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RATING – NC-17 – For Sexually Explicit description
WARNING – Regular sexual interaction, although somewhat domineering and very playful.
PAIRING – Chris/OFC
UNIVERSE – ATF
SERIES – If there's any more, I might give it a name…
PREVIOUS STORIES – Choices, although these are not in order
SPOILERS – No… not really. You don't have to read Choices to understand this one. Just know this lady is dating / 'seeing' three of our men at the same time.
SUMMARY – Cassandra decides that Chris is working way too hard and needs a little birthday surprise.
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DISCLAIMER - If only wishes did come true. Reality is harsh.
John Watson and CBS own The Magnificent Seven and all of its characters.
I seek, nor shall receive, profit from this narrative.
I claim All Original Characters as my own.
Please, DO NOT use them without my express permission.
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WRITER’S NOTES – Seems the muses don't know where this series of stories is going, but I'm willingly going along for the ride… <<giggle>>
Many thanks to Antoinette for her beta skills and constructive comments… You're a wonderful friend to me, Lady, and I appreciate it so much.
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Still suspicious, Larabee walked back toward his office door.It was well past midnight and the suites belonging to Team Seven were expectantly vacate, yet, Chris was still sure he'd heard a noise coming from the coffee room. He glanced around the large darkened bullpen again and frowned. 'Damn! Larabee' he cussed silently. 'You're getting old… starting to hear things'
One last scowl quickly translated into a shrug before the ATF leader turned to push open his door. He stopped short, eyeing the solid wooden structure. 'Don't remember closing that damn thing!' Another brief bout of suspicion nagged at the blond. He listened intently to the quiet and, for a fleeting second, Chris thought he heard someone... but then, he wasn't quite sure.
Taking in a deep cleansing breath, the man in black slipped inside his office and locked the door behind him. He only had the small table light on over his desk and the rest of the room was cast in shadow. Moving to the blinds, he closed them, hoping finally to shut out any further distractions. If he didn't get this damned report finished soon, he'd never get home for some sleep.
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Huddled under the big oak table, Cassie could hear him moving about the office. As he slowly moved closer, she scooted back slightly, not wanting to be found. Watching the long legs standing in front of his desk, her mind regressed… remembering the first time she'd entered this office…
"Where the hell are you, Buck Wilmington," the voice was playful as Cassandra stepped off the elevator and entered the offices of Team Seven."Something I can help you with, Ma'am?" the older distinguished man asked as he emerged from the lunchroom.
The woman eyed the sparkling pools below the graying hair and she smiled cordially before her gaze drifted to the much younger, dark haired man that followed right behind him.
"What'd Buck do now?" the younger man quipped with a grin.
"Not much… in the last week," Cass replied coyly, her blue reflections focused on the man who had asked.
The older man tried unsuccessfully to hide his smirk.
"Thought I'd take… the issue… up with his boss," she continued, now looking at the grinning man. "That wouldn't happen to be you, now would it?"
The tilt of his head was slight. "No, Ma'am," he indicated. "Josiah Sanchez is the name. This here's JD Dunne."
Nodding at her courteous smile, the kid pointed to the rooms in the back. "Our boss's office is over there, but I wouldn't go back there if I were you…."
The other members of the team had offered the same advice as Cassie was introduced to each one of them. They all appeared to either have enormous respect for their 'boss', or, they cared enough about their own safety that they allowed him his every wish.
Even then, Vin Tanner had snorted at 'the lady's' 'interruption' of their 'working relationship'.
But, his sense of humor wasn't the only thing that sparked the lady's interest. From the wisps of his long, light brown hair to the lean, well-built frame and right back up to the cool blue of the sharpshooter's eyes…
Heck! What wasn't there that didn't set off those alarm bells?
Their matching reflections had held each other far too long…
But, that should only have been true if Cass and Buck were in a relationship. And, neither of them was willing to make that declaration…
Hence, the lady had made that first call.
Tanner insisted that they could only meet for coffee… "Ain't right fer a man to be seen with a friend's girl…."
No one ever saw them!
And, in Vin Tanner's arms, Cassandra let herself go… His calm, unassuming, and gentle way brought out those feelings in her. Brought out the lady she concealed deep inside…
Oh, but there was that 'boss' again…
If he didn't have one of his 'agents' looking after something, then he had them both off 'doing their jobs'. Now, it wasn't as though Cass had no respect for working. She held her own job and excelled at it. She had considerable respect for both Wilmington and Tanner. Their dedication to a dangerous job was more than admirable.
It was just the 'over-time', late night 'emergencies' and early morning 'reminders' that drove the woman to distraction.
