Room 222 | Saturday Night

[pursuedthestars]

Jim was almost sad to figure out whatever craziness had been in the phones yesterday had stopped. It'd been pretty fun to get some insane calls from people he'd probably never talked to about things he'd never talked to them about. He'd be saving those for times when he needed a laugh.

Tonight, he had his door open for no other reason than to see who might be around on a Saturday night. It was kind of sad he was around on a Saturday night but he figured one night in wouldn't kill him. Besides, sometimes the dorms could be entertaining.

Jim was sitting on his desk chair, legs stretched out in front of him and book open in one hand. It wasn't anything special but it passed the time until he thought of something better to do. He liked reading for pleasure, anyway.

Shh. Don't tell.

[Door & post are open]

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[pursuedthestars]

"Good. I wasn't going to tell you again."

That was probably lie brought on by the flush of pleasure taking over his body. His back arched off the bed and he moaned quietly.

"God, it's great being inside you."

It was.

[whenshewasnice]

"Thank you."

Well it was good to be polite. Even if it was a little snarky. She splayed her hands against his stomach as she moved again, pulling her hips back. She wasn't going to get to hard and fast immediately, but when she brought her hips back against his and started pulling them back again, it was already obvious she was establishing a pretty okay pace right from the start. There'd been enough foreplay for that, and she wasn't about to get accused of being slow again.

Besides, it felt good. Really good. "No complaints about you either," she breathed, looking at him. "You're... pretty hard. And that's pretty great."

[pursuedthestars]

"I am pretty hard," Jim said, chuckling a little at the description. He covered one of her hands with his, clutching her fingers in a show of tenderness, if you wanted to look at it that way. "Thank you."

His other hand came and grabbed some sheets, giving him something to hold onto while she started setting an amazing rhythm with her hips. He was fine with the decent pace. Just fine.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie wasn't about to start assigning any descriptors to small actions right now. But she liked his hand where it was. More than she'd bother admitting.

Her hips kept moving. And yeah, the pace was also steadily getting faster, bit by bit. Pretty smoothly, even, because she was just that great. Her control would break eventually on that score, but not quite yet. She could still make sure he got as deep as could with every push, for one thing.

[pursuedthestars]

Jim couldn't do a lot in this position besides give her something to ride and look pretty but he did try. When she was coming down for a thrust, he tried to lift his hips up to meet her, driving himself deeper and harder into her, giving her a little more of a thrill than maybe if he'd just kept still.

His breathing had gotten a little more ragged and his eyes were opening and closing every so often and this felt great. This felt really, really great right now.

[whenshewasnice]

That was an excellent thing to try. Natalie's little moan said so. She enjoyed that, and his initiative, even if he was a very pretty and and his cock and his hips were great things to ride.

And she responded to that by bringing her hips down harder on his. Getting a little closer to those sounds of skin against skin he'd been hoping for.

[pursuedthestars]

He'd never tire of being thought of as very pretty. She'd doomed herself with telling him that one.

But, that wasn't for now. He moaned again, clutching her fingers tighter and pushing his head back into his pillows. So, this was a lot better than reading a damn book all night. It was unexpected but so, so much better.

He didn't lift his hips up each time because he didn't want her to expect it but he did bend a knee, angle his hips just slightly different to twist their angle a bit.

[whenshewasnice]

That little change was enough to make Natalie moan, too. The nails on her free hand were pressing into his skin, and her hips were pretty relentless now. She didn't pull her hips back as far anymore, but the way she pushed them against his was harder. More forceful.

She could make his bed shake. Easy.

[pursuedthestars]

Jim reached up with his free hand and grabbed his headboard. His fingers curled around it and held on tight while the pace got quicker and a little more harsh. He was moaning pretty often now, not even caring about how loud he might be.

His bed was starting to rock and he was starting to sweat a little but he didn't care. He didn't care.

"Natalie, Natalie, fuc -- " He trailed off to moan again and breathed.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie loved the sound of his voice, just then. It made her moan. And sweat was good. Natalie was sweating a bit too. She cared exactly as little. She kept rocking her hips against his. Kept rocking the bed. Made it hard and fast with skin slapping against skin.

She even managed to pry her eyes open again, although the sight of him grasping the headboard just made her moan again. Louder. This was way better than trying to make him beg.

