#bernthirstspringfling

“Moby Dick again?” You question, reading the title as you climb onto the couch and between Frank’s spread legs, lying down over him until your head is cushioned by the top of his chest. 

Frank only hums in answer and kisses the top of your head after lying the book down on the coffee table. 

“You ate somethin’?” he asks in turn, voice calm and deep. One of his hands strokes up and down your back, soothing you already. 

You make a noncommittal sound that Frank clearly doesn’t like the meaning of. 

“Is that a yes or a no?” He continues, taping a thumb against your back to get your attention. 

“I ate a snack… at some point. I’m just not hungry right now,” you mutter into his shirt, borrowing your face in his chest. 

Frank sighs, but doesn’t fight you, and hugs you to him instead before he moves the both of you on your sides until you're lying with your back against the couch and Frank is facing you. This way, you can look at each other while still being close, Frank’s hand still at your back. 

“Did somethin’ happen?” He asks after a small moment. 

“No, not really. T’was just super busy today,” you slur and groan lightly when Frank’s hand goes to your hair and plays with it absentmindedly. “Just so much to do.” 

Your eyes fixate on Frank’s face, and more precisely, on his beard. You raise a hand to it, tugging at the hair lightly before scratching over it, enjoying the sound it makes. 

“I missed you,” you whisper in the small space between you, while you keep petting his beard, your focus on it. 

Frank’s hand moves from your hair and to your chin, curling his fingers around it to tilt your head in the right position for him to kiss you.

“Missed you too, Sweetheart,” he rasps affectionately and kisses you again.

You sigh, feeling more tension leaving you, and press forward with insistence, suddenly desperately wanting more of Frank’s lips as you kiss him harder.

“Can hear ya mind workin’,” Frank speaks against your lips, then kisses your cheek and jaw. “What do you want?” 

It shouldn’t surprise you anymore, how well Frank knows you. You hadn’t even acknowledged yourself that you are indeed wanting something in particular.

“I want your mouth,” you state bluntly, as what you need is now obvious after he’s triggered your thoughts into fully forming in your mind. “Please.”

Frank smiles, satisfied with your answer. He kisses you again, his tongue hot and unrelenting against yours, before he goes to your neck and shoulders. His only free hand, since he’s lying on the other one, keeps roaming your body, slipping under your top or into your shorts, spanning his fingers over your ass and lightly stroking a cheek. Frank adjusts his position as he moves further along your body, and his mouth latches onto one of your nipples through the material of the tank top. 

“Frank,” you gasp, hands in his longer hair and head thrown back. “Not that.” 

“Not that?” He asks, and from his tone, it’s clear that he knows exactly what you mean with your words, the teasing bastard. “Didn’t ya say you want my mouth?” 

“I want you to eat me out,” you tell him boldly, feeling heat curling in your center at the pictures your mind provides at your words. 

Frank immediately stops his ministrations on your tits to glance up at you with a hungry gleam in his eyes. 

“Yeah?” 

“Uh-huh.” You tug at his beard, and he moves to be at your level again. “Been thinking about it for the past week.”

Frank’s brows twitch as he quickly licks his lips. 

“The whole week?”

You nod slowly, loving the way Frank’s pupils dilate enough for you to be able to see the change, sending another wave of want through you. You touch his beard again, softly racking your nails through one side. 

“I love that you’ve been growing it out again and… I wanted to feel it.” 

Frank’s cock jerks against your body. You love the fact that he’s getting turned on from the idea of using his mouth on you.  

“Been goin’ over all the details, huh?” His hand slides over your side and moves to the elastic of your shorts, tickling over the skin above it before slipping his hand inside. 

You keep eye contact as you spread your legs enough for Frank to reach between them and feel exactly how aroused you are. Your lips part on a soft sigh as his index finger swipes between your slit, from the entrance to the clit. You love the groan he makes at the wetness he finds. You would take his fingers any given day, his hands being a part of him that you will never get enough of. But not today. Frank knows as much, and while he exhales loudly at feeling you coat his fingers, he pulls his hand back out of your shorts. 

He rolls to the side and off the couch, extending a hand for you. 

