Reborn in Castle (TV show)

AN: SEGS WARNING!!!

Travis scooped Lanie up in one smooth motion, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her down the short hallway. She kept kissing him, slow and deliberate now, her teeth grazing his lower lip while her fingers threaded through his hair and tugged just hard enough to make him groan.

He shouldered the bedroom door open and lowered her onto the bed. The mattress dipped under their combined weight. Lanie pulled him down with her, refusing to let even an inch of space come between them. She hooked one leg over his hip and rolled them so she ended up straddling him.

Her dress rode up her thighs. Travis ran both hands along the bare skin, thumbs tracing the lace edge of her panties before sliding higher to grip her ass and pull her down harder against the thick ridge of his cock still trapped behind his trousers.

Lanie rocked forward once, slow and deliberate, grinding herself along his length until he hissed through his teeth.

"You have been thinking about this since we first met, haven't you?" she asked, voice low and teasing.

"Oh yeah, ever since you checked me out when we first met," he answered honestly.

"You were looking at my girls," She whispered, as she continued to grind and leaned lower, almost touching his lips.

"You were checking out my butt," He raised an eyebrow.

"Guilty as charged," She agreed.

She smiled against his mouth and reached behind her neck to unzip the dress. The fabric loosened and she peeled it down her shoulders, letting it pool at her waist. She took off her red bra and threw it on the floor. Her breasts spilled free, and they were big and her nipples already tight from the cool air and arousal.

Travis sat up enough to take one into his mouth. He sucked hard, tongue flicking over the peak while his hand cupped the other, thumb circling the nipple in slow, firm strokes.

"Hmmm~" Lanie arched into him, a soft moan slipping out as her hips rolled again, chasing more pressure.

She pushed him flat on his back and worked his shirt open the rest of the way, nails scraping lightly down his chest and over the ridges of his abdomen. After she finished unbuttoning the shirt, he quickly took it off and threw it somewhere on his right.

"What do you think?" Travis asked with a confident smirk.

Lanie's eyes roamed over his bare torso, taking in the lean muscle, the faint scars that crisscrossed his skin like old maps, and the way his chest rose and fell a little faster now.

She traced one scar with her fingertip, starting near his collarbone and following it down across his pec until it disappeared near his ribs.

"These tell stories," she murmured.

"Every single one," He replied.

She met his gaze, then leaned down and kissed the scar she had just followed, slow and deliberate, letting her tongue flick against the raised tissue.

Travis's hand slid into her hair, cradling the back of her head while she worked her way lower, kissing a path across his chest, then down the center line of his abdomen. Every time her lips brushed skin, he tensed, muscles jumping under her mouth.

When she reached the belt of his trousers, she paused, looking up at him through her lashes.

"Still wearing too many clothes, Detective."

He lifted his hips without a word. Lanie unbuckled the belt, popped the button, dragged the zipper down. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged both layers down together until his cock sprang free, thick and heavy against his stomach.

'God, he is big and perfect,' She wrapped her hand around him, stroking once from base to tip, slow enough to make his breath catch.

"Jesus," he muttered.

Lanie smiled, pleased with the reaction. She stroked again, thumb circling the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had already gathered there.

"You like watching me handle evidence?" she teased.

"Right now, I like watching you handle me."

She laughed low in her throat, then bent and took him into her mouth.

Travis groaned, head dropping back against the pillow. Her tongue flattened along the underside of his cock as she slid down, taking him deeper until her lips met her fist. She held there for a second, cheeks hollowing, then pulled back slowly, letting him feel every inch of suction before swirling around the head again.

His hand tightened in her hair, not guiding, just holding on.

She set a rhythm that was steady but unhurried, alternating between long, wet pulls and shorter licks along the shaft, occasionally dipping lower to drag her tongue over his balls before coming back up to swallow him again.

After a few minutes, his hips started to lift involuntarily, chasing her mouth. She pressed a palm to his hip, pinning him down.

"Patience," Lanie said, popping off long enough to speak. Her voice was rougher now, lips shiny. "I want to enjoy this."

Travis exhaled through his nose, jaw tight. "You're killing me."

