Mara's Jurassic Fics

Dr. Eleanor Scott sighed as she slid up to the bar and leaned forward, waiting for her turn. It was pretty busy, considering the hotel was only about half full. Granted, it was the week before all the kids got out of school for the winter break. After her day, though, she needed a break of her own. Besides, it wasn't like she paid full price for drinks in the tourist bars. Sure, it was slightly more than she would pay in the employee bar, but she got to watch the mosasaurus. And she could pretend she wasn't at work.

"Thank you, Eric," she sighed as the bartender handed her the bottle.

"Long day, Lennie?" he asked. Back in her university days she had earned the nickname because Dr. Sattler was 'Ellie' and had kept up with it because she found it entertaining to watch the reactions of people who assumed she was a man. So far her favourite reaction came from Lowery in the control room, who had knocked every plastic dinosaur off his desk somehow then tripped over his own feet trying to stand up.

“You have no idea.” She raised the bottle to him in a mock salute then headed to the outdoor patio overlooking the mosasaur enclosure. 

Simon Masrani had asked Claire to show her their newest attraction. She'd known something was up when they consulted her on a handful of species a few months back, but this was…insane. And worst of all she'd been forced to sign a damn NDA so she couldn't talk about it with anyone. Not even Barry and Owen who had some pretty high clearance as far as she knew, given whatever they were training the raptors for.

“Fuck.”

Owen was going to hate this when he found out.

After a long swig from the bottle, she leaned forward on the safety fence and watched the mosasaur swimming in its enclosure. The fences kept tourists a good distance away, but still provided a good show without the risk of some drunken moron falling in.

If her parents could see her now, they’d be telling her she should’ve gone to law school instead. Lennie Scott, lawyer? No, thank you. She suppressed a shudder and took another long drink of her beer.

When you’d decided to go out into the field to find the plant you had seen on the security cameras, you’d figured having Owen go with you would be a great idea. Any creatures you ran across that could harm you, your badass boyfriend could take care of it.

What you didn’t expect was, almost the second you had the plant bundled into the back of the palaeobotany van, the indescribable need for him. Part of you wondered if there was some sort of aphrodisiac in the plant, but that thought didn’t last long. With the way Owen’s hips rocked up into you as you rode him, there wasn’t room for thinking about anything but how damn good you felt.

There wasn’t even room to remember your boss would be meeting you both in the field.

Owen bit down on your shoulder as his cock hit your g-spot, making you cry out in ecstasy. Fuck, you were glad he always carried a condom on him!

“More,” you whimpered. “Please. Owen!” You were so drunk on him, so focussed on the feel of his skin against yours, you didn’t hear your name being called or the footsteps nearing the van.

Desperate. That was the only way to describe how you felt. Pleasure pulsed in your veins, but you needed more. And if the way he pounded up into you was any indicator, he was just as needy.

“Feels so fucking good,” he growled. His fingers grasped your hips so hard you knew you would bruise, but god if you didn’t want him to dig in harder! “So goddamn wet for me, baby.”

A string of curses left your lips, followed by breathy moans and the filthiest begging to ever leave your mouth. But, shit, if that didn’t make him fuck you harder! It felt like forever that he’d been keeping you teetering on the edge, but if you couldn’t think, you sure as hell couldn’t complain about the pure adrenaline coursing through your body, ecstasy and agony all at once.

As Owen pushed your hips into a frenetic pace against his, you heard a soft whimper in the doorway and turned to see Claire Dearing with her hand down her skirt, chewing on her bottom lip. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she watched you ride Owen, the hand in her skirt moving at an obviously frantic pace against her clit. The sight brought a flood of wetness between your legs.

You glanced back at Owen, hips slowing their frenzied pace as you silently came to an agreement. Turning back to Claire, you held a hand out to her and waited.

For a tense moment, she seemed to consider her options - or possibly consider how wildly inappropriate this all was. But whatever was in the air got the best of her and she stepped forward, hand slipping into yours as you pulled her in for a kiss. You’d never considered a threesome before. Or being with another woman. But your inhibitions were so low they were practically on the other side of the damn planet.

And going by the way her tongue pushed into your mouth, so were hers.

A weak moan trembled in your throat as Owen trailed his lips over your neck and shoulders. Your hand let go of his shoulder to cup Claire’s cheek as you kissed, while the other hand reached up to unbutton her blouse.

By contrast to the roughness of your boyfriend, her skin was soft, her touches gentle. She helped you throw her blouse away, then pulled back to work her skirt over her hips.

