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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 THREE
Back in the evidence locker…
They circled their hips, grinding against each other with soft moans as his cock stirred her roiling intimate depths. Her chest heaved, pressing her breasts into his hands as she started to breathe harder, faster, little shivers running through her as she processed the delightful waves of pleasure their connection produced. She turned her head and pressed her lips to the skin of his neck and breathing in his clean, masculine scent. He started to rock his hips; to saw back and forth inside her while she continued to circle her hips and her eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure multiplied.
Her hands flexed on the cool steel of the shelf, the edge biting into her palm, a tenuous touch of reality that let her know she wasn’t dreaming. Any fear or apprehension she had about the dangers of their location evaporated as he started to move faster and she pressed back and down to meet him, intensifying the electric surges that shot into her core and then spidered out to the rest of her. She could feel the delicious pressure of climax building in her core, pulsing and spiking, a wild animal testing the strength of its cage, hungering for release.
He whispered things against the shell of his ear, his tongue peeking out to trace it or his teeth nipping lightly as punctuation. He told her endearing things, demanding things, crude things, pleading things and intimate things. The writer in him spun images out of words that made her sex pulse and constrict around him as they played across the backs of her eyelids. His words petered into groans, grunts and growls as he strained for control as surely as she was as both of them wanted to prolong the delectable build up. She knew those sounds well. Kate remembered the first time she’d drawn them from him…
She felt his breath hitch and then leave his mouth with a soft sigh as she curled her hand around his manhood. His velvet wrapped steel, throbbed against her light grip as she slowly explored his length and shape. She studied him, memorizing the way it curved and it’s pointed, helmeted head; measuring his length and girth as she felt his smooth skin slide through her fist. Kate could still smell herself on him, mixed in with his heady, musky male aroma. She fleetingly wondered how much time he spent on manscaping, or whether he had it done somewhere, which brought up the question where one would get something like that done, as she used her other hand to fondle his hairless balls. He let out a breathy, shuddering groan as she went from exploration to massaging his nuts and jacking his cock with slow strokes.
Kate flicked her eyes up to his face to find him watching her with hungry intensity. She licked her lips slowly and then leaned forward. She slithered her tongue lightly over the head of his dick and it jumped in her hand while he pulled in a sharp breath and then let it out slow as she bathed him with her tongue. She teased him, flicking her tongue, making random contact with his skin along his length. She could still taste herself on him. She smiled when she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes and found his hands poised just above her head. She’d heard some women say that oral sex was degrading, but she had always found it empowering. She liked the way she could make a guy react. When she had a man in her mouth, she also had him at her mercy. She had all the control and she’d figured that out even before her first forays into the arena of oral sex and she had found enjoyment in it. She’d also gotten no small amount of pride out of the fact that she was by all accounts naturally talented at it and had been told so emphatically on more than one occasion. She teased him for a little longer; his hands getting closer, yet not touching her head, his groans, though stifled were strained.
She finally relented and wrapped her lips around his dickhead, swirling her tongue over his velvety skin as she hollowed her cheeks, nursing at it. His hands rested lightly on her head and then wormed into her hair to find and massage her scalp as she enveloped more of him in her mouth. His girth throbbed against the tight seal of her stretched lips as she slowly bobbed her head. She could feel him fighting the urge to thrust and his breathing become extremely measured and controlled. One of his hands continued to lightly cup her head with flexing finger while the other slid down her neck to caress her shoulders and back. She continued to swallow more of him, keeping the pace of her rising and falling head, slow and steady.
Kate reached around and cupped one of his rock hard ass cheeks. She dug her nails in lightly and flexed her fingers while pulling him towards her, encouraging him to thrust while managing him as well. They synced, but she stopped him thrusting any more than half his impressive length into her mouth by keeping her squeezing, twisting fist wrapped around the base of his shaft. “God damn, woman!” He exhaled vehemently, his fingers tightening in her hair as she drew back to nurse on his dickhead, letting her teeth scrape along his sensitive skin and then soothing it with her whipping, swirling tongue before she pulled her lips off him with an audible pop.
“You’ve been holding out on me, Kate.” He accused her and she grinned up at him before letting her tongue break the glistening string of spittle that still connected his dick to her lips. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Castle.” She promised in a husky purr and she watched him swallow hard before she again took him into her mouth. She started to control her breathing and breathed solely through her nose as she edged him closer and closer to the entrance to her throat. She took her hand off his shaft to fondle his balls, drawing a moan from him as she also increased their range of motion. He started to draw back when the pointed tip of his manhood found and wedged into the entrance to her throat, but she stopped him by digging her nails into his ass and pressing forward.
