seveninchmotto | Room 301, Saturday Evening

She closed her eyes briefly and let out a little moan.

"With me getting fingered until I come," she specified. "If I'm going to play with you, I need this first."

For her focus.

"Has it been awhile?" he asked, thrusting in and out several times before he crooked his fingers in that 'c'mere' gesture she loved so much.

Then, he added one more finger and did it again.

She still loved it. She moaned louder, and her hips came off the door as she rolled them against his hand.

"Since what?"

"Since you came," he told her, smiling and setting up a quicker, deeper motion with his fingers. "We didn't do anything when I last saw you."

"It's been a while." When eating and sleep had been falling by the wayside,a lot of other needs had as well. But she was making up for that now. She was pulling on his tie a little without even noticing. "Harder. Do it harder, baby, right now."

Bossy.

"Almost makes me want to stop and make you wait for it," Flick told her but his fingers didn't cease. He pushed his fingers into her, pressed his palm down and held there for a second before release. His fingers ran over her clit several times, back and forth, over and around.

And then he started fucking her with his fingers faster and harder, using the sheer strength in his arms to drive her back against the door.

Considering the plans she had for him, it could have been considered perfectly fair for him to withhold some pleasure from her right now. But it was still good that he didn't.

Because he got to see her writhe between him and the door, panting and gasping out tiny noises of pleasure. Her hips pushed off the door and her back tried to arch, and her legs were trembling just a little. Everything was tense when she was right on the edge.

And then the release came and made her whimper and pull hard on his tie because it was just that good.

"Wow, you came fast," he said and sounded pleased. His face was close to hers since she'd pulled on his tie and there was a contented look on his face.

Isabelle blinked her eyes open and gave him a lazy little smirk back. "Fast and hard is what I ordered for an appetizer," she remarked, as she reached down with her free hand to take his hand down between her legs by the wrist.

"Glad I could help, then," he told her, offering no resistance when she took his hand. He just continued to look pleased and smug and relaxed.

"It was top-notch help," she told him as she pulled his hand up. "Which is good, because I need you to do one more thing for me before I get down to business."

Would he be able to wonder what that was while she brought his hand up to her mouth and sucked one slick finger between her lips, though?

He absolutely would not because as soon as she did that, his brain short circuited. He exhaled loudly and felt his pants get tighter.

"And what's that?" he mumbled.

Isabelle made him wait for an answer, but she thought he'd be fine with that. She assumed his brain was stuck in a pleasant loop while she did her thing, anyway.

She sucked two fingers clean before saying anything further. "I need you to go up to your room and bring back all the dirty stuff I gave you for your birthday." She licked the third finger. "Blindfold, massage oil, spanking cream, restraints, everything."

Flick raised both eyebrows before nodding dumbly.

"Sure yeah," he breathed, nodding once again. "Everything. You got it."

"Good boy." So his reward was getting to watch her deal with that last finger. And possibly think about it being something else of his between her lips. "Now run along."

She let his hand go, and gave him a quick kiss. But not so quick as to not involve any tongue. Because there was no point if it didn't involve sharing the taste.

Obviously he needed to make the rip to the fifth floor and back with a hard-on.

Which he had. And which he adjusted slightly before slipping out of her room and walking briskly up to the fifth floor. He was glad that there weren't a lot of people around to see him walking with such an obvious erection but he probably wouldn't have cared even if a lot of people were around.

He grabbed a bag and shoved all his birthday presents into it before starting the trek back down to her room.

Meanwhile, Isabelle got naked. Or at least, she took off her dress and her bra. She left the heels on for now because they were fun.

And then she got a few things out from her own stash. Condoms, lube, toys. She wasn't sure what she'd end up going with, so she was making sure she had a selection at hand.

Flick eventually made his way back to her room. He knocked just to alert her that he was there before slipping inside and shutting the door behind him.

He blinked and then laughed when he saw that she'd lost her dress in the time he'd been gone. "Hello again."

"Hello." She was so very polite. And very naked. "Did you get everything? Bring them here."

Over to her bed where she'd dumped everything else.

"I got what you wanted," Flick told her, bringing his bag over and passing it to her so he could have his hands free to start unbuttoning his shirt.

It was warm, okay!

"I'd ask you what you thought you're doing," Isabelle noted, glancing at him while dumping the stuff with the rest, "but really, I do need you naked sometime soon."

"I need to get out of this suit," he told her, sliding his shirt off and taking his tee shirt off with it. His pants, shoes and socks came next. Then, he kicked his shorts away.

"You looked hot in it." In her biased but honest opinion. "I prefer you without it, though."

As evident from the leering.

"Well, you've got your wish," Flick said because his clothes were in a pile on the floor, he was hard and coming closer to the bed.

"Lay down, baby," she told him, watching as he moved closer. "Against the pillows."

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