Fandom: White Collar
Word Count: 669
Beta Credit: elrhiarhodan
Warnings: Porn, pure and not so simple
Summary: What happens at midnight.
Author’s Notes – Written for pooh_collector for the 4th day of my 12 Days of Christmas Meme. She requested “Slow Combinations of the Night – Peter/Elizabeth/Neal”.
Midnight was the best time. It was the hour when all the stresses of the day were gone and it was only them. Her foot moved against his calf, nudging gently, softly, but with clear intent. A low chuckle escaped him as he rolled her underneath him, stealing her breath with delicately peppered kisses along her jaw and neck.
She stretched, arching into him, loving the weight of his body holding her down. She reached for his cock, stroking it to hardness, spreading the moisture from the tip over the head.
He moaned, thrusting into her hand, his knee spreading her thighs apart so he could settle between them. She guided him inside her, still open and wet from earlier, whimpering when he slid past that spot that made her melt. They moved in unison, flexing rhythmically, drawing out their arousal in a long, slow simmer.
She turned her head, whispered, “Kiss me,” and was rewarded when a hungry mouth captured hers, seeking entrance with lips and tongue. She took the kiss deeper, just like the cock inside her, spiraling her need higher and higher. Breathless, she broke away and demanded, “Now him.”
Watching them kiss made her shiver. Lips on lips, fighting for dominance. She would be the first to admit that this turned her on like nothing else. Her hands caressed their chests, feeling the twitch of their skin, the hardening of their nipples when she ran her thumbs over them.
They stayed that way for a while, trading lips, touches; soft laughter and quiet moans the only sounds. She coasted, desire cresting and falling with the strokes of their fingers on her breasts, her stomach, her clit.
Like mind readers, they moved fluidly, one pulling out of her, the other taking his place, inch by inch, until she was full again. “Love you,” said in a voice thick with desire, before she found herself astride, a modern day Boudicca on her stallion. Head tilted, her neck bared to an assault of kisses and bites sure to leave bruises the next day. Hands on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, chest flush to her back, a hard cock resting against her ass.
She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped as they rocked her back and forth between them, fingers at her pussy, rubbing on each side of her clit. The heat building, volcanic in its pressure, and then, when she could barely breathe, the command.
“Come for us.”
She did, flying apart with a keen, her orgasm spiraling throughout her body, the world going white as all she could do was feel.
Coming back to awareness, flushed and sated, she let herself fall, knowing they would catch her.
Kisses on her face, down her spine, before she was rolled on her back again. A low chuckle and a snap of hips told her they were far from finished.
She mewled, the sensations almost painful as they switched places, growling when he teased her with the head of a cock before he pushed in. She knew immediately when their play started, could feel the swelling, heard the gasp of breath and “oh god” as fingers breached a willing hole. She canted her hips, pulling him in deeper, syncopating the movements with her body.
“Now…ready now…” was answered by a drawn out “Yesss,” when they finally connected, cock in ass, cock in pussy.
She gloried in it. The thrusting, bodies moving, sweating, panting. Fucking her, fucking each other, no idea where the three of them began or ended.
She urged them on, begging them to go faster, harder, telling them she loved them, needed them, wanted them. They replied with moans and curses, pummeling her into the mattress as she sobbed her pleasure.
They came together, moans and screams punctuating the air, before collapsing, one on top of her, the other to the side of her.
Replete and content, she gathered them to her, stroking their hair as they caressed her body.
Yes, she thought. Midnight WAS the best time.