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"Lucy," Tim moaned, his breath tickling her ear as he nuzzled into her neck, his touch leaving a blazing trail of heat in its wake.
In response to his not-so-subtle plea, Lucy tightened her grip on his cock as she continued to pump his rock-hard shaft, loving the way his velvety smooth skin felt sliding against the palm of her hand.
"Is this what you wanted?" she whispered, earning another moan from Tim as she quickened her pace, her thumb beginning to gently rub against his head.
His breath was coming in shuddering gasps now, and Lucy could feel him becoming even harder as she worked him towards-
With a start, Lucy's eyes flew open, her eyes darting around the dimly lit space as her brain tried to make sense of her new reality. Within a few seconds, it all came flooding back to her: she was still on her UC mission with Tim, and they were currently staying at the Super 8 motel while they waited for Hajek to give them the last payment he owed them, which little did he know, would be his final nail in the coffin.
Now fully awake, Lucy quickly assessed her current situation and came to 3 separate realizations:
One, there didn't seem to be any immediate threat in the room, and Lucy couldn't hear anything that suggested anyone was trying to break in, so she was about 99% sure they were still secure. She would stay on alert for a few more minutes though, just to be safe.
Two, she had just had a very vivid, very enjoyable sex dream about Tim Bradford, her current UC partner/Sargent/fake boyfriend/real friend.
And three, judging by the throbbing at the apex of her thighs and the wetness between her legs, she was still insanely turned on by said dream.
What have I gotten myself into? Lucy wondered, not for the first time this week. Ever since their practice kiss in her living room, things between them had felt… charged. As much as Lucy tried to remember that every time Tim looked at her with barely masked hunger in his eyes, or rubbed his thumb against the small of her back as he pulled her closer to his side, that he was doing it as Jake, not Tim, she couldn't help the way her body reacted to his attention. That combined with the never-ending stress that came with being undercover had made it really hard for Lucy to get a good night's sleep, to say the least.
Maybe that's why I was having a sex dream, Lucy thought, the psychological part of her brain starting to make sense of it all. Maybe…
But then her train of thought was abruptly cut off when she heard a soft, shuddering inhale of breath that sounded identical to the one in her dream, coming from her right side, where Tim's twin bed lay not 5 feet away.
Slowly, Lucy turned her head to face him, even though all she could really see was his outline in the faint light of the AC unit's display screen. But as she quickly discovered, just an outline was more than enough.
Tim had, at some point, thrown all his covers towards the other side of the bed, and was lying there, his legs spread slightly apart as he stared up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling at a slightly elevated rate. Lucy's eyes continued to travel down his torso, noting that he had also removed the basketball shorts he had been sleeping in, before they finally settled on his mid-section, where his right hand was currently wrapped around his prominent erection, his bicep tensed as he slowly stroked the length of his cock, his left hand fisted in the sheets beside him.
Lucy's heart started to race as she continued to watch him, unable to look away. She felt really dirty doing so, and tried to convince herself that this was a private moment she really shouldn't be seeing, but the other part of her brain, the one that was already turned on from dreaming about doing exactly what he was doing thought: This is fucking hot.
And it was. She watched, transfixed, as Tim continued to stroke himself, faster now, his balls bouncing against the base of his cock in time to the ever-increasing rhythm of his hand. His breathing was speeding up too as his legs started to shake, his left hand grabbing onto his inner thigh and turning it out towards her, giving her a better view of said hand that was starting to inch towards his balls.
Fuck, Lucy thought as the throbbing in her clit cranked to an all time high. I can't watch him jerk himself off without touching myself.
And she really couldn't. And maybe it was that haze of lust that was causing her hand to drift towards her thighs as she continued to watch Tim jack off that was to blame for what happened next. As the pads of her fingers lightly brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves nestled between her thighs, she couldn't stop the quiet moan of pleasure from escaping her lips at the contact. Instantly, Tim's head whipped towards her as his hand stilled on his cock, his wide eyes meeting hers.
It felt like time had frozen as they stared at each other for a moment, neither of them breathing. But then, Tim's fingers were releasing their hold on his erection, and Lucy couldn't believe what came out of her mouth in response.
"Please don't stop," she breathed, her voice sounding way more uneven than she was expecting.
Tim froze again and continued to stare at her as she offered him the only explanation she had.