At least she'd bothered to knock before barging in…
"Who the hell are you," Larabee had glared from behind his desk.
"Well," she closed the door. "I could say, your worst nightmare," she shrugged. Walking to the two chairs in front of the desk, the woman stood between them, running her fingers lightly over their surface. "But, that would be an awful clique," she sighed.
Chris frowned. "Is there a… reason… for you being here, Miss?"
"Oh, please," she responded rather curtly. "Miss implies a certain… innocence… don't you think?"
Settling back into his chair, the blond folded his arms across his chest. "And… you ain't innocent?" he questioned, the sarcasm strong in his voice.
Sky blue eyes met the green of Chris Larabee's stare… and held it for far too long… "Care to find out?"
It took a week, and the usual background checks, but he'd finally accepted the challenge that had tempted the core of his being.
Always the cautious, responsible one, Chris had made himself clear before entering her apartment. "Seems you checked out," he'd offered as an explanation for his presence.
"Guess that means you can… associate with me, then?"
The door closed slowly, confining the two to her apartment… 'To find out'.
That was about two months ago and Cassie was enjoying herself immensely. Well… except for the fact that Larabee's own work schedule was worse than the one he imposed on his men! Determine that Chris was going to enjoy his birthday, willingly or not, the lady waited.
Staring at the long legs, Cass couldn’t help but suppress her deep sigh. Oh yes, she wanted… and it was time to act.
Without warning a pair of strong arms forced Larabee to the floor by quickly wrapping around his knees and exerting pressure on the back of them.
Chris felt himself going but couldn't stop the fall. Cussing aloud as his shoulders hit the chair, he heard it go skidding away on its wheels. His mind flashed with thoughts of the assailant as his hands instinctively went out to soften the landing. He rolled as he went down, searching the culprit out in the semi-darkness.
Quick as lightening, Cassie straddled the blond; avoiding flailing arms and legs in the process. She giggled mischievously, pressing her body against the full length of his frame. "Howdy," she cooed.
Recognizing the sultry voice of his ‘attacker’, Larabee tried desperately to control his urge to fight. He was never one for surprises, especially of the physical kind, and right now, his heart was racing. "What the…" he tried to ask as they still struggled slightly for position.
Her hands grasping at his, Cassandra grunted her reply as she continued to resist Chris' attempts to subdue her. "Thought you... could use a little… distraction."
"Cass… I'm not in the mood for your games," he finally managed to stop her flailing.
Leaning down so their lips were teasing one another, the lady grinned. "Are you sure?”
Chris glared and she was hooked outright. All of a sudden, the 'fight' ended and Chris was caught off guard when his strength, meeting no resistance, pulled her body sharply to his.
Their eyes met... and there was silence, yet, always understanding between these two.
'Damn!' the lady cussed silently as she, only inches from his lips, stared into his beautiful green eyes. She loved these little unexpected trysts. Sometimes more than their occasional planned interludes. What this man did to her... 'Should be illegal' she mused. Carefully, she propped herself up slowly into a straddling position.
Larabee watched the purposeful movement. He knew he hadn't read the signs wrong. 'Damn woman don't know the meaning of subtle'... but that's what made moments like these so... 'Sexy!'
His arms chased her body as it withdrew, only to be stopped in mid-air.
The curls were barely visible at the corner of her lips, especially given the shadows that enveloped them, yet Chris didn't need more light to know Cass was grinning.
"Oh no you don't, Larabee," she whispered into the semi-darkness. "A man needs to 'receive' on his birthday… don't you think?"
"Birthday?" the blond frowned.
Again, Cassandra's words were sultry, fully loaded for hunting man. "Past midnight, Cowboy. Saturday already… and that means an extra special gift for the birthday boy."
Larabee couldn't resist his come back. "Boy?" he queried with raised eyebrows.
Cassie's smirk was wicked. "Okay…all man! But… I've got this one… You up for a little game of lay back… and relax…."
The blond's eyes closed momentarily and he cleared his throat, swallowing the lump that had instantly appeared. The words alone took away his resistance. He knew this little game... but the sultry tone of her voice sent a torrid of blood flowing directly to where it would soon be required.
Cassie felt his non-verbal answer and ground her pelvis down into his groin in recognition of that fact. Unexpectedly, she giggled...
'That... mischievous... laugh' Chris thought. His hardness grew. He knew his resolve was about to be tested.
Indicating that his hands should 'go away', Cassandra's slowly ventured towards the buttons of his shirt. Making short work of the barriers, she spread the material wide and carefully scrapped her fingertips down his chest.
