Consequences
Nadine x Grayson
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Nadine x Grayson
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Grayson thought that Nadine had left, until he checked his bedroom.
"What the fuck is that," he demanded to know, as if it were not obvious, turning away from the door and shielding his eyes and retreating nearly halfway down the hallway.
Nadine, standing mostly naked in his bedroom, looked down at herself. She looked behind herself, in case she had had some kind of horrifying spider on her back.
"Since you don't usually say that when I get naked," she said, projecting her voice to be sure he could hear it, "I'm going to assume you mean my strap-on. Well, technically, my harness, and the compatible but theoretically unrelated dildo. One of the dildos." Grayson was slowly making his way back to the bedroom but was still covering his face, turning a shade of pink that really did not suit a man still wearing his badge and his gun.
"Did you buy a fucking variety pack of dildos?" he demanded, still shielding his vision from her and the offending object. "With my credit card?"
"I couldn't just buy one!" she said, sounding defensive. "I don't know what you like! Maybe you're a size queen! Or maybe you just like, you know, the average size."
"Oh my god."
"But I figured, you know, even if you are a size queen, you don't seem like you've been fucked in a long time, so we should probably start with this little one. We can work our way up, if you want. We can even just stick with this cute little one."
He uncovered his eyes in time to see her patting affectionately at the purple silicone jutting out of her harness. "It is none of your business how long it's been since I -- and, I'm not letting you put that in me! I am not." Her pleased smile had not abated, maybe because he was still blushing and trying not to look at her.
"Obviously I'm not going to put anything inside you without your explicit enthusiastic consent," she said with a roll of her eyes, as if this statement was in any way consistent with her demeanor. "Maybe I just want to wear it around for a while. You know it's got a thing to hold a vibrator?" She slid a finger between her skin and the harness to demonstrate, and there was a faint buzzing as she got a distracted look to her. She shut it back off, running a hand through her curls with a grin.
"That isn't -- I just -- stop fucking pointing that thing at me, I swear to god." Nadine shrugged, hopping backward into his bed, which was not at all what he had wanted. "I'm going to... I'm getting in the shower, you stay over there and don't get anywhere near me with that."
"Yes, sir," she teased, and he looked through his fingers to see her stroking her facsimile of a cock. He turned even redder, slamming the door to the bathroom behind him.
Nadine hummed a little tune while she waited. She didn't have to wait long, because before he'd even started the water he'd opened the door again, pointing accusatorily at her. "You do not," he said, trying to sound stern, "get to make me your bitch."
She raised an eyebrow, rolling onto her side and resting her head on one hand, the other draped over her hip. "I wasn't planning to," she said, more amused than offended, moreso when he scowled at her.
"You weren't," he repeated with obvious disbelief.
"I never said I was gonna," she pointed out. "I just want to have sex. I don't know where you're getting this other stuff from."
He looked cautiously between her legs again. "... it's implied."
"I didn't imply shit. You're just assuming that I'm going to want to fuck you the way you fuck me."
"I am not." He frowned, and shut the door again. Again, she waited. She rolled onto the side of the bed that he had made hers, simply by virtue of it not being his side of the bed. Soon enough the sound of the water stopped, and he joined her, staying carefully on his side of the bed.
Naked. With wet hair. Still blushing, though much fainter than it had been.
She moved closer to him, until there was only an inch between them. "Can I touch you?" she asked, all sweetness. Grayson blushed deeper, gaze avoiding her.
"Yeah," he mumbled, and she closed the gap to kiss his cheek. Her hand made its way to his cock, stroking as she kissed his neck. She continued her gentle ministrations until he seemed to relax, some small amount of tension leaving his limbs.
It was a start.
She got up on her knees to move lower on his body, until she could wrap her lips around his cock. She felt him shiver as she licked at his skin, and she bobbed and sucked until his fingers ran through her hair, tangling in her curls. She used her hands to keep stroking him as she pulled her mouth away, looking up to meet stormy eyes fixed on her own.
"Good?" she prompted.
"You know you are," he said, sounding suspiciously affectionate.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" she prodded further. Again, he blushed and averted his gaze. He mumbled something indistinct, and when she gave his cock a gentle squeeze his breath caught. "If you don't tell me for real, I won't do it," she warned. "I'll just make you do all the work again."