Owen nipped gently along your shoulders and neck as you watched her strip. When she started to slip out of her bra and panties, you tugged gently on his hair to watch with you as you rocked slowly on his cock.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured as she dropped her bra.

“Mmmhmm,” you agreed, kissing his jaw.

Owen spun slightly so he could lay down in the truck and pushed your hips into a steady rhythm. His eyes drifted over to Claire and he held a hand out to help her sit on his face.

Claire gasped when his hands slipped from your waist to her thighs and pulled her down. “Oh god! Owen!” Pleasure rolled across her features as she bit down on her lip and rode his tongue. Owen was right, she was gorgeous!

Her hands grabbed your waist and helped you continue your pace against his hips. “He’s…he’s got a talented mouth,” you moaned.

You leaned forward to kiss her as she whimpered her agreement, your hands cupped her face, holding her close. The softness of her lips, the light patterns she traced on your hips, the way she moaned into your mouth.

And Owen. His hips pressed up into you, his cock filling you up perfectly.

It didn’t take long for them to have you teetering on the edge again.

“Shit,” you gasped.

It took you a minute to connect the loud slap to Claire’s moan and her heavily lidded eyes. Obviously you weren’t the only one who enjoyed being spanked, who loved a rough partner. Or, in this case, partners. 

You pushed your thumb into her mouth, trying not to drool as you watched her suck on it. “Good girl,” you purred.

Never would you have imagined yourself to be the type to enjoy watching your boyfriend go down on another woman, but those little sounds she was making lit every nerve on fire with pleasure.

And the bedroom eyes she gave you as she sucked and licked at your thumb….

“Claire,” you breathed. “Tell me how close you are.”

Whatever Owen did, she cried out in ecstasy. Good god, he really did have a talented mouth.

”Close,” she moaned around your thumb. “So close. Feels so good.”

Your other hand trailed across her skin, teasing her collarbone and stopping just shy of her breasts. What sounds would she make for you if you ran your thumb over her nipples, if you bent to suck and lick and tease?

”Can I?” you asked breathlessly, watching the way her mouth moved with every sound she made.

“Please,” she sighed, flicking her tongue over your thumb as you pulled it from her lips.

Both of your hands slid slowly over her body to her breasts and you glanced up through your lashes into her eyes, checking that she really was okay with you touching her.

The lip worried between her teeth, the gasp, Owen moaning up into her - you were fucking soaked.

At her nod, you gently brushed your thumbs over the peaks, groaning at the way she moaned your name. “Shit, Claire,” you panted.

Claire arched into your hands as Owen grabbed your hips and pulled you back into your previous frenetic pace, matching you thrust for thrust as you explored Claire’s chest. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Owen let out a heady groan, muffled by his task.

And Claire watched you through lust-filled eyes, moaning wantonly.

“Tell me how close you are, Claire.”

Her eyes drifted shut and she gasped, not that you could blame her for not having the words - not when Owen’s tongue was expertly pushing her further and further. “Close,” she mewled. “Please.”

“Look at me.” You grasped her chin roughly, desperate to see the fireworks in her eyes when she finally came.

If anyone had asked, you never would’ve guessed your badass, in charge boss to be so damn submissive. But there she was, glazed eyes fixed on you, waiting for you to tell her what to do. With Owen, you were the more submissive one and you loved it. But the chance to be dominant with Claire….

The next word to leave your lips did so unbidden. “Beg.”

A deep moan rumbled in her chest, her tongue flicking over her lips as a shiver visibly ran up her spine. “Please.”

Owen pulled you down hard on his cock, the movement of your hips and his becoming more disjointed, more frantic. A deep-seated need was bubbling just below the surface, ready to blow at any second. But you wanted Claire to cum first.

“Please what,” you rasped. God, if Owen kept this up, you weren’t going to be able to walk or drive! “Tell me what you want. What do you need?”

“Make me cum,” she cried out, whining weakly. The idea of having someone as powerful as Claire at your mercy…. You could see why Owen loved being dominant so much. “Please let me cum! Please!”

Tightening your grip on her chin as you teased her breast, you growled, “Cum for us, Claire. Show us how good we’re making you feel.”

Your name and Owen’s left her lips in a sharp gasp as she braced her hands on Owen’s chest. “Oh god!” Every muscle in her body visibly tensed as you watched the rapture roll over her features, then she released with a deep groan that went straight between your legs.

