Mattell Random Legacy, 4.40.5

Wait! Have you read chapter 4.40 Party Spirit? This is a direct follow-on and won't make sense without having done so.

  “Last chance to stop this.” Leighton muttered as Shaena pushed the door closed behind him. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible. “Too late.” He announced against her mouth, scooping her up and setting her down on her bed. He leaned over her as he once again ran his fingers down her side. He continued past her waist this time, all the way to the hem of her dress. She expected him to pull it up and off as soon as he could, but instead he slipped his hand under the skirt, pushing his hand between her leg and the tight fabric until he made it to her hip and her underwear.

  “Plumbob above, your skin’s so soft, and you smell so amazing, and…” He stopped talking and instead kissed a trail down her neck.

  “And what?” Shaena asked, curious.

  “Nothing. What’s that scent? I literally want to eat you.” Shaena froze. Having a vampire tell you they literally wanted to eat you was a new experience, and she wasn’t sure what kind of literally he meant. “Shit.” He pulled back, feeling her freeze up, and looked her in the eyes. “Sorry, not literally. Well, ok, I’d love to see if you taste as good as you smell, but… Sorry, I don’t really know what to say. You know what I mean, right?” Shaena nodded her head yes, giggling a little at Leightons attempt to explain himself.

  “Last chance.” Leighton grinned as he took hold of her underwear.

  “I thought I already had my last chance at the door?” Shaena raised an eyebrow.

  “Just making sure.” He leaned down and started up kissing again while he pulled her panties down to her knees, Shaena bent her legs so he could slide them off without breaking the kiss. He trailed his fingers back up her silky smooth leg to the hem of her dress once again. He tugged a little, but realised it wasn’t going anywhere with her lying on the bed and him on top. He knelt on the bed, one leg either side of her as he used both hands to tug the tight material over her head.

He balled the material up and threw it over his shoulder as he gazed down at her naked body; his prize. Shaena squirmed a little under his stare, uncomfortable with the attention, so Leighton pulled his shirt over his head, quickly throwing it behind him too as he leaned down to kiss her again.

Shaena could feel his kiss getting more desperate, his fingers teased her nipple before skimming over her flat stomach and finding her clit. She gasped as he stroked her gently, and instinctively she spread her legs apart. All there was for a blissful few minutes was him, her, and his practiced caress. She didn’t even notice when he stopped kissing her to watch her pleasure, she wouldn’t have let him watch if she’d known. He watched her expression as he worked his magic, enjoying her light, panting breaths. He could hardly take it anymore, his trousers were becoming very uncomfortable and restricting. He wanted to do this, though. He wanted to show some self control, for himself more than anything. It had already been two months, the longest he’d gone in over two hundred years, but he didn’t care. He was waiting for her.

He pushed a finger inside her, she moaned quietly, and he wanted so desperately to hear her scream his name. Unfortunately, the two boys slept in rooms either side of hers, and nobody wanted that conversation. He slipped in a second finger and she gasped a little. His brain suddenly reminded him how long it had been for her, halting his ideas of tasting her before he even realised he was thinking them.

  “Leighton-“ Shaena couldn’t finish whatever she was trying to say. His strong fingers played a skilful rhythm, and her hands clutched at the bed sheets as she threw her head from side-to-side, subconsciously denying herself the pleasure he was giving her.

  “That’s it, baby, come for me.” Leighton’s voice growled low in her ear, before he slipped his tongue into her mouth, trying to illicit a response. She was too far gone to respond, so he changed to pressing gentle kisses on her lips as he sped his fingers up. Her legs closed on his arm, her mind trying to force her not to enjoy this, but her body wouldn’t obey. Leighton smiled to himself as she threw her head back and squirmed beneath him, finally succumbing to her orgasm.

He let her recover for a few moments, watching her panting, trying to catch breath. She opened her eyes and saw him smiling down at her, blushing a little, she lifted herself to kiss him, silently thanking him.

She trailed her fingers to his trousers, tugging at the button.

  “More?” He teased, moving his hands to help her free him from his restraints, using his thumbs to pull both his trousers and boxers down his thighs. He paused, reaching around to his back pocket, he straightened up as he struggled to force his hand inside.

  “What’s up?” Shaena asked, trying to keep her eyes on his face. He pulled his hand out and placed a condom between his teeth while he backed off the bed and removed the remainder of his clothes. Shaena took the opportunity to reposition herself, resting her head on the pillows as Leighton slipped the thin rubber over his member, and climbed back onto the bed. He kissed her gently as he parted her legs and teased her with his finger again. Shaena gasped quietly, there was no going back now, but she didn’t want to go back. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted Alex.