“Let’s get you comfortable,” he says roughly, and you see him swallow hard. 

You would have been fine with the couch, but if Frank has a better idea, you are willing to find out what it is. You take his hand and follow him into the bedroom, where he stops in front of the bed. Instead of kissing you again or at least touching you like you’d thought he would, Frank watches you as he sits on the bed, his legs spread and not hiding the hardening line of his cock. 

“Strip,” he tells you gently. It’s not an order, but a request. 

Licking your lips, your curiosity piqued, you do as he says. 

“What about you?” 

“It’s not about me tonight, but if you wanna, I’ll make it even,” he smiles lightly, head tilted to the side as he waits for your answer.

“Strip,” you nearly deadpan because it should be obvious by now that you love seeing him naked.

And maybe he does know if the way he chuckles is anything to go by. You don’t comment, only observe him as he stands and quickly removes his clothes. Your eyes automatically lower to the inviting V-line that his hips make, before going to what they’re pointing at. 

“Changed your mind?” Frank asks, and you see him smirk as your eyes snap back to his face. 

“It’s a tough choice,” you admit easily, stepping towards him until you’re toe to toe, and you wrap your fingers around his length, giving it a slow pump. 

Frank utters a short gasp of a laugh at your words and touch, but takes hold of your wrist and pulls it off him. He lifts that same hand to his lips and kisses the inside of your wrist. 

“Maybe later.”

“Maybe?” You blink with a confused smile. 

“Like I said. It’s about you.” He leans in and kisses you softly before sitting back on the bed and scooting all the way to the middle to lie down, head on the pillows. 

“Uh…” You frown and incline your head to one side in question. 

“Thought you’d like to be on top, decide the pace ‘n all.”

You exhale sharply as your body heats some more, licking your suddenly dry lips. Riding Frank’s face? The thought of getting to have him under you, having some control on what he does, is turning you on more than any other times the idea has sprung to your mind in the past. 

Nodding silently, you kneel on the bed at Frank’s shoulders. You don’t know why you’re hesitating, but the moment Frank puts a warm hand on your bare thigh, any reservations leave you. You straddle his torso, your knees level with his shoulders. He shimmies somewhat under you, until his head is at the perfect angle and height thanks to the pillows. He stares up at you with a smile and turns his head a moment after to kiss the inside of your thighs, one after the other. 

He takes his time, giving more attention to your thighs and the crease between them and your hips, tickling his beard over your skin. His amused smile makes you giggle after you’ve jerked away for a second at the first touch of his beard, but he pulls you back in place with his hands on your ass. You stroke the fingers of one hand through his hair as you watch him, and gasp at the playful little nips he gives your sensitive skin. Your breathing gets heavier the further his mouth travels to your center, but Frank keeps his touch light. He kisses lightly along the outer lips, or uses the tip of his tongue to glide around them, his beard making for rougher but not less pleasant sensations. You need to lean forward and put a hand against the headboard when he licks the flat of his tongue over the inner lips and gently sucks on the part closer to your entrance. He has completely avoided your clit until now, working you up until you’re about to beg for more. You don’t have to in the end. Although the touch feels like barely there, Frank flicks his tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves, still mostly covered by the inner lips and making the touch less intense. 

He finds your eyes again after a while, making sure to have your attention when he purposely slides the tip of his tongue through the slit and makes direct contact with your clit as it goes up. You whimper, your thighs trembling faintly, but manage to keep eye contact, trying to convey just how much you love what he’s doing to you, how crazy he drives you. After interminable minutes of this incredible teasing, Frank slowly starts rolling your clit over his tongue, making you mumble incoherently and gripping his hair tighter. Your whole body goes rigid the second he wraps his lips around your now swollen clit, and sucks it in, pressing his tongue against it as he groans at the noises he pulls from you. 

Your orgasm is on you so fast that it takes your breath away. You slam your palm against the headboard and jerk your hips into Frank’s face as your body curls inward, before you throw your head back on a surprised but ecstatic little scream as the pleasure crashes over you. 

Frank probably broke a record with you, since you came in what feels like under a minute after he really went for it.

