13 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Cecilia London @authorclondon vs Jody Wallace @jodywallace #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231Cecilia London – Conscience

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 “Hold on to me.” Jack pushed her up against the wall, his thumb circling around her clit as he kept two fingers inside her. “You like that?” He groaned when she clenched his hair in her fists. “I’m taking that as a yes.”

She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall. “How do you always know what to do to me?”

Jack kissed her collarbone. “I know you get off on the sound of my voice,” he whispered. “Everything else is dumb luck.”

Caroline gasped. How could he say that, knowing how she reacted to him? “This is much more than luck.”

“Are you saying I’m good at what I do?”

She gasped again as he quickened his movements. “So. Good.”

He wrapped his left arm around her waist, holding her up. “I have been waiting for this all damn day.”

Caroline buried her nose in his neck, whimpering quietly as he continued to stroke her.

“You’re close,” he said, after an unusually short amount of time. “I want to be inside you. For as long as possible. Do you want that, baby? Do you want me to fuck you right here against this wall?”

She arched against him, biting at his neck, clawing into his shoulders. He held her tighter, continuing to caress her gently as she came against his hand, calling out his name. He kept stroking her until her spasms subsided and she fell forward into his chest.

“Jerk,” she panted. “You know what it does to me when you talk to me like that.”

Jack wiped the perspiration from her brow. “Can you stand up?”

Caroline took a deep breath. “Not really. But that doesn’t mean I’m totally non-functioning.” She knelt down on the floor, running her hand along his thigh until she reached his zipper. She stroked his erection through the tailored material of his suit pants.

“I’ve been thinking about chocolate,” he said. “Can you tell?”

“The hell you have.” She unzipped his pants, making an executive decision to dispense with any blow job foreplay. He was already hard as a rock. No need to waste any time using her hands. Caroline took him in her mouth.

Jack tousled her hair. “You won’t need to do that for very long. Just until you can stand up straight again.” He groaned. “And I hope you can stand soon. Jesus.”

She looked up at him, then at his pocket, and snapped her fingers. He took the condom out and handed it to her. She drew back and tore the package open, squeezing his cock in her hand.

“Are you a mime now?” he asked.

She laughed. “How fortuitous you didn’t say that while you were in my mouth or you’d have a very unattractive bite mark on your favorite body part right now.” She rolled the condom onto his length. “Mimes don’t snap, Monty.”

He pulled her to her feet. “Good, because I expect you to make as much noise as you want. This part of the mansion is deserted for a reason.”

“We should try to maintain some propriety in here,” Caroline said. “Don’t you think?”

Jack pushed her against the wall, spread her legs apart with his knee, and thrust inside her. A slick, fluid motion without a hint of awkwardness or unease. Yes, the man knew what he was doing. He smiled when she cried out. “What the public doesn’t know won’t hurt them,” he said.

A valid statement. She wrapped her arms around him. “I love you, Jack.”

He stopped moving. “What was that?”

Caroline grinned. “I meant, oh Mr. Governor. Give it to me. Ooh baby. Harder.”

He laughed. “You little minx,” he said, thrusting inside her again.

She moaned as he plunged in and out of her. He started to breathe faster. She clung to his shoulders, panting with every move he made.

“I love the sound of your voice, sweetheart,” he said. “But sometimes your nonverbal communication is a hell of a lot better.”

Caroline leaned into his neck, her sweat mingling with his. “Faster, Jack,” she whispered. “Faster.”

He pushed into her so hard that she flew off the floor, her shoes coming off her feet. Jack held her steady against the wall, kicking her pumps aside so that she stood there in just her nylons. He moved inside her, his pace increasing. She could hear the fulfilling slap of his skin against hers, could feel the sweet bite of his zipper against her pussy as the warmth inside her began to build and he drove her to orgasm again. Caroline screamed his name as he exploded inside her. Or inside the condom, to be precise. How the hell was that sucker still intact? She collapsed around him, her knees weak.

He held her up and withdrew from her slowly. “I think the first lady needs to visit me in my office more often.”

cooltext129750505189949Jody Wallace –  Traitor 

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Unlike the first time they’d kissed, when Niko had been under the influence of the drug, he took his time parting her lips and tangling his tongue with hers. Sarah let him lead, since she’d thrown herself at him with the proposal. She hoped the fact that he was kissing her while sporting a hard-on meant they’d soon be having sex.

