Sting Eucliffe Lemon - A Not So Secret Encounter

                It was one of those lazy mornings. Sunlight streamed through the light curtains, the spotted pattern filtering onto the bed. Olivia’s limbs were tangled in fabric and the body of a man, a man whose eyes were bleary but alive with mischief. He had been awake for a while, fingers ghosting over the woman in his bed, her naked skin warm against him.

                But ghosting touches didn’t satisfy him for long. Not when the sleeping sighs of his lover were growing louder, not when he could feel himself hardening against her. His teasing fingers found her breasts and cupped them in large hands, but softly. He pressed his chest closer to her back, the contact pleasing her as a soft moan coursed through her parted lips.

                His thumbs gently rolled her nipples, hardening them to stiff peaks under his touch. Lips lowered to her neck leaving light brushes of kisses. He was slow, taking his time with her. His duties as master didn’t leave much time for this, but today he wasn’t going to do a damn thing.

                He rolled his hips slightly, pushing his hardening erection against her bottom, sighing at the warmth of her skin. She still wasn’t awake, but he knew what he was doing to her. His dragon slayer senses were heightened in arousal, and he was surrounded by sensations. The airy breath of his name that passed her parted lips, the rough texture of her standing nipples, the spicy, musky scent of her arousal.

                God he wanted to taste her, run his tongue all over her, worship her like he hadn’t for days. He wanted her to wake up so he could see the full effect he was having on her.

                Gently, he leaned away, letting her roll onto her back. He eased back the blankets, exposing her body to the morning air. Goosebumps erupted on her smooth skin, and her body wracked in shivers as he blew cold air against her. He eased his way down her body, taking his time. His hands were gentle, his touches light. Her hitched breaths and fluttering eyelids showed that she was waking up, but he wasn’t quite finished with this game yet.

                His tongue dragged down her body, his lips pressing in teasing kisses on her stomach, her hips, the inside of her thigh, until his body was nestled between her legs. He pressed his nose to her inner thigh, nuzzling the soft skin there. Her body moved, her eyes blinked open, looking around as if to try and explain the pounding need she felt pulsing through her.

                She found his dark blue eyes and couldn’t look away, blood rushing through her mind, her pulse racing. She bit her lip in anticipation as he smirked.

                He slowly, and gently bit the inside of her thigh. She could feel the sharp points of his canine teeth, but it wasn’t enough to hurt her, just enough to send excitement pooling to her opening, a fact that Sting didn’t miss. His hands wrapped around her thighs as he tilted her body up. She couldn’t be embarrassed, not now when she needed it so badly, not now when he was so close. She could feel his hot breath on her, he was torturing her. Her hips bucked for contact of any sort, but his hands held her tight.

                He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, “you’re so wet.” He whispered, his voice low and gravelly, like freshly poured cement. She watched, and finally his tongue flicked out, grazing against her swollen clit that was dying for his attention. He didn’t hold back after that, he’d meant to of course, he’d meant to tease her to an inch of her life, he’d meant to watch her as she writhed on the bed and begged for him, but he couldn’t help himself. He could never get enough of her taste, his mind was solely bent on devouring her, body and soul.

                Her body arched as his tongued delved deep inside her. Her hands wound in his hair, pushing him closer. Her hips tilted, forcing him deeper. He groaned at the tugs on his hair and her sexy moans filling the heavy air around them, he was rock hard now, and was desperate for relief.

                He let her go and she slumped back to the mattress, panting as Sting climbed up her body. She felt his cock against his stomach and heard his deep breaths as he rocked against her. She lifted her head to press her lips to his, a precious need running through them both. They wanted to stay here, in the cloud of bliss and ecstasy, drawing out the pleasure forever. There were voices that passed the door, faint knocks and requests for Stings attention, but the couple barely heard them. This was more important.

                When they began to pay attention, it was because a very loud voice bellowed through the door, “Sting! Get up! It’s afternoon! If you don’t then I’m going to knock this door down!”

                Sting met his lover’s eyes, which were startled and wide. If Orga broke down the door then he would see them both naked, and him rock hard.

                “3!”

                Sting scrambled out of bed, cursing the blankets tangled around his feet.

                “2!”

                He grabbed her hand and pulled her up, a finger on his smiling lips as she fought to muffle her giggles.

                “1!”

                Sting hurriedly locked the door to his en-suite bathroom, just in time as he heard the splintering of wood that could only be his bedroom door.

                “Sting!”

