Dr. Shepherd's ManSex in the Morning Thread.

Between the Bars Madeleine Peyroux

Drink up, baby
Stay up all night
Things you could do
You won't but you might

The potential you'll be
You'll never see
Promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about
Pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
And drive them away
Images stuck in your head

People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I’ll keep them still

Drink up, baby
Look at the stars.
And I'll kiss you again
Between the bars
Where i'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught

Drink up one more time
And I'll make you mine
And keep you apart
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest
Where I like you the best
Keep the things you forgot

The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still.
 
His neck is so smooth and tempting and I’ve wanted to lick it for so long. Brushing my lips across his jaw, I trail my tongue down his throat, nibbling lightly till I get to his collarbone. My fingers quickly work the buttons of his shirt and then slide up the silky skin of his chest, tracing his lean abs, his ribs, and then his nipples. I circle them delicately with the pads of my thumbs while I tongue-kiss the hollow of his neck right where it meets his shoulder. Such a luscious spot. An involuntary shudder goes through him and I grin smugly to myself.

Sucking in a breath, he moves away and starts to reach for me but I catch his wrists. I draw them up and push him roughly back against the wall, slamming my body into his with a force that rocks us both. By the time my mouth captures his, his lips are already open and drawing me in. Our kiss is a fight for control. Hot and aggressive. Neither one of us will back down - we’re both tops, we both want to win. Control is the game and pleasure is the prize.

His thigh is between mine and as I fuck his mouth with my tongue I rock my hips, letting him feel how hard my cock is against his leg. The rough grinding is a strange heady mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves me reeling.

Gasping, I pull away to catch my breath as hot waves of arousal flood me. He grins smugly. He likes doing this to me. Point for him.

Not for long.

I release his wrists and his hands come around to grip my ass while I work the buttons of his jeans. When they give way his thick, cut 9” cock springs free into my waiting hand. I wrap my fingers around its warm and pulsing length, exploring its size, its velvety warm texture. Damn, he’s huge. A shiny drop appears at the deeply defined slit of the thick head and I slide my thumb over it, making the tip glisten. Then I rub my thump and the tip of my index finger together and bring my finger to his lips. He grins wickedly before licking the sticky juice off my finger, and then he sucks my index finger into the wet heat of my mouth.

“Oh God.” I gasp out loud as his tongue circles my fingertip and folds around it, sucking gently. He grins with his eyes as he watches me. What a fucking turn-on. My knees get so weak I almost can’t stand up as he sucks my finger, swirling around it while his teeth gently press without biting. His lips and his tongue work in tandem with the gentle suction - when I imagine what that sexy mouth will do on my cock I moan and pull away, heart thumping in my chest.

He looks into my eyes and I expect to see superiority - to see him mocking me, laughing at my weakness. But instead his eyes are dark and thoughtful, seeing into my soul in a way that makes my stomach clench.

Gently he takes my wrists and turns me around. I let him, oh God why am I letting him? Can’t think…don’t want to think… Just sort of fall against the wall as he brings his body against my back and pushes me gently forward, letting me feel all his muscles against my back. Different now, he moves slowly, nuzzling the back of my neck, enclosing my wrists in his hands and pushing me until my face is against the wall. Closing my eyes, I whimper.

“You know,” he breathes in my ear, and I shudder at the chills it sends through me… “You don’t have to keep fighting this.”
 
Don't worry Scarlett, you wouldn't make me gay....






although I predict Carson might be pacing in the hall hoping otherwise....

;)
 
Belegon said:
Don't worry Scarlett, you wouldn't make me gay....






although I predict Carson might be pacing in the hall hoping otherwise....

;)
LMAO. Well, I'd have fun trying, I'm sure. ;)
 
elizabethwest said:
LMAO! I loved that movie! Love the AV...
That's not where my name came from, but I love the movie too. Joe reminded me about it a few days ago when he made reference to a candlestick. ;)
 
OhMissScarlett said:
That's not where my name came from, but I love the movie too. Joe reminded me about it a few days ago when he made reference to a candlestick. ;)

I thought the movie was dreadful but the thought of you with a revolver... can't decide if it turns me on or scares me...
 
carsonshepherd said:
I thought the movie was dreadful but the thought of you with a revolver... can't decide if it turns me on or scares me...
It shouldn't, I'm a really good shot.
 
OhMissScarlett said:
He wouldn't even know what hit him. ;)

Yes I would... :rolleyes:

Scarlett, for you I just might allow it. to what point? c'mon, if I say that I might ruin Carson's fun, and I kinda like the game...
 
Belegon said:
Yes I would... :rolleyes:

Scarlett, for you I just might allow it. to what point? c'mon, if I say that I might ruin Carson's fun, and I kinda like the game...
*swoon*
 
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