howlingplayground | For Miles

For Miles

It's an interesting dynamic, being a lover for a reporter. But that's not what's on her mind when she slips through Seattle, headed toward his place. She has information for him. It's tucked safely away between her breasts in a small flashdrive that she'd used to steal the information for Miles.

The doorman to Miles's building smiles and tips his hat to the pretty young thing that comes to see the rather intense reporter.

She steps into the elevator and heads up to Miles's place.

Stepping inside of his apartment is always an adventure. She's never sure if she's going to find him buried in research or take out boxes. "Hello, darling." She says, slipping inside. She puts her purse down on a table covered in papers, and smiles to the reporter.

Normally, she stays far away from reporters and she never turns on a client. This client, however, had done something unspeakable. He'd bought and sold human flesh. Heather will put up with many things, but this is not something she will tolerate.

So, she'd offered to help the police, but none of them would listen to her. That's when she'd found Miles, through one of his other exposes. "Darling, you'll never guess what I've got for you...." She teases, leaning over in front of him. The flashdrive peeks up through her breasts.

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She chuckles huskily. She knows. It's just unusual for her to have a partner that isn't the bossy one. Even when she's "in control" for one of her clients, it's a temporary thing. And not really control at all.

"Darling, I'm a whore." She reminds him, carding her fingers through his hair. "I'm the last one to judge."

She won't judge him if he's got three girls waiting in the wings.

"Now, put me down and strip me."

...will she judge him if he's been in a bit of a dry spell lately? It's tough to balance dogged, obsessive reporting and a relationship.

"Yes, ma'am," he says, setting her down and kissing her as he works at the buttons of her shirt.

Oh no. Dry spells are dry spells. She's not always a whore after all. Just most of the time.

She smiles against his mouth, letting him strip her out of her shirt. She lets the shirt fall away and puts her hands back in his hair. He needs to get her naked, now.

The next step for him is getting her pants off. Given that she's not shy about wanting him to get into them, it's not difficult.

He breaks the kiss for just a moment to yank his own t-shirt up and over his head, before going to undo her bra.

Ooooh. Look at all that skin she can play with now. Her pants are kicked away and whoops, there goes her bra.

Heather actually shimmies out of her panties on her own. Her fingers reach for his belt and starts undoing that, leaving little lovebites all over his chest.

He's not getting naked enough fast enough!

Well, jeez, Heather, he's only human!

~~ehhhh not entirely "only" anymore but you know, figure of speech~~

He groans a little at the love bites, and okay, okay, he can take a hint. Once his belt's undone, he shimmies his own pants down. Last step: Boxers!

~~please do not judge him for his Spider-man boxers, Heather~~

~~No judgement, get naked.~~

She grins and slips her hands into his boxers, gently cupping his balls with one hand, and slowly stroking him with the other hand. She pushes herself up on her tiptoes and kisses him languidly.

She's more than ready for this. She's been on a slow burn all damned day.

Well okay then.

Miles groans again, his hands on her waist, his thumbs tracing tiny circles on his skin. It wasn't like he wasn't hard already, and her willingness to touch him - what almost seemed like her need to - was only helping.

Don't say anything lame right now, Miles. Don't do it.

"Foreplay's overrated, I guess," he chuckles, and kisses her back.

"Foreplay," she purrs, "is to help you get into the mood. I don't think we have that problem, do you, darling?"

She kisses him again, shoving down his boxers. She wants him and isn't shy about showing it. Heather is always eager with her clients, but there's something special about the ones she takes to bed because she wants to.

"Now, bend me over and fuck me, would you?"

He's about to agree when she kisses him again. Jeez, let a guy get a word in edgewise, Heather.

He kicks his boxers away and trails one hand down to touch her, too. "Your wish is my command."

Okay, he's being a little bit of a lameass. But that's just kind of his natural state of being.

Too much talking. She sucks in a breath when his fingers brush against her. Yes, she likes that, more of that, please.

She actually turns around and leans back against him. "You remember I like my hair pulled a little, right?" Because while she's not into pain, she does like a man to have his hands on her hair.

She goes to bend over the bed. "Come along, Miles, you're too slow."

"Yeah, I remember." Not too hard, which is fine by him. He's still not comfortable doing anything that could hurt someone, but he knows Heather's limits, so this is okay.

"What, I can't savor this a little?" he says, laughing, and leans over her, kissing her on the neck. God, she's beautiful. All the time, but especially like this.

Good, he remembers. She wants her hair pulled. Just a little bit of pain to remind her she's still alive and able to do this.

She arches her neck, glad he's willing to be with her like this. He's one of her favorites. "No savoring." She presses her hips back against him and wiggles against his erection. "Fuck me, Miles. Now." Bossy little whore that she is.