“Needed that, huh?” Frank chuckles and lovingly kisses your trembling inner thigh again. 

“More than you think,” you laugh breathlessly, staring down at him through heavy lidded eyes, your fingers combing through his hair now.

“Think you got one more for me?” Frank’s eyebrows lift questioningly, while his fingers, that have never left your ass, gently stroke over your heated skin. 

You swallow and bite your lower lip as you watch him, nodding in confirmation a few seconds later. Frank grins and kisses your mound. You swat at him when he intentionally gives your oversensitive clit a soft suck that makes you gasp and jerk in his grasp. He laughs under his breath, and you can’t help smiling back. 

He takes it slow again, teasing his tongue through your folds and making wet noises with his mouth as he licks up your juices. Now that your head has cleared somewhat after your orgasm, you can’t help the heat of embarrassment that rises in you at how voraciously he devours you. You know that Frank feels no shame at all from the pleasure he takes in what he’s doing. You whimper and bite down on your lip, closing your eyes at the shiver that runs through you from his ministrations and the sounds he’s making. It drives you crazy that he clearly loves doing this that much, giving you this pleasure while getting off on it. You choose to put your bashfulness to the side and focus on the heady feeling of making Frank go crazy with lust. Watching his face is just the incentive you need. You lean slightly back to get a better view, and Frank opens his eyes to stare up at you, right as he slides his tongue through your lips again. You fight against the need to close your eyes as you moan when he tongues your clit, noticing that his beard and nose are glistening with your wetness. With a hard exhalation at the sight, you try pressing your hips down more into his mouth. The way Frank growls and wraps his lips around most of your inner lips and clit to suck on all of it at once has you gasping loudly and pulling back from the intensity of it. Frank only reels you back in by wrapping his arms around your thighs and clearly asking you to keep going. 

Returning a hand to the headboard for balance, you start undulating your hips, while Frank sticks out his tongue for you to rub against as you please. It feels like having the largest sex toy in existence at your disposal, as Frank lets you decide on the pace and pressure. You pant harshly, sweat beading at the center of your back and thighs, your fingers back in Frank’s damp hair, as you make small up and down movements, as if fucking yourself over his tongue. Frank gets the idea and moves his hands under you to spread your entrance with his thumbs and pull his tongue into a point, penetrating you with it with each of your downward thrusts. 

After a while, you go back to sliding yourself over Frank’s tongue and lips. Frank adds some licks and suction to the action, playing with your clit. You’re so close again, and it’s obvious in how high-pitched and quickly your moans fall from your mouth, sporadic words joining them as you tell Frank how much you love this. He answers with the fingers of one hand pressing hard into your ass and a deep groan of approval. Even in your state of delirious pleasure, you still notice a new sound coming from behind you. Turning your head to the side to look behind you, you find the origin of said sound and promptly whimper at what you see. Frank is fucking his fist at a fast pace, in rhythm with how you rotate or pump your hips over his face. 

“You’re actually going to come from this,” you breathe, stunned, beyond turned on by the knowledge. 

Frank groans his assent and furiously works over your clit when you offer it to him, while his fist flies over his cock, his hips jerking. It’s the mix of those two things, the way he sucks over you and the fact that he’s getting himself off, that makes you come for the second time. You sob as your body convulses and you curl forward, your hips moving over Frank’s tongue until it’s too much. You slide back to rest over his chest as you breathe hard and fast, wanting to see Frank’s face when he comes. It doesn’t take him long. You slide two fingers over his wet lips, collecting some of your juices, and press them into his mouth. Frank doesn’t even think twice before he sucks on them with a grunt, just like he’d done to another place a moment ago, and comes hard over his fist and stomach, his hips bucking wildly. He groans loudly around your fingers, eyebrows creased and eyes shut tightly as he rocks through the pleasure. You can only stare, mesmerized, knowing that he came so hard because of what he was doing to you. 

Frank opens his eyes after his orgasm starts to ebb, looking at you dazedly, before chuckling and kissing one of your legs, his breath hot on your cooling skin. You smile adoringly and lift off him until you’re lying at his side, your head on his chest as you watch the mess he made on his stomach, and feel the one between your legs. 

