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"Fuck," Jane moaned as he felt warm, familiar lips wrap around his length, taking him in down a wet throat. "God, Teresa."
Lisbon almost tensed at the use of her first name, but took him in deeper, swirling her tongue around the head of him. His moans spurred her on, having loved the sound of a man moaning just for her. She was able to let him touch the back of her throat, not even gagging as other women might.
Jane was reclined in a chair in the CBI attic, his pants and boxer briefs a pool around his legs. Lisbon's mouth was on him, and she felt absolutely heavenly. She gave the best head, almost as if she'd done it a lot in her life.
His long fingers delved into her hair, tugging at the strands as she sucked him, her alabaster cheeks hollowing just a bit. He groaned, his head falling back with a thud. Her mouth felt so fucking good.
Within seconds he was ready to let go, but just before he could Lisbon released him with a distinct pop, wetting her lips with the tongue that was just licking the length of him. Her big, emerald eyes met his, a smirk playing on her lips.
A growl rumbled in his throat. He was so close, yet the little minx stopped before he could cum in her mouth. A little tease, that's what she was.
Leaning forward, he wrapped his fingers around the pale column of her throat, his breath ghosting across her lips. "You're gonna open that pretty little mouth of yours, and you're gonna swallow every last drop of me. Do you understand?"
Her eyes gleamed with mischief, but she replied by taking him in her mouth once again.
She licked and sucked until he was overcome with pleasure, and it didn't take as long for him to be thrown over the edge. Just in case she tried to pull away again, his hand went to her nape, keeping her in place as he shot his load down her throat.
As he came down from his high, Lisbon sat back on her heels and stared up at him, wiping away a drop of his cum from the corner of her mouth. The sight was so erotic he became hard again, but he wasn't ready to take another blowjob just yet.
"You do wonders with that tongue of yours," he commented gruffly as he stood up and pulled up his boxers, his pants following. He zipped up his fly and gave her a suggestive grin. "Though it's nothing compared to the feeling of your wet little pussy around me."
Lisbon flushed, though her expression remained unaffected. "Clean your mouth before you get back to the bullpen. It's worse than mine, and I just sucked you off."
His sea-green eyes twinkled childishly. "That you did. And you do such a good job at it."
Rolling her eyes, she got to her feet, about to head to the door but Jane effectively stopped her by pulling her to him by the wrist and turning her around to face him. His eyes dropped to the heavy rise and fall of her breasts which were encased in a bra and tank top. He dipped his head and licked a stripe up the valley between them, tasting the delicious skin with a groan.
"Jane…" she warned, but her breathing was slowly becoming erratic as he slipped a hand beneath her tank top and cupped one of her small breasts in his hand.
He squeezed the mound and flicked his thumb over her pert nipple. "I need to see you come before you return to work and act like nothing happened between us. I need to see your pretty eyes roll back as you come undone by me and me alone."
"Then do it," she breathed, arching into his touch, her eyes heavy-lidded. "Make me come."
He smirked at her before dipping a hand beneath the waist of her jeans, slipping into her underwear and finding her sopping wet for him. She whimpered when he ran a finger over her slit, bucking into his hand.
His lips found her neck, peppering the skin with kisses and licks as she became a withering mess in his arms, begging and pleading for more. He easily slipped two fingers inside of her, thrusting them in and out until he hit her bundle of nerves and sent her into a fit of ecstasy.
"That's it," he murmured, watching her eyes roll back into her head. "Come for me. Come for me, Teresa."
She didn't need to be told twice. With a shudder she came hard against his hand, her body falling against him as she panted heavily, basking in the aftershock.
"Good girl," he murmured into her hair, retracting his hand from her pants. She lifted her head to watch him bring his coated fingers to his lips and suck the cum off of them, loudly moaning in pleasure at the taste of her. "Mm. You taste wonderful."
She didn't have the strength to speak, so she just sighed against him, making him chuckle.
"Get back to work now, little one," he chided, gently pushing her to the door. "As much as I'd like to, we can't stay up here all day. The others will be suspicious and we can't have that."
Still in a post-orgasm daze, she nodded and stumbled towards the door on wobbly legs. The image of him licking her off his fingers remained in her head after she left the attic, and she felt herself shiver in anticipation for what came next.
Of course, she knew it was only sex between them, nothing more. They'd made a mutual agreement just two months ago that they'd use each other for their personal desires, since no others were able to satisfy them. Jane wanted to bury himself inside of Lisbon's tiny body and Lisbon wanted to rake her nails over his golden skin. It worked out well for the both of them. They weren't sure when they were going to stop the whole friends-with-benefits thing, but it probably wasn't going to be for a while. The sex was just too good.
Praying that her face wasn't as red as she felt it was, she entered the bullpen to see Cho, Rigsby, and Van Pelt all waiting for her. Cho strode up to her with his arms folded across his chest. "We've got a case, boss."
She plastered on a grim smile just as Jane came bounding down the steps. "Alright. What is it this time?"
She stiffened when Jane came to stand next to her, his hand "accidentally" brushing hers. She knew he was just trying to make her break, to get her embarrassed, but that wasn't going to happen, not if she could help it. Despite his comments on her acting she could pretend nothing was going on between them for the sake of their colleagues.
"A man was found in a dumpster behind a restaurant. One of the cooks found him as he was taking out the trash," Cho explained emotionlessly.
"How fun," Jane piped up. "Let's get going, shall we?"
Lisbon simply shook her head as she followed the blonde to the elevator, trying to ignore the memory of his hands and tongue on her body.
But as much as she tried to push the thought away, she could just feel his long fingers dipping inside of her, feel his tongue swirling around her nipple until she became weak in the knees. She had to grasp at the elevator wall for a hold of something, and the sudden action caused all eyes to fall on her.
"Are you alright, boss?" Grace, ever so concerned, watched her with attentive eyes.
She could see Jane's smirk as if she had eyes at the back of her head. "I'm fine. Just felt a little dizzy."
"You're probably hungry," Rigsby piped up from his place next to Grace. "I always get dizzy when I haven't eaten in a while."
Oh, she was hungry alright. But not for food.
When the elevator came to a stop and their colleagues stepped out, Jane grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards him before she could follow, his lips ghosting along the lobe of her ear.
"I promise I'll fuck you good and hard tonight, you filthy girl."
Her cheeks flushed a deep red, the color spreading all the way down to her chest. Jane simply smirked and brushed past her to catch up with the others but she stayed behind, dumbstruck with uncomfortable arousal staining her panties.
Tonight couldn't come quick enough.