Lift Me Up

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

When she swayed next to him, he gave half a smile at her words, rhetorically quesitoning what friends were for. He turned his head to look at her, but no words escaped his lips. Only silence. And, while it wasn't an uncomfortable one . . . it wasn't one without feeling. Emotion. Or, whatever the hell it could be labeled as. Bellamy wasn't over thinking it. He was just looked at her, probably more intently than he should be. He didn't know what it was about this exact moment that was making him look at her like that. Overly noticing her beauty, feeling things within him that he probably shouldn't be about someone who he was prohibited from being with.

Yet . . . he couldn't help it. He couldn't control it. He didn't even fully realize that he was ever so slightly leaning toward her with the intention of expressing whatever this build up was. But fortunately -- or unfortunately, he wasn't even sure -- she looked away. That snapped him back into the reality of their lives. And how this couldn't be. He turned his head forward to look at the doors, willing them to open so that he could hop in the shower and just . . . well, find another outlet for this. But fate seemed to have another plan, for suddenly, the elevator jolted to an abrupt stop. He made his way to the buttons, pressing on one of them, before attempting the emergency one. "What the hell," he thought aloud, wondering what had happened for it to suddenly stop. Was the power cut on the Ark? Were they in a state of emergency? That didn't explain why the actual emergency button wasn't working.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden's lips parted as she stared forward and tired no to think about how physical he smelled, and how much she wanted it all over her. What they had been together had been over a long time ago, and clearly she was just needing to get some--because right now in this left she wanted nothing but his hands on her, his sweat all over her, and his junk in her junk. It was just as she was exhaling a slow, yet deep breath to regain her control that the lift jerked to a stop. She had to adjust her stands to keep from falling. "What the hell," Bellamy said as he moved forward and pushed buttons. Braeden stayed where she was for a moment, and then moved up to stand half behind and half to the side of him. "The Ark has back up generators! How the hell could this happen?" She wasn't pissy, but annoyed--and really turned on and needed some menage a moi to take care of that before she jumped her boss. She looked around the small space before looking back up at him. "They had to stop it manually for some reason?" The Ark was built to be stable, and things like this didn't just not work! "I don't have my tablet on me!" Meaning she couldn't email out for help or anything.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was already agitated and frustrated and . . . this was just making it worse. The only relief he had was the fact that they would not be in close quarters for long and he could find a way to cool off from whatever sexual tension had built between the two of them in a matter of seconds. Or maybe it was longer than that. Maybe it was just now that they were feeling the weight of it. To make it worse -- or better, he wasn't entirely sure -- she moved closer to him to also take a look, trying to see what was happening as she questioned it.

It didn't make sense. As she accurately explained, the Ark had back up generators to avoid something like this from happening. And even the emergency button wasn't functioning. It was as if someone had tampered with it on purpose. Which she also vocalized. "Who the hell would do that," he questioned aloud, not currently having an answer not that he was expecting her to have one either. He was just expressing his own frustrations. He turned his head to look at her. Damn she was close. Damn she looked good. Why was she so close and looking so good?! This was not helping. Not in the slightest. "It's fine." He didn't even remember what she had said. What didn't she have?

Something on her . . . she had a lot on her. His eyes fell to her lips for a moment, far too aware of her state of undress. Of her intoxicating scent. He slightly parted his lips, feeling his heart beat heavier in his chest. He wasn't sure how it had happened or how much space he had closed between them. All he knew was that the next thing that was happening, was his lips pressing against hers in a heated, fervent kiss. It lasted several moments before he pulled away to catch his breath, his chest heaving a little from the intensity of it as his forehead rested against hers. "You're gonna smack the shit out of me, aren't you?" He teased, only half joking.