"Good."

She went back down, faster this time, hand twisting at the base in time with her mouth. The wet sounds filled the room along with his low, ragged breathing.

When she felt him start to throb harder against her tongue, she pulled off completely, stroking him with a firm grip.

"You're such a tease," He whispered.

"I haven't even begun," She said before kissing the tip.

She then stood up and properly took off her dress and threw it on the couch on the right. Then she put her fingers around the waistband of her red panties.

Travis sat up fully now, hands sliding to the backs of her thighs. He pulled her closer until her knees bracketed his hips on the edge of the bed. Lanie stood between his legs, looking down at him with heavy-lidded eyes while he pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her calf.

He started low, just above her ankle, then worked higher in lazy circles. The skin there was soft and warm. Every few inches, he paused to drag his tongue in a slow line, tasting her. Lanie's breath hitched when his teeth grazed the sensitive spot behind her knee.

"Keep going," she murmured, fingers sliding into his hair again.

His mouth moved up the inside of her thigh, kissing and nipping until goosebumps followed the path. When he reached the crease where leg met hip, he paused and looked up at her. Their eyes locked. She gave the smallest nod.

Travis hooked his fingers into the lace waistband of her red panties and tugged them down inch by inch. The fabric dragged over her skin, revealing her slowly. He let the panties pool at her ankles. Lanie stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

'That's a classic martini glass,' He thought, seeing her pubes.

He leaned in and kissed the soft mound just above her slit, then lower, brushing his lips over the smooth skin. Lanie's thighs trembled slightly. She widened her stance, giving him better access.

Travis gripped the backs of her thighs again, thumbs spreading her open gently. He looked up one last time, holding her gaze, then leaned forward and dragged the flat of his tongue from her entrance to her clit in one long, deliberate stroke.

'Fuck! She tastes so good,' He thought.

Lanie sucked in a sharp breath. Her fingers tightened in his hair. 'If you keep going like that... Mhmm~!'

He did it again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her. She was already slick, warm, and swollen. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, light flicks at first, then firmer pressure when her hips jerked forward.

"Yes," she breathed. "Right there."

He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked gently while his tongue kept working in steady circles. Lanie's knees buckled a little. He tightened his grip on her thighs to steady her, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

One hand slid up to cup her ass, fingers digging in while he pulled her closer against his mouth. He alternated between sucking her clit and dipping lower to push his tongue inside her, fucking her with slow, deep strokes before returning to the swollen bud.

Lanie rocked against his face now, small desperate rolls of her hips. Her breathing turned ragged. Soft moans spilled out every time he flattened his tongue and dragged it up again.

"Travis," she gasped. "Don't stop."

He hummed against her so she could feel the vibration. Her thighs clamped around his head for a second before she forced them wider again.

He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them up to find that rough patch just inside. He stroked it in time with his tongue on her clit, steady pressure, no rush.

Her whole body tensed. Her back arched. A low, broken sound tore from her throat.

"I'm close," she warned, voice shaking.

He sucked harder, fingers pumping faster, curling deeper.

Lanie shattered.

Her thighs locked around him. Her fingers yanked his hair hard enough to sting. A long, trembling moan ripped out of her as she came, pulsing around his fingers, flooding his tongue. He kept licking her through it, slower now, gentler, drawing out every aftershock until she whimpered and pushed weakly at his forehead.

"Too much," she panted. "God."

Travis eased back, kissing the inside of her thigh once more before looking up at her.

Her chest rose and fell fast.

She looked wrecked in the best way.

Travis grabbed her waist and pulled her down on top of him before flipping her over. He pinned her arms above her head and looked into her eyes. She could feel his cock pocking her tummy.

"Fuck me like you mean it," Lanie said as she opened her legs, allowing him to settle properly.

Travis looked down at her, eyes dark and hungry, his cock heavy and throbbing against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

"You sure you want me to wreck you?" he asked, voice low and rough. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke. "Because once I start, I'm not stopping until you're shaking and begging and can't remember your own name."

Lanie arched under him, trying to grind her soaked pussy against his length. "Do it. Wreck me. I want to feel every inch of that thick cock splitting me open."

