Title: Riposte
Author: Karen Jephson
Rating: R and NC17
Spoiler: None
Pairing; g/you
The long awaited (well one week) sequel to my ABH last week. Sorr abou the
delay. Between a sore arm and a kaput ethernet card I had fun.
You smile down at the figure as you do up the 2nd and 3rd button of your blouse. The usually conservative and shy Rupert Giles looks indolently up at you from his reclining position on the bench, making no effort to hide his arousal after watching you dress. You'd been surprised at first at how open Rupert is about his sexuality, but you have realised in the past few months that the former tweed-wearing watcher has so many hidden depths. And how you enjoy plumbing them all. You turn slowly, making your way barefooted across the room. You add a little sway to your walk, knowing his eyes follow your journey. You pause at the bag you'd dropped earlier, and reach down to collect your 'present'. Still bending over, you look back at his shadowy figure. "Enjoying the view?"
"I'd enjoy it more if you were closer and I could see you properly." His voice carries through the darkness in a sigh. Your nipples harden, as they usually do when he speaks in that tone.
Turning as you rise, you return by your lover's side. "Wish I could accommodate you love, but I have that appointment I told you about. Remember?" You distract him by bending over for a kiss, your foot kicking an object under the bench. You sigh in disappointment. "Rupert, do me a favour? I think my shoe's somewhere under the bench."
He lifts his eyebrow, not moving an inch. "And you can't retrieve it because?"
You raise your arms from your side. "I can't get dirty now, can I?" He sighs, then starts to rise. "Besides, it gives me a chance to ogle your arse."
Giles laughs as he kneels on the floor, then lowers his head to search for your errant shoe. "Enjoy the view love. If you don't want to be late for your appointment, it's all you're going to be able to do."
You bend over his body, concentrating on the hand grasping the iron support of the bench. Silently, you tie one of the silk ribbons in your hand to the support, before looping the other end over his wrist.
Giles turns at the tautness against his flesh. He looks at the flimsy restraint, then at you as you watch him in anticipation. You tug slightly at the open end of the ribbon. "Won't be very comfortable down here." His voice is indolent, almost amused. You know he's already appreciating your present.
You indicate with your head toward the practise mats behind you. "Perhaps a little padding?"
He lifts his hand, allowing you to finish tying the knot to hold him prisoner. "And your appointment?"
You indicate that he should roll over onto his back. As he does so, you secure the second ribbon against his free wrist, before tying it to another support. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting." You smile at his bark of laughter.
As you turn to retrieve some of the training mats, Giles shifts to make himself more comfortable. "Do I get a chance after?"
You pretend to consider the matter as you collect two mats and turn back to him. "Hmmm. Well, I thought this was in repayment of the other night. But I do believe in equality of the sexes."
Giles raises his body as you slip the padded material under him, your actions bringing you eyelevel to his already erect penis. "Then perhaps we can think of another way for you to....repay me."
You lick your lips in anticipation as you ensure your prisoner is comfortable. You then bend down, brushing his lips with yours before tracing them with your tongue. You pull back as he reaches toward you. "Uh-huh. Be a good boy now, and you'll get a treat."
Giles leans back. "You know how impatient I can be."
You laugh, licking his lips again. "Which is why you're tied up." You undo your shirt, then slip it off your shoulders, enjoying how his eyes light up as your breasts bounce lightly. "So you can learn a little patience."
You bend over him, allowing your nipples to graze his chest, trailing them through the whorls of hair. You then lean down, and nip at his chin. You do not need his gasp to know he enjoys both sensations. You lick at the spot your teeth have grazed, before trailing your tongue down the sensitive vein in his neck. You pause only to circle his Adam's apple, before tracing the front ridge of his shoulder blade. Giles' skin is so sensitive, you feel it retract from your tongue even as he begins to pull on his restraints. He holds his breath as you pause at his shoulder before dipping down and nuzzling his armpit. He smells of sex and that aroma that is just Rupert and it is enough to increase your own arousal. "Hmmm". You return to your original spot at the base of his neck before moving to his other arm, your breasts pressing against his chest.
Giles is now clenching his arm muscles and his thighs as he tries to maintain control. You allow him this small concession, as you know he will not be in control much longer. You start again at the base of his neck, this time working your way down, licking the salty dampness from the mat on his chest, making your way to the already pebbled nubbins hidden amongst the hairs. You find your first target, allowing your tongue to barely graze the sensitised point. Giles cannot stop a moan of frustration as he tries to lift his chest toward you. You back off, removing all touch. Only when he grudgingly returns to the floor do you touch his nipple again with the tip of your tongue. You trace the aureole around the point before lapping against the hardened centre. As he begins to shift in aroused frustration, you move to the other nipple, repeating the process.
You spend a few glorious minutes suckling and teasing the nipples, ignoring his entreaties to stop tormenting him. Only when you are ready do you move on, using your tongue once more as the vehicle for your journey. From the centre of his chest you move down, following the trail of fur, feeling his skin shrink beneath you. You lick away more sweat, this time created from your current activities. You stop at his navel, dipping into the hollow, and tracing its form. As he lifts his hips, you use your hands to push him down, imprisoning him more fully. His language is now more colourful, demanding you hurry, begging you to reach your goal. You lift your desire-flushed face, looking up at his strained features. "I've brought the gag if you want me to use it?"