"I need this too." And god did she. In the back of her mind, she knew this was going to complicate things even more, but right now, all she cared about was finding a release from this ridiculous tension for both of them, and this was about the only way they could do it without being blatantly unfaithful to their current partners.
That was her reasoning for why she was throwing the covers off her body, rising up to her knees as she turned to fully face him, her hands lingering at the top of the waistband of her shorts, waiting for confirmation from him that this is what he needed too before pulling them down and letting him see just how badly she needed this.
Tim continued to lay there; his erection stiff against his stomach as his eyes continued to search her face. Finally, he gave her a short nod before his right hand was once again wrapping itself around his cock, his thumb and pointer finger circling just under his head.
Lucy breathed, "Thank you," as she slipped off her shorts, hiking her long shirt up over her hips to get it out of the way, noting how Tim's fingers tightened against his shaft as his eyes drifted towards her thighs.
"I can't see very well," Tim finally spoke, his voice rougher than she'd ever heard it, sending a thrill straight through her.
Lucy wordlessly leaned over towards the lamp on the shared nightstand between their beds and tapped the base once, which caused a soft orange glow from the bottom of the lamp to illuminate the space between them.
As Lucy settled back on the bed, she felt another throb between her legs as she took in the new details before her. The pink head of his cock peeking out from the top of his hand, the swollen vein that snaked its way down the side of his shaft. Lucy let the throbbing take over, willing her fingers to find its source and finally appease it.
As she ever so slowly dragged her fingers through the silky warm wetness between her thighs and gently began to rub it over her clit, Tim's hand resumed its slow slide up and down the considerable length of his cock, his eyes trained on her hand. Lucy came alive under his attention, her back arching as she sat back on her heels and began to massage her clit faster, the pads of her pointer and middle fingers rubbing tantalizing circles against the aching bud.
Lucy couldn't help another groan from escaping her lips as her head rolled back in pleasure, and she watched in delight as Tim's hand started to pump his shaft in earnest, his left hand once again creeping towards his balls as they bounced tightly against his base.
Lucy's left hand also began to drift down her thighs as she aimed for her entrance; her inner muscles were aching for something to clamp down on. She would much prefer that they clamp down on thick, hard cock she currently couldn't take her eyes off of, or at least on the fingers that were currently encircling said cock, but she could pretend. She could pretend it was Tim's fingers that were massaging her clit just the way she liked it, that it was his fingers that were dipping into her soaking core, stroking in and out to the rhythm he was setting.
As they both continued to pleasure themselves to the sight of the other finding gratification by their own hand, Lucy's shirt kept slipping off her hips, blocking Tim's view of her work. Lucy growled her frustration, her hand momentarily leaving her throbbing mound in an effort to push the shirt up over her head, because at this point, Lucy was too far gone to care that Tim would now be able to see her breasts too. But to her surprise, Tim growled, "Don't," his voice guttural.
Lucy froze, wondering if she had taken it too far when he continued,
"If you take that off, I won't be able to stop myself from coming over there."
Lucy felt another rush of heat at his words and what they implied, but she simply nodded as she let go of her shirt and let her hand fall back to where she so badly needed it.
"Don't turn around either," he added, the blatant heat in his gaze causing her toes to curl in delight.
The mere thought of Tim coming over to her, combined with the sound of his ragged breathing as he pumped himself closer and closer to release had Lucy quickly speeding towards her own. Her right fingers rubbed vigorously against her clit as her left fingers slid in and out of her dripping wet center faster and faster, her hips starting to pulse up and down as she rode her hand, once again picturing it was Tim's body she was riding instead.
Tim was now stroking his cock at a frantic pace, his left hand reaching over his body to drag a towel onto his stomach before stretching down to finally grasp his balls, squeezing them gently, which rung the most delicious moan of pleasure from his lips.
"Fuck Tim," Lucy panted, her legs starting to shake as she felt the powerful wave of release start to surge inside of her. But Lucy wanted to hang on, wanted to watch Tim come completely undone as he came into his hand before she let herself do the same.
Thankfully, he didn't make her wait long. With one more gentle squeeze to his balls, Tim was vehemently moaning, his back arching off the bed over and over as he desperately pumped his throbbing cock. Lucy watched with ecstasy as squirts of cum started to rain down the towel, a steady stream of it leaking from his slit in bursts, the thick white liquid dripping slowly down his swollen, pink head and onto the hand that was finally slowing its assault on his sensitive member.
