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TITLE: Queen of the Castle
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: Castle
SHIP: Castle / Kate
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 2
SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: After Kate finds her mother’s killer and then ends up killing him to save Castle, their relationship changes.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Castle. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. I need it, I want it, I crave it. So be a sport. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER TWO
Back in the evidence locker…
Kate froze as she heard the door to the evidence locker open and footsteps enter. Rick’s hands at her crotch and breast never missed a beat as whoever had entered whistled while they looked for whatever it was they had come for. Her hands flexed on the cool steel of the shelving as he continued to send waves of pleasure into her and she had to stifle a moan. “Castle.” She hissed his name in a whisper to try and at least stall him even though her hips rocked to the rhythm of his stroking fingers.
He chuckled against her ear and she let out a slow breath as his hand relinquished her breast with a final tweak to her nipple and then slowly withdrew his fingers from her. She should have known better. Castle was too tenacious to simply give up, his desire and the obvious advantage he had on her at that particular moment. Before, she realized exactly what he was doing; he was pushing both her pants and panties down off the curves of her hips and down her thighs.
She wanted to protest, but she couldn’t risk alerting whoever else was in the evidence locker and he knew it. It only occurred to her that she could have grabbed his hands without making noise after he had both garments down to her knees. The air was cool against her exposed skin and despite the preposterous situation he was putting her in, she missed the heat of his hand. The soft click of a door closing let her know their visitor had left. “Castle, no. We can’t, not here.” She finally managed to verbalize her protest, but it sounded hollow and completely unconvincing to her ears. It must have to his as well, because she heard the tinkle of metal on metal as he undid his belt followed by the steely rasp of his zipper being lowered.
“Castle.” She tried one last time before she felt his hot, throbbing shaft nestle between the cheeks of her ass and then slide down until his pointed head found and slid through her folds as he positioned himself. “I missed you. I want you. I want to be inside you, Kate. I need to be inside you… I… I…” he whispered in her ear in a husky, passionate growl, his words drawing sharp little contractions in her core to expel a fresh torrent of sex grease onto his dickhead where it was wedged at her entrance. She had an idea what he was still trying to say, but she just wasn’t ready to hear it yet. Despite the length of their bantering, flirting relationship, it was too soon. This part of it was still too new. It might be true, but having either of them say it out loud would be disastrous. She turned her head and craned her neck to find his lips with a hungry, urgent kiss which stalled anything else he might say.
Their lips wrestled and tongues dueled and she reached up and back to run her fingers through his hair and scraped her nails along his scalp while his large, strong hands slid under her top to find, cup and fondle her breasts. Kate surrendered, damn the consequences she wanted him too and a smug little voice in the back of her mind laughed with glee at the futility of her earlier resistance. She let her legs relax and his hands tightened around her breasts as he thrust up so that she lowered herself onto him as he drove up into her. A soft cry was torn from her lips despite her best efforts to restrain it as she arched her neck over his shoulder while his thick, long shaft forged its way through her flexing, clenching, twisting channel, drawing a tingling, fiery trail of delicious friction to her intimate core.
His lips planted sucking kisses along the column of her neck, his teeth testing her flesh with scraping little nips. His hands flexed and relaxed at her breasts, his palms grinding her nipples sending pulses of electric sensation radiating out across her skin and into her chest in slowly expanding ripples. She sucked in a sharp breath as they became one and her sex clenched sharply around him, his lips vibrating against her skin as he grunted in response, his crotched pressed hard against her ass, his dick pulsing against her tight embrace. She luxuriated in the feel of him filling her, her stretched flesh slowly adjusting and molding around his rampant manhood with little tremors that made her taut belly flutter.
Kate had not allowed herself such luxuries during that first time on her sofa those short weeks ago. Once she’d impaled herself onto him, feeling his manhood fill and stretch her for the first time, lance its way through her resistant, yet slippery slick flesh to find her roiling core, something in her had switched. And, not to put too fine a point on it, she’d fucked him. It was not what she intended, but it was like a dam had burst and she was inundated with a wild animal need that she neither could, nor wanted to control.
She remembered him grunting as she started to ride him hard, drawing herself up his length and then crashing back down; The rough feel of her pants and panties scraping along her thighs as they flexed; The hungry, bruising crush of his lips as they wildly kissed; The bite of his fingers as she pressed her breasts into them; the wild tattoo of her racing heart and the pounding of her blood in her ears that accompanied it; The waves of fire that washed across her skin and the prickling, tickling sensation of perspiration popping up on her skin in response; The surging blasts of pleasure that were almost pain as his shaft slid in and out of her; The blaze in her lungs as she gasped and panted when his hands grabbed her ass again and he pulled himself up, his mouth finding her breasts, his hips bucking to match her.