Waves of fire sent shivers from your pussy right through to every nerve in your body as you were consumed by pleasure. Owen and Claire could be screaming, but you wouldn’t have heard a word over the white noise pounding in your ears, the pure ecstasy coursing through you. All you knew was Owen and Claire and the almost painful satisfaction that lit you up.

You had no idea how long it had been before you came down. But the look on Claire’s face as she watched you nearly had you cumming again. “Fuck,” you panted, trying to catch your breath.

Claire reached forward but stopped halfway, shook her head, and seemed to find her bearings. She stood abruptly and began getting dressed, redness blooming on her cheeks. “We don’t speak of this. Ever.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Owen murmured, licking at the slick on his lips with a satisfied smirk.

Biting down on a chuckle, you lightly slapped his chest to admonish him. “Be nice.”

Without another word, Claire slipped into her heels and left you still slowly coming down from your high.

“Help me bag the plant?” you asked Owen as you stood. “Don’t want anyone else to…be affected.”

Owen chuckled and got to his feet, arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed your neck. “That was diplomatic,” he murmured. “But we should go back to the bungalow to shower first. You’re fucking filthy.”

Spinning around in his arms, you reached up to wipe at the wetness on his chin with your thumb. “Not the only one,” you said, watching as he sucked the digit clean.” Part of you was tempted to push him down on the ground again, but you had enough clarity of mind to repeat, “We need to bag the plant.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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The next day you had the opportunity to check the plant out properly and run some tests. And, while you weren’t surprised you were right about it being an aphrodisiac, you were surprised at just how potent it was.

Then again, with how hard the three of you had gone at it yesterday, you probably shouldn’t have been at all shocked.

You made sure any other plants on the island were tracked down by teams in proper biohazard suits and had them locked up or destroyed. Luckily it didn’t seem like there were that many, and none of them were in areas of the park populated by tourists.

At the end of the day, you went home and told Owen about it, annoyed when he laughed.

“It’s not funny, Owen!” you insisted.

He smirked and put down the wrench he was holding, then stood up from his bike and put his arms around your waist. “It’s a little funny,” he murmured, bending to kiss you.

But you pulled back and stormed into the bungalow. Not that you didn’t enjoy yesterday, but it would’ve been nice for it to be fully voluntary and not make things awkward with your boss! And now you couldn’t even look her in the eyes. She’d passed you in the halls a few times during the day, cheeks red with embarrassment as she avoided any and all conversation.

“Come on, babe,” Owen shouted after you. His footsteps crunched in the leaves as he followed you. “It’s not that bad.”

“I can’t even…Claire’s avoiding me and she’s my boss,” you huffed, crossing your arms as you spun to face him. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Owen sighed and pulled you into his arms, fingers running gently through your hair as he kissed the top of your head. “We’ll figure it out, baby,” he murmured. “Invite her over, let her know there are no hard feelings. Whatever we have to do.”

You almost laughed. “After everything, you think she’ll be comfortable being alone with us?” Sighing, you rested your forehead on his shoulder. “Wish we’d gone in with biohazard suits. That stupid fucking plant.”

Owen snorted a laugh and you realized your poor choice of words.

“Not what I meant,” you grumbled.

A knock at the door interrupted whatever smartass remark was coming. Instead he kissed your head again and offered to get the door. “You know,” he said. “Whatever happens, you got me. Always.”

An involuntary smile pulled at your lips as you watched him cross to the door. That was Owen - your rock in difficult times. 

Claire’s voice startled you from your thoughts as Owen opened the door. She walked past Owen and looked from him to you and back, chewing on her bottom lip and fidgeting with her hands. “Can we talk?”

When Claire had first approached you and Owen about going back to Isla Nublar, you had both refused; it was a terrible idea! And it wasn’t like you wanted the dinosaurs to die, but bringing them to the mainland to shelter while Benjamin Lockwood, retired bazillionaire, built a new sanctuary wasn’t the best idea.

But time was running out. And soon both Islas Nublar and Sorna would be consumed by molten lava and volcanic ash. Experts had predicted the eruption would bury both islands, like Vesuvius burying Pompeii and Herculaneum.

Now you were sitting on a private jet supplied by Lockwood - all luxury and comfort with minifridges and waitstaff. The only issue was you hated flying. How the hell you’d managed to get to Isla Nublar to work was a damn miracle!