She heard him gasp quietly...
Another sly smile...
Effortlessly, she reached behind her back to release the hooks of her bra. In one quick motion, the lady's clothing was lifted above her head and discarded.
Once more, the blood surged to his groin. Hands so wanted to touch the softness he knew so well, yet, when he reached for her, she pushed him away again.
That grin again! The slight tilt of her head and then... 'Goddamn woman!' he cussed silently. He really hated that finger… the one that waved her 'Ah aaaaaarh' in front of his face.
He huffed aloud...
She restrained another giggle, pursing her lips tightly. The woman knew that he loved this game as much as he hated it. Leaning forward, Cassie allowed her nipples to be caressed by the softness of his chest hairs before sinking into the warmth of his flesh. Their lips touched, but did not share a kiss.
Chris closed his eyes, concentrating hard in conscious effort not to move. He wanted too so much... needed to even. His erection was stifling inside the confines of his tight jeans. It wanted out. It wanted the warmth hovering, barely an inch away. And, he needed to let it out.
A subdued growl barely escaped his lips as he took large chunks of his rug in both hands.
She bit him... hard and fast... yet ever so gentle.
Allowing the bite to slowly transform into the kiss originally intended, Cassie sucked his bottom lip in, and released it quickly. She followed the receding moisture into the torturous cavern that was Larabee's mouth. Her tongue effortlessly finding its playmate, they jostled for position as the swollen flesh of heated lips vied in their own battle.
Chris gripped the carpet below his body as hers wiggled temptingly. The string of words that ran though his mind might be considered vile, or even condescending. Yet, they were so much more. Just like the atmosphere violently descending on the small room, the thoughts were meant only in the heat of passion and lust.
Lips parted as lungs panted desperately in their shared need. The air flowed desirably into hot bodies and Cassie quickly sat up and inched back slightly. His belt buckle was undone before either party knew it, but then all motion stopped as the button popped open under her careful manipulations.
Green pools sprang open as Chris lifted his head to peer down at his lady. The look in her eyes just killed him... and he silently cussed himself for agreeing to this game... again... still.
'Damn!' She was right… he couldn't resist…
Realization signaled his renewed need for control as one hand undid his zipper. So painstakingly slow, he actually experienced the anguish of the journey. Larabee’s eyelids drifted closed again and his head gradually settled back to the floor.
He felt the whisper of her feather-light touch on his underwear, teasingly pawing at the outline of his penis as her hands settled on his hips, ever-ready to remove the cloth that separated her from a growing desire. He sensed her slight annoyance at the seemingly impenetrable barrier his pants presented, knowing, smugly, that Cassie would be silently cussing the snugness of his ‘TBJ’s’, as she liked to call them.
And, she was…
'Goddamn, son-of-a…'
The lady bit her own lip. When he was standing proud, showing off his fine form, his tight black jeans were the most glorious thing this side of heaven. BUT!!! Lying down, those same jeans were… were…
The fervent growl came from her this time as she employed every ounce of her strength. “Lift that cute little ass of your, Larabee,” she muttered.
Chris wanted to laugh so badly… He settled for a wild grin, satisfied that he was getting a little of his own teasing back without really doing anything. He complied with her request and breathed a sigh of relief as his erection was finally freed.
Pushing underwear and jeans down to his knees, Cassie sat up proudly and eyed the source of her quest. With slow, methodical precision, her fingers carefully marched a path up taut thighs to the waiting bounty. Leaning back down as her digits reached their target; the lady blew warmth breath at the strong rigid muscle. She cooed when it responded, lifting pleasingly to find the source of the heat.
His eyes were still close and Larabee had every intention of keeping them so. In some ways, Cassie teased him mercilessly… but the satisfaction that came from her hunger always proved… well, in some cases, mind-boggling. The intensity of final release was well worth her torment… 'If I can just keep still' he thought. 'So hard to do… when she has her tongue running up and down my…'
Cass could feel the tension in his hips as Chris tried desperately to control his urges. It made her smile knowing that she was pleasing him and that he wanted to continue with their play. Nibbling her way back up his penis, her hands carefully drifted into place, fondling his balls gently. At the same time her mouth and tongue tortured the nerve endings on the underside of the head of his cock, kissing gently when the muscle drew closer, begging to be welcomed inside.
Finally, after several excruciating minutes, Chris felt her encircling the tip of his manhood with her mouth. His breath caught as he waited to feel the wet, warm moisture of her mouth take him.