“This… was incredible.” You kiss his cheek as you grin against his beard. 

Frank makes an enthusiastic sound of agreement and turns his head towards you to kiss you. You can feel and taste yourself on his lips and his beard, heat running through you at it, feeling an odd kind of satisfaction at having him wear you, in a sense. Frank and you are quiet for a while, coming down from the intensity of your release. You feel exhausted again, but in a good way now. 

Once you have cleaned up, you return to the living room at Frank’s insistence that you eat something now. As you walk, you can feel the start of prickling warmth on your inner thighs. 

Your sleepy voice drowned by the sound of the water before it could even reach him. Quickly giving up on your attempt to let him know you're awake, you decide to stay in bed for now. Buried under the warm covers, you watch the bathroom door and listen. The water shuts off shortly after, the apartment falls silent again and a moment after that Frank enters the bedroom.

A pair of sweatpants on, the dirty shirt thrown over his shoulder before he tosses it onto the chair. The room feels…better when he's here, it feels full? More complete? Safer. You're not sure you can quite describe the feeling, but you don’t really focus on that for too long, you just understand that everything is better now, everything is somehow warmer, better and just how it's supposed to be. Your relationship with Frank was never particularly romantic, it was never chocolates or fancy restaurants, gifts and weird anniversaries no one really actually remembered. It was this, this exact feeling you couldn’t quite describe, it was this understanding that, he's here, you're here, you're here together and here is safe.

The bed squeaks slightly from the weight the moment he sits down on the edge. Still not facing you and unaware of the fact that you're awake.

Your hand finds its way to his back, a quiet sigh leaves his lips when your fingers slowly brush over the deep purple bruises.

“Jesus, frank.”

You whisper quietly. His eyes find yours in the dark when he turns to face you.

“I woke you up?”

He asks, glancing all around your face before tilting his head a bit to the side.

“Huh?”

“It was the water.”

You answer after a moment. With his body now turned towards you more, you could clearly see more and more bruises, some right under his ribs, some on his chest, neck, and face.

The reds, purples, green and yellow patches covering his skin.

“Sorry, kid, didn’t mean to.”

His tone makes you scoff quietly, the way you can tell by his voice that for him, your sleep is way more important, a bigger concern than whatever happened to him out there. It's sad, sad how little he cares about himself.

“It's alright Castle”

You reach out towards him, and he does the same. Your smaller hand now resting on top of his, your thumb gently brushing over his bruised knuckles. Swallowing hard, he glances up from your hand to your face, his lips parted like he's about to say something, his eyes glancing around you, a couple of smaller breaths before his head drops.

“You okay Frank?”

You ask quietly, trying to read his face, before he glances up after a moment. His eyes still, unable to settle on one point.

“Yeah. Always am.”

He answers after a moment, and you know that the last thing he'd want to do right now is talk about what was bothering him. To relive what happened, to have to deal with it again. So you decided not to ask, not now, not tonight. For now, all you needed to know is that he needed a rest.

“Mhm.”

You nod, both of you aware of the fact that you didn’t believe him.

“Come here.”

You lift the covers up for him and pat the space on the bed next to you with a sleepy smile. Frank scoffs quietly, looking off to the side before turning back to you, shaking his head. A small smile appears on his face before he finally decides to lay in the bed next to you. His back resting against the headrest as he pushes his arm under you to pull you closer. A quiet, satisfied hum leaves your body when you lay on your side, your head resting on his chest. You can feel his fingers moving up and down your back, and Frank breathes out a little laugh.

“That feels good?”

You nod slowly, your eyes closed, as you try to take in this feeling of finally having Frank right next to you again. The warmth of his body so close to you, the familiar scent filling the room, the quiet muted sound of his heartbeat right by your ear. You couldn’t help your hand wandering down his body, you couldn't help the need to somehow try to make him feel better. The waistband of his sweats right at the tips of your fingers now. You push past it lower, and lower again, fingers brushing, tracing over his skin, feeling that bit of hair right above his cock, your hand almost wrapped around him now.