He growls in annoyance. "You're the one in control. You want me noisy or quiet? If you want me quiet, I won't promise to not say anything." You smile, then stand, sauntering back toward you bag. Your smile widens at the expletive as you abandon him for the moment. You return with the gag and kneel by his head. You place your lips against his, using your tongue to force entry. You ravish his mouth, mating with his tongue, and scraping his lips with your teeth. You allow him entry to your mouth, giving up this one moment of control. Only as you feel his dominance gather do you pull back. You gently place the material against his mouth and secure it at the back of his head. You kiss him through the gag, before leaning back on your heels.
"Now where was I?" You look down his body; glad to see his erection hasn't dissipated while you were busy elsewhere. In fact, it appears to have grown. "That's right." You move back to his torso, licking his navel once more before returning your southward trail. Your hands are again firmly planted against his hips as you shift position. You now rest between his open legs, your breasts brushing against his swollen penis. You look up into his eyes as you trail your tongue through the hairs covering his groin. You touch one of the swollen sacs at the side of his length, before tracing its fullness. You open your mouth, drawing the ball gently into your warm cavity. Giles jerks at the effect, and you feel a dampness against your nipples. You release your prize and look down. "Naughty boy. I told you that you have to be patient."
You sit back, your hands now resting gently against his thighs. You can see the strain he is under as he tries to pull back from the near orgasm he's in the middle of. His body is shaking from the pressure, and you appreciate the iron self-control he exhibits even in this situation. Only after he's calmer and less likely to explode do you turn to the other testicle. You give it the same loving attention as its partner, sucking gently at the stretched flesh. You only release when you hear his moan of pain through the material.
You turn your attention to the flesh pressing against your chest. You loosen your hair, letting it trail gently along the sensitised flesh. His moans become more frequent as he tries to escape your hands. You bend down and touch your tongue to the base of his erection. Gently, cruelly, you again only use the tip of your tongue as you trace the throbbing vein along his full length, then return to the base before nearing the end. You continue to lathe him, not quite touching the part that begs for your attention. His moans are now intelligible entreaties, before turning to sobs. You take pity on him, engulfing him in your mouth.
As you take the length of him into you, you lap at the precum on his tip, teasing the swollen flesh. You pull back, not quite releasing him, before sliding your lips down him once more. You move your hands, grabbing his testicles before gently squeezing them. You hear him shout out as his thighs freeze. You then feel his sperm shoot into your mouth and he begins his orgasm. You continue to pump and squeeze him, dragging the pleasure out as long as possible. When he finally stills, you release him before licking him clean. You move up his body, until you are pressed against the length of him. You pull at the gag. "Poor baby." You kiss him, allowing him to taste his release in your mouth. Pulling away for just a moment you shuck your trousers before returning to his side. You rest your head against his shoulder as you wait for him to recover.
"God woman, you'll be the death of me!" You lift your head as you feel him tense. You are surprised at how quickly he recovers. "Can you please untie me now?"
You shake your head. "Nope. Not done yet."
He lifts his eyebrow as he looks incredulously into your eyes. "There's more? You really are trying to kill me."
You laugh as you stroke your hand down his body, pausing at his sensitive stomach. You then finish your journey, grasping his already awakening cock. "Oh, I don't know. I think there's life in you yet."
He looks at you with concern as you stroke him into alertness. "What have you got planned now?"
You sigh. "Oh nothing much. Just..." You roll onto him, positioning his tip against your moist opening, "...this." You lower yourself onto him, filling yourself with his length. You both sigh as you rest at his hilt.
You begin to rock, starting a slow pace, wanting to make sure he's ready to follow you. You sit more erect, moving quicker now as you look for your own release. You pause as you remember something. "Damn."
He freezes. "What?"
"Girl Scout, remember?" You regretfully pull away from him and make your way back to your handbag as you hear his frustrated laughter. You retrieve one of the condoms you've brought for the occasion and return to your lover. Opening the foil, you remove its contents and roll the latex over the engorged flesh. You wince at his gasp of pain. You've never teased somebody like that before, and vow never to do it again. Once he's ready, you climb on his body once more.
"What about you..."
You smile. "Rupert, I was squishing when I was walking just then. I'm as ready as I'll ever be." You push yourself down on him at his muttered 'Thank God', and resume your rocking pace. Despite the interruption, you are still both as aroused as before, and your movements become more frantic. You raise your hands, pressing your breasts and squeezing your nipples. Your pelvic muscle clamps down on the penis inside of you as you reach your orgasm. You scream your release as you feel Giles climax inside of you.
You collapse against his heaving body, your muscles turned to a liquid gel. You wrap your arms around him as you slowly catch your breath. You feel his chest rumble against your ear as he asks, "Is it my turn now?"
END