"I want it," he said, somewhere between lustful and irritated that left him rather petulant. She had a feeling that was the best she'd be getting out of him. Not exactly enthusiastic, but he was rock-hard and his breathing was erratic, and that wasn't nothing.
"Turn over, then," she said, leaning away from him so that he could, giving him full view of the instrument that had so horrified him. His gaze lingered on it before he did as she'd asked, running a hand through his hair with obvious anxiety. Hard as a rock, but stiff as a board, he could not possibly have looked more awkward. "Oh!" He looked startled as she suddenly clapped her hands with glee, reaching for the bedside table. "I forgot, I got lube, too."
"I already had lube," he said, brow furrowing in irritation. Maybe if she annoyed him enough, he'd forget to be anxious. "Is that -- why are you using a condom?"
"Because I don't think you want me putting my dildos in your dishwasher."
"God, no."
"And that lube was old," she continued, slathering one new purchase over the other, working her hand over her silicone cock as if the sensation did her any good at all. It sort of did, in a purely psychological kind of a way. It wasn't very big, but it made up for that in cuteness, she thought. "And it was gross and sticky and cheap, and I hated it. I don't know how you could stand it."
He'd almost started to relax, but that came to an end the instant the slick tip came into contact with his ass.
"You're really going to have to calm down," she teased.
"I am extremely calm," he lied, and poorly.
"Nnnnnnope. I'm just gonna wait." She bent down to kiss his spine, and he huffed.
"God. Does this have to be such a fucking ordeal?"
"I don't know why you're saying that like it's my fault." She walked her fingers along his back, silicone still pressed against skin without pushing. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"You're not big enough to hurt me," he said, and once again he came across as petulant rather than whatever it was he was trying to convey.
"Not like you," she teased, arm wrapping around him to stroke his cock again, this time slick with lube still coating her hand. It was certainly a much faster way of getting him to relax, and she let him go to begin slowly pushing inside of him. She listened carefully to the sounds he made, fingers digging into his comforter, gasps and moans he tried to stifle. "Is that good?" she asked when it was buried inside him, and he nodded. "I can't really feel what I'm doing, so you have to tell me if I hurt you, okay?"
Even without being able to see his face, she could tell he was frowning. "Don't patronize me," he said, and she switched on the vibrator pressed against her clit, rocked her hips just a little to hear him choke on his indignation.
"I would never," she said, while doing exactly that. She ran her hands along his back, curled them around his hips to hold him as she started to thrust. As she settled into a rhythm he dropped his head, shoulders lowering as he wrapped his arms around a pillow. His knees pressed against hers, and in this position it was slightly more incongruous how slender her limbs were beside his. With every thrust she ground her clit against the vibrations, listened to him groan and gasp for air. "Still good?" she asked, and he nodded again. "I told you I'd be gentle," she said, reaching around him to touch his cock again. He bit back a low sound in the back of his throat, and she grinned.
As she pumped his cock he started to rock his hips, thrusting against her hand and the toy inside of him. She hadn't been kidding about making him do all the work; focusing on her own climax was much harder this way. She used the hand not busy stroking him to brush his hair from his face, and the look on his face was lovely. It would have served him right if she'd taken a picture. "God! God, Nadine."
"Just Nadine is fine," she murmured, and he almost laughed, lost it in another groan that he bit his lip to stifle.
"Don't stop," he gasped, as if she was planning to, "don't stop, don't stop, oh, god." He came across her fingers and his comforter beneath him, his back a tense curve and his head bowed against his pillow. He panted and struggled to keep himself from collapsing, and out of curiosity she offered him fingers still dripping with his own satisfaction. She was surprised when he licked them, and the surprise of it very literally knocked her over, pressed her chest against his back so that she could grind hard against her vibrator while he licked at her fingers. Her climax was much less explosive than his own, a shudder against him as she came, kissing his shoulder.
Grayson gave up and collapsed beneath her, taking her with him, rolling to the side and knocking her off of him. He grunted as she fell away from him, and she squealed, sprawling out on her back with a giggle.
"I'm a fucking mess," he sighed, and of course Nadine did not care even a little about what a pain it was to wash a down comforter.