Travis released her wrists and sat back on his heels between her spread thighs. He wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking himself once, slowly, letting her watch the way his fist moved from base to tip.

"Spread wider," he ordered.

Lanie obeyed instantly, hooking her legs over his hips and opening herself completely. Her pussy was swollen, slick, lips parted and glistening. She reached down with both hands and spread herself even more, showing him everything.

"Look at this pretty little pussy," he murmured, "dripping for me."

He lined himself up, the tip nudging her entrance. He pushed forward just enough to enter her, letting the thick crown stretch her open. Lanie gasped, nails digging into his forearms.

"Fuck, you're big," she breathed.

Travis held still for a second, letting her adjust, then rolled his hips in one slow, relentless thrust. He sank in halfway before pulling back almost to the tip and driving forward again, deeper this time.

Lanie's back bowed off the mattress. "Oh god... yes..."

He didn't give her time to catch her breath. He set a hard, steady rhythm, fucking into her with long, punishing strokes that bottomed out every time. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with her moans and his low growls.

"Feel that?" he rasped, grinding deep and circling his hips so the base of his cock rubbed her clit. "That's me owning this pussy tonight."

Lanie's legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him harder. "Harder. Fuck me harder, Travis."

He obliged.

He hooked her knees over his elbows, folding her in half so her ass lifted off the bed. The new angle let him slam in deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back.

"Right there," she cried. "Don't stop... fuck, right there..."

"God! You are so tight and wet..." Travis pounded into her, relentless, the headboard thumping against the wall with every thrust. Sweat slicked their skin. Her tits bounced with the force of his hips. He leaned down, capturing one nipple between his teeth and biting just hard enough to make her yelp, then soothing it with his tongue.

Lanie's hands flew to his back, nails raking red lines down his shoulders. "I'm gonna cum again... oh fuck, I'm so close..."

"Cum on my cock," he growled against her throat.

He reached between them and found her clit with his thumb, rubbing fast, firm circles while he kept slamming into her.

Lanie shattered a second time.

Her pussy clamped down hard around him, fluttering and pulsing, gushing wet heat that coated his shaft and dripped down his balls. She screamed his name, body shaking, thighs trembling violently around his hips.

Travis fucked her through it, drawing out the orgasm until she was whimpering, oversensitive and twitching.

When her spasms finally slowed, he pulled out completely. His cock glistened with her release, veins standing out.

"On your fours," he said.

Lanie rolled over without hesitation, ass up, face pressed to the sheets. She reached back and spread herself for him again.

Travis gripped her hips and thrust back in with one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Lanie moaned into the pillow, fists clenching the fabric.

He fucked her like that, hard and fast, one hand fisted in her hair to arch her back, the other slapping her ass once, twice... he continued to spank her while fucking, leaving handprints.

"You take it so good," he grunted. "Arg! I'm close."

Lanie pushed back to meet every thrust. "Fill me up... come inside me... I want to feel it..."

Travis's rhythm faltered. His balls drew up tight. Heat coiled low in his gut.

"Fuck... Lanie..."

He slammed in one last time, deep as he could go, and came hard.

Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, pulse after pulse, until it leaked out around his shaft and dripped down her thighs. He ground against her, milking every last drop, groaning low in his throat.

They stayed locked together for long seconds, breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat.

Finally, Travis eased out slowly. A thick stream of his cum followed, sliding down her slit and onto the sheets.

Lanie collapsed forward, face turned to the side, a lazy, satisfied smile on her lips.

Travis dropped down beside her, pulling her against his chest. He kissed her temple, then her shoulder, then the curve of her neck.

"Still alive?" he murmured.

"Barely," she whispered back, voice hoarse. "You wrecked me. Just like you promised."

He chuckled softly, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. "Good. Because we're not done yet."

Lanie lifted her head, eyes sparkling with renewed heat.

"Round two?"

Travis rolled her underneath him again, already hardening against her thigh.

"Round two," he confirmed. "And three. And four. Until the sun comes up."

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer.

"Bring it, Detective."

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