So she could whisper secrets to him, of course.

He slipped both hands around her and positioned her hips where he wanted them. She loved the feel of his fingers pinning her against his cock. She twined one leg around his to draw him closer.

The movement of her thigh rumpled the hem of her dress high enough that his fingertips encountered flesh. His teeth tugged her bottom lip as he palmed her nearly bare ass. Sarah squirmed, aching already.

“What the hell are you wearing under… Ah.” He encountered her tiny underpants and kissed her again, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She thought her heart might explode when he made quick work of her panties, then
flung his shirt to the floor.

Ship blinked the lights once and lowered them further, the standard sign it was reducing its surveillance during private activities. Because Niko was a prisoner, it wouldn’t be the iso mode Ship normally granted, but it should suffice.

Provided she could remember what she intended to tell him. His touch was making her head spin.

He lifted her easily. She wrapped her thighs around his waist, desperate to kiss him, taste him, reassure him this was real. His hard cock rubbed her in just the right spot. She stroked his shoulders, digging her fingers into the tense muscles. He groaned into her mouth and carried her over to his narrow bunk.

As soon as he released her, he stripped off her short dress, baring her whole body to his gaze. He smoothed his hands down her arms and cupped her breasts reverently. The nipples tightened. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

She reached for him, but he pushed her a little roughly onto the bed. “Spread your legs for me. I want to see you.”

She hesitated. His dark eyes burned. He grabbed her knees and pried them apart, staring at her like he could figure her out by memorizing her intimate folds.

His low-slung grey pants didn’t conceal the jut of his cock. The mattress shifted, accommodating his weight as he climbed onto the bottom. Crawled between her thighs. When he leaned down and placed his mouth against the inside of her knee, she shivered.

“I don’t know if I can trust you.” His hot breath tickled her leg. “But I want you, Sarah.”

“This is a conjugal visit, so you can have…ah!” She gasped when he sank his teeth into her thigh. The pain shot through her like a laser blast.

She grabbed for his head to make him stop, but he caught her wrist. “No. You’re lucky I’m not punishing you for what you did.”

“W-which part of what I did?”

He dropped a kiss on her thigh, never losing sight of her face. “For losing your tablet after I told you to put better security on it. That was
careless.”

Did that mean he understood? She licked her lips, prepared to ask, but he bit her again before sucking the blood to the surface of her skin.

It hurt. She yelped and tried to wriggle off the bed, but he used his much greater strength to trap her in position. She had no chance against him–and didn’t want one. When she gave up and flopped back against the pillow, he smiled.

“Are you sorry now?” he asked.

“I’m not sorry. This just isn’t what I expected,” she said breathlessly. Why in the universe was struggling with Niko…and losing…even more arousing than kissing him? She could feel her own wetness like a cool touch.

“From this point on, if you try to stop me, I will stop,” he warned her. He pushed her thighs wider until her ligaments stretched. “Put your hands above your head, out of my way.”

“Why?” She didn’t want to lie there passively. She wanted to show him how much she welcomed this. She wanted her fist around his cock, her lips on his body. She wanted the taste of him in her mouth and the feel of her fingernails in his gluteal muscles.

Her longing was so fierce that she tried to sit up, but he pushed her back. “You can’t touch me, or this is going to happen way too fast. I want this to last the whole hour and twenty-eight minutes we have left. I need to control you-me. Both of us.”

Slowly she placed her hands above her head. Raising her arms to lie supine before him made her feel powerless. “You can’t tie me up, you know. Ship would take that as a sign of aggression from a prisoner.”

“I won’t have to tie you up if you do what I tell you.” He leaned over her and dropped a kiss on her knee, gentle as a teardrop. She sighed when his hot mouth opened against her skin. Perhaps he was done torturing her and would…

He bit her again. She flinched. But she forced her hands to remain above her head. Once she mastered the urge to obstruct the pain, the ripple of it changed to something more like pleasure.

He nibbled his way toward her core, sometimes biting her hard enough that she hissed, sometimes licking her so tenderly she panted. On her opposite thigh, his hand slid down, down, closer and closer to her center.

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