When you wish upon a...(Gemorrah Nigh Club) (Popta

He leaned against the door and watched her undress, his eyes moving over each of her body parts appreciatively. It may not have been intended as a show, but Lochlann treated it as such. When she was undressed, Lochlann took off his jacket, mindful of his new wings, and tossed it on the floor.

He wanted to pounce on her, but with great restraint he waited, savoring the moment of just exploring her body with his eyes. There might have been something predatory behind the gaze....but that might have just been plain old lust, too.

If he didn't do something to her soon, he was pretty certain he'd die. Loch didn't bother to undress, just cover the distance between them in two easy strides.

He moved quickly and suddenly, pushing her knees apart and pressing against the space between. One hand grabbed her arms and held them above her head, and though his grip was firm, he left enough space that if she wanted to she could easily pull her hands free. His free hand started on her thigh and worked it's way up a slow and deliberate path to her breast, which he teased and groped.

"You look good enough to eat," He whispered in his ear, his breath hot, his tone low. He flicked is tongue against her neck, nibbled and sucked on it for a moment, and then continued. "...Which is exactly what I intend to do. And then....once you come...I'm going to flip you over this sink so you can watch me fuck you."

He was still groping her, grinding up against her, and he moved his mouth until it was only a breath away from her own. His eyes, normally green, had dilated to the point where they where almost black. "Any objections and you should let me know, because I won't be able to stop once we begin."

"Well, come on, boyfriend. Let's see what you got."

That was all the permission he needed.

He kissed her like a dying man, biting at her lip and licking the sting away. His hand left her breast and worked a slow journey down her stomach to the slick area between her legs. He teased her while he was kissing her, running his fingers lightly around her damp skin, brushing her clit with his thumb.

He wanted to feel her squirm. If the exliers were doing to Cecelia even half of what they were doing to him, she had to be aching right now. His head was swimming like he was drunk, but his only thoughts were of her and how badly he wanted to make her scream his name.

Loch was glad she kept her hands up, because if she tried to touch him it might be enough to throw him over the edge. He became more vigorous with his hand until he finally slid one finger inside her, keeping his thumb rubbing against her clit in a rythmic pattern, mimicking the way he planned on fucking her.

He broke his kiss right when he did this, trailing a series of frantic kisses down her neck and collarbone. He finally let go of her arms and brought his hand and mouth to her breasts, squeezing and licking and sucking as he saw fit. His body was hot and feverish and this close, her skin was soft and smelled like perfume and lust. It was driving him mad with how badly he needed her, and his touch continued to reveal this.

Lochlann started to kneel, keeping one hand on her breast, the other inside her, and nibbled his way down her stomach and to her sex. He flicked his tongue against her, then trailed his way back up, and he teased as long as he could because he wanted to make her beg.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, and he moved his thumb and brought his mouth to her.

"Say my name when you come," he ordered, "Because I won't stop until you do."

And then he was on her, his eyes clothed, his tongue keeping rythm with his hand. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and them put his free hand right back on Chell's breast. If he died right now, he'd be pretty damn okay with it.

Lochlann was enjoying every second of this.

Actually, that was an understatement. He was reveling in the way her body squirmed and twisted beneath him and the taste of her was driving him wild with lust. His heart was racing and his t-shirt was clinging to his body, damp with sweat. The elixer was really doing a number on him, but so was the feel of her fingers tangled in his hair and the little gasping breaths she was taking.

"Then I won't say your name!" she said, surprised at how coherent that sounded in between gasps. "Shit, that feels so good, so good, I might have to actually date you."

The first part Lochlann took as a challenge, and he slid another finger into work, his mouth more frantic. The second part he took as a compliment and, Lochlann hoped, a sign that she'd be willing to do this again sometime. He only had to survive tonight without dragging her into a river or dying from pleasure.

She leaned back, giving him a whole new angle and he groped her harder with his free hand, and then it happened.