  “You’re so fucking wet.” Leighton moaned as he started kissing down her neck, running his finger up her stomach to take her breast in hand as he pushed himself against her opening. He thrust himself in, joining their bodies for the first time and waiting a second or two for her to get used to his size, before starting a gentle rhythm. It was in those first moments he realised he had wanted this for longer than he’d imagined. He’d had countless women since his wife had died fifty years ago, but none of them had ever meant a thing. He’d had a few girlfriends, including a brief disastrous fling with Bonnie, and whatever he and Kaity had had. But this was different. This wasn’t just about getting off and making himself look good by getting his partner to scream his name. This wasn’t about seeing how many shapes the female body could be contorted into. This was about healing a broken girl, showing what sex could be. This was about Shaena. It had always been about Shaena. He’d always thought she was beautiful, ever since he’d first laid eyes on the quiet twenty-three year old girl keeping to herself behind her loud, daring best friend. He remembered the first time he’d come home with Kaity, and she was cleaning the kitchen for her. He remembered the quiet sigh and slight shake of the head when she’d seen the state her friend was in, and could hear her voice telling Kaity that her six month old twins would probably want feeding soon so she had better stick around for a bit. He felt guilty overlooking her, always seeing her as the friend and never the goal. She was worth so much more than that and although Kaity and Shaena still, and always would, came as a package deal, it was the Shaena part he was here for, and it always had been. She had been the reason he’d always wanted to come back here rather than his own house. Just the thought that he might catch a glimpse of her golden skin, or sandy hair as she pushed past them in the doorway, returning to her own house. The hope that he might exchange a few words with the shy girl who would arrive early in the morning to tend to her cousin’s children, while her cousin stumbled around, trying to make herself presentable for work. He didn’t know how he’d missed it all those years, but was glad she was his now.

  “This is torture.” Shaena panted quietly, breaking him out of his thoughts. Leighton had forgotten he was still being gentle. He looked down at her, her face a mix of pleasure and pain, almost glaring back at him. He smiled. Shaena Lansing was underneath him, naked, and begging for more. A shock ran to his stomach, a little thrill of happiness as he readily granted her unspoken requests. He watched as her eyes fluttered closed and she chewed on her lip, memorising her perfect features for a rainy day.

His mouth hungrily kissed her neck, moving down, along her collar bone. His hips steadily rocked into her, and an arm wrapped around her leg, pushing it towards her chest as he ploughed ever deeper. As the sensations began to take effect, her nails dug into his back, and he took a sharp intake of breath at the mild pain. She forced herself to relax her hands, and opened her eyes to see how hurt he was. He was staring at her, a deep hunger in his eyes and a cheeky grin playing on his lips. She briefly wondered what he was thinking, but his movements took over and her ability to speak was lost. She pulled his face to hers, and kissed away his smile as he began moving in small, circular motions, her hips meeting his thrusts and bringing them to a joint ecstacy.

Mattell Random Legacy, 4.31.5

Random adult bonus chapter.

THIS CHAPTER IS FOR 18+ ONLY.

SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE.

WELL, SCENE. AND STRONG LANGUAGE.

“Mmmm, I’m hungry.” Kaity grinned as she knelt before him.

“Would you like me to make you something?” Winter teased, playing along.

“Hm. You can help?” She offered, leaning over and running her fingertips over the growing bulge in his trousers. “But what I want doesn’t take much preparation.” She winked, before moving her fingers to the zipper.

“Kaity, stop.” He sighed, taking her hands.

“Why?” Kaity pouted. “I’ve not seen you for a week, you don’t think we’re just going to sleep, do you?” Winter raised an eyebrow and breathed a laugh, before leaning over and kissing her gently.

“Do you not think we have something to talk about first?” He hinted.

“Like what?” Kaity asked, turning her head away. She knew exactly what, but she didn’t want this conversation right now.

“Like how you tell me you love me, hang up, and then refuse to answer your phone or even text more than two words for three days?” Kaity sighed and pulled her hands out of his grip.

“Maybe I was busy.” She mumbled, focusing on a very interesting spot of carpet.

“Busy?” Winter asked, tilting his head to try and look into her eyes. “With what?”

“Maybe I just didn’t want to talk about it, then. Is that alright?” She snapped.

“Kaity-“ She looked up at him as he spoke her name.

“Look. Do we have to do this now? I can think of a million and one things that I’d rather do, and that you would too.” She stood, and bent over to whisper in his ear. “And you know you wouldn’t be able to talk if I didn’t want you to.” She finished by running her tongue over the folds of his ear, before pulling the lobe into her mouth and teasing it gently with her teeth. Winter shuddered before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a kiss.

“Don’t do that.” He muttered.

