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Author: vegawriters
Fandom: Silk Stalkings
Pairing: Chris/Rita
Rating: Adult. Very adult. If you're underage and you clicked on this link, it's your own damned fault, you hear me?
Category: Plot? Who needs a plot when Chris and Rita are sexually frustrated?
Spoilers: None, technically. Quick reference to the happenings in Shock Jock and Voices but not spoliery because you have to know the episodes to recognize them.
Timeframe: They’re together, but you can put it into your head when it happened.
A/N: It's not often I write pure smut, but this just wouldn't leave me the BLEEP alone.
Disclaimer: Rita belongs to Chris, she said so in Partners pt. 2. It’s canon. Apparently, though, SJC and Co. still get the money and the legal rights.
Summary: It still frightened her how much she loved him, how much control she’d give to him. None of the other men in her life had ever been able to get her to the levels Chris inspired.
Rita Lee Lance squirmed. She was tired and emotional and drained and she hadn’t seen Chris in six days thanks to the Jensen Trial being transferred to Miami. It was her fault, she knew. After only a few short weeks since they’d crossed that “sacred line” she was already addicted to the feel of his skin and the length of his cock and the way he teased her to the brink over and over again but wouldn’t let her fall until he was good and ready to watch it happen. Six nights of phone sex had left her panting and wanting him to do each and every little thing he’d described. Her vibrator didn’t have nearly the same pressure as his cock or the same ability to pound into her until she was certain she’d never walk again.
With a frustrated sigh, she shifted position again, her damp panties clinging to her.
Right now, what she wanted was for Chris to fuck her senseless. She didn’t want him to make love to her or shower her with his soft kisses or touch her in that perfectly tender way of his. No. She wanted him to rip her skirt up over her waist, tear her panties in two, and take her right up against the wall with her legs around his waist and his gun still attached to his hip. At this point, she’d happily blow the secret about the true nature of their relationship if he’d just push her up against the file wall and have his way with her. She was tense and anxious and wound up and since he’d walked through the doors three hours ago, they hadn’t had time to say more than three words to each other.
But right now, she wanted him to take her hard and fast with his hand over her mouth to keep the rest of the station from hearing what was going on. Yes, oh yes, she screamed his name over and over while they did it. Until Chris, she hadn’t been a screamer.
All she wanted was time alone with him and she’d even settle for one of the interrogation rooms at this point. But fate seemed to have other plans for her frustrated libido.
He’d sauntered through the door at noon and headed straight to the Captain’s office for a debriefing. Stopping at her desk long enough to stare into her eyes, he’d been called away before even getting the chance to say hello. He’d had meetings and it was her turn in the batting order so when the phone rang, she’d been taken from the department and to a scene and he’d never met up with her. Now, with two hours left this particular shift, they were staring at each other across their desks and she could read his eyes as well as she could read her own emotions.
Quite frankly, he wanted to fuck her too.
Chris Lorenzo groaned inwardly. She’d worn that suit solely to torment him – the black one with the red jacket – the jacket that made her impossibly tiny waist seem even smaller. The short skirt that barely covered the garter belt he knew was keeping up those expensive silk stockings. She didn’t wear them often, at least not to work, but she’d worn them today because last night, while catching his breath after she’d talked him over the edge, he’d made some comment about loving her legs in silk. He hadn’t expected her to wear the stockings to work.
The woman was going to kill him. What a glorious death it would be.
Getting through the next two hours without embarrassing himself was going to be impossible. He could only imagine the scrap of satin she was wearing under the garter belt and the nearly see through lace she’d be wearing under that jacket. Oh, yes, he did love her naked; he loved touching her smooth, perfect, porcelain skin. But taking her with her skirt around her waist, her panties shoved aside, and her lace covered breasts pressed against his chest was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. He loved making her lose control.
Someday, he’d cuff her to the bed. Someday. It was one of his fantasies but he still hadn’t told her that yet and he knew that getting her to give up that level of trust would need to come on a night of slow, tender, explorative love making not a day when all he needed to do was soothe his addiction to her. Six long nights of jacking off to her slow, sexy breathing had only inflamed his libido.
He had to give her one thing – her time undercover as a phone sex girl had really taught her a few things about making a man hard and then getting him off.
Then again, she could read the phone book and he’d still cum all over himself.
This was insane. The look in her eyes mirrored his. They weren’t going to get any work done today.
Glancing toward the Captain’s office, he stood, draping his jacket over his arm. If anything, sitting at his desk with a raging hard on was too much of a risk. Gathering a couple of files he met his partner’s eyes. “I need to spread out to work on these case notes. I’ll be in Interrogation A.”
She nodded in understanding.
“Okay. I’ll come find you if I need you.”
He nodded, making a point to not touch her as he walked past.
Exactly five minutes later, she pushed open the door to the rarely used Interrogation Room A.
He was waiting. She opened the door and he grabbed her, pulling her inside. Somewhere, she recognized the sound of the lock clicking but she was much more focused on how his hands pushed her up against the wall and up inside her skirt. He didn’t speak and she didn’t want him to. Not yet.