He either shared her urgency, or he just knew what she needed, but it didn’t matter as his hands squeezed and massaged her ass, pushing and pulling to add impetus to their rocking, rolling motion and helped to maintain their frenzied pace. Her hands ran the length of his back, feeling his muscles shift and flex through his quickly dampening shirt, occasionally digging into his hair to massage his scalp. She was only vaguely aware that she instructed, begged and threatened him not to stop; to thrust harder; to make her feel good over the sound of their labored breathing and the wet slap of their connecting skin. His sucking lips created delicious tension on her nipples as he lavished attention on first one and then the other. His teeth created a different, but no less desirable sensation as they nipped and pulled at the stiff, sensitized tubes. When his lips weren’t busy he was saying things too, but they bounced off her consciousness, made unintelligible by the flood of sexual sensation that coursed through her.
One moment the sweet tension of climax was building in her loins and then it simply exploded. She was shocked to find someone was screaming and then even more startled to find it was her. Her back arched into a taut, vibrating bow as the lightning vortex of her climax burst through her nerves to lock her muscles. Her arms were curled around his neck and she pulled him tight against her breasts while her channel contracted in a vice like grip around his thick, adamantine shaft. A tight, twisting squeezing compression while every other part of her conspired to tear apart as wildfire bliss overloaded her nerves. The ceiling of her apartment went in and out of focus and she realized she must have thrown her head back at some point while the freezing tension in her muscles gave way to random contraction and relaxation that made her shudder as her sex rippled around him.
His breath was hot against her cleavage and then his hands clutched hard at her ass and he let out a strained groan that swelled into a muted roar as his hips bucked. Kate cried out again as his hard, unyielding staff, swelled, pulsed and shifted against her snug flesh and she felt the liquid heat of his seed join the waves of her gushing juices. Her body shook and shuddered as her orgasm rampaged through her system. Her blood seemed to sing with joy even as her lungs burned and she panted and whined while she tried to find enough air and they clutched at each other. His solid form was a welcome anchor in the raging storm of delight that tore away her senses so that she felt like she was floating.
She didn’t know how long the storm lasted, but it ended as abruptly as it had begun. One moment she was electrified and energized to bursting by the powerful waves of bliss and then it was as if every ounce of strength had been drained from her as she went limp. He dropped back onto the sofa and she had no recourse but to follow, not that she had anything to complain about as her cheek found the pillow of his shoulder and she could slowly stretch out her legs. They both groaned as he shifted inside her and her sex clenched around him in a bid to hold him in place sending another cascading quiver through her that jangled already pleasure-abused nerves.
His arms were once again a warm comforting embrace resting lightly across her sweaty back as they both attempted to catch their breath. Her muscles felt hot and loose with exertion and satiation. She whimpered softly as he slipped free of her and a trickle of their combined juices followed suite. “Are you okay?” he asked from above her. “Yes.” She answered quietly with a slight nod and tightened her arms little around his neck before letting them go limp. They remained like that, quiet and still for a while until her strength returned and she raised her head. “Do you want me to go now?” he asked when her eyes met his and she frowned, not sure where he was coming from or what would give him that idea.
“Do you want to go?” she countered with a sudden nervous flutter in her stomach. “No… No, I just thought… I mean… errm… how can I put this…” he stammered and her frowned deepened as it seemed Castle was lost for words. “You seemed to have gotten what you needed and…” He tried to explain, but could only shrug to try and make his point. It finally occurred to her what her actions might look like to him, but as much as she had wanted the pleasure of sex, she wanted, needed the intimacy they had shared after too.
Kate bit her lower lip. “I didn’t mean for it to be like that, Rick. It just happened. I can’t explain it, but I don’t want you to go. What do you want to do?” she admitted and worried at her full, kiss-swollen lower lip. His chest swelled, pressing up against her breasts as he took a deep breath. “I don’t want to leave, but… Maybe we could go to bed.” He answered and suggested, brushing a few stray locks of her auburn hair out of her face and tucked it back behind her ear. “Are you tired?” she enquired and she watched as his lips quirked into one of his trademark, naughty boy smiles. “I said we should go to bed, I didn’t say I wanted to sleep.
Her lips curved into an answering smile. “No. you didn’t.” she responded and his smile became a grin that warmed his eyes with suggestion. She started to get off him, but he surprised her and she couldn’t quite catch a startled yelp as with strength that she hadn’t expected from him, he scooped her up into his arms and rose up off the sofa. She tightened her arm around his neck and pulled his head down to hers and they kissed as he carried her to her bedroom.