“Don’t.”

Gripping your wrist, he stops you before you can do anything. Your eyes find his again and you tilt your head to the side slightly, confused and curious.

“Not now, okay? Not tonight.”

“Sorry, I just-"

You start, but he cuts you off.

“Just want to make you feel good, Sweetheart. Yeah?”

And as those words leave his mouth, you feel his hand on your thigh under the covers. Brushing over your skin gently, he moves his hand up higher and higher, stopping right under where you wanted to feel him.

“Okay?”

He asks quietly, his eyes focused directly on yours for the first time tonight.

“Okay.”

You agree quickly and instantly feel his palm directly on you. With one loud sigh, your entire body relaxes completely into his hand.

“Attagirl.”

He mumbles, watching your eyes shut slowly, the moment you feel his fingers move on your clit through the fabric of your pj shorts. You let yourself focus completely on his touch. His fingers, bigger than yours, thicker, filling you up so much better than your own. Frank knows what he's doing, and he knows you, it's not like you have to guide him, tell him what to do or how to do it, but you know you want him to understand you love this. The rough sensation of the fabric only adding to the experience as it brushes over your clit right under his fingers. But that can only feel good for a bit.

“Frank-“

You start, but he's already pulling them down your legs.

“I know, I know.”

With that, you feel his fingers now directly on your skin, he moves away from your clit, gently brushing over your folds and around your entrance, the touch, the tip of his finger now barely noticeable. You can't believe he's teasing you.

“Castle.”

You grunt into his shoulder. His short laugh fills the room.

“Can't help it, kid.”

He starts, pushing his hand up higher to your side, brushing over your ribs before it rests right on your neck. A quick glance up and down your body before he leans down for the kiss. His tongue is first, then his lips, and you kiss back immediately, humming softly against him, your lips trying to follow before he pulls away.

“Just love seeing you like this.”

He does. He really does. It’s the contrast, the contrast between the things he has to do out there, how he has to deal with people, the things he uses his hand for and then you. The way he can make you feel with just his fingers, the way he can tell you feel good, you feel the pleasure when you lie next to him. Your eyes shut, your body relaxed against his touch, your hips bucking now and then when you want to feel him even more. It's how he's able to shut that Punisher part of himself off for this. How he can just turn away from it all and the only thing, the one and only thing that’s on his mind in those moments is you. He's thankful for that, thankful for the relief you're able to give him. He could never tell you that, he's not sure if he'd even know how to properly explain it, but deep down he understands that that’s exactly how he feels.

“Well, that’s nice Frank, that’s really nice but-“

Wrapping your hand around him, you push it down right back between your legs, his fingers curl, so he can cup you in his palm.

“You better do something about this.”

You mumble, knowing he can feel how wet you are now.

“Yes Ma’am.”

He nods with that god damn smirk, and you feel his fingers pushing through your folds.

“Mmm”

A satisfied hum leaves your lips when the feeling of his touch returns.

“That feels good, huh?”

He asks when his fingers move lower and the heel of his palm bumps your most sensitive spot.

“So good, Frank s-shit”

You choke on your words when he pushes harder against you, speeding up the pace at the same time. The familiar warmth grows in your lower tummy, and your legs bend when he quickly pushes one finger in.

“Shit.”

Grabbing his wrist, you try to pull him even closer.

“Shh shh shh, I got you, sweetheart, I do.”

He adds another finger, feeling you take them in almost effortlessly. Grunting when you squeeze around them after he curls his fingers up to make sure you feel good, he makes sure you know he wants this for you.

“Just like, shit. Just like that.”

Your head falls forward slightly, now resting against his chest. His body so warm next to you, your body so warm around his fingers.

Adding the thumb, he taps on your clit before going back to circling it then tapping again. Your teeth sink into your lips and hips buck against him again. Frank grunts loudly.

“You do that on purpose, huh?”

He scoffs, wanting to sound like he's teasing you again, trying not to focus on how much seeing you react to his touch like that makes him feel. How much he missed this, how much he needed to feel you so close. You don’t answer, a quiet moan is the only thing that leaves your mouth when he pushes his thumb against you harder, before rubbing over your clit again.