Too bad this really wasn't going to last much longer.

[pursuedthestars]

It was okay, they could go again in a bit if it didn't last too much longer. He'd agreed to be her world for awhile and if that meant another round? Well, he'd do it. Because it was oh so hard and all.

Jim grabbed the headboard hard and the muscles in his arm strained with the force he was pulling against it. The bed was squeaking and creaking but he didn't care. He held on and jerked his hips up, meeting her thrusts and making skin slap skin with a sharp noise each time.

Jim panted and moaned, trying to hold on for just a few moments longer. Just a little longer but it was spiraling towards the end really quickly.

[whenshewasnice]

Really quickly. And Natalie gave it her all, too. Everything was more erratic, but it was hard and harsh and she was barely managing to breathe, and what she managed was littered with moans and gasps and mumbled fragments of words. She could hear the bed creaking, and she could feel it moving underneath them.

She was getting so many points for that.

But that didn't matter right now. Her back arched, her eyes closed tightly again, and even after all her moaning, she whimpered once the release lashed through her, almost taking her by surprise. Not even entirely stopping the movement of her hips.

[pursuedthestars]

Oh thank goodness.

As soon as he felt her tightening around his cock, Jim pushed up as hard as he could and let go. He started coming hard with a hard, shuddering full body tremble. He gripped the headboard so tightly, he thought he might break it. His body trembled and shook as his orgasm continued for what felt like a long, long time.

The bed was creaking and rocking and he would love the memory of that later on. Love it. His eyes were closed and his world was pretty much where he was inside of her and everything that feeling was producing.

He moaned again as the orgasm started to subside.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie exhaled a shuddering moan of her own, and sank down against him. She was still trembling a bit as she tried to catch her breath, face half buried against the crook of his neck.

Oh, that had been pretty good. Yes. In fact it kind of still was.

[pursuedthestars]

Yeah, that had been...yeah, that was awesome. He shuddered once more and then closed his eyes, soaking up her warmth and their shared body heat after all that exertion.

He took a few deep, deep breaths and sighed.

"Jesus." That was a good word there.

[whenshewasnice]

"Don't get religious on me."

He could probably tell by how those words got murmured into his neck just how serious she was.

[pursuedthestars]

"Sorry." He chuckled low and draped a loose arm around her. "That was great."

[whenshewasnice]

"It was." See, she was being more agreeable this time around. The arm helped, though she was feeling different otherwise too. "Met all goals."

[pursuedthestars]

"Goals." Jim snickered and shook his head. "You would have goals even for sex."

He kept laughing and rubbed his face with one uncoordinated hand.

[whenshewasnice]

She could feel his laugh through his chest.

Right now, she liked that. "Well," she said, "there's the goal of it feeling good." Kind of an obvious one. "The goal of orgasms, though that's best treated as a subgoal of the first one because that's not what good sex is all about. And then there were the specific goals for hard riding and making your bed move."

He'd made fun of her. She could get smart about it.

"Pretty sure I got a bonus for that last one."

[pursuedthestars]

"Glad I could be apart of that bonus," Jim said, laughing again. He kept his arm around her and sighed quietly. "We can give it a go again in a bit. See if the bed can move a little more, if you want."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie kissed the side of his neck. Soft and a little lazy, and mostly coming from the general desire to be tender because she didn't have a lot of outlets for that these days. He was just conveniently there and available to be touched.

"Well, you did say something about screwing me right into the sheets," she remarked. "And I haven't noticed any of that happening yet."

(Jackson, for his part, had been outside the door some time ago, verbally keysmashed at how much he didn't want to deal with any of this, and headed out to check himself into the hotel in town.)

[pursuedthestars]

"You will," he murmured, smirking at her good memory. "I promise. Before the night is over, you will have been dutifully screwed into my sheets."

He was confident of that.

And he wasn't sorry, Jackson.

[whenshewasnice]

This time, it was Natalie who laughed. A throaty sort of quiet chuckle that seemed to ever so slightly take her by surprise. "Mm. That'll make getting home interesting."

She lived a few doors down the hall.

[pursuedthestars]

"I'm sure you'll make due," he said, sighing and stroking her back gently. "And you want that anyway. So, you'll make due. I have faith in you."