Cecelia was screaming his name and her body was trembling beneath him in the way he'd been thinking about since he laid eyes on her. She sat back up, pushing her hair back, and Lochlann withdrew from her slowly, giving one last teasing look.

She pushed Lochlann's hair back and grinned. "Come on."

The words were barely out of her mouth when Lochlann unzipped his pants and freed his girth. He grabbed her and flipped her over quickly, bending her over the sink.

He nudged her legs apart again, rubbing his cock against her clit while he leaned over her. His right hand was back on her breast and he was rougher now, squeezing and sometimes pinching, using any reactions as a que to go harder or relax. His other hand pulled her hair, angling her head up to the mirror. Lochlann's face was against her neck and he kissed her jawline, practically growling into her ear. "Watch," he ordered. "I want to see the look on your face when I take you."

He didn't give her time to respond, sliding his cock into her hard.

A part of him thought fucking her would be a relief, but it only drove him further towards the edge. He rode her hard, forcing her body up closer to the sink, and he let go of her hair for a moment to pull one of her legs back. He took advantage of the rocking motion to push her even closer to the sink, so each thrust would press her clit up against the cold porcelain.

His hands roamed her body, and though their preferred spot was her breasts, he fingers explored her skin, gripping her hip, tangling themselves in her hair, running them up and down her arms, her back. He nibbled on her, too, hungry kisses and bites down her neck, across her shoulders, her back.

"Fuck, you feel good,"he breathed in her ear, his voice low. The one benefit--or detriment, depending--was that Loch was not fast. He rode her long and hard while his pleasure built and built until he was absolutely dizzy with it.

"I want to make you come again," he whispered, biting her ear. "But I don't want to stop. You're too hot, too wet, you feel too good.


It wouldn't be much longer now. He was so close to the edge that anything might push him over.

He. Was. So. Close.

Her bucking and the frantic way Cecelia gasped his name made him tilt his head back in pleasure, and Lochlann was starting to lose himself to the pleasure.

"Come for me, Loch."

Her hand reached his on her breast and Lochlann made a low noise in the back of his throat, his breath coming faster, and he worked her even harder, trying to take her over the edge with him.

When it finally happened, it was like a wave broke out against him and Loch was helpless and caught in the current. He dropped one of his hands onto the sink to support himself while he came, though he continued to grope her with the other. His breath caught in the back of his throat and he whispered out her name.

He stayed pressed against her for a moment, just enjoying the feel of her body while the last waves of pleasure dissipated, but it seemed to take forever, which was probably some of the exlier's doing. He conveniently ignored the fact that glitter seemed to have shot off his wings, too.

Lochlann pulled back and tucked himself back into his jeans, giving her the opportunity to turn over if she wanted, but still staying close. "I could do you one more time, with my mouth, if you need," he said, and then gave her another low grin. "But then I'm seriously going to need a drink."

And, if he was being honest, he should probably eat something. It wouldn't be too long before he would be looking to go again, and the second time was always dangerous. He ran a hand through his damp hair, contemplative.

She had a great ass, though, and he was reluctant to see her back in clothes.

"Let's take a breather on the sex, boyfriend...I have something much more interesting to offer. Follow me." Her voice had changed, but if Lochlann noticed he didn't mention it.

He was intrigued, mostly because he wasn't sure what could be more interesting than watching her get dressed. He'd memorized so he could play it backwards again in his head.

He followed her out the door, brushing his hair back with one hand, tucking the other in the pocket, and followed her again to one of the couches outside. The second floor's lights were warm hues, but somehow the effect was chilly, turning the moon blood red.

He had no idea of the danger he was in.

She settled onto the couch next to her and found he was glad to sit, stretching out his bad leg. He was still woozy from the elixer, feeling like he could both take on the world and sleep for six days all at once. As far as a high went, he was enjoying riding this one.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked. Unlike her, his voice still had the low, husky quality of someone asleep.