Cat
The weekend had been pretty quiet since Tori and Jade went up for their little getaway. Cat had spent most of Saturday helping Andre figure out what was going on with his own head after the incident - He so couldn't admit it was in his car either! - with Trina. Sunday, however, the was their day.
She arrived at his apartment on time, her usual attire of a loose cami and some jean shorts. They hadn't planned on going anywhere today, after all. Hope he is okay with pajamas, I packed the cute fuzzy ones!
A swift knock was answered quickly. Syn smiled down at her from the doorway of his place, smelling as it always did of sandalwood incense with an undertone of my chemical cleaner. He wore just a fresh button up flannel overtop a new white shirt, jeans buckled on with stains along the edges beneath that belt. Always in my way...
"Must have had a guest recently." She quirked a brow with a teasing smirk. Her fingers gripped the edge of that belt, a sense of heat welling inside that was made worse by his words.
"Actually, just finished cleaning up for you." He kissed her hand as they stepped inside, the simple furnishing of a young man on his way to college, Cat had done work to expand his decor. She had put more of his posters and paintings - all either metal or properly put in bordered glass - covered the walls instead of merchandise boxes, and the furniture had a few more of his gothic throw blankets put out now. Jade had even donated an old black table for his place, now that the redhead was a frequent flyer.
"Better at least eat on a table." Jade had snapped at Syn one day when they hung out and saw he mostly ate in the kitchen. Oh I sure hope he eats on that table. She chewed a nail at the thought while walking in, setting her purse down on said table.
She turned and kissed her lover, relaxing as his pruned hands grabbed onto her waist. Must have cleaned up very recently. "One more year, and we are off to college."
"Off to have our lives, however we want." As he rolled an old cassete between his fingers. So old fashioned sometimes. She giggled at him, walking to the couch as he stepped toward the small window separating living room and kitchen.
"Let me set the mood." He put the tape in as the lights went down. Her gaze rolled across him as he had his back turned, biting her lip a little at what she saw.
Cat begin to lightly sing the words as she laid across the couch. "Cause when go low... And I get higher..." More dance music. I was hoping for something a little... Spicier...
"Familiar?" He sat down beside her, letting her rest her legs across his lap as he stroked along the knee. She let out a soft sigh, relief washing over her face as his touch soon turned to a light massage along her feet.
"Mhm, but I dunno. Doesn't fit the mood... Doesn't fit, Us." She cast him a playful smile, running a leg along his cheek for a moment as the bare skin lightly rubbed his stubble.
"Mmm... What do you propose?" He muttered out, half as much a growl as a question while his lips lightly kissed her ankle.
Cat swung her legs around, standing and digging around in her bag. She could feel the way his gaze pierced her, lingering over every inch like it couldn't decide where to hunger for the most. So glad I shaved this morning.
She stood, walking to the radio and plugging an aux cable into her pearpod. She hit pause as Syn moved behind her, hands slowly circling her waist as the song began to play. His breath, his heat on her neck fit so well to the tune as the drums began.
"If you could only see, the beast you made a me." His voice was a hot groan across her neck as much as it was singing. His hands began to roam across her waist, seeking each glimpse beneath that cami of her skin. His lips were far less than patient, marking up her neck with a desperate spur of kisses.
"Syn..." She whispered softly, turning to steal his lips, still so richly tasting of iron. He always tastes so good after he works...
He turned them both, her lower back pressed to the back of the couch with their eyes locked. His hands slipped beneath the veil of her clothes, soon bringing a hitch to her throat as he found more than just her thighs to grasp.
"Be caaarefful looove..." He growled the words against her lips, capturing them as if to steal every whine that his fingers plucked out like the strings of his favorite violin.
The curseeee, it falls on youuung lovers.
How eager an instrument she was, hips pressed into every curl even while the fabric of her shorts grew stretched, frayed, and moist. His lips wouldn't stop, constantly hungering for another kiss, another whine, another moan from her as he made music inside of her.
It staaarts so soooft and sweet.
After what could have been minutes - or hours - she was pushed onto the couch, hand slipping away her shorts and panties in a single motion. Her head swam a little, still buzzing from the last assault of ecstasy before his hands gripped each thigh and tugged her closer. His eyes were so fixated on hers that she almost missed where his lips disappeared to. Almost.
Turns us tooo hunterssss...
"Baby..!" She groaned, throat bursting with passion as her thighs wrapped him tightly. Her head fell back, bumping her phone as another started on her playlist.
Dirty... Dirty boy...
She groaned out, ankles finding a home behind his neck as those lips became relentless. He devoured her, her voice soon becoming a throaty, groaning song to the drum beat of the music. His hands were ravenous, finding every curve of her that made the tingles worse. Her ribs, soft and light with each touch. Her chest, slow yet deliberate with his thumbs. Her hips, her lower back, a place to grip and caress between her own bucking sprees. Her thighs, tight, firm, and possessive, pulling her in anytime the shaking made her hips pull away instinctually. How sensitive she was by the end.
Her cami flew away after a while - don't ask me for the time - across the floor as those lips began to trail up. Each one set a blaze along her skin, chest heaving with a ragged mix of pleasure and recovery that trembled so readily under his attention.
"Mm..." His throat filled with a gruff, husky rumble, made rough with his own groans and fixated appetite. His lips glistened along to his chin just a little. "What was a great appetizer." He leaned closer, tasting so deeply of her own arousal and their mixed need.
She returned by pushing him over, making him land with a grunt as she climbed over top.
Sat back while she's droppin it, she be poppin it.
She rolled across his lap, taking her time to unbuckle each button and loop of that belt as her lips mouthed the words, all while purring in the back of her devious throat. He couldn't look away, he never really could. Not when I'm hungry, too.
Yeah she put it down slowly.
His groans were plenty reward as her hips rocked faster, taking every drop of his passion just as he had drank hers down, and he rewarded her just as vocally as she had.
He always call me cause he know I bring no drama
"Cat!"
And when you call me, baby, know I gotcha cooovered.
"BABY!"
And when ya need it, baby, just crawl unda my co-o-o-overssss
"CATARINA!"
"Syyyyn!"
His hands pulled be closer, teeth finding my shoulder as his whole body shook. Hers did too, clutching tight more from the feeling of how tightly he held her, how desperate his voice wounded beneath those clutching lips and grasping hands, how clinging he was as she felt the excess passion bleed fron him. How dizzying it was, just a little, to feel that intensity.
That need for only me.