Cassie’s eyes focused on the chest that failed to move above her. She giggled inside, knowing full well that he was waiting, purposely not breathing in the anticipation of…
Larabee’s green pools opened wide as much needed air seeped into his lungs. “Damn you,” he hissed, sincere in some ways, amused in others.
It can be hard to take a full erection into your mouth while smiling wildly, but Cassie managed it. She’d made him wait. Made him admit defeat before finally giving him what he desired.
What they both desired!
Hungry now for her appetite to be satisfied, the lady set about her task with a dedication born of lust. The need, growing ever stronger inside her own heated body, she lapped and sucked at the manhood, bringing it to rock-hard splendor within a few minutes.
Larabee understood that he couldn’t take too much more. He had so many urges to subdue. Needs and wants that distracted him for a time from the craving burning deeper and deeper into his soul. But then, the urges, needs, and wants became a tangled mess in his brain. He knew she wouldn’t want him bucking up into her mouth, driving home his desperate need. He knew she wouldn’t want him displacing her, forcing her to the floor to lavish upon her all that his pounding ache required.
Yet, in the complex mixture of sight, sound, and sensation that was his world at that very moment in time, Chris also knew that she wanted all that he wanted, and much, much more. “Stop,” he whispered.
She did…
Yet, Cassie made sure the last engulf and release was tantalizingly slow. Letting his penis settle to the hardness of his stomach, she kissed her way up the sleek body, stopping momentarily at each nipple, bringing it to a pleasingly pert bud. She continued… up his neck, nipping at his ‘Adam’s Apple’ before licking her way across his strong jaw towards his right ear. She kissed the flesh, taking it into her mouth as a tongue lapped the edge. “Hot, Babe?”
His eyes flashed…
Not waiting for an answer, the lady left his ear and returned along the same path she had just ventured. Nearing his mouth, her tongue took the lead and was instantly swallowed up by hungry lips native to this terrain.
The ensuing dance of moisture and flesh lasted for an eternity, Larabee fighting himself, yet trying desperately to force Cassie’s arousal to the point where she would allow him his will over her.
The lady, meanwhile, was powerless against the torrent of carnal desires that washed over her like a restless tide upon endless sands. She fought his lips, but each time she tried to pull away, the thought of his luscious mouth drew her back for more. Their embrace was, by no means gentle, and that just made it increasingly more difficult to forget the ache growing more insistent within her depths. As the deep-seated growl grew so demanding that it erupted from her lungs, Cassie finally broke free of his moist, warm lips and pulled away from the man at her mercy.
'Or, is that the other way around' she pondered as she gazed at the wondrous physique that was Chris Larabee.
Both parties took time to calm their breathing and at least try to reduce the pounding in their chests. Eyes stared at one another, and the sparkles they contained exchanged messages of a joint greed. A hunger that required satisfaction before the both went insane from the insatiable need.
Chris licked at his lips, watching attentively as Cassandra rose from her straddled position. The upward climb was slow and purposefully tempting. Her arms caressing each curve of her body, drifting enticingly over skin that Larabee so wanted to feel. The fingers leisurely pulled the cord of her sweats and stretched the bunched material wide. Kicking off her sandals, the lady cautiously slipped her pants over her hips, stopping for just a moment as her hairline was revealed.
For a split second his eyes closed and Chris cussed them both for temptations so cruel, and yet immensely satisfying.
The flutter of his eyes signaled all that Cassie was thinking herself. She discarded her remaining clothing without further delay, locking his eyes hard as she settled back to the hot touch of his skin on hers. In a 'cat-like' motion, she extended out on his form, curling back to his mid-section when the stretch was done. Once more assuming the straddled position, she rubbed her wetness against the hardness below.
Larabee's eyes rolled in his sockets as he gripped the carpet tighter. He felt her weight shift. He concentrated, lifting his aching cock to follow her, then smiled as her hands took him.
Positioning the head of his penis at her opening, Cassie grinned as she watched Chris react. She loved 'that smile' so much. The blatant, burning desire hidden on his lips and the slight acknowledgment that all would soon be forgiven.
Carefully watching his face, the lady slowly settled herself onto his rock hard member, adjusting and wiggling until he was buried deep within.
A few seconds passed as she continued her translation. Anticipation, a gasp, a frown, concentration, pleasure, a sigh… she read it all in a matter of seconds. Impaled, she carefully stretched out over his body again and went back to his lips.
Larabee's head came off the floor as he kissed her violently, making damn sure she understood clearly how close he was. He so wanted to wrap his arms around this temptress and roll her, submitting her to a little will of his own.