"You're welcome," she sang, and was rewarded for her efforts by a pillow bop to the face.
"What the fuck is that," he demanded to know, as if it were not obvious, turning away from the door and shielding his eyes and retreating nearly halfway down the hallway.
Nadine, standing mostly naked in his bedroom, looked down at herself. She looked behind herself, in case she had had some kind of horrifying spider on her back.
"Since you don't usually say that when I get naked," she said, projecting her voice to be sure he could hear it, "I'm going to assume you mean my strap-on. Well, technically, my harness, and the compatible but theoretically unrelated dildo. One of the dildos." Grayson was slowly making his way back to the bedroom but was still covering his face, turning a shade of pink that really did not suit a man still wearing his badge and his gun.
"Did you buy a fucking variety pack of dildos?" he demanded, still shielding his vision from her and the offending object. "With my credit card?"
"I couldn't just buy one!" she said, sounding defensive. "I don't know what you like! Maybe you're a size queen! Or maybe you just like, you know, the average size."
"Oh my god."
"But I figured, you know, even if you are a size queen, you don't seem like you've been fucked in a long time, so we should probably start with this little one. We can work our way up, if you want. We can even just stick with this cute little one."
He uncovered his eyes in time to see her patting affectionately at the purple silicone jutting out of her harness. "It is none of your business how long it's been since I -- and, I'm not letting you put that in me! I am not." Her pleased smile had not abated, maybe because he was still blushing and trying not to look at her.
"Obviously I'm not going to put anything inside you without your explicit enthusiastic consent," she said with a roll of her eyes, as if this statement was in any way consistent with her demeanor. "Maybe I just want to wear it around for a while. You know it's got a thing to hold a vibrator?" She slid a finger between her skin and the harness to demonstrate, and there was a faint buzzing as she got a distracted look to her. She shut it back off, running a hand through her curls with a grin.
"That isn't -- I just -- stop fucking pointing that thing at me, I swear to god." Nadine shrugged, hopping backward into his bed, which was not at all what he had wanted. "I'm going to... I'm getting in the shower, you stay over there and don't get anywhere near me with that."
"Yes, sir," she teased, and he looked through his fingers to see her stroking her facsimile of a cock. He turned even redder, slamming the door to the bathroom behind him.
Nadine hummed a little tune while she waited. She didn't have to wait long, because before he'd even started the water he'd opened the door again, pointing accusatorily at her. "You do not," he said, trying to sound stern, "get to make me your bitch."
She raised an eyebrow, rolling onto her side and resting her head on one hand, the other draped over her hip. "I wasn't planning to," she said, more amused than offended, moreso when he scowled at her.
"You weren't," he repeated with obvious disbelief.
"I never said I was gonna," she pointed out. "I just want to have sex. I don't know where you're getting this other stuff from."
He looked cautiously between her legs again. "... it's implied."
"I didn't imply shit. You're just assuming that I'm going to want to fuck you the way you fuck me."
"I am not." He frowned, and shut the door again. Again, she waited. She rolled onto the side of the bed that he had made hers, simply by virtue of it not being his side of the bed. Soon enough the sound of the water stopped, and he joined her, staying carefully on his side of the bed.
Naked. With wet hair. Still blushing, though much fainter than it had been.
She moved closer to him, until there was only an inch between them. "Can I touch you?" she asked, all sweetness. Grayson blushed deeper, gaze avoiding her.
"Yeah," he mumbled, and she closed the gap to kiss his cheek. Her hand made its way to his cock, stroking as she kissed his neck. She continued her gentle ministrations until he seemed to relax, some small amount of tension leaving his limbs.
It was a start.
She got up on her knees to move lower on his body, until she could wrap her lips around his cock. She felt him shiver as she licked at his skin, and she bobbed and sucked until his fingers ran through her hair, tangling in her curls. She used her hands to keep stroking him as she pulled her mouth away, looking up to meet stormy eyes fixed on her own.
"Good?" she prompted.
"You know you are," he said, sounding suspiciously affectionate.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" she prodded further. Again, he blushed and averted his gaze. He mumbled something indistinct, and when she gave his cock a gentle squeeze his breath caught. "If you don't tell me for real, I won't do it," she warned. "I'll just make you do all the work again."
