Hearts & Diamonds - Backroom

[Mister J]

Hearts & Diamonds​

Backroom
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Behind the sliding bookshelf and down a winding staircase, you enter the wine cellar for Hearts & Diamonds which also doubles as a cozy and lush VIP lounge with exposed stone walls and oak beams, surrounding a walnut block bar and oversized plush armchairs.

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This is for heavy private rp away from the public lounge and is INVITE ONLY either from myself or Lily. ​

 

[Mister J]

*Slowly and carefully, he leads her down the winding stairs and into the small secret lounge. The fireplace is already going and two glasses of wine have already been set out... as if planned. He walks over to one of the little tables and plucks two glasses, handing her one. Then he picks up the bottle of wine and pours some for her and a bit for him.*

So what do you think?

 

[Mephistophelily]

*follows him, clutching his hand, a curious but happy smirk on her face. Show and tell? What's he hidden behind his bookcase? The place itself was amazing. What else could he have?*

*a shocked, awed look takes her face as they hit his destination, taking the offered wine glass and giving him a loving smile as he pours*

You have so many wonderful surprises, mister. It's perfect. Private, and so well hidden away, and... Did I mention private?

*laughs, holding the glass carefully before kissing his cheek gently*

 

[Mister J]

(Fair warning, I might disappear without warning. Blaming lil one. Just sayin'... yeah.)

That would be twice now, yes. Heh he--

*rubs his cheek a bit after the kiss and smiles wide*

... Heh.. thanks, tiger. I try.

*He finishes his wine and sets the glass down on one of the tables before stepping closer to her. His hand moves to her hip, his thumb sliding between the fabric and her skin. His eyes can't help but follow where his hand moves. He slowly slides her panties down on one side, about an inch or two from where they were before he looks back to her own eyes.*

It's been awhile... be gentle.

*The smirk pulls at his cheeks as he holds back a laugh and instead leans in to kiss her. His lips press against hers, so familiar, like he knew every inch. The taste of her made him shiver.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

No promises.

*a smile in return, her hips twisting ever so slightly against his hands, readjusting and inviting their familiar touch back. The wine glass almost forgotten, gingerly gripped in fingertips as her arms drape over his shoulders, kissing him deeply, enjoying the taste of the man she missed... As silly as it may have sounded, her Puddin.'*

Mmmph. God I missed that.

*words whispered, almost growled, against his lips, her eyes closed as her tongue slips to take his taste once more, tracing between his lips delicately. Slowly, she pulls away, smiling up at him before lowering slightly, taking a sip of her drink before setting it on the little table. Settling to her knees, her fingers dance against his belt, undoing it, opening the zipper and letting room to roam inside his boxers.*

*an upward glance with mischevious eyes. So many reasons to bring a smile to that face... But he knows the biggest reason of all. Her fingers gently take him, pulling him free of the fabric, her lips meeting him with a first gentle kiss against his tip before slipping past. Cautious, slow at first, letting him enjoy as she savors his unforgetable taste. A light moan grows in her throat as her tempo builds, taking him further, her hands holding to his hips*


(No worries, hun. Got a stubborn problem myself- and no its not me this time!)

 

[Mister J]

*A groan from somewhere deep inside him, teeth bite down on a pinched lip. His hands find the back of her head, fingers intertwined in strands of dark crimson. She pulls him in further, his grip tightens instinctively. He lets his head fall back, a deep sigh escaping followed by another moan. Had it really been that long? That feeling he remembered so well, that warm yet wet sensation sliding up and down him.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*the groan spurs her on, the hand in her hair guiding her closer, eyes drifting closed as she lavishes on his length... One hand clasps his base, her lips slithering down to meet her grasp, her tongue massaging against him. Lips tightening, sucking gently at first, her efforts deepening on her returning dance... Two steps forward, one step back...*

Mmmnnn...

*a groan her own, her noise of bliss. Dance with me, Mister...*

 

[Mister J]

*He looks down suddenly at her groan, that smile of his spreads wide. He can feel her need rising, her body language and her anxious movements, all signals. His grip tightens, hips start moving on their own. He moves his legs further apart, bracing himself somewhat. Her tongue on him, flesh on flesh, each purse of her lips makes him throb even more, his head pulsing eagerly in her wanting mouth.*

Ohhh... good... very good girl....

 

[Mephistophelily]

*she gives, he takes... And takes some more. She'll give all he wants. His shaft presses deep, his hips rocking against her, her own body nearly shaking over it. Her fingers keep tightly to his skin, breaths drawn heavily and taking in his scent each time. His words bring a smile to filled lips, cheeks burning with pride over hearing them as she sucks and plays, muffled little coos and whimpers leaking past...*

 

[Mister J]

*Teeth clenched in blissful frustration. He growls through his teeth as she slides back down his length all the way to meet her hand. Breathing is quick, he wants more. He needs it, her, now.*

Nnnn...enough...

*Without another word he plucks himself from her lips and quickly leans down to lift her up to one of the tables. He brushes away anything currently taking up the room he wanted and he scoots her atop of it. Without care, he rips away her panties, the shredded fabric finds its way to the floor. His hips waste no time and find their place between her legs. His length meets her waiting entrance. He hesitates... savoring the feeling... feels like forever... he pushes hard, the table slides back into the wall. A deep groan escapes his lips as he leans forward into her shoulder, his teeth coming down on her skin. Too good... too good.. as always...*

 

[Mephistophelily]

Awww...

