After Hours
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- This is for day 14 of the advent challenge, midnight. It is also part of my “The Captain” series. Because all my advent fics are in third person, so is this, even though the rest of the series is in 1st person. I may go back and edit this (or perhaps the older stories) but for now it is what it is. In addition to the advent series, this is in answer to a prompt I got last year “I have been waiting all night to do that”.
Pairing- Everett x MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- After a night out with their thief teammates, Everett and Prudence sneak off for some private time.
“Shhh, we need to be quiet…” Prudence chided as she and Everett stumbled into the Thief’s pitch.
“Winterbourne, it’s midnight, there is no one else around,” he reminded her, before burying his head in her neck once more, his lips kissing a trail over the sensitive skin as his hands slipped under the crop top she was wearing.
Prudence sighed at his touch, pushing herself closer.
“So you are not afraid of being caught?” She teased, her hands doing some roaming of their own.
Everett didn’t dignify her teasing with an answer, his thumb rubbing a circle over her nipples as his mouth covered hers. “I wanted to do this all night,” he murmured against her lips, “watching you on the dance floor, seeing you move…”
“Gave you some ideas, huh?” Prudence asked, running her hands over the front of his pants, feeling the hardness there, loving the way he reacted to her touch.
“Oh, yeah,” Everett told her, pulling away long enough to tug her top over her head, freeing her breasts, “I spent the whole night imagining what I would do when I had you alone.”
“You’ve got me,” Prudence told him, shimmying out of her skirt, a tiny black thong her only remaining article of clothing. Everett’s eyes roamed her body hungrily, before he pulled her to him for another kiss, at the same time his hands tugging her underwear down around her legs.
He grabbed her waist and quickly dropped to the ground, pulling her with him.
“You are wearing too many clothes,” Prudence complained, tugging at his shirt.
He quickly pulled it over his head, discarding his jeans just as quickly, along with his underwear. “Better?” He asked, settling her back in his lap.
“Much,” Prudence agreed, rubbing herself against his cock, letting her wetness coat him, enjoying the friction, but eager for so much more. “Please.” She shifted, sinking down on top of him, Everett’s hands tightening her waist as she did so.
His grip was firm, holding onto her as he thrust up. Prudence groaned and then moved forward, eagerly meeting his thrusts, her arms digging into his shoulders.
“Ohhhhh!!!!” She cried out, glad it was late and there was no one around to hear her scream, because she didn’t think she had it in her to be silent. Because she had been waiting for this all night too.
Every time she and Everett had danced, keeping their touches to a friendly distance, she had ached for more. She had been tempted to pull him into a quiet corner and have her way with him, their teammates and the secret nature of their relationship be damned. But she hadn’t.
She’d been good. And now she didn’t have to be.
It wasn’t long before the grunts and moans became shouts and then she collapsed against Everett, totally spent and he leaned back on his elbows, a look of satisfaction on his face.
“That was worth waiting all night for,” he told her with a smirk.
“Hmmm…” was all she said, leaning forward to kiss him lightly, knowing she should get off and clean herself up, but also enjoying this moment and willing to savour it a little longer.
Everett kisses her back lazily, one arm wrapping around her, their bodies still connected, neither of them having a care in the world.
- End