Despite her recent satiation, the heat of desire soon returned as their heads shifted and their lips interlocked, mouths opening to invite tongues to tangle sinuously. They only broke the kiss when he bent and gently deposited her onto her bed. She looked up at him as he stripped off his shirt and then kicked off his shoes. She started to reach for her own shoes, so that she could strip off her pants and panties when he caught her hands and shook his head. She licked her lips and regarded him with her head titled slightly and then made a gesture of surrender and let her hands fall to the bed beneath her.
He lifted her legs one at a time and unzipped and removed her half boots, his strong hands massaging each foot in turn before draping them over his shoulders. Next, he ran his hands down her legs, his strong fingers kneading her calves through the fabric of her pants and then continuing onto the bare skin of her thighs. His fingers drew tantalizingly close to her sex as they explored the insides of her thighs before drawing back. On their way back, they collected the waistband of her panties and pants and drew them off her legs. She lifted her heels off his shoulders long enough for him to pull the last of her clothes free and toss them casually with a grin over his shoulder.
His undone pants hung low on his hips and he took a moment to push them down, his belt buckle making a soft thud as it hit the floor when his pants puddled around his feet before he kicked it aside. His eyes were a hot caress as they strafed up and down along her now completely nude body and she could see his renewed desire tenting the front of his boxers. His hands caressed her legs as he slowly explored them, pressing heat and pressure into her skin and the muscles underneath. She made the mistake of letting out a giggle of laughter when his fingers found the ticklish spot at the back of her knees and she was soon wriggling and kicking at him while laughing wildly as he made full use of his discovery. “Enough… Castle, enough.” She begged off breathlessly, her voice shaky with mirth and he relented his tickling became a slow circling caress as she caught her breath.
“You should laugh like that more often, Detective Kate Becket.” He informed her and she smiled up at him. “I’ll work on that.” She noted as he licked his lips before he slowly sank to his knees at the foot of her bed. His hands slid along the tops of her thighs, his thumbs lightly brushing her open petals before he grasped her waist and she squeaked as with a sudden, sharp jerk he pulled her to him and the edge of the bed. She let one of her legs slide off his shoulder to spread them for him before she drew in a shuddering breath as she felt the heat of his breath on the skin of the inside of her thigh.
His nose tickled her skin before she felt the hot bloom of his lips as he planted a warm, wet kiss on it. Her hips slowly undulated in anticipation as his lips edged closer to the juncture of her thighs. He was being deliberately slow and teasing, getting close along the inside of one thigh, only to shift back and to the other. On one such pass his hot breath washed over her slick, swollen folds and her core clenched to expel a fresh wash of sex cream. As, if attracted by its scent his tongue and then his sucking lips found her open petals and the nectar that coated them.
Her hips jerked as his snaking tongue drew lashing strokes of tingling friction through her folds. He wasn’t quite done teasing yet as he stopped just short of the buzzing button of her clit, his tongue and sucking lips just skirting it to explore her. His hands dug under her to cup her ass and draw her up to his lips as his tongue delved and probed, his lips sucking at her nether ones with rumbling noises of delight and appreciation. Her narrowed eyes widened as it occurred to her that he wouldn’t only just taste her down there and that he didn’t seem to have the slightest problem with it.
His strong hands kneaded her ass as he continued to devour her and she felt the wonderful tension once again starting to build inside her. His oral ministrations were a warm, wet source of delight, but he remained just short of amping it up to the next level by deliberately avoiding the livewire of her clit. Her belly started to quiver under the continuous onslaught, her sex rippling as it clenched and twisted against itself, flooding in response to what he was doing, which only seemed to encourage him to delve deeper. Kate couldn’t stop her head from thrashing slowly from side to side or her hips from rocking to push back into his hands and then his talented mouth. Her one hand grabbed and twisted a handful of the covers, while the other reached for and almost roughly clutched and fondled her breast before eventually rolling and pulling at the hard nub of her nipple to push herself over the precipice he now had her finely balanced on.
His response was to back off and she hated the whine of desperation that fell from her lips. She propped herself up on an elbow to look down her body at him. His grinning lips glistened with her cream and his eyes sparkled with amusement. “Stop toying with me, Castle.” She intended to threaten, but it came out sounding like a desperate plea. “You don’t like it?” he countered and lowered his head to lightly press his lips to the sheath that no longer hid her clit. She moaned and squirmed as he held the warm pressure against her skin for a moment before lifting his head. “Stop being mean.” She whined, her need overriding any censorship or witty banter the situation might have allowed for.
