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Multiple Personalities Chapter Four (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather is a wondermous beta and deserves
many Tims and Wataris…
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I had *no* idea this story would be so popular… though I highly suspect it’s
because of the smut. ;) Thanks, y’all, for reading and reviewing and
putting up with ultraslow updates!
“Gah!”
“Shhh… be quiet.”
Jamie could
only nod in stunned acquiescence as Amara stepped into the shower with him,
naked as the day she was born. “Amara,”
he squeaked, startled past the point of caring that she was currently nude and
staring at him, “what the Hell are you doing?”
“Having my
turn,” she said, pouting slightly. “Jubilee
told us all about the other night and I was jealous…why did she get you all to
herself and not me?” She pressed close,
taking the soap from his hands and putting it on the narrow shelf behind
him. “We’re all alone now, Jamie,” she
added, smiling ever so slightly. “My turn.”
Jamie did
not pull away as she pressed even closer.
Not, he realized, that he could. The shower stall did not offer a lot of room
for movement, even when alone, and the tile wall was cold despite the hot water
coursing from the showerhead. Amara
pushed him gently against the glass door, not hard enough to make it open but
certainly hard enough to make him realize she was serious. “Amara, here?” He looked around frantically as if expecting
all of his friends to be peering over the top of the shower door out from
behind the washcloth hung over the hot water knob.
“Mmmmhmmm…everyone is either watching television, in the
Danger Room or doing homework. We have
just enough time…” She trailed off,
running her fingers from his throat, down his chest, then lower, stopping just
short of the mark.
Jamie
inhaled slowly, closing his eyes and gaining his composure. He was already aroused, his body responding
not only to hers and her touch but to the torrid day dream he had been having
moments before, more of a memory, he decided, thinking about how, mere weeks
ago, he had not even kissed a girl and now…
He opened his eyes and found Amara staring at him expectantly. Without further thought, he grasped her upper
arms, slick from the shower’s spray, and pushed her against the opposite
wall. She yelped sharply as the cold
tile pressed against her warm back but he covered her mouth with his, the kiss
insistent and innocent at the same time.
She parted her lips for him, her tongue meeting his in a power play for
control of the kiss. She won but he did
not move away. His arousal was obvious
between them and the very act of her breathing wreaked havoc on his self
control as her stomach moved with each inhalation, her wet flesh rubbing
against his turgid length. He broke the
kiss only to gasp when she slipped her hand between them, her fingers closing
around his member near the base, squeezing just slightly, enough to make his
back arch in surprise and pleasure. “We’ll
slip in here,” he breathed, kissing her neck frantically, finding a tender spot
just below her ear and sucking.
Amara
moaned low in her throat and shifted as if she were anxious. “Floor,” she said simply, her voice thick.
The
bathroom was cold outside of the confines of the shower stall but the steam was
pouring out behind them as Jamie led her to the blue rug in the middle of the
white tile floor. The bathroom door did
not lock and the sense of danger made his heart race. If they were caught, he knew, hell to pay
would not be just a euphemism. Amara
tugged him down onto the floor, already on her knees before he could fully
process the image before him. Her olive
skin against the dark blue rug sent all sorts of ideas of a harem fantasy
spinning through his lust addled mind but he did not have much time to consider
them. She lay back on the rug and
stretched her arms over her head, along the tiles. “Well?” she asked, arching her back
slightly. “I won’t be in this mood
forever, you know.”
Jamie
nodded and lay over her, trying to keep his weight off of her as much as
possible. The tiles pressed
uncomfortably against his shins and arms as he braced himself, shivering at how
warm she felt, her petaled flesh so close to his
length. With a resigned sigh, she
reached between them again, this time guiding him into her waiting sex. Jamie gasped and shuddered hard. She was tight around him, her body clenching
at his, grasping and shivering as he held still within her. Amara made an inarticulate noise as she lay
beneath him, neither quite sure how to proceed though their bodies were demanding
something, anything. Finally, Jamie took
initiative and began to move within her, slow and unsteady thrusts meeting her
slightly arching hips, the rhythm becoming faster and somewhat more steady as the moments past. Amara murmured things he did not understand,
words he had never heard before and some he had, all making him blush. He expected, on some level, to wake up in the
throes of an embarrassingly fulfilling sex dream, messy pajamas and all, but
the reality was his body against hers, her fingers making red trails down his
back as her nails scored his flesh, not drawing blood but leaving marks of lust
as she began to answer his thrusts more forcefully, her breasts rubbing against
his chest, the dusky tips hard and teasing against his bare torso. Jamie could feel the end nearing—despite his
recent experiences he still did not last as long as he thought he should—and buried
his face against her neck, groaning loudly above the sound of the now-cooling
shower spray, his completion spilling on her thighs and stomach as he withdrew
from her body. His fingers replaced his
length before Amara could protest and she sighed, then
moaned as he found the spot within her that drew the most response. Pressing against the nub hidden in the folds
of flesh between her thighs, Jamie bit his lip when she cried out sharply,
loudly, her voice echoing off the tile walls.
She shuddered hard, arching and moaning as he pulled away. “Amara,” he said quietly, “they’ll hear us!”
She frowned
and sat up. “Ruin a moment, why don’t
you?” Without another word, she stood
and jerked her bathrobe off the hook where she had left it, covering her nudity
almost furiously.
“Don’t get
mad,” he said tersely, feeling his own mood sliding downhill. “I just don’t like the idea of getting my ass
kicked!”
She paused,
her hand on the door knob, her back to him.
“No, I suppose not… though,” she turned and
smiled just a fraction, “I suppose if anyone did find out… I’d have to make it
up to you.”
Jamie did
not like the sound of that at all.
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