[Braeden Quinn]

"Who the hell would do that," Braeden didn't know and didn't care! She just wanted out of here before she jumped all over hot and sweat Bellamy and did things to him that would be embarrassing to even say allow. "It's fine." What? What was fine? She had been thinking about riding that boy in to the horizon. Climbing him like a tree. Finishing him like a pie. Going all---He kissed her. Braeden was thinking of doing he dirty to his man land and the next thing she knew he was kissing her and it was nothing like how he had kissed when they were kids. He was so much better. He tasted better, and he smelled like a man, and her girl parts were demanding to get to know him better! "You're gonna smack the shit out of me, aren't you?" He asked her and she smiled, "I can do better then that." Her hands pushed on his push until she roughly pushed him against the wall and then they fisted into his shirt, before her lips took his again. Her hips came into align with his, and she was so turned on that she didn't even realize they were rubbing against him.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Always a competition. Not that he minded. Especially not in this particular circumstance. He didn't know how she was going to react to him kissing her, but her words and actions that followed indicated that she wasn't entirely opposed or rejecting of it. Not at all. Instead, she pushed him against the wall and claimed his lips once more. He instantly responded, eagerly returning the kiss, deepening it to taste and feel as much of her as he could. How far they had come.

The first kiss they shared was tentative, unsure . . . testing the waters. That was the best way to describe the first night they had been intimate with each other. Yet now, any hope of moving slow or being tentative was thrown out the window. Replaced with lust, need and passion. And that was exactly what Bellamy was delving into right now. Her hips rubbing against him made him nip at her lip at the sensation. Wanting, needing more from her. He pushed himself off the wall, pressing her against the one across from them -- and considering the confined quarters they were in, it wasn't that far of a distance. He just needed her back pressed against it, as he pressed his own body against hers to keep her in place.

His hands went to her sides, moving over her bare stomach until they reached the top of her pants. He slightly lifted her so that she would wrap her legs around him, giving them both a better angle. He had already been sweating from training, but the warmth that she was filling him with made him feel hotter than hell. He began to pull the top of her pants down, not able to get them off all the way, just enough to expose what he needed. When the first layer of her pants was off, he began to tug at her underwear, slipping it down from behind which allowed his hands to move against the now bare cheeks of her behind.

[Braeden Quinn]

She had not stopped to think about what this was, and she wasn't about to stop now! He bit at her lip, and she curled her tongue around his, and they both were tasting each other and there was nothing outside this lift at the moment. She felt them move and the next moment her back on against the wall instead, and he lifted her up. This was hot! The whole room was hot and she has to take deeper breaths to keep air filling her body. His hands on her butt made the muscles in her girly parts tighten in anticipation. Her hands went to his shirt, and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side. His skin felt so good under her hands! Smooth but strong and unyielding! Her lips broke from his and went to his jaw, where she returned his nipping along his skin until Braeden reached his ear. There whispered in a husky voice, "I've been wet since she started sparing," She admitted, not event thinking about why that was a bad admitting. Her hand followed the same path his had, until she tucked into his pants and could grip his ass in return. Oh damn! He was soft and firm there too! That was new! He had not been this build at 16!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Being in the position in the guard he was, Bellamy often had to be rational. Right now, he should be thinking of how they needed to conserve oxygen, not knowing how long they were stuck in the elevator for. Rational thought 1. The second, was the fact that he was prohibted from engaging in any sort of romantic interactions, or relationship, with Braeden -- or anyone in her position. Fail on rational point number two. Basically, Bellamy was not being rational or logical or anything that required the use of his brain. He was only reacting, feeling, letting his heart -- and other parts of his body specific to male anatomy -- control his actions.

And right now, he didn't give a damn about it. She felt too good. This all felt too good to find any fault in it. The way her lips moved along his jaw to his ear left a trail of warmth and eagerness for more. His tongue ran along his lips at her words, the meaning of them. He knew that the kind of wetness she was suggesting, wasn't one produced by sweat. Her hands on his behind made his jaw clench with the building and overwhelming need for her hand to move in other places. Or perhaps him taking matters into his own hands -- no pun intended.

"We'll see about that," he teased, moving his hand to her lower front, tucking a finger between her legs to tease her already heated core. He drew his head slightly back, tilting it downward so that he could see her down there. A small smile played on his lips, heavily breathing as he looked back up. "Just like old times." A playful tease filled with truth. He had done something similar the first time they were together, only well, it was far different now. He pushed her back against the wall, keeping her entire body against it as he nudged her head back too. Pressing down on that singular spot in her center -- one he had gained more experience with after their first time, his lips hungrily went to hers once more, coaxing her mouth open so that he could explore between her lips.