All of his thoughts and feelings came through in the embrace and Cassie smirked, lifting her lips from his. She allowed his tongue to drift down her neck. Curling her knees back to his hips, she moved up slightly, permitting his hungry mouth to explore her nipples. Minutes passed like hours as she slowly swayed to and fro. Each breast was given a turn at his lapping and sucking, but each 'switch' drove the lady to distraction.
In the best of circumstances, she'd have a hand trade places with his mouth so that both nipples were stimulated simultaneously. The dual exhilaration always sent sensations spiraling out of control. Driving her hips to work his cock… allowing a multitude of additional feelings to culminate in a climax unsurpassed.
But, maddening as it was, Chris was being a 'good boy' by keeping himself still.
"Damn you." The words slipped from her lips without warning.
Larabee grinned wildly. "Hot, babe?" he questioned knowingly.
Cassie sat up slowly and spied the green-eyed culprit.
Even in the semi-darkness, Chris knew he was being glared at. He could also make out the glint in her eye as her hips slowly began to move. The purposeful grinding of their flesh caused every nerve in his body to tense expectantly. "If you're not close, you'd better stop," he advised. "Let me…."
"No," she spat back, he motion quickening, driving his hardness deeper into her body.
The man in black understood that she meant to finish this on her own and he willingly accepted that fact. For him, it was as much a pleasure as it was for her. Cassandra would control their bodies in the ultimate consummation, and he would experience his orgasm without moving a muscle. The most excruciatingly pleasurably experience he had ever known, allowing every single nerve ending to transmit their cumulative sigh of relief to his brain without being hindered by mixed messages from the rest of his body.
Just the thought drove Chris nearer the edge of the abyss. His eyes begged. "Faster," his voice chimed in.
Cassie was lost in the void of carnal pleasure. She registered his insistence, picking up the pace as she rode his muscle with all her will. The rhythmic insertion and withdrawal was causing all the right reactions and she knew it wouldn't be long. Her heart raced and her breathing was erratic, but none of that mattered… there was only one thing that mattered.
Pushing him ever closer she felt him tighten and his excitement fueled hers. Again the tempo increased, and a mere thirty seconds passed before she heard Chris groan.
The blond bunched his eyes up tight as every muscle in his body tensed with the explosion of climatic energy. He felt the orgasm crest with a powerful fury as his seed sprang forth, but the feelings just grew deeper from there. Fighting the urge to react allowed his body to experience every mind-blowing facet of the chemical reaction. Each nerve ending passed it's 'baton' off to the next and Chris truly felt the 'relay' happen as it raced its way to his extremities. The ripple effect was amazingly arousing and so incredibly sensual. He gripped the carpet tighter as the moans seeped from his lungs.
When her man played this game right, Cassie experienced feelings normally not felt. When the situation was reversed, he was the one 'driving' home his quest and she was often denied the sensation of his 'cumming'. In this position however, and with the added benefit of his unmoving body, she felt everything that happened.
This time was no exception…
Cass felt his body tense. She heard the groan as his cock swelled within. She experienced the sensation of his offerings spilling forth and it sent a wave of pleasure through her body, pushing her deeper into her heated desire. Allowing his hardness to swell and course through her as she continued to grind out herself against him, the lady found her own release approaching.
Its coming was swift and sure, but once it had announced its arrival, Cassie's orgasm took control. Her body jerked, not quite sure whether to continue, or abate its forced march. A deep growl turned to a surrendering whimper and she collapsed onto his chest, yet her hips continued to drain the last vestiges of pleasure from their bodies.
Several minutes elapsed as all motion finally ceased. Two exhausted people lay in a sweaty heap on the floor, yet both were exceedingly content in their state. They simply experienced the aftermath of their lovemaking, together, in silence.
Larabee was the first to move. His hands, finally having released their 'death grip' on the carpet, snaked a path around Cassandra's back and hugged her tightly. No sign of a response at first, then her head moved to set a gentle kiss on his chest.
Chris smiled knowingly. "Bet you could use some sleep about now," he teased.
"Oh… yeah… maybe," Cassie answered after a long pause.
The blond smirked. "Maybe?" he repeated.
Lifting her chin to peer into his eyes, the lady took in a deep breath and let it out very slowly. Her eyebrows rose mischievously, "Kind of 'peaceful' atmosphere around here," she mused.
The blond breathed deep, "Well, I am supposed to be working you know!"
She grinned. "Hard work?"
Larabee licked at his lips devilishly. "Very!"
"I'll second that," Cassie concurred with a slight nod before her head drifted back to his chest. "Happy Birthday, Chris," she whispered.
"ALL… day… long," he countered seductively.
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THE END
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