Even after the Indominus incident, Owen had bought a trailer and driven you both home through Central America. No flying involved. Your boyfriend could be a total dumbass, but at least he was a supportive dumbass. Not to mention he was your dumbass.

You leaned heavily against him as the plane took off, not even relaxing when he put an arm around you to comfort you.

“I got you, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

The hand you’d rested on his thigh tightened its grip without you even realizing as the plane shook a little while passing through the clouds. By the time it levelled out you were nothing but a ball of tense muscles and stress.

Almost the instant the seatbelt sign switched off, you made a beeline for the bathroom and bent over the sink, splashing cold water on your face. Logically, you knew the odds of the plane crashing or getting into any trouble were slim to none, but you couldn’t control yourself. Maybe you should’ve taken something to knock you out for the trip and had Owen wake you up when you landed.

A knock at the door startled you from your thoughts.

“Baby?”

Sighing, you opened the door and Owen stepped in. God, the rich were spoiled - the bathroom was huge. Hell, there was a bench just for hand towels. Real actual towels, not the shitty paper things you’d get on a commercial flight. Not only was there a mirror over the sink, the wall opposite also had a mirror so if you looked up, you could catch yourself in an infinite cycle of throwing up in the sink. 

There was even a vase in the corner with half a dozen roses. So there was more than enough room for the two of you to stand comfortably.

“You okay?” he murmured, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. Owen’s thumb caressed your cheek and he cupped your jaw.

You leaned into his touch, shaking your head. “I hate flying.”

His voice dropped to a whisper and he took a step closer, thumb pressing between your lips. “Let me help you.”

Without thinking, you started sucking and licking. You knew what he was up to and it was a welcome distraction.

“Colour?”

“Green,” you sighed around his thumb.

“‘Green’ what, baby?”

A soft moan escaped you as he pushed further into your mouth. “Green, Sir.”

“Good girl.” At the same time as his other hand slid around to the small of your back, he angled your face up and bent to capture your lips in a rough kiss. The hand at the small of your back pushed your shirt up as he moved to snap your bra open in one smooth motion. “Clothes off.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathed as he stepped back. One by one you took off each article of clothing and placed it neatly on the towel bench while his eyes burned into you, his breathing hard and ragged.

“Such a good girl for me, baby.”

The last piece of your clothing, your bra, joined the rest and you stood straight, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked up at Owen through your lashes. 

Slowly, he removed his belt then ordered you to turn around and bound your hands with it as he nipped and kissed across your shoulders and back. “So pretty like this,” he murmured. When he was done he spun you back around and put his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing. “On your knees.”

For a minute, your brain shorted out, then you laughed as a completely inappropriate thought struck you. “What if we hit turbulence and I bite down?”

The corners of Owen’s lips twitched. “Good to see you’re starting to feel better,” he said. “Now get on your knees or I’ll spank that slutty ass until you can’t walk.”

The order shot straight through you, sending shivers along your spine and a flood of wetness between your legs. Owen could read you the phone book and you’d melt, but when he talked like that? You were absolutely lost. “Yes, Sir.” If he kept this up, you might not even need any damn lube.

You dropped to your knees as he pulled his cock out of his jeans and held it out for you with one hand. Even after three years together, you were still in awe of just how perfect his cock was - big, but not too big; thick, but not too thick; and shit the way he curved up against your g-spot! You couldn’t wait to have him inside you. 

Owen looked down at you, eyes nearly black with arousal as his other hand threaded in your hair, holding it away from your face. “Beg.”

“Please,” you whimpered.

His fingers tightened in your hair, reminding you who was in charge.

“Please, Sir,” you corrected yourself.

Owen tugged your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Use all your words, bad girl.”

“Sorry, Sir! Please,” you begged, breathing becoming more ragged. “Please let me suck your cock, Sir. Please!”

“Open, baby,” he said. “Tongue out.”

You immediately obeyed, tongue lolling over your bottom lip as you stared up at him, waiting for his next move.

“Look at you,” he panted. His fingers left your hair and trailed across your cheek, then he hooked his thumb over your tongue, holding your mouth open. “So fucking sexy on your knees for me. Such a good girl for me.”

A soft whine left your lips as he slid his cock inside your mouth slowly.

“So desperate,” he breathed. “You desperate for my cock, good girl?”

A little drool slipped out of your mouth as you nodded.

“Making me so hard,” he murmured as he slowly started rocking his hips. Both hands tangled in your hair, keeping any loose strands away from your face - away from his view. “Go ahead.”