Watching, and listening to Tim Bradford cum was as delicious as Lucy was hoping it would be. The sounds of his release still echoing in her head, Lucy rode her hand towards her own blissful release, her back arching and her head falling back as she wildly rubbed her aching clit, her own loud whimpers of absolute pleasure filling the room as she came, hard, her inner muscles spasming against her fingers as she felt a rush of wetness coat them completely in the essence of her.
Slowly, her hand stopped its circling of her now overly sensitive bud, and as she dragged her soaking wet fingers through her opening, she saw Tim's hungry eyes following their every move.
Lucy stayed kneeling for a few more seconds, wanting nothing more than to slump back against the pillows and take the pressure off her knees, but she needed to clean herself up first. She carefully climbed out of the bed, mindful to not turn her back, and more importantly, her ass, towards Tim as she backed around his bed and into the tiny bathroom. After a few minutes, she came back out and changed into a fresh pair of shorts before climbing back into bed.
As soon as she settled in, Tim got up, bringing the wrecked towel and his basketball shorts with him as he disappeared into the bathroom. The minutes began to tick by, and as Lucy continued to come down from her lust-driven high, she started to worry that Tim was having second thoughts about what they did. Technically, they didn't do anything, but at the same time, they definitely had. Lucy knew she probably should be having second thoughts about it, all things considered, but she wasn't.
Finally, Tim returned from the bathroom, and Lucy waited for him to climb back into bed before reaching over and turning off the lamp, bathing the room in darkness once again.
And it was then and only then when Lucy mustered up the courage to quietly ask,
"Tim?"
"Hmm."
"Do you regret what we did?"
A beat of silence went by, and Lucy felt the panic start to climb her throat before she heard him sigh and say,
"No. Do you?"
"No," she answered immediately, relief shuddering through her body.
"Good. Good night, Lucy."
"Good night Tim," she echoed, and couldn't help but smile at the double meaning behind the phrase, because yeah, tonight had been a good night.
Many months later, when she and Tim had finally gotten their shit together, she found herself sitting on his kitchen counter in nothing but her bra and panties, making out with him like a horny teenager after going on their official third date.
As Tim began to kiss his way down her neck, Lucy found herself breathlessly saying,
"Tim, when we were in that motel room, and you told me if I took my shirt off you wouldn't be able to stay away from me, what did you mean?"
Tim paused, raising his lust-filled eyes to hers and she began to undo the clasp of her bra.
"Well Lucy, it looks like you're about to find out," he said, his voice thick with desire, his eyes trained on her full breasts as they spilled out of her bra, her nipples pebbling under his intense stare as her bra hit the floor. With a groan, he leaned forward, one hand coming forward to palm one breast as he started to pepper the other with wet, open-mouthed kisses. As the pad of his thumb gently brushed against her peaked nipple at the same time that his mouth skimmed the sensitive underside of her breast, Lucy couldn't stop the moan of pleasure from escaping her lips as she arched her back, pushing her breasts up and into his face. She felt him huff a laugh against her supple skin, his hand continuing to massage the other breast before she felt his wet, warm tongue flick out against her sensitive nipple. Lucy gasped as he flicked it again before gently sucking it into his mouth, his tongue rubbing against it deliciously in time with his thumb that was currently circling the tip of her other.
Suddenly, Tim let it go with a pop, earning a groan of displeasure from Lucy, which quickly turned into a groan of surprise as he blew on the wet nipple, causing it to harden even more.
"I fucking love your breasts, I always have," he breathed before switching sides, quickly closing his mouth over her other nipple before spending a considerable amount of time suckling it, sending wave after wave of heat to her core.
"You've never seen them till now," Lucy panted, her hands running through his hair in an effort to show him just how much she was enjoying his attention.
"Doesn't matter," he said, shaking his head. "I've always known I would."
"And my ass?" she asked, toes already curling in anticipation of his answer.
"Especially your ass," he growled, hands finally leaving her breasts to grip her hips as he began to kiss the underside of her jaw. "But my worshipping of your ass is going to have to wait a little longer; I'm afraid what I have in mind is not third date material."
"Fourth date material?" Lucy asked hopefully, and she smiled as she felt his laugh vibrate against her body.
"Maybe, but let's finish this one first. You think you remember how I like it?" he whispered, nipping at her earlobe.
"I don't know, maybe," she said teasingly as she slid off the counter, taking his hand in hers. "Let's go find out."