[Braeden Quinn]

He was teasing her, and she loved the sound of his voice while they did this! It was different, almost huskier. Not his normal voice, and there was no formality in his tone! She moaned slightly when he first touched her between his legs, and her head moved back to bump into the wall! Oh there it was! The cure to the ache! Just like old times! She smiled at that, but teased him back. "Maybe you'll last longer this time." At the time they had been too embarrassed about things to tease and tell the other what they wanted. Now she had no trouble voicing it. He had been good that first time! She knew it now, even more then she did then as most girls would talk about how it hurt and they couldn't even get close to finishing. Not only had he taken care of her first, but she had been so close! And the later times they'd done it she had no trouble trouble finishing! Her hands moved to his shoulders and she held on. His fingers toying with her down there, mixed with how turned on she already was lead her to feel everything started to quiver! "Bellamy," She moaned, pulling his shoulders to to get him closer for each new kiss. When she begin to come, she broke the kiss and moved to muffle the sounds into his shoulder--seeming to know that it would echo too much in here. As the first orgasm begun to ease, she reached down to push her pants and everything under them down, and had to force her legs to unwrap around him to get them off. She wasn't done! If anything she only wanted him more now. Once then were off, she moved to pull his down too. They didn't make it past his knees before she was standing up on her toes and kissing him again. Her hand moving to wrap around him, and feel how much he had grown since she'd last touched him!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She teased him about lasting longer and he couldn't help but give a small smirk at the teasing remark. Mainly because well, he hadn't lasted long at all compared to the times that would come after. But stamina like that was developed over time. "Maybe you'll actually finish this time," he teased her right back. And she would, if he had anything to do about it. Considering the circumstances and their current positions, he wasn't intending on leaving her unsatisfied. He wasn't even thinking of how limited or prolonged their time in here would be.

He thought only of his strong need for her. One that was making every touch all the more intense. She had previously divested him of his shirt, and now she was pulling down his pants to free him. The moemnt he felt her hand wrap around him, he groaned, sharply inhaling from the sheer pleasure of her touch. It wasn't unfamiliar but it was so much beter now. With the time that had passed, and the built up need . . . everything felt better with her, here, now, in this moment.

Even the way she said his name, made him want to hear it again, and again. He withdrew his hand from her core, and moved them both to each upper thigh, pulling them so that they were wrapped around his waist. He then pulled her hand from him, pressing it against the wall he could no longer bare it. he needed to be inside of her. With one swift motion, he pushed inside of her, breathing against her lips as he heavily exhaled. She felt so damn good and it only made him push inside of her again, and again.

[Braeden Quinn]

He teased her, and had she not be so breathless she would have returned his tease, telling him that he been his fault! They had been been too inexperienced! However, right now he was lifting her up and and taking aim, before pushing inside of her. Her fingers tightened around his, as he held them to the wall; even her legs tightened around him as he did it! The stretching feeling of being so full was almost too much. She had slept with other guys but Bellamy was nicely sized and she loved it! Her breathing was deep and heavy, as it mingled with his. He began a rhythm of trusting and each time he pushed into her and hit her thrust right send a little wave of pleasure shooting up her spine. She pulled her hands out of his, and moved them to grip his lower back, trying to hold on to him better so he could have stronger thrusts. She made light gasping sounds, as she tried to keep air in her body but the heat, and his actions made it hard. One of her hands moved up his back to tangle in his hair, and she pulled him in for another kiss, even though she was breathless at it was!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The sensation of being inside of her was unlike any other. She had been the first woman he'd had relations with, and while there had been more after . . . there was something different about her. Something that made everything more intense and pleasurable. When she moved her hands from his, his own went to her waists to move her along with him, to meet each thrust of his own as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. His breathing grew heavier, the heat and the vigorous activity -- as well as the confined space -- almost made it seem like he was suffocating.

How strange that it hardly felt bad though. It just made the already formed tears of sweat on his forehead drip down a little more. When their lips connected, he pressed against them hard, stifling any grunts of pleasure that came with each thrust. His heart beating heavily in his chest, his hand moving from her waist up her stomach to rest over her chest, wishing he could just tear off the fabric of her sports bra which . . . probably wasn't the best idea.