You hummed with pleasure as you closed your lips around his cock, teasing him with your tongue as he fucked your face with increasing intensity. 

Everything you’d been so worried about only minutes earlier was gone. All you knew was Owen, all you could think about was how good it felt being used by him and how much you loved those sounds he made as he took his pleasure. Those were your sounds. He was yours, as much as you were his.

The plane jostled a little, but you barely noticed, so wrapped up in your task.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Such a talented fucking mouth.”

You moaned softly at his praise, loving the deep groan it pulled from him.

Owen’s hips sped up and his cock nudged your throat, pushing in just a little further than he’d done last time. You gagged, but kept up with your task - you trusted Owen not to take it too far.

“You love it like this, don’t you, baby?” he panted.

“Mmm-hmm.”

His pace stuttered a little and you smirked as much as you could with your mouth full, knowing you were the reason.

“My dirty girl. Fuck!” he hissed as you swirled your tongue over the tip as he pulled back. His cock slid out of your mouth and you tried to follow, but he held you back. “So pretty on your knees, desperate for my cock.”

“Yes, Sir,” you whined.

One of his hands slid out of your hair and he offered it to you to help you off the floor. The second you were upright, the hand still tangled in your hair pulled you in for a rough kiss. His tongue pushed past your lips, taking, not asking. And you melted in his arms.

Owen pulled back, running a thumb softly over your kiss-bitten lips. “Colour?”

“Green,” you sighed, leaning into his touch. “Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, caressing your cheek. His smile warmed you. “Turn around, baby. Bend over the sink. I want you to watch me fuck you.”

“Yes, Sir.” You turned around and caught him in the mirror as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and slid it on. Of course he had a condom. Smiling, you bent over the sink.

Owen grinned at you and slid his hand up along your back into your hair, pushing your head down against the sink as his fingers drew patterns between your legs. “So wet for me already.”

“Only for you, Sir,” you cried. “Please!”

Two fingers pressed against you, then agonizingly slowly pushed inside, teasing as he searched out your g-spot. “So fucking wet. So ready for my cock.”

Every touch had you melting in his hands. You were on fire for him! “Please,” you begged.

His fingers grazed your g-spot, making you cry out softly. You weren’t sure just how much more teasing you could take. 

“You want my cock, dirty girl?”

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please, Sir.”

He pulled his fingers out and slapped your ass - a gentle reminder that drew a soft moan from you. “Use your words, baby.”

“Please give me your cock, Sir,” you pleaded. “Please, Sir!” You were desperate for his touch, desperate for him to fuck you, to make you cum and call you his good girl.

Almost as though he was reading your mind, he bent and kissed from the top of your spine to your ear. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Spread those legs for me, baby.”

Instantly, you obeyed. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, nipping your ear before standing back up. Owen tugged your hair and made you watch as he slid his cock slowly inside you.

A soft cry escaped your lips as your face pinched with pleasure; behind you, Owen sighed and gripped your hip tightly. The sight of your ruined face and his barely restrained arousal turned you on like nothing else - maybe you would have to get a mirror installed in the trailer when you got home.

“Baby,” he breathed as you squeezed your walls around him. “Fuck. Keep watching, dirty girl.”

You nodded. As though you’d be able to tear yourself away from the sight of him fucking you! “Yes, Sir.”

Owen slowly slid out, then back in, both hands gripping your hips hard enough you knew there would be bruises.

Then out. 

Back in.

Was his plan to break you with the slowest damn sex ever? Fuck! “Owen!” you begged without thinking. God, you just wanted him to drill you into the damn sink and make you scream!

He pinched your hip, then slapped your ass almost hard enough to echo in the bathroom.

“Sir,” you corrected yourself. “Sorry, Sir! Please, Sir! Fuck me!”

“Better,” he said. “Tell me how you want it, dirty girl.”

Desperate didn’t even begin to describe how you felt. “Hard and fast, Sir,” you whimpered. “Please!”

“And what do you say if it’s too much?” he prompted.

You bit back on a smile; he was always looking out for you. “Red, Sir,” you said. “Or Yellow if I just need a minute.”

Owen bent and kissed your back. “My good girl,” he murmured.

“Thank you, Sir.”

With a brief nip at your skin, he pushed back upright. “Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Owen started fucking you slowly, but each thrust of his hips was more intense and faster, allowing you to adjust. And giving you time to stop him if you needed to.