She heard him hiss and then swear as she relaxed her throat and swallowed, rippling it to draw him in. She slid her lips all the way to the base of his cock, burying her nose against the smooth, hairless skin of his crotch. He moaned her name as she kept him in the tight, rippling confines of her throat, his shaft pulsing. He was everything to her in that moment, all she could taste, smell, feel, hear was him. His other hand joined its twin in her hair, not holding it in place, but caressing and massaging her scalp. She could feel his hard stomach muscles quiver against her forehead and his balls twitched against her fingers as she hollowed her cheeks to suck on him as well. She held him there, feeling him pulse against her throat and lips until breathing became an issue. He grunted as she slowly pulled back, his hands held her in place for only the briefest of moments before their restraint disappeared and she could continue until she was again nursing at his dickhead. She looked up and his teeth were clenched, his jaw flexing while a light sheen of sweat coated his heaving chest as his eyes blazed with bright intensity.
Kate swept her hair out of her face, so that nothing obscured his view as she once again took him to the root. She again got him to thrust when she wanted as she set up a rhythm to take, hold and then slowly expel him from her throat causing him to grind out eloquent praises and encouragements in a rough voice. His words and her effect on him had her sex once again itchy and wet with arousal and if her hands hadn’t been otherwise engaged, she would have touched herself. She had to settle for rubbing her thighs together to give herself some relief. He started to breathe harder and faster and his words became the now familiar animal sounds of enjoyment and then strain as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth. His passage made a liquid gurgle as he slid in and out of her mouth and throat as she sucked at and swallowed him again and again. His hands in her hair started to lose their co-ordination as did his hips, but she compensated, maintaining their rhythm and her pace. She felt his balls tighten and his hands actually started to shake before they were less-than-gently tugging at her hair.
“Kate… Kate you… You need to stop… I…” he whined and then growled deep in his throat as she sucked harder instead. “Kate… Please… I… I’m going to… I can’t… God that feels… Feels so good, but… But… I… Not like this… I want…” he tried to plead and explain, his words coming out in fragments and breathy bursts. She felt tremors run through him as he unsuccessfully tried to stop his hips from bucking. She knew what he wanted, she wanted it too, but she wanted this more. With, her mouth full, Kate couldn’t explain to him, that as selfish as it might sound, what she was doing wasn’t about him anymore. She squeezed his balls, hollowed her cheeks and rippled her throat all at the same time in a confluence of stimulation. She also exhaled heavily through her nose to add the sensation of her hot breath on his skin. A strangled cry bubbled from his lips before becoming a roar when he threw his head back and his hips jerked as he swelled against the snug tube of her throat to pump his hot, seed into her belly.
She relaxed her lips and had to fight his hands which had reversed their intent as his back arched, to pull back so that his next spurt was in her mouth. She really did want to know what he tasted like, but she had to swallow as he quickly filled her mouth with his thick, hot essence. She massaged his ass and his balls and nursed at him until his climax slowed and finally ended and she kept the last mouthful of his semen in her mouth when she released him. She savored his taste, swirling his ejaculate around in his mouth before swallowing it with as much relish as she’d seen him do. He tasted good, a mixture of sweet and salt, but she hadn’t really expected anything else from him.
He was bent slightly over her, his hands resting on her shoulder. His dick glistened with her saliva and it twitched as she caressed it lightly, drawing a groan from him. Random, erratic tremors still ran through him as he slowly caught his breath. Getting him off and clamping her thighs tightly together had also transmuted her building arousal to satisfaction and although she could still feel the delicious tension of desire in her loins, she felt no immediate need to attend to it. She felt relaxed and comfortable and strangely at peace as she lightly stroked him and his fingers drew idle patterns on the skin of her shoulders. She licked her lips to collect the last taste of him.
“Extraordinary.” He whispered softly before his hands shifted from her shoulders to cup her cheeks and pull her to her feet and into a deep, slow kiss. She groaned into his mouth as she straddled his thigh and rubbed herself along it as she melted against him while he plundered her mouth without the slightest hint of hesitation at tasting himself. Her nipples sparked with life as her breasts flattened against his hard, smooth chest and she wound her hand into his hair as he tilted his head and further cemented their lip lock.