Well, he does love a bossy partner. That's what makes them pretty great together.

"All right, all right!" As if he's averse to fucking her. She's one of his favorites, too. (Slutty slutty man-slut strikes again.)

He straightens up, puts his hands on her waist, and guides himself in.

"Mm...God, Heather."

Be a slut, Miles! It's good for you!

Or at least Heather thinks so. And if he's really good, maybe she'll go get her special bag from the hotel and use a few toys on him later.

She lets out a shaky breath when he's finally inside her. "That's it darling, now pull my hair." She wants certain things out of him, though she'll make sure that he gets his as well. "Do me harder, Miles. I don't want to be able to walk properly later."

Well, he likes her bossy.

Far be it from him to deny her when she asks so nicely. (Or, you know, tells him what to do. Again, bossy.)

He winds the fingers of his right hand (because he has more of them - four-and-a-quarter instead of just four) into her long hair and pulls gently, testing the waters. His other hand is still on her waist, and, ever the obliging gentleman, he fucks her harder.

The good thing about Miles is that she doesn't have to fake it with him. She doesn't have to pretend anything. He'll give to her until she's satisfied, if that's what she wants, and that's something remarkable in her line of work.

The gentle pull on her scalp makes her gasp - in a good way. She needs this. Needs it the same way an addict needs a fix. She always satisfies her clients, but very rarely is she the one satisfied. Unless it's with one of her favorites - those few she takes as lovers for herself, and doesn't ask to pay.

"Tug just a bit harder, Miles." She pushes back against his thrusts, enjoying the slow build up of pleasure in her sex. "Make me cum."

He pulls a little harder. This seems like something she really wants - so he's not gonna deny her. And it's pretty fun for him, too!

Miles thrusts harder, too. It's a turn-on, being told how to make her come. "Just tell me what you need."

"Just... don't... stop." She pants out, bracing her hands on the bed. She needs this. She needs the release every once in a while. If it gets bad she can do it herself, but usually, she goes looking for someone to do it for her.

And Miles is a very good someone to do it with. He's such a good boy, doing as he's told.

Her world whites out as her body contracts around him. He's done his job well. She can feel her knees shaking, but she doesn't stop pushing back against him, wanting him to get there too.

One thing Miles really likes to do is get the person he's with off first, so he's feeling pretty good about that right now. And Heather wants to make sure he gets off too, and she's doing a damn good job of it.

It doesn't take much longer for him to come, too, and he moans her name. "Heather...oh God." His legs feel like they're about to give out, and he leans down over her, planting gentle kisses on her neck and back.

Is there anything better than the feeling of true completion after a good hard fuck? No there isn't. Trust her she's a professional.

She sighs, shivering as she can feel his last throes twitching inside her. She practically purrs when he kisses her neck. "Such a good boy." Heather murmurs. Gently and carefully she crawls onto the bed, disengaging from him. She rolls onto her back and holds out a hand for him. "Now tell me what I can do for you, hmm?"

There's always her bag of tricks back at the hotel. Though she doubts he is up for that right now. She does plan to fuck hon some more today. Later though.

Miles is still shivering, too, because oh God it feels good to have an orgasm with someone else after so long.

He takes her hand when it's offered and crawls onto the bed himself. "Nothing yet," he says, and nuzzles her neck. Hey, he's a cuddler. "Gotta give me some time to recover. So? Is that what you wanted?"

It does feel good, doesn't it? Like an actual orgasm that she doesn't have to fake, or pretend that it's greater than it is.

She snuggles into him. Hey, she likes a snuggle now and again too. She cards her fingers through his hair, settling him onto her shoulder.

"Mmm, a very wonderful beginning, darling." She drops a kiss on his forehead. She trails her fingers over his bare skin. She loves the slide of skin on skin. She misses times like this when she's slipping out of bed from a client she's thoroughly placated. But with a lover - someone she takes to her bed because she wants to - she's very tactile and just wants to touch everything.

"Beginning? Mm, I like the sound of that," he murmurs against her, kissing her neck. It's nice to have someone's hands on his skin and in his hair. No matter how cute and funny you are, if people can't get past the fact that you've been disfigured, you spend a lot of nights going home alone. (Never mind that he can still use his remaining fingers quite effectively, thank you...)

~~She's going to test that later.~~

She chuckles, kissing his head. He's adorable. "Yes, beginning." She purrs, stretching out against him. She rolls up on her hip and looks down at him. "Unless you have somewhere you'd rather be?" She sincerely hopes not, but his dogged determination is one thing she does admire about him.

Heather kisses his lips. "I could go get my bag of toys, if you'd like?" Her tone is teasing, but her eyes are serious.

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