But holy shit did you not want him to stop! You cried out softly with every push of his hips, the sound becoming louder and louder as he fucked you harder and harder. The way he panted and moaned as he fucked you….

A long moan rumbled in your throat and you dropped your head with a gasp, only to be pulled back up.

“Keep watching,” he panted. “Want you to watch me make you cum, dirty girl!”

“Yes, Sir,” you cried. “Fuck!” His hand slid around your waist and his fingers pressed hard against your clit. The frantic pace of his hips and hard grip in your hair had tears streaming down your face from the intense pleasure.

In the mirror, Owen’s eyes blazed with arousal, his lips pursed in concentration as he pounded into you. “Tell me when you’re close, babe.”

“Sir!” You were dizzy with arousal as you white-knuckled the sink, drooling into it. “I’m close!”

“Cum for me, good girl!” he rasped. “Cum, baby!”

Waves of fire rolled over you as your orgasm took hold, every muscle tensing and releasing in an instant. Your eyes fluttered closed as you lost yourself to the pleasure.

“Keep them open, dirty girl,” Owen growled, tugging on your hair.

Your eyes peeled open as you tried to fix your gaze on the image of you falling to pieces for him, but everything was hazy and unfocussed. You could sure as hell feel his hips snapping hard against you, though. And the groans and curses coming from his lips!

A slap on your ass refocussed your eyes as he ordered you to cum again!

White noise pounded in your ears, darkness pinched the edges of your vision, and you fell over the edge again for him as he slammed into you!

By the time you regained your faculties, you were a limp puddle resting against the sink for support. If Owen hadn’t been holding your hips, you were sure your knees would’ve given out under you.

“You okay, baby?” A gentle kiss on your neck made you realize he was bent over you, nipping softly along your shoulders and jaw.

“Uh huh,” you breathed.

“Stay there,” he said. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

“Uh uh.” Still a little overstimulated, You barely even heard the faucet next to your head start to run. And the sudden the feeling of a wet cloth between your legs made you jump.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

But you didn’t reply, just kept trying to regulate your breathing.

The cloth left you and Owen picked you up to sit you on the sink as he helped you get dressed again.

“How’re you feeling now?” he teased, fastening your bra behind your back as he kissed you.

“Good,” you breathed.”Thirsty.”

Owen laughed. “I’ll get you some water.” As soon as you were dressed, he lifted you off the sink and put you back on your feet. “Good?”

You nodded, then leaned into him, arms around his middle, and just breathed as he hummed. The soft vibrations made you smile. “Thank you, by the way.”

“For drilling you into the sink?” he chuckled.

“For distracting me,” you shot back, smiling. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.” He pulled back and slid his hand into yours. “Come on. I’ll sit in the window seat this time.” Owen threaded his fingers between yours, squeezing your hand before leading you back out into the main cabin.

Claire was beet red, staring at the tablet in her hands. 

Zia, on the other hand, arched an eyebrow.

You were certain the colour in your face matched Claire’s. “I…I’m afraid of flying,” you muttered, dropping into the seat opposite her.

Owen winked and passed you a water bottle as he sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“Not anymore, by the sounds of it,” Zia muttered.

While you were embarrassed to have been caught, Owen was beaming. He grinned at Zia and dropped a kiss on the top of your head. “What can I say? I’m helpful.”

You smiled as you opened the door to the control room at the new paddock for the upcoming Indominus Rex attraction and saw your girlfriend inspecting the controls. If nothing else, Claire was an absolute perfectionist with a tendency to forget things. Important things. Things like her own damn birthday.

She barely even looked up as you walked in. It gave you a minute to check her out, though, so you weren’t complaining. Tight cream-coloured pencil skirt hugging her ass and highlighting her curves, light see-through blouse with a tight tan tank top underneath that was cut low enough to give you a view of her breasts as she bent over the console. She chewed on her bottom lip as she focussed on the task at hand, whatever that was. Your girlfriend was gorgeous.

“Hey, baby,” you called, startling her out of her focus. “It’s getting late.”

Claire blinked at you for a second, then her face fell. “We had plans.”

You shook your head, still smiling as you crossed the room to wrap your arms around her from behind. “It’s fine. We can still have plans here,” you murmured, kissing her shoulder.

Her fingers slid up to curl in your hair and hold you close as she leaned against your cheek with a sigh. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” you said, kissing her cheek. “You know, we can always have our date here.”

Claire spun around in your arms and gave you a confused look as your hands settled on her hips. “Here? In the Indominus control room?”