He backed them up and they blindly shifted onto her bed, hands slowly caressed and skin sliding against skin while their lips continued to tango. They ended up with her pressed against his side, half-draped over him, lips sucking and teeth nipping. She continued to undulate against his thigh, grinding her slick, swollen folds and tingling clit in an attempt to scratch the lingering itch inside her. Kate could feel his slick penis twitch and stir against her hip, but it didn’t get harder than half-mast. He sighed as she nuzzled at his neck, his arm curling around to let his hand rest lightly on her ass and pull her tighter against him. “The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” He admitted with another sigh. “Admitting defeat, Castle. Already?” She taunted playfully with a throaty chuckle. “Kate, you had me beat the day we met, but I’d like to think of this more as a truce.” He admitted freely and pressed her lips to the top of her head and she sighed in contentment, resting her hand over his heart and feeling its strong, steady beat.
“You always know just what to say, don’t you?” She part-accused and part complimented as his simple statement sent warmth through her while he used his free hand to pull as much of the covers over them as he could. “As, a writer, its sought of my job. I could stammer and hem and har if you like.” He commented and she lightly nipped at his throat in response. “No, it might be fun to watch, but that just wouldn’t be you.” She countered and laved the skin she had nipped with her tongue. They were slipping back into their old, easy bantering relationship and it felt good. She liked that at the very least that hadn’t changed between them. Comfortable silence surrounded them and she felt her eyes grow heavy as their breathing synced and slowed and slumber started to tug at her. She was relaxed, warm, calm, and happy, and he smelled and felt wonderful, snug in her bed. She felt calm and at peace, something she had only been projecting the image of for so very long and being with him was a significant part of that. She was in bed with Castle, they’d had sex, more than sex if she was honest with herself and she wasn’t freaking out, well at least not yet. Kate smiled to herself.
“Kate?” he called her name softly and she could hear the fur of sleep in his voice. “Hmmmm?” she acknowledged that she had heard him. “I know the circumstances aren’t the best, but where ever this goes or whatever happens, I want you to know I have no regrets. I know this was something you needed right now and… And I am happy that I was able to give it to you, but I want you to know that I do care for you. I’ve… I’ve wanted this for months now, but… I just need you to know, that there are no strings here. Whatever you want to happen is what will happen.” He let her know, his voice honest and vulnerable, his arm tightening around her. Kate smiled. “No regrets here either, Castle. I can’t say that will still be true in the morning. I didn’t plan this and I plan everything, but either way. This was right and incredible and, yes, it was so what I needed in more ways than you know. I will treasure it no matter how it all turns out.” She told him honestly, not ignoring the small doubts that still lurked in the back of her mind despite the wondrous nature of their experience. She honestly didn’t know what she wanted to happen beyond being warm, safe and sated in his arms at that very moment. She didn’t even know what could happen.
“Was this the start of a great love affair or just a release to the sexual tension that had been growing between them since the day they’d met?” She wondered, with neither answer seeming right or wrong and that set off little alarm bells inside her. She was never unsure of her, but she had to admit, he did have that effect on her and that was one of the things that intrigued her about him. “Castle, get the light. We’ll sort it all out in the morning and we’ll always have tonight.” She instructed with a soft sigh as she made the decision to let what they had done be what it was. She let her eyes flutter closed as she felt his lips press once again lightly to the top of her head. “Okay” he whispered before with a click the room went dark as he turned off the bedside lamp.
Back in the evidence locker…
Their combined efforts soon had her on the edge. Her belly quivered and her legs shook with the strain. Against her will, little sounds were leaking from her lips as the pressure and pleasure built. His fingers sent jolts into her chest as he squeezed her breasts or tweaked her nipples. Her sex clutched and twisted around the adamantine girth of his unyielding manhood. His breath was hot against her ear when it carried the words: “Come for me, Kate.” Her body obeyed his command before her mind quite finished registering the words and the dam inside her exploded more than burst.