For once, logic deterred him from doing it. But the temptation was great. He began to pick up the pace, pushing her harder against the cool metal of the elevator wall as he eased out of the kiss, but kept his lips against hers, continuing to breath heavily, groaning with the enjoyment that he was experiencing. "I'll wait for you this time," he breathed out between thrusts, not even sure how he managed to speak or form words. It was both a tease, and a promise that unlike their first time, he would not leave her unfulfilled.

[Braeden Quinn]

He promised to wait for her this time, and Braeden tried to laugh--or at least she would swear the sound she made was a laugh, though it came out half choked up and ended on a gasp as he pressed deeper into her! The thrusting made him hit it harder, and deeper and she was growing wetter and more tense, and everything tingled! "You wont--you wont wait long," She promised, because she knew she was about to come all over him! Braeden sucked in deep breaths, and tired to catch it, but her mind wouldn't work! It would forced on reaching for that place that was almost too high to reach and everything hurt for a few moments, but she loved it! Finally though the peek was reached and everything broke, leaving her tightening over him and unable to muffle the sounds this time! The world went black for a second, as everything went perfect, and then faded slowly down. She had not even known her nails were leaving small scratches over his back until she let go and her fingers felt stiff from holding him!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She assured him that he wouldn't have to wait for long. Good. Because he wasn't going to last much longer either. He blamed her and all her perfection for that though. Because this time it wasn't inexperience that did it, it was just how damn desirable she was. He felt himself throb within her and moments after, they seemed to fall in sync not only with their movements against each other, but when it came to the release of euphoria. With one final thrust, he spilled himself inside of her, ellicting a sound of pleasure and satisfaction at the overpowering sensation that consumed every part of him. It made it difficult to keep his legs braced, but somehow, he managed.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, his chest heaving, panting as he struggled to catch his breath. The way her nails dug into his back was also quite welcome . . . and it made him want to cherish this moment for as long as they could. "Damn, Quinn," he finally managed to get out. His hair was damped with sweat, and he drew his head back to look at her through heavily lidded eyes. The impact of this particular height of ecstasy was not one he would soon forget. Yet it was also one that they could never re-explore. He didn't think it quite hit him yet, but it would come soon enough. For now, all he could do was lean forward and kiss her, slowly, deeply, to end this seemingly perfect moment. Because right now, it was as if everything else ceased to exist.

[Braeden Quinn]

Everything stopped working! Her mind wasn't working, her body wasn't working! She wasn't even sure she could kick start either if she had too! "Damn, Quinn," She felt her lips twitch in a almost smile at his words. Yes! Damn indeed! Her head almost felt dizzy from the effort to breath! The heat making the whole room feel as if she was anywhere but mid-space. Years ago he had been her first, and he had given her many of her first after that too! Now she had another that could rest on his name! For some reason though the knowledge of that didn't make her panic like it should! Maybe it was because he was distracting her! He was kissing her again, and she could only kiss him back. It was wonderful! It was as if she was being lifted up! No wait! She was! The lift was moving! "Shit!" She hissed pulling back from the kiss in shock! She'd just sgaeed her boss in public and was about to be caught! "Hit stop!"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

One second Bellamy was kissing her, continuing to bask in the intensity of their lustful passion . . . and the next, she was telling him to hit stop. Why? Because now the damn lift decided to start working! Bellamy moved quickly, leaning over to hit the button, causing the entire thing to jolt to a stop. But he knew now that their time was limited still. They would send technicians to figure out why the lift was not arriving to its destination. Whatever they shared in here . . . had to now draw to its inevitable end. Bellamy didn't move though. He just stayed in place, trying to regain his composure. She made it so hard though . . . because he wanted more. He wanted her.

His tongue ran over his lips, forcing himself to take a small step back so that he could reach for his shirt. "We better hurry." He hated the words. That wasn't what he wanted to say to her, but it was what had come out. He didn't trust himself right now. He hadn't been thinking. He'd been caught up . . . allowing himself the pleasures of being with Braeden. And what made it all the more difficult, was how badly he wanted it again. He pulled the shirt over his head, pulling up his pants to make sure he was covered and quickly running his hand through his damp hair, letting out a heavy breath to help regain himself.