come, bucking against her lover with soft moans.

Her eyes fell shut as the pleasure seeped away. She was being laid backwards, she felt the bed under her back, her legs loosely hanging from the edge of the mattress whilst she basked in the afterglow of pleasure.

Opened her eyes to see him shrugging out of the jacket.

“No! Leave it.” Propped herself up on her elbows. “I want you dressed. I want to feel leather and armour under my arms and legs when you take me.” Licked her lips and spread her legs, the air cold after the heat of orgasm. “Don’t you like that idea, Torn? Taking your superior, like a quickie between shifts, bare skin on leather?”

He grinned – she loved his grins, feral and sharp – and undid those skin tight pants she loved to see him in. She watched intently, he kept the belt done up and she tried to imagine how it was going to feel, the bands of hide and scale and pinpricks of metal rubbing against her as he fucked her.

She shivered, cupped one breast in her hand and squeezed. “Move it on, soldier.”

“Ma’am.” And it occurred to her that he was deliberately taking his time, ‘struggling’ with the material to make her squirm.

She didn’t care when he finally eased his swollen erection free, biting his lip and hissing slightly as he did so. She eyed him off, squeezed her breast again, rolling her hand to flick her nipple. “Stop posing and earn your keep.”

He caught her ankle, pulled it up over his shoulder. She spread her legs further, beckoning with one finger. His weight bore down, she wrapped her other leg around him, bucked up against the heat that teased along her slit.

His hands landed either side of her shoulders; chuckling, he looked her in the eye and rocked again, groaning as she felt him slide between her damp flesh and back again, refusing her what she wanted.

“Torn! Fuck me! Now!” Her voice harsh, words snarled between her gritted teeth. “That’s an order!”

Grabbing her shoulders, he shifted himself and then thrust.

She wailed, bucking up against him as he pushed into her. He was good inside her, long and hard, she twisted her hips to make him growl for her.

“That the best you got?”

He thrust harder without ever withdrawing, his hands on her shoulders forcing him deeper. “You want more, you can try asking nicely, Ashe.” He dragged a calloused fingertip over her breast. “Or,” he leant down further, and this close she could feel his breath shake, no matter how steady he sounded, “maybe you want me to talk to you. Growl in your ear.”

“Yes,” she purred.

Her eyes closed, she felt his breath move away, then sudden emptiness, her eyes flying open to catch the look she knew he’d have when he thrust back in. The force made her gasp, her eyes rolling back as the leather rubbed her clit.

“You want to hear me while I fuck you?” He drew out, slammed in again and paused. “Because you’re driving me out of my mind.” Another slam, and he was trembling with his restraint. “Ashe...”

She caught his jaw in her hand and pulled him into a deep kiss, teasing her fingers under his chin. Then squeezed tight around him.

He was moving, pumping in and out of her, voice a guttural growl in her ear as he held her against his body. Her breasts crushed against his chest, nipples raking back and forth against each other. His hips snapped back and forth, leather creaking under her legs, belts rubbing against her clit as he slammed in over and over.

Hungrily, they rocked together, slick and heated, her slit hungrily drawing his cock deeper and deeper, her legs tightening on his hips so she could rub against the welcome bulge of his buckles.

Heat burnt in her, pulses each time his hips crashed into her. Her body jolted each time, twisting higher on the pleasure, slick juices splattering her inner thighs as Torn shifted, a knee coming onto the bed.

She groped at his back, his thighs, heated whimpers escaping her lips. He pressed closer, tongue sliding between her lips; she welcomed it, wanted more of him in her.

Another few thrusts and she wanted more than he was giving, took the next push with a moan and flipped him over, sliding deeper onto hip as he tried to move further onto the bed.

Bracing herself on his chest she wriggled, changed her angle and started to ride him.

Every slap of leather on skin brought her across the belts, dragging pleasure from her. His hand moved restlessly, on her hips, on her breasts, sliding over her in an aimless caress, a leg against her back as she straightened, his foot on the bed driving himself up further and harder between her dripping lips.

She had almost found it, slamming into him, choking on her breath as he growled and then his fingers, wicked, knowing fingers, catching her clit and rubbing, sliding in next to his cock and out and over her and she trembled and cried out.

Hands, tight on her hips, slamming her down two, three more times and he was silent, always silent, face twisted with pleasure and heat rushed through her as she sank down onto him.

His arms wrapped around her, hand stroking her hair from her face. She shuddered, pressed in against his chest, cheek flat to him.

“Earned my keep?”

She chuckled and sat up, sliding off him. He leant up on his elbows, watched her pick up her uniform and shake it out.

“Off?”

“I have rounds.” She stepped into her pants and buckled them. “You?”

“Off ‘til morning.” He started taking off his sweat damp jacket and shirt.

“I’ll see you tonight then.” She bent down and kissed him, dragging her nails over his bare chest. “This time I’ll keep the leathers on.”

His feral grin kept her company on her rounds.