“Yeah. Why not?” you asked, shrugging. Granted, there wasn’t a lot in there, but ultimately all you needed to enjoy yourself was Claire. The rest was just dressing.

“What would we even do? It’s not like we even have a couch to curl up on and watch movies.”

A smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth as you eyed her up and down. “I can think of a few things, baby.”

“Be serious,” she sighed, cupping your cheek. God, her fingers were so soft.

You leaned into her touch and murmured, “I am serious.” One of your hands slid from her hip to the hem of her skirt, then over the soft skin of her thigh as you pushed the fabric up her legs, earning you a soft gasp as her eyes fluttered closed. “You like that?” you whispered as your fingers ran over the smooth skin of her thighs.

Claire closed her eyes and nodded as you reached her lace panties, tracing patterns over the scalloped edge.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

Claire’s eyes fluttered open and she stared at you for a minute, chewing on her bottom lip. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” she said softly.

You chuckled and bent to lick and kiss the spot on her neck that made her melt in your arms. “I turned off the cameras,” you whispered against her skin, nipping gently.

She gasped, her finger tangling in your hair as you pushed her back toward the control panel. “You’re saying you planned this?”

A smile pulled at your lips as you kissed across her collarbone. “Planned to make love to my hot girlfriend on her birthday? Yeah, baby, I did.” 

Claire hopped up onto the control panel, winding her arms around your neck as you stepped between her legs and ran your hands over her thighs. She sighed into your kisses as she dropped her blouse on the control panel. “I’m sorry I forgot.”

“Part of your charm,” you murmured, nipping at her lips. “Only you would get so caught up in work you’d forget your birthday.”

“Luckily, I have an amazing partner to remind me,” she murmured. Cupping your cheek, she drew her thumb lightly over your skin.

You leaned into her touch and pressed a kiss into the palm of her hand. Gliding your lips along her smooth skin, you placed another kiss on her wrist. 

Two more trailing up her arm.

Your fingers pushed at the lace under her skirt.

Another kiss in the crook of her arm.

Up to her collarbone.

Fingers dancing over her underwear while she sighed contentedly under your touch. 

Her fingers tangled in your hair as you licked and teased the sensitive spots on her shoulders and neck, gently biting to earn little moans. Dipping your fingers between her legs, you found her already wet for you.

“Shit, Claire,” you sighed against her neck.

Your girlfriend gasped and tightened her grip in your hair as you ran your fingers over her panties. “Please!”

“‘Please’ what, baby?” you murmured, nuzzling her neck. Shit, her perfume smelled amazing.

“Touch me,” she breathed. “Please.”

Smiling, you kissed your way back up to her lips. “Hips up,” you said softly as you hooked your fingers in her panties. As soon as Claire’s hips left the control panel, you slid her panties down and let them drop on the floor, then surged back to her lips again. With a quick nip at her bottom lip, you trailed your lips back over her neck and collarbone. At the same time, you pushed her pencil skirt up around her waist and drew patterns over her inner thighs with your thumbs.

Your name left her lips in a stuttered moan as you kissed over her breasts, pulling one of her clothed nipples between your lips. Sucking and nipping at the peak, you groaned low in your throat as she cried out for you. If you weren’t at risk of being caught, you’d toss the tank top to parts unknown and take your time.

But as it was, you reluctantly pulled away and kissed down over her stomach. You were so close, you could smell her arousal and fuck if that didn’t make you wet.

Slowly, you got to your knees and blew a puff of hot air over her folds before moving to kiss your way up her thighs.

One kiss.

A gentle nip that you soothed with your tongue.

Another kiss.

Another bite and lick.

All the way up her thigh as she whimpered and gasped under your touch. When you reached the top of her legs, you reached up to part her folds with your thumbs. Her freshly waxed pussy glistened with arousal and you chuckled a little. “And you were teasing me about planning this?”

“Never hurts to be prepared,” Claire sighed as you stroked her gently; her hands urged you closer with a whispered ‘please’.

Who were you to deny the birthday girl?

You let her guide you and as soon as you were close enough, you licked a hot stripe through her wetness, moaning at the taste that was uniquely Claire. “Shit, baby,” you sighed.

Soft whines and cries guided you as you pleasured her while her hands held you firmly in place - not that you had any intention of moving. Claire’s fingers massaged your scalp as you lapped at her. “Fingers,” she gasped.