“Attagirl, attagirl you're almost there.”

You feel your heart pounding in your chest now, your face warm and breathing significantly faster as you get closer and closer to it. Your fingers gripping his wrist tightly.

“Almost-“

You gasp.

“Almost just-“

Pulling you closer with one arm, he quickly slips his fingers out, cupping your entire center with his palm, letting you grind against it for a moment.

“Shit.”

You mumble, feeling your hips move against him on their own before he quickly pushes his fingers back inside, his thumb back on your clit.

“Yeah, right there, right there. Shit.”

“Attagirl, come on, come on.”

And with his fingers working you from inside, his thumb taking care of you on the outside, with your walls clenching around him, your fingers digging into his skin when he finally pushes you over the edge. You can't help biting into his shoulder again when your body finally comes undone for him, he can't help the low grunt from deep in his throat follows your quiet ones.

“Shit F-“

Your lips part as that sweet bolt of pleasure building up under your stomach now spreads to your every limb and every part of you. His fingers still inside, his thumb on you still, working you through the entire thing, stopping only when he feels you pushing away.

“Shh, shh.”

He whispers quietly.

“Attagirl kid, attagirl, shit.”

You smile when his lips press against your forehead gently, your eyes closed, your body still trembling a bit from how he made you feel, your hand now resting on his chest, over his heart. His heartbeat, like a temple for your own to follow to calm down, to steady itself.

“You did good.”

The quiet praise makes you snuggle even closer to him, head on his chest, arms wrapped around his body tightly.

“So did you Castle, so did you.”

He scoffs at your sleepy voice, a small smile on his face when he looks back at you. Your body so warm right next to him, your face relaxed and peaceful.

“Sure.”

He mumbles his eyes scanning your face for another moment, and when your breathing calms down, when he feels you relax around him almost completely, he starts to pull his fingers out. Your eyebrows pull together, an annoyed expression on your face. You grunt, frustrated from slowly losing the feeling of him inside.

“What?”

“Could you just-“

You start, sighing loudly, fighting with yourself to keep your eyes open, keep them focused on him. His pretty face, so, so close to yours now, only inches away. His short hair flat on his forehead, the short stubble decorating his face, his dark puppy eyes focused on yours.

His head tilted to the side, squinting to try to read you.

“What is it?”

“Could you keep them inside…for a bit?”

Breathing out a little laugh, he shakes his head.

“Come on, kid, really?”

He asks, moving his fingers slightly inside you at the same time.

“That what you want? Huh?”

“Mhmm.”

You confirm with a satisfied smile, slowly nodding your head, eyes closed again. The warmth of his body, the quiet of the room, his touch still so deep inside you, everything slowly fading as you felt the tiredness taking over your entire body.

“Can you?”

You ask again, your question barely audible now as you feel the sleep taking over, when he moves the fingers a bit deeper inside.

“Yes ma’am.”

He answers after a moment, his deep, raspy voice so warm, so calming, so peaceful.

"Yes ma'am."

There’s one last kiss placed on your bare shoulder blade and then his presence is gone. You feel the bed shift behind you and then a small click reaches your ears. Your eyes take only a second to adjust to the dim lamp light illuminating the room. Everything has a warm glow to it now, adding to the warmth that you already feel as he returns. His arm wraps around you, holding your stomach and brushing his thumb across the sheets you’re wrapped up in. 

“Mornin’, Sunshine,” he breaks the silence, his voice raspy and deep. You grin at the sound of him, his southern accent always a bit thicker when he first speaks in the morning. 

“Good morning. You sleep okay?” you reply, reaching your hand down to cover his over your tummy. He hums against you in a response, earning a giggle from you. His chuckle shakes your back as he kisses the curve of your shoulder. He lets out a small grunt as he sits up onto his knees, pushing you gently onto your back so you’re directly under him. Then, his hands are back on the mattress, caging you in his arms.