"I want it," he said, somewhere between lustful and irritated that left him rather petulant. She had a feeling that was the best she'd be getting out of him. Not exactly enthusiastic, but he was rock-hard and his breathing was erratic, and that wasn't nothing.
"Turn over, then," she said, leaning away from him so that he could, giving him full view of the instrument that had so horrified him. His gaze lingered on it before he did as she'd asked, running a hand through his hair with obvious anxiety. Hard as a rock, but stiff as a board, he could not possibly have looked more awkward. "Oh!" He looked startled as she suddenly clapped her hands with glee, reaching for the bedside table. "I forgot, I got lube, too."
"I already had lube," he said, brow furrowing in irritation. Maybe if she annoyed him enough, he'd forget to be anxious. "Is that -- why are you using a condom?"
"Because I don't think you want me putting my dildos in your dishwasher."
"God, no."
"And that lube was old," she continued, slathering one new purchase over the other, working her hand over her silicone cock as if the sensation did her any good at all. It sort of did, in a purely psychological kind of a way. It wasn't very big, but it made up for that in cuteness, she thought. "And it was gross and sticky and cheap, and I hated it. I don't know how you could stand it."
He'd almost started to relax, but that came to an end the instant the slick tip came into contact with his ass.
"You're really going to have to calm down," she teased.
"I am extremely calm," he lied, and poorly.
"Nnnnnnope. I'm just gonna wait." She bent down to kiss his spine, and he huffed.
"God. Does this have to be such a fucking ordeal?"
"I don't know why you're saying that like it's my fault." She walked her fingers along his back, silicone still pressed against skin without pushing. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"You're not big enough to hurt me," he said, and once again he came across as petulant rather than whatever it was he was trying to convey.
"Not like you," she teased, arm wrapping around him to stroke his cock again, this time slick with lube still coating her hand. It was certainly a much faster way of getting him to relax, and she let him go to begin slowly pushing inside of him. She listened carefully to the sounds he made, fingers digging into his comforter, gasps and moans he tried to stifle. "Is that good?" she asked when it was buried inside him, and he nodded. "I can't really feel what I'm doing, so you have to tell me if I hurt you, okay?"
Even without being able to see his face, she could tell he was frowning. "Don't patronize me," he said, and she switched on the vibrator pressed against her clit, rocked her hips just a little to hear him choke on his indignation.
"I would never," she said, while doing exactly that. She ran her hands along his back, curled them around his hips to hold him as she started to thrust. As she settled into a rhythm he dropped his head, shoulders lowering as he wrapped his arms around a pillow. His knees pressed against hers, and in this position it was slightly more incongruous how slender her limbs were beside his. With every thrust she ground her clit against the vibrations, listened to him groan and gasp for air. "Still good?" she asked, and he nodded again. "I told you I'd be gentle," she said, reaching around him to touch his cock again. He bit back a low sound in the back of his throat, and she grinned.
As she pumped his cock he started to rock his hips, thrusting against her hand and the toy inside of him. She hadn't been kidding about making him do all the work; focusing on her own climax was much harder this way. She used the hand not busy stroking him to brush his hair from his face, and the look on his face was lovely. It would have served him right if she'd taken a picture. "God! God, Nadine."
"Just Nadine is fine," she murmured, and he almost laughed, lost it in another groan that he bit his lip to stifle.
"Don't stop," he gasped, as if she was planning to, "don't stop, don't stop, oh, god." He came across her fingers and his comforter beneath him, his back a tense curve and his head bowed against his pillow. He panted and struggled to keep himself from collapsing, and out of curiosity she offered him fingers still dripping with his own satisfaction. She was surprised when he licked them, and the surprise of it very literally knocked her over, pressed her chest against his back so that she could grind hard against her vibrator while he licked at her fingers. Her climax was much less explosive than his own, a shudder against him as she came, kissing his shoulder.
Grayson gave up and collapsed beneath her, taking her with him, rolling to the side and knocking her off of him. He grunted as she fell away from him, and she squealed, sprawling out on her back with a giggle.
"I'm a fucking mess," he sighed, and of course Nadine did not care even a little about what a pain it was to wash a down comforter.
"You're welcome," she sang, and was rewarded for her efforts by a pillow bop to the face.
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