Kate started to cry out, but suddenly his hand was over her mouth to stifle the excesses of her climax as her body tensed and her sex flooded and clamped down on him as electric bliss inundated her nerves and locked her muscles. His fingers were wet and slick and she could smell herself on them. Her tongue lashed out without conscious thought to turn the scent into taste. Her nails scraped along the hard metal surface of the shelving and the edge bit even deeper into her palms as she used the pain to ride out and temper the first, overpoweringly intense, supernova blasts of her orgasm. She seemed to have forgotten how to breathe and her lungs burned as her blood sang in her ears, making her feel lightheaded and almost faint. But, his tall, solid frame and strong arms cradled her allowing her to feel safe, despite the turmoil and allowing her to surrender and enjoy it.
And, still he was thrusting, humping to drive himself through her clenched flesh. His teeth bit into her shoulder for just a moment and then relaxed as he found her center and erupted, adding the liquid heat of his seed to the roiling furnace of her core. His lips vibrated against her skin as he used it to muffle the triumphant sound of his release and they shuddered together. Shockwaves of pleasure radiated through her, expanding across he nerves and through her senses as her snug channel rippled around him to milk him and try and draw him even deeper although they were already welded together as close as two people could be. Electric lashes of bliss swept along her skin and made her muscles twitch. She could feel his chest heave and shudder as it pressed against her back while her flesh pulsed against his fingers where they gripped her breast.
Castle groaned deeply as he emptied himself, his hips jerking to drive his essence into her even though he had already depleted his reserve. “I… I really have missed being with you like this, Kate. It sounds absurd, but three days is just way too long.” He panted and she heard him swallow hard to wet his throat as she too struggled to catch her breath as wild fire echoes of her climax still ran riot through her. She licked and sucked and nipped at his fingers until they fell away from her mouth and she let her forehead drop to the shelf in front of her. The steel was deliciously cool against her sweaty brow. She moaned as he shifted behind her and his slowly shrinking shaft started to retreat from her. She wanted to refute his admission, but couldn’t find reason or rationalization to do so. She’d been like an addict going into withdrawal and she hadn’t even known it until she’d got her fix once more. She wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about that, she hated being dependent on anyone, but it was hard to feel anything but contentment and satisfaction in the calm, warm afterglow of climax.
They both groaned as he slipped free of her and she made a disagreeable noise as a moment later his hand and the finger that had been lightly caressing her still-stiff nipple also withdrew. He swept her hair aside and kissed his way up along her neck to her ear. “I think we’ve pushed our luck far enough. Don’t you think?” he suggested, the tip of his tongue making a circuit of the shell of her ear. “Oh now you want to be Mister Prudent.” She accused as she heard the rasp of his zipper being pulled up. He spun her around to face him and then crowded her back against the shelf, his nose almost touching hers, his breath hot and ticklish against her lips. His eyes captured and held hers with hungry intensity. “Maybe, or maybe I just want to get you out of here to somewhere I can strip you naked on a nice, big, soft bed and we can take our time doing all kinds of interesting things to each other.” He rumbled, his voice low with intensity and filled with seductive promise, his forehead lightly touching hers.
Her eyes widened as she felt a pulse of rekindled desire flash in her loins. “Damn you. How do you do that? ” She whispered reverently and rhetorically and he chuckled. She swallowed hard as he kept his lips hovering just out of range of hers and took as shuddering breath as his finger slid down the sides of her thighs, found and pulled up her panties. His eyes never left hers as he did the same with her pants and refastened them. She reached for his hips and pulled him against her as she tilted her head back and his lips found hers for a slow, intimate kiss. She sighed when he broke it and stepped back, but her hands still rested on his hips. She had to break the contact as they both set about trying to make themselves look respectable or at least respectable enough. A scrap of mirror told her no matter how she straightened her top or her hair, she still looked exactly like she’d just had sex. She was flushed and a gentle sniff told her they both reeked of it. She hoped fervently they didn’t run into anyone, they wouldn’t even fool a blind man. Thank God Esposito and Ryan had already left for the night.

“My place?” she suggested and he nodded. “You do have whipped cream, right?” he enquired with a grin that widened as she found herself floundering for an answer as possibilities flashed across her mind. “Never mind. We can pick some up on the way and it’s your choice of chocolate, caramel or maple syrup to go with it.” He continued blithely with a cheeky wink. “And they say chivalry is dead.” She noted with a shake of her head before they both chuckled. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” She proposed and headed for the door. She motioned for him to wait as she tried to casually check if the coast was clear. She felt like a teenager sneaking around like this. It was kind of fun. Thankfully the hallway was empty and they went on their way unmolested.
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