                Olivia turned the knobs of the shower and Sting was saved by the heavy sound of falling water.

                “I’m about to take a shower, what do you want?” He called through the door.

                “Open the door or I’ll break this one too!”

                Sting glanced back and Olivia, standing there, beautifully naked and patiently waiting for the fucking he’d promised her. She nodded that he should deal with Orga first.

                He opened the door a crack, only his face visible as he tilted his body out of the way.

                “Oh Rufus, you’re here too.”

                “Rogue will be here in a minute too, we were supposed to have a meeting! The Fairy brats are coming today!”

Damn. Sting had forgotten entirely. Still, it would be fine. He opened his mouth to speak but only let out a groan as a hot tongue curled around his erection. His eyes flashed, his throat closed, what was he saying? Rufus looked at him strangely, Orga hadn’t seemed to notice yet. He felt Olivia move, felt her throat engulf him and constrict around him. His hand tightened on the door handle while another moved to fist in her hair, but he didn’t have the restraint to pull her away.

“About Fairy Tail, just tell them to make themselves at home, it’s not like business ever gets done with them around anyway right?”

“I suppose…”

“What happened to the door?” Rogue walked in, Frosche and Lecter at his sides. Sting swallowed, keeping his face as straight as possible as Olivia’s hands joined her mouth in attending to him.

“Orga broke it down.” Sting said, his voice slightly strained as his dick hit the back of Olivia’s throat and she swallowed around him. He saw Rogue’s cheeks flush, and knew that Rogue knew. He knew what was going on in the bedroom, behind the bathroom door, he knew that Sting was not alone. He was a dragon slayer too, he could smell the heady scent of sweat and arousal, could see the strained slant in Sting’s eyebrows. He knew his friend well.

“Well, why don’t you er… finish your shower?” He said timidly, averting his eyes.

Sting grinned cheerfully, amused at his friends reaction. “I’ll let you take care of Fairy Tail.”

Rogue nodded and left the bedroom, the others trailing after him. Sting didn’t even wait for them to be out of earshot before he slammed the door closed and leaned back against it, twisting his other hand in her hair as he succumbed to her. She looked up at his with cheeky, laughing eyes. She knew what she was doing. She let him go, and watched as furious eyes looked down at her. But not furious in anger, furious with desire, with need. The table’s had turned, she had the upper hand now, and he was determined to get it back.

He reached for her, but she darted away, just out of his reach. That coy smile still played on the edge of her lips as she opened the glass door to the shower cubicle and stepped inside. He followed her, jerking open the door and closing it behind him. The water was warm as it hit his body, but he didn’t think about it. His shower was big enough for two people, but only just. He took an extra step forward, his chest pushing her forward, pressing her into the cold tile.

She squirmed and wriggled, trying to escape and dart back into the warm water, but Sting was prepared. He flipped her, pressing her back to the wall and crushing himself against her. She gripped his biceps to steady herself on the slippery floor, looking to glare at him for almost making her fall. But then his mouth was on hers and he was sheathing himself inside her and she couldn’t be angry. Not when he was loving her so fully. He grunted as he her leg curled around his waist, pulling him tighter and deeper. Their kisses were sloppy, but this wasn’t a time for perfection. They were racing towards their finish. Her back arched away from the tiles, breasts pushing into his chest. Balancing herself on tiptoes she clung to him as he thrust harder, faster, until it was over with a rush of heat and electricity that coursed through them both.

It was a while before either of them got out of that shower. They wasted time with shampoo and kisses and hushed laughter, heads still swimming in the afterglow of long awaited sex.

*** Extended Ending ***

               

                “Hey Sting! Where are you? We were supposed to battle!”

                An angry Natsu was storming around the Sabertooth Guild, making his way up to where Sting’s room should be. Lucy and Wendy were with him, probably to make sure he didn’t do any damage to the building.

                Natsu found a door that had been smashed to splinters, and walked inside. He could hear the shower running, and the faint sound of… giggles? That’s when his nose perked up, and he realised what was going on.

                “Natsu?” Lucy asked as he turned and walked away. “What about your fight?”

                “I’ll find him later…” He answered weakly.

                “Wha-?” Lucy had been following Natsu for half an hour, he’d been so pumped up for this fight. She cast a glance over to Wendy, and saw the same expression. “What’s going on?”

                “Sting-san is… erm…” Wendy blushed at the thought, and simply resolved to taking Lucy’s hand and pulling her away from the room.

                They would find him later, much later.