“But you like it.” Kaity teased, before her lips were claimed again. All hint of the brewing argument hidden by their embrace.

It wasn’t long until the kiss became desperate, and Winter kicked off his shoes as Kaity unbuttoned his jacket, then his shirt, before removing both articles together. She pulled back a little so she could trail a finger down his chest. “Never wear a top again.” She murmured, letting her eyes roam over his toned muscles.

Winter swiftly returned the favour by removing her thin tshirt, revealing her bare chest beneath. “Only if you don’t.” He smiled. Kaity giggled.

“I’d get arrested.” She kissed him. “Bitches can’t handle all this.” She grinned, cupping her breasts. Winter laughed quietly, and pulled her close again, kissing her as he let himself fall back onto the bed. “Why are you still wearing these?” Kaity broke the kiss and sat up suddenly, pulling the clip on his belt loose.

“I don’t know, why are you still wearing those?” Winter sat back up and hooked his finger in the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down slightly as he used his free arm to pull her close again.

Kaity began wrestling with his zipper, but her arms were pinned at an awkward angle. “Winter.” She warned. He grunted a reply. “Pretty please will you let me remove the remainder of your clothing?” She smiled sweetly and batted her eyelids. Winter burst out laughing. “Volume!” Kaity hissed, nodding her head towards the wall that separated them from her sleeping twins.

“Sorry, what do you expect when you come out and say that?” He loosened his grip, and Kaity pecked him on the lips quickly as a thank you, before hastily undoing the zipper.

“Up.” She demanded, her hands holding the fabric either side of the unfastened zip.

“Yes, boss.” Winter teased, letting go of her and pushing himself off the mattress so Kaity could pull down his trousers.

“Going commando, were we?” Kaity asked, fake surprised when she realised there was no underwear underneath.

“Oh, so that wasn’t your intention?” Winter accused. Kaity gave him an innocent look. “So, you stole two pairs of boxers from my case, replaced them with the string you call underwear, and expected me to wear that instead?” It was Kaitys turn to try and laugh quietly now.

“I forgot about that.” She lied. “Didn’t you think it would be hot to wear my underwear?”

“On a seven hour flight? No.” He gently tugged her arm, moving himself fully onto the bed and pulling her with him. “Now, fair’s fair.” He whispered huskily, drawing her face closer for a kiss. Kaity let him remove her pyjama shorts before she deepened the kiss. His hands cupped her ass, and hers roamed freely from his neck down to his stomach, stopping just shy of his belly button.

“I love you.” She said finally, pulling out of the kiss and looking him in the eyes as she did.

“I love you, too.” Winter replied, moving his hands up her back, leaving one at her waist and taking the other to her neck to pull her lips back to him. “Thank you.” He mumbled into her lips, refusing to end the kiss just for that.

“For what?” Kaity asked.

“Just being you.” He replied as Kaity pulled away a bit. She smiled. “Yeah, yeah, I know, cheesy.” Winter rolled his eyes jokingly as he said what she was thinking, and Kaity giggled a little, before lowering herself down onto his shaft with a small moan.

Winter moved to sit himself up, wrapping his arms around her as he did. Kaity kissed him quickly before gently pushing him away.

“Nuh-uh.” She grunted as a ‘no’, and he lay back on the bed resting his hands on her hips as she began to rock, grind and bounce on his crotch.

Time slowed to nearly a stop for Winter as he watched her. His eyes drifted to where his hands sat; just as her hips met her waist, and he took in the curve of her small frame as he stroked her stomach with his thumb. His breathing got shallower as he moved his gaze up to her breasts, and watched them bounce hypnotically in time with her movements, the curls of her hair distracting him as they joined in the dance, tumbling around her nipples, before bouncing back up. She let out a small cry, and his eyes snapped to her face, watching as she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from making too much noise. His breath caught as she leant over and kissed him passionately, her tongue skilfully navigating his mouth and forcing him to respond.

“Winter.” She whispered breathily.

“I love you.” He couldn’t help but say it as the realisation of just how much he loved her hit him. He had no idea how he’d just managed a week without her, and dreaded the next trip even though it would only be two nights. ‘I love you’ didn’t cover it, but he couldn’t find a word strong enough right now, so would have to settle. I would give her the world, no, the universe if she wanted it. I can’t deny her anything. He found himself smiling at his own thoughts, and could hear Kaitys voice mocking him at the back of his mind. He didn’t care. He’d tell her a thousand times over just to see that cute scowl she got when she was annoyed.

“Swap.” Kaity’s breathy demand broke through his thoughts.

“What?” He asked, surprised and confused.

“I want you to make me come.” She clarified, sitting herself up and waiting for him to take over.