Sam shifts his weight onto his elbows on either side of you and leans down to press a slow kiss to your lips. He tended to be more affectionate in the mornings, and especially behind closed doors. His knee lands between your legs as he leans forward to deepen the kiss, pressing harder to your lips. In the same movement, his hips press to yours and you let out a light moan from the heat.

He pulls away as he lets out a snort and hangs his head low. You run your thumb softly on his cheek as you call his name. Sam shakes his head before looking back at you with squinty eyes as he tries to fight off his smile. 

“I-It was an accident. I didn’t-” he starts to explain, but he’s cut off by another raspy chuckle. Your smile grows as you look at his soft brown eyes, and quickly wrap your arms around his neck to pull him into another kiss. You feel his chest shake, feel his breath against your lips as he kisses you through the end of his laughter. It amazes you how gentle and awkward Sam can still be after all this time, but you can’t deny how much you love it. The way he’d unintentionally bump your teeth together when you’re tangled in the sheets, and then spend a minute straight apologizing—it made you feel young and inexperienced again.

He lets out a light groan as his kisses move down to your chin and along your jaw. Your fingers brush through the curls in the back of his hair, his head tilting to press long, wet kisses to your throat. When he kisses right below your ear, you can’t help your shoulders from rising, a high “Sam!” coming out in a laugh. He’s quick to pull away, his lips parted and breathing heavy as he glances around your face trying to guess what caused your panic.

“W-What’s wrong, Sweetheart?” he mumbles, his eyes drifting back to your lips. Your free hand cups his cheek with your thumb lightly brushing his skin back and forth. You smile at his concern before explaining.

“Nothing, Sam. Just tickles is all,” you whisper as your hand slides lower to his jaw, the hair of his beard prickling you gently. His eyes soften as he realizes and he places his hand on yours to pull softly away from his face. He mumbles apologies as he pecks your palm repeatedly, his words slurred together but sincere. 

He continues his muttering down to your collarbone and bites lightly at the skin there. His words heat up every little inch as he works his way down. The white sheets interrupt his path and he glances up at you, silently asking permission to resume his affection on your body.

When you give him one quick nod, he’s dropping his head quickly to put his lips on your chest. His hand, big, tan and warm, cups your breast over the thin material. You feel his breath close and hot while his fingers curl around the sheet and pull it down off of you. Now free from the fabric, his palm cups you fully. Sam works his mouth on the opposite side of your chest, pressing kisses all over your sensitive skin.

A gentle moan falls from your lips as you watch his eyes focus on your breasts. The coarse hair of his beard drags across your ribs and leaves you squirming from the feeling. His head trails lower and lower down your body, trying to brush his mouth against each part of it. Sam always took his time with you, trying to make his girl feel good was his top priority. 

When he gets below your belly button, he drags his teeth gently at your sides, lightly nipping at your hip bones. The faint but sharp graze makes your stomach clench and it pulls a deep chuckle from him. Glancing up at your half lidded eyes, he places a small kiss at each side of your hips while dragging his thumb gently across your nipple. It’s only a second later before he’s sliding onto his stomach and getting his sight level between your legs, and you feel a chill from the lack of his body heat on top of you.

He doesn’t notice the goosebumps decorating your lower half due to the cool air finally hitting you, or at least he doesn’t mention it. His eyes lower to your panties again and it takes him a few seconds to move. Hot breath fans over your center as he stalls; it’s almost like he’s deciding what to do next and the anticipation is only bringing more heat between your thighs.

“Sam…” you trail off with an impatient whine. His name makes him snap out of the brief haze he was in. Soft, brown eyes meet yours before he nods slightly, bringing his hand up to your hip. His thumb curls around to the front of your panties, rubbing gently over your clit. A sigh falls from your lips as you lean your head back against the pillows. 

Feeling the heat travel to your center as his thumb moves, your hips buck up from the mattress. Sam just lets out a thick chuckle as he continues dragging his thumb across the fabric. 

“I got you, Sweetheart,” he reassures you as his touch slides down between your folds. He applies more pressure there, wanting to feel you wet against your panties. Once he sees the color darken from your arousal, he’s moving back up to rub you harder where you’re most sensitive. 