He didn’t seem to have the same problem. “But, Kate, I’m big, mean, Richard Castle. It’s expected.” He quipped with a widening grin, a waggle of his eyebrows and an impish tilt to her head. She looked at him for a moment and then she burst out laughing. “That a girl.” He praised and then her laughter choked off into a gasp that became a drawn out moan as he dropped his head and his sucking lips engulfed the pearl of her clit. Her body tensed, her spine curving and lifting off the bed as he sucked, the wet hot vacuum of his mouth creating a continuous burst of pleasure that pulsed into her with electric delight. She started to pant as he nursed at her joy buzzer and then she cried out, her hand blindly finding his head and clutching at his hair as he brought his tongue to bear, adding intense spikes of pressure and swiping, flicking rolling stimulation.
The waves of pleasure quickly started to overlap, becoming a continuous blanket of stimulation that swamped her nerves and made her tremble and shudder as tension in her loins grew exponentially. The final straw was one of his hands leaving her ass so that he could saw first on and then a second thick, long finger into her. By skill or accident, he found that special place inside her and caressed it with stroking fingertips. She had a few moments warning, the little stutter in the continuous ripple of her channel followed by a moment of welcome calm as she hung in that strange place where the build-up of sexual energy and her ability to constrain it were in perfect balance.
Kate hadn’t had an orgasm in months, hadn’t ben with anyone in even longer, so it was with a bittersweet mixture of pain from already recently overloaded nerves and delectable pleasure that she had her second one in a matter of hours as his ministrations pushed her over the edge. Bliss rocketed through her as she cried out, her hand clutching at his head, whether to still his mouth or increase the pressure, she was helpless to say. Her head pressed back into the bed as her eyes squeezed shut as barrage after barrage of electric delight snaked along every fiber of her being. The cries she bit back came out as little whimpers as she shook with the pulsing waves of her climax.
Her channel contracted and twisted around his digits, her ass clenching and her heel pressing into the hard muscle of his back as his now gently nursing lips and lightly lapping tongue kept the flame of her completion glowing bright. Her hips jerked and she gasped as he wriggled his fingers against the squeezing grip of her intimate flesh to send another shower of sparking sensations radiating through her. She felt light headed to the point of fainting and she was certain that her heart would burst through her ribs at any moment as with slight adjustments and gentle caresses he maintained the momentum of her orgasm, letting it ebb and flow, but never quite subside.
She was panting and shaking and finally the pain started to outweigh the pleasure as strained muscles protested and nerves when from overloaded to numb to stressed with discomfort. “Castle.” She’d finally breathed in a simple plea and he stopped. Despite the fact that it was what her body desperately wanted, she groaned in disappointment when he finally lifted his head and took away the warm of his mouth and again when he withdrew his fingers. Her body twitched as her muscles relaxed only to tense as an echo rippled along her frazzled nervous system.
Kate blinked as she tried to focus on him and catch her breath. His face glistened with a mixture of sweat and her juices and she watched as he licked his fingers and then his lips with undeniable relish. He planted a light kiss on her taut belly and gave her ass a final squeeze and she groaned as he slowly got to his feet and her leg slipped off his shoulder. “God, you’re beautiful and you have no idea just how damn good you feel and taste.” He informed her as he shifted from foot to foot and she assumed he was shucking off his socks before he stretched the waistband of his boxers and slid them off his hips to leave him as naked as she.
She was sitting up, but didn’t remember doing so. Her eyes slid down from his face and onto his surprisingly well defined muscular body. Her gaze slid all the way down to his knees and then worked its way back up before she fixated on his thick, long, curved and twitching maleness. She felt a little less like a detective as she only then noticed that he was clean shaven. He started to climb onto the bed, but she stretched out her arm and planted her palm over the center of his chest and pushed him back. His eyes narrowed and he approached again, but she held up a finger, waggling it slowly from side to side to stop him. She smiled as his cocky, smug façade slipped for a moment and he frowned.
She coyly pressed her teeth into her lower lip for a moment and the wet it with a swipe of her tongue as she shifted closer to the edge of the bed. She raised her eyes to his slowly and then let her head tilt. “It occurs to me, Mister Castle that you have me at a disadvantage.” She informed him softly and watched as a confused frown furrowed his brow. Kate let her smile quirk as she let the moment draw out, letting him try to puzzle out what she meant. She chuckled softly, keeping the sound low and husky so that it had very little to do with amusement. “Castle, for this to work I need to know what you feel and taste like too.” She told him with a smoldering look and reached for him. Her chuckle had everything to do with amusement as she heard him whisper: “Oh boy.” In an awed voice as he stepped between her knees.
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