“What’s up?” Winter was genuinely worried, Kaity was a complete control freak in every aspect of her life, including between the sheets. She’d had to be in control since that first time in the hotel, Winter didn’t mind, he had a nice view and she was good at what she did.

“Just do it.” Kaity sighed. “This isn’t just sex anymore, Winter. It’s different. It’s… It’s more. It’s making love, and I want you to make love to me.”

Winter thought he was going to cry. He’d always known this side of Kaity was in there somewhere, but had had no idea how to bring it out. He wrapped his arms around her and flipped over, not breaking their connection while he did so. Kaity let out a long, quiet sighing moan as his weight on top of her changed the feelings inside her.

“I don’t want this to end.” She whispered almost inaudibly.

“Don’t do that, then.” Winter gasped, and Kaity realised she’d accidentally tensed around him.

“Sorry.” She mumbled, craning her neck so she could kiss him again. Winter started up a slow, steady tempo, and Kaity lay back on the sheets panting. “More.” She moaned.

“More what?” Winter asked calmly. Way too calmly.

“More of you.” Kaity answered, lifting her hips off the bed to meet his thrusts. “Shi- ah!” She gasped as his length filled her.

“Hm?”

“So. Good.” She panted. “Why didn’t you do this before?”

“You wouldn’t let me.”

“Don’t listen to me… Faster.” Winter smiled at her confusing statement and slowed a little, causing Kaity to squirm. “I said faster!” She whispered angrily.

“You also said not to listen to you.” He grinned.

“You know what I meant!” Kaity scowled, Winter leant down and kissed her quickly again before doing as she’d asked. He worked hard to control his breathing, as Kaitys became erratic, peppered with small whines. “Winter…” She breathed, trailing off as she bit down on her lip hard. “I need to fucking scream. Help.” He smiled, and trailed kisses up her neck. “Winter. Not. Helping.” He grinned against her jawline, before moving to her mouth. She surprised him by turning her head away and biting her finger as she squealed quietly. “Why?” Was all she could manage to say before the urge to scream got too much again and she grabbed his face to kiss him. “You can be such a- ah! –a dick, you know?” She mumbled as she returned the torturous favour and began kissing his neck, lightly nibbling and sucking as she went along.

“Don’t you dare.” Winter warned as she stopped on one spot and started sucking a little harder. “We’re not in high school.” He pulled away when she didn’t stop, and slowed his thrusts a little, making Kaity moan with displeasure.

“No.” He stated as she started trying to pick the tempo up again.

“Winter, I will actually fucking kill you. Just fuck me already.” Kaity threatened.

“Language.” He scolded. Kaity let out a frustrated groan, before wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him roughly towards her, making them both moan with pleasure. “I thought you-“

“Yeah, yeah, I wanted you to do it, but you’re not doing it properly. You’re just teasing and torturing me and I can’t take it.” She rolled them back over, sitting herself up as she did so, and pulling Winter up after so she could kiss him again. He repositioned himself as he kissed her back, sitting up himself and pulling her closer so he filled her completely.

“Winter…” Kaity whisper-moaned as she broke away from the kiss. She rested her forehead to his as she began a steady rhythm, starting slow and picking up the pace as she felt the pressure building unbearably in her core. She thought he said something back, but she couldn’t be sure, all she knew was he was kissing down her neck again. He knew she couldn’t take that anymore than he could handle her toying with his ears. If she’d had full control of her body, she’d have reached over right then and there and nibbled his ear until he cried. She suddenly became aware of his hands, one spread over the base of her spine, and one tousled in her hair. He liked playing with her hair, she’d noticed. It wound her up no-end, as it was hard enough to brush through the curls without him constantly knotting it up, but right now she didn’t care. For all she cared he could tie her hair in knots and rub it with a balloon until it stood on end, nothing could break this feeling.

This really isn’t just sex anymore. I don’t understand why this feels so much better, so amazing… Is it because we’ve not seen each other for a week, or because we’re in love? In love… I never thought I’d be in love.

“Baby…” Winters soft voice in her ear broke into her thoughts. “Are you nearly there? I can’t do this much longer.” He started up kissing again, this time starting just below her ear, and working his way down.

“Shit.” Kaity breathed, followed by a moan – louder than she would have liked, but hopefully not loud enough to wake the sleeping children. Winters trail of kisses reached her collarbone, and seeing he wasn’t stopping there, Kaity took his head in both hands and pulled his lips to hers. Winter wasn’t having his plan faulted that easily, and untangled his hand from her hair to deftly tease and tweak her nipple. “You… fuck…” Kaity gasped into his mouth as she reached her end, squeezing him tight with her thighs, making him come undone too.