You smiled as you licked between her folds, then pulled back and teased her with your fingers, gathering her wetness before pushing your middle and ring fingers inside her slowly. Her warmth welcomed you easily. “You take my fingers so good, baby,” you whispered, nipping at her thigh. “So beautiful.”

“Oh god,” she cried when you found her g-spot. “Please!”

“Since you asked nicely,” you breathed, smiling against her thigh. Your lips trailed along the soft skin, alternating kisses and bites. When you reached her clit, you flicked your tongue gently over it as you sped up your fingers inside her. 

Claire’s hips jogged against your face, matching your pace as you fucked her. “Baby!”

“You close?” you murmured between kisses

“Yeah,” she whined, fingers digging roughly into your scalp. “So close!”

If nothing else, you knew just how you were affecting her by how informal her speech was; Claire stopped using full sentences and started using more contractions in her speech the further she lost herself. It was one of the things you loved most about her and you found it adorable.

Part of you wanted to torment her further, to prolong her pleasure, but the goal was to get her to stop focussing on work so you could get her home and have your way with her.

“Then cum for me, Claire,” you sighed. You pulled her clit between your lips, gently scraping it with your teeth, and sucked as you pushed your fingers harder against the spongy spot inside her.

A sharp gasp reached your ears before her thighs clamped down around your head and her pussy clenched around your fingers. Your name echoed around the tiny control room as she cried out for you.

Shit, you were pretty sure you were soaked through your pants, you were so damn turned on. As soon as you got her back to the penthouse….

You kept your pace until her hips slowed against your face and her cries died down. Then, after a few soft kisses, you slowly stood up and she pulled you to her lips, arms sliding around your neck.

“Happy birthday, baby,” you sighed between kisses.

The bar locked into place in front of you on the ferris wheel, trapping you and your boyfriend, Ian Malcolm, in place. You grinned as you caught him white-knuckling the steel, jumping as the ride began to move. It had taken a hell of a lot of convincing to get him to go with you to begin with - statistics about how often and how well carnival rides are serviced and maintained, how the kid running it was barely old enough to drive, could you go on the teacups instead, the whole nine.

“Baby, you went on the roller coaster,” you’d deadpanned, arching an eyebrow.

“That’s different,” he’d insisted before continuing his list of reasons not to go on the ferris wheel.

In the end, you won him over by telling him you’d find someone else to ride with you and approaching a random stranger to ask him to go.

Jealousy had won out and now he was sitting as stiffly and uncomfortably as possible as the wheel turned and the bucket jostled with the movement. Admittedly, you might’ve been helping it move.

“Island full of dinosaurs to rescue your ex, but you’re terrified of the ferris wheel,” you said, trying to pry his hand off the bar. “Should I be jealous?”

Ian levelled a look at you that said he wasn’t impressed with your teasing. “The dinosaurs were on the ground, Y/N.”

“Didn’t Hammond’s list include Pterosaurs?”

Ian glared at you as the bucket shook. “This is what I get for dating a paleontologist.”

You patted his cheek, grinning widely. “You’ll be fine, Ian.” Leaning back in the bucket, you slid your arm into his and watched the park. “Are you going to spend the whole ride holding the safety bar in a death grip or are you going to come back here and hold me?”

“Bar,” he said, risking a glance at the next bucket. “Definitely bar.”

He wanted to be stubborn? Fine. You could work with that. “I thought we could have a romantic time alone in this bucket, cuddling under the stars while you babble on about strange attractives.”

“Strange attraction,” he muttered, finally turning to look at you, his brow furrowed in irritation.

Good. He was focussing on you, not the ride. “That’s what I said,” you insisted. If romance wasn’t going to pull his head out of his ass, an ad hoc lecture on chaos theory would absolutely do the trick. Not the romantic ride you’d envisioned, but at least he wouldn’t be terrified the whole time. And maybe you could get him back on once he survived his first trip.

Ian muttered something under his breath about you doing this on purpose, but nonetheless launched into an explanation of strange attractors. And the Lorenz attractor. And fixed-point attractors.

The ride came to a stop just shy of the next step, which you knew from experience was a lecture on fractals. God, he was lucky you loved him.

Ian didn’t seem to even notice the ride was over until the attendant lifted the bar, startling him out of his tirade.

Biting back a smile, you stood up and offered him your hand. “Come on, baby. I’ll get you an ice cream for being so brave,” you teased.

“Double chocolate chip,” he grumbled, taking your hand and pulling you into his arms as you walked.