Chicago Thighs [Standalone]
Title: Chicago Thighs [Standalone]
Author:
rancid_born
Rating: I'll go with R to NC-17 to be safe. It's not very graphic though.
Summary: "How about I show you what these thighs can do?"
Dedication: Let's hear it for Infinity On High, everyone. This CD has made my life.
“Look, ‘Trick, all the girls are raving – your thighs are going to take over the world,” I said as I tugged on his arm, pulling him effortlessly into my lap. It was like he’d melted into me, and I smiled at the fact as I pointed to the harshly-lit screen of the computer. “Too bad they’re all mine,” I whispered hotly. My lips lightly grazed his ear and I could feel his skin flush pink.
He turned to face me with his bottom lip tucked into his mouth, but as his lips pulled into a smile and it glistened in the light, I couldn’t help but lean in for a taste. Our lips played together languidly for a few moments until Patrick pulled back to stand up, but he still leaned in so that our faces were mere centimeters apart. “How about I show you what these thighs can do?” he inquired, his deep, lustful voice vibrating my thoughts.
It felt like heat had enveloped my entire body, and I was left a fumbling mess as Patrick looked down on me expectantly. I could hear him chuckle softly, giving my collar a swift tug until I was standing as well. I actually had to swallow down what he’d said a few times before my coherency finally returned—and even then, I think my body was moving ten times faster than my mind.
We both stumbled over to the hotel bed with fused lips; our clothes finding the floor one by one until we were both completely naked. The heat that hung above us mixed and mended with heavy breathing, and the sound of our skin-on-skin contact. As I crawled up the bed I left a trail of kisses and bites on his thighs, moving to crash our lips together when I noticed him looking down at me with a smile.
I quickly snaked my way between his legs, both of us hissing with pleasure as our hardness clashed. Our hips rocked together as wave upon wave of pleasure bolted through our bodies, and we were reduced to unintelligible whimpers. Patrick’s palms searched my back and those legs of his wrapped around me to pull me closer.
Sweat-slicked bodies and sloppy kisses—and also the tingling feeling that was starting to find its way up my spine—told us that we were getting closer. And let me tell you, the sound I was rewarded with each time our bodies crashed together was nothing short of heavenly; a chorus for our ears only.
Our bodies rubbed together like they were meant to, and Patrick’s mouth fell open to release a strangled moan; the image alone was enough to make me come, but the hazy smile that followed it did me in. We came together—our bodies tensing then relaxing. I collapsed into Patrick’s arms with a sigh, and I could feel him kiss my forehead as I closed my New York eyes.
The world could say what they wanted to about me, but they weren’t the ones lying between those Chicago thighs.
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Note: I haven't written a pxp in foreverrr so I hope this is okay. I got the idea while listening to "I've got all this ringing in my ears but none on my fingers" so instead of sleeping I wrote. And...in doing so, I've pretty much lost all connection with my brain, and yeah, I hope there aren't too many errors. o_o
Author:
rancid_bornRating: I'll go with R to NC-17 to be safe. It's not very graphic though.
Summary: "How about I show you what these thighs can do?"
Dedication: Let's hear it for Infinity On High, everyone. This CD has made my life.
“Look, ‘Trick, all the girls are raving – your thighs are going to take over the world,” I said as I tugged on his arm, pulling him effortlessly into my lap. It was like he’d melted into me, and I smiled at the fact as I pointed to the harshly-lit screen of the computer. “Too bad they’re all mine,” I whispered hotly. My lips lightly grazed his ear and I could feel his skin flush pink.
He turned to face me with his bottom lip tucked into his mouth, but as his lips pulled into a smile and it glistened in the light, I couldn’t help but lean in for a taste. Our lips played together languidly for a few moments until Patrick pulled back to stand up, but he still leaned in so that our faces were mere centimeters apart. “How about I show you what these thighs can do?” he inquired, his deep, lustful voice vibrating my thoughts.
It felt like heat had enveloped my entire body, and I was left a fumbling mess as Patrick looked down on me expectantly. I could hear him chuckle softly, giving my collar a swift tug until I was standing as well. I actually had to swallow down what he’d said a few times before my coherency finally returned—and even then, I think my body was moving ten times faster than my mind.
We both stumbled over to the hotel bed with fused lips; our clothes finding the floor one by one until we were both completely naked. The heat that hung above us mixed and mended with heavy breathing, and the sound of our skin-on-skin contact. As I crawled up the bed I left a trail of kisses and bites on his thighs, moving to crash our lips together when I noticed him looking down at me with a smile.
I quickly snaked my way between his legs, both of us hissing with pleasure as our hardness clashed. Our hips rocked together as wave upon wave of pleasure bolted through our bodies, and we were reduced to unintelligible whimpers. Patrick’s palms searched my back and those legs of his wrapped around me to pull me closer.
Sweat-slicked bodies and sloppy kisses—and also the tingling feeling that was starting to find its way up my spine—told us that we were getting closer. And let me tell you, the sound I was rewarded with each time our bodies crashed together was nothing short of heavenly; a chorus for our ears only.
Our bodies rubbed together like they were meant to, and Patrick’s mouth fell open to release a strangled moan; the image alone was enough to make me come, but the hazy smile that followed it did me in. We came together—our bodies tensing then relaxing. I collapsed into Patrick’s arms with a sigh, and I could feel him kiss my forehead as I closed my New York eyes.
The world could say what they wanted to about me, but they weren’t the ones lying between those Chicago thighs.
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Note: I haven't written a pxp in foreverrr so I hope this is okay. I got the idea while listening to "I've got all this ringing in my ears but none on my fingers" so instead of sleeping I wrote. And...in doing so, I've pretty much lost all connection with my brain, and yeah, I hope there aren't too many errors. o_o