*A little attempt at playful still as he withdraws from her, immediately wrapping her arms about his neck as he lifts her from the floor. Eager little nibbles catch at his neck as he scopes out his available landscape, her not really caring where they end up... The thunk and crash of discarded items hitting her ears as he lowers her down, his hand simply snatching and pulling the thin mesh between them. Her hips grow anxious, shifting on the slippery table, fingers clutching its sides as she looks up at him, the smile refusing to leave as he pushes between her thighs.*

*Right there. He's just- right there, she can feel his heat, the light press as he holds off briefly, nearly driving her mad before---*

Haaa- Ohhh, yesss...

*Hissed bliss as his press brings the back of her neck to the wall, her head rolling to the side as his bite finds her skin. The pressure of his teeth, claiming her skin... the plunge of his length, claiming her flesh.*

*A hand grapples for his back, latching nails against fabric, digging for skin... the smile on her face never lost even between pleasured moans*

 

[Mister J]

*One hand firmly planted on the rim of the small table, the other gripping the underside of her thigh as he pulls back, savoring each little sensation against his skin. Eager hips push back in, he thrusts recklessly into her, the legs of the table rise slightly. 'More' he thinks... 'More'... Back briefly and then another firm thrust, a creaking groan from their support. 'More'... Again and again, he pushes himself harder, faster... he can't get enough... He shivers, his teeth marking her all across her shoulder and up her neck... each thrust, another clenching bite. Close... already? No... more... more...*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*mumbled pleads and agreeings to words never said slip from her lips, the smile of ecstasy directed toward the ceiling as their bodies connect, the sound of slickened flesh colliding echoing in the small room. Her hand clutches tighter still, nearly ripping his shirt, her hips pulling toward the table's edge and offering herself further to him. His. All his, all for the taking...*

*His teeth dig into her skin, so deep she wonders if he's drawn blood. She prays he has... Her body begs for more of him, for relief from what she's missed- Him... Each thrust that rocks that table, that leaves her groaning, begging, nearly crying in her pleasure- it draws her closer and closer to that edge-*

 

[Mister J]

*The table continues to plead and beg, it's groans and creaks falling on deaf ears as he furiously pounds into her, too good... not enough, he wants more. Close, he can feel it, the tingle running up his length, getting harder to resist with every thrust. He doesn't want to stop, he can't. Not yet. He was claiming his territory and he was going to take his time. She was his and everyone would know it. He bit down again, tasting blood this time, the teeth marks on either side starting to bruise already. He pulled back, but hesitated, no.... he needed more...*

This won't do...

*A flash of a smirk as he eagerly flips her over. A second later he's upon her once more, his body pressing firmly against hers. He finds her entrance easily and forces himself inside, pushing her against the wall. A haggard whisper*

Much... much better...

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Her body aches, clenching him, wanting more, begging... her heart pounding in her chest, the pant of her breaths growing into almost a growl as he bites harder. A slightly pained look, but a glorious moan as the teeth press down still- she can almost hear it in his own breaths, exactly the reason for it...*

This won't do...

*Her eyes open quickly, head raising to look at him, his strong hands already grasping and twisting, pulling her over. Her shoes find the floor, her cheek the wall, the table the brace to keep her upright and in place for him as he plunges back in, forcing the high cry from her, nodding furiously at his comment.... Perfect, so wonderfully perfect-*

*She barely can breathe. It's right there, his forceful push bringing her closer and closer, lingering right against it, the cry of need escaping her lips*

Puddin', please-

 

[Mister J]

*Her words, his eyes narrow. He continues to ravage her, the table starts to splinter at the base, a shake of his head, not yet. He's right there, but he wants more, he wants her forever, this feeling, too good. He can't stop, he can't. He pulls his teeth from her skin, gritting them in frustration. A hand slaps across her bare ass, staying there, clenching her flesh tightly. Too late, he can't hold it back any more... she's too good, too perfect...*

Yours... for you...

*His eyes clench tight and he lets out a pleasure-filled stuttering groan, his muscles tense up and then release. His throbbing length shudders within her warm embrace, his seed spills out, coating her insides, filling her. His fingers press roughly into her skin. His breath is ragged and heavy on her shoulder*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*jutting forward with the slap, the pull of his teeth as they leave, the hard forced thrusts that keep his claim; all of it, so much, just enough, perfect...*

Th- thank you...

*broken words as she tries so hard, unable to keep it, his gift her release of willpower as she finally hits her peak. Hips forced back, her body trembling, the high cries of pleasure mixed with gasps for breath as her climax's clutch embraces him. Make this last... Stay... Perfect, just....*

...Thank you...
*still straining for breath, her face flush in bliss, brushing her head against his as he breathes over her... That bite, that mark, those hands...*

...All yours...

 

[Mister J]

*He pulls her down into the nearby chair, still breathing heavy. His arms wrap around her tight, his head nestled against her shoulder and neck. His lips gently brush against his own bite marks. No need for a blanket, the fire would keep them warm. He just holds her as close as he can, intent on never letting go.*

Mine...

 

[Mephistophelily]

*smiles, nestled in his arms, content and comfortable... Eyes drifting closed, perfectly happy with staying in this spot as long as possible as he kisses her neck. Her hand reached up, caressing his cheek, the other searching out his fingers and drawing his hand to her heart*

Absolutely, my Mister J.

*drawing the hand up, kissing his fingers softly before curling in closer, blissfully happy and nearly asleep. Her safe spot. Her heaven. His arms.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*leaves a note on the book before heading down to the comforts below*
Here's to motivations of sweet dreams, Puddin'.

 

[Mister J]

*leaves a note on the book before heading down to the comforts below*
Here's to motivations of sweet dreams, Puddin'.

*Catches the note on his way out and instead heads down below after her, he'll stay here for the night... with her.*