Room 301, Monday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was having trouble focusing.

She didn't even have anything in particular that needed her undivided attention, so it shouldn't have been a problem. But it was annoying. She didn't like moods like this. What was the point of not being able to get lost in doing anything? Ugh. And she'd already been down at the gym training, too. And both her closets were as organized as they were going to get. And she didn't feel like shopping.

So, this was how you ended up pacing around the room like a caged animal. It was not a good look on her.

Maybe she needed to go for a run or something.

[ooc: Open post, open door!]

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[seveninchmotto]

"I don't know if I believe that, baby," she murmured with a mischievous smirk. "Are you sure? If I get rough with screwing you here in a second, you think you can handle it?"

[flickofthewrist]

"I know I can," he said, all confidence. "No thinking about it."

[seveninchmotto]

"And can I trust you to tell me if you can't?"

Just checking. She reached for the lube again with her free hand. This time, it went on the toy strapped on her hips.

[flickofthewrist]

"Yes," he said, nodding a few times. "You can trust me. I'll tell you."

[seveninchmotto]

"Good." With one last curve, her fingers were sliding out. "Because you're about to get fucked, baby, and I don't want it to hurt." Not in any unintended ways, anyway. Biting didn't count. She moved more directly behind him. "Time to let go of yourself."

[flickofthewrist]

"You gonna ask nicely?" he wondered, still stroking though he'd lightened up a touch and wasn't doing it as fast or hard any longer.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle dragged her lubed fingers up the center of his back a little bit as she leaned in and gave his shoulder a bite or two. Just gentle nipping, for now.

"Please."

[flickofthewrist]

"Okay." He took a breath and let go of his cock. He braced his other hand against the wall now and bowed his head, just waiting.

[seveninchmotto]

"Thank you," Isabelle whispered. Her hand wrapped around the toy, and she guided it to his ass.

And then pushed in. Slow and smooth but unrelenting.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick tensed briefly at the first push but it didn't last long. His body recognized what was happening and he relaxed. His breath whooshed out and he leaned a little heavier on his hands.

He was fine. He was just fine.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle put her hands on his hips and leaned against his back a little. She pulled her hips back and rolled them against him again, still slow for now. She wanted him to have a chance to get used to the feeling again.

"You okay there, baby?" she murmured. "Good to get screwed until you either come or beg for release?"

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm good. I'm fine," Flick assured her, nodding. "Keep going. Don't stop now."

[seveninchmotto]

"Wasn't going to."

In fact, he got a nice big quicker thrust for his troubles. And another one.

[flickofthewrist]

"Good. God," Flick moaned, controlling his breathing as best he could and closing his eyes tightly. "Yeah, that's good. That's really good."

[seveninchmotto]

"Yeah, it is." There was some friction and pressure involved for her, too. Her hands gripped his hips a little tighter. She needed that for getting into a good rhythm of pushing her hips against his ass. "Moan for me again, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"I will." He turned to look back at her, smirking deviously. "When it's deserved."

[seveninchmotto]

"When it's deserved?" Isabelle asked, tilting her head. "Hmm."

She moved her hips a little bit before the next thrust in, changing the angle a little. No one could blame her for wanting to try to recreate the effect her curving fingers had had.

[flickofthewrist]

No one would be blaming her from his side of things. He definitely felt that and clamped down on any sounds coming out just to be a prick. But, the muscles in his arms tightened and he bowed his head again, letting the new sensations and feelings surge through him.

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh, I know what you're doing," she murmured when he made no sound. Her nails pressed into his skin as she thrust in again. And again. Getting that little bit quicker and a little rougher, too. "Stubborn puppy."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick struggled to keep quiet but he did. His body was certainly reacting by tensing and tightening up on him but he was going to be damn stubborn and resistant by keeping his moans to himself.

He rocked forward with her thrusts, blinking his eyes open and looking at himself in her mirror. He breathed.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smirked at him deviously over his shoulder, through the mirror. Her hips were settling into a good pace now. Nice and quick and harsh, with an angle that seemed to work.

"Come on, baby, no moans?" she asked him. "Nothing? You're rock hard and getting screwed and I can see how you're tensing all over. Let it out. I want to hear it."

[flickofthewrist]

"Haven't been made to moan yet," he stuttered out, breathing roughly and bracing himself against the wall. He caught her eyes in the mirror and matched her smirk with one of his own. Still stubborn.

He desperately wanted to touch himself, stroke and jerk and come but he couldn't so he didn't.

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh come on, baby," Isabelle replied without letting her own smirk falter. "You want to. I want to. Would you like to hear that, baby?"

She wasn't going to bother waiting for a reply. So on the next firm, sharp thrust, she moaned. Nothing fake about it, either. The pressure felt good, and watching him had her pretty revved up too.

[flickofthewrist]

"Make me moan," he mumbled, voice trembling a bit. He was really breathing quick and shallow now and he wanted so badly to touch himself. So badly.

Hearing her moan did nothing to help his resolve, though. He didn't moan but he did let a ragged sigh escape through his lips.

[seveninchmotto]

"Let yourself."

Isabelle leaned against his back. This meant two things. One, her thrusts got shorter. Her hips didn't move as far from his ass as they had before. But they weren't any less quick or hard or deep. If anything, they were more so. She was putting her stamina to good use, slamming her hips against his ass again and again and again. She wanted him to feel this for a while.

Two, she could lick a strip of his shoulder and neck before biting it. "I bet you're aching," she murmured. "I bet you want to come so badly."