She was completely at his mercy. Balanced between the wall and his chest with her legs wrapped around his waist, there was little she could do but hold on. Chris tongue pressed into her mouth, keeping her quiet. He was the one to fumble with their clothes. He pushed aside the now-soaking scrap of satin she’d donned that morning and she was absolutely sure he’d snapped a button on her jacket. His long, hard cock pushed inside of her and the force of the movement pounded her back into the wall.
Clinging to him, Rita held on for the ride.
Each thrust of his hips told her exactly how much he’d missed her. Each tug on her lips promised forever. Each pull of his hands against her body promised that their reunion tonight would be soft and gentle but that right now, they needed this.
Less than ten minutes after he’d pulled her into the interrogation room, she slid down the wall, sated, still clinging to his shirt. He covered her body with his, holding her tightly. “God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered into her hair. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
She smiled. “God, no. I like it when you get like that.”
He smirked. “I know.”
“You do, huh?”
Still smirking, Chris slid his left hand back between her legs and, without any warning, slipped a long finger into her body. She tensed and bit her lip. “You’re still trembling, Sammy. Still wet for me.” Her knees went weak. But didn’t he know that she was always wet for him? His free hand hooked her leg back over his hip again, opening her more to his touch. All five of fingers on that left hand busied themselves between her folds. His thumb and forefinger trapped her still sensitive clit, stroking. “You want some more of this?”
“Yes …” she managed to whimper. Arching back just a bit, giving him more access to her very willing body, Rita let him take control again. She’d get him back later – get on her knees and blow him until he saw stars, but right now, she was more than happy to let him do exactly what he was doing.
She helped him leverage her body so he could again slide into her. His fingers stayed on her clit as he started to thrust. Again, to keep both of them quiet, he silenced her with a kiss, his tongue doing to her mouth what his cock was doing to her pussy and when he tensed up, ready to spill inside of her, the kiss changed and he bit her lip to keep from calling her name.
This time, he was the one to slide down their bodies and he caught control of his breath with his head pressed against her hips. She toyed with his hair, tugging slightly on the short strands.
The scent of sex permeated the air.
It still frightened her how much she loved him, how much control she’d give to him. None of the other men in her life had ever been able to get her to the levels Chris inspired.
“I missed you,” he whispered, finally, pressing a gentle kiss to her hipbone. His fingers toyed with her garter belt. “God, Rita, I’ve missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.” Her hand moved down his cheek to touch his neck. They needed to get back to work but she didn’t want to be the one to mention it.
Reading her mind, Chris pulled his hand from under her skirt. Looking up at her, his eyes glimmered with seductive glee as he licked any remaining juices from his fingers. “I did bring case files in here, Sammy. Don’t worry, we can take time to cool down.”
She smirked and moved over to one of the chairs. When he settled next to her, still fixing his now stained clothing, she reached over and stroked him, toying with the zipper on his slacks. “Well, if you brought work in here …” she leaned in to kiss his neck, “we have no need to rush now, do we?”
He groaned and his fingers moved to the back of her head, stroking his fingers through her hair and applied just enough pressure to let her know that anytime she wanted to wrap those lips of hers around him, he was ready.
Yes, tonight he’d rub her down with oil and make tender, sweet love to her in the bed he was already coming to think of as theirs. Right now, he wanted her on her knees and sucking him off.
Thankfully, she wanted that too.
His hands slid into her hair as she took his half-hard cock into her mouth. What was it about this woman? Anyone else and he needed time to get his strength back but with Rita it only took a glance and his body was ready to go again. Her lips and gentle teeth worked magic and while her fingers rolled his balls around in her hands, he had to remember to not tug too hard on her hair or force her face down too far. She needed to breathe to keep up what she was doing.
He tensed and her hands moved to his hips, keeping him from completely thrusting into her face and with one last nip of her teeth against his foreskin, he came, biting on his own hand to keep from screaming her name.
Looking down, he groaned as he watched her swallow. Was it sick and wrong that just that simple act turned him on again? Yes, Rita Lance was a screamer who also swallowed when she gave head. Who knew?
Gently, Rita slid Chris back into his clothes and zipped him back up. “I’d button your jacket when you leave today,” she said with a smirk as she settled herself on his lap.
Groaning, Chris balanced her across his legs, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. “I’ll just need to get rid of these pants, I think.” He sighed and leaned forward to kiss her tenderly. “I never want to be without you for that long again, Sam.”
Rita traced the strong lines of his jaw. “I don’t either.”
“I love you,” he whispered. “God, I love you.”
She responded with a kiss. “I love you too.” Sliding off his lap, she curled into the chair next to him and leaned against his shoulder. As Chris slid an arm around her, she reached for the top case file. “Should we get some work done?”
“Dinner at my place?”
“Of course.” She looked up and smiled. “So, should we get some work done?”
“Yeah.” He kissed her again and then turned his attention to the file in her hands.