You can only take his muted touch for a few seconds longer before you’re reaching for his silky curls again. He doesn’t feel as good with the barrier of the fabric and he’s made you desperate for more. When he feels the tug at his head, he looks to your face and sees just how badly you need to feel him. It feels like another two minutes before he’s curling his fingers over the waistband and pulling down. You raise your hips to help him pull your panties off of you and sigh happily when they’re finally past your thighs.

He tosses the fabric to the side and adjusts himself on his stomach once more. Your feet press flat against the mattress, bending your knees and trying to press your thighs closer together to preserve your heat against the cooler air. Now comfortable and settled between your legs, Sam winds each arm under your knees and holds your hips in his hands. His grip is strong on your sides as he looks up to you with a playful smirk.

“C’mere,” he mutters as he yanks you down, your body sliding down the pillows and closer to him. A laugh falls from your mouth as you call out his name again in a high tone. This was the light side of Sam coming in again. It was rare for him to not be silly like this during sex, part of his soft personality. He could have you moaning out and then laughing within the same minute.

He licks his lips once and then adjusts his gaze between your legs. His left hand moves up from your hip and his fingers curl around your thigh, pulling it down to meet the mattress, exposing you to him properly. You feel yourself holding your breath, the excitement of finally feeling him making you let out another restless groan.

When he hears it, he’s finally bringing his thumb to your clit and pressing against it for a few seconds before he’s rubbing in circles. You can’t help the sigh of relief that falls past your lips when you feel him for the first time. But Sam continues on and adds more pressure to his touch. You tense as you let out a surprised gasp, your stomach tightening from the shock of pleasure.

He lets out a small chuckle when he watches you clench around nothing. Seeing that always fills his chest with a small ounce of pride, knowing he could touch you just the right way to make you unravel under him.

“Jus’... wanna make you feel good Darlin, shhh…” he whispers as his thumb traces tiny circles on the tip of your clit. The pressure is so light that it feels sharp in a way. You begin squirming underneath him, whining out as your hands tighten in his curls. When he notices your hips buck for half a second, seeing how you’re trying to stay still for him, he smiles and looks to your face.

“That’s it, that’s it… so good for me, Sweetheart,” the murmured praise spills out before he’s moving his thumb away and wrapping his lips around you, sucking your clit into his mouth.

He immediately groans around you, the vibrations only adding to the slick that’s pooling together at your folds. You don’t even attempt to hold back your moans— not only does it feel amazing, but Sam always compliments you on them and he’s shown you how they make his boxers tight.

His mouth only stays there for a few more seconds before you feel him moving lower. You know it’s coming, but it still has your thighs attempting to push up from his grip when you feel his tongue slowly lick up your folds. 

“Sweetest thing I ever tasted, Sweetheart,” he mutters, his voice deep and gravelly. And then he’s right back on you again, tongue pushing against you until he’s reaching where you’re most sensitive. Hot and wet, he slowly flicks his tongue back and forth over you before switching back to long, steady licks. He did this often when he was solely focused on pleasing you. He knew building it up slowly led you to a harder orgasm, and he loved having you shake under him.

You praising words come out as more of a sigh as you stare down between your legs. He was already a big man, but seeing him try and fit his broad shoulders between your hips was another sight completely. His beard is all over your lower half and his nose brushes the spot where your body curves down to your center. You feel a wave of fondness overtake your chest when you see the lamplight illuminate the dip in his nose, right on the bridge. 

A light giggle leaves your lips and he raises his head, his beard and lips wet with your slick.

“What is it?” he asks quietly, licking his lips. You shake your head and brush your thumb across his cheek.

“You’re just pretty,” you reply, your grin slowly taking up your whole face. You watch him scoff and hang his head low. Now it’s his turn to shake his head, this time in disbelief, and he brushes off your words with a shy smile.

He refocuses on his previous task and works back to your sensitive spot. Once your clit is in his mouth he stays there for a few minutes, increasing and releasing his suction around it. He remembers the first time he did it and how it had you crying out, grabbing the sheets as he edged you, so now he’s sure to do it every time. 

Sam then pulls away from you slowly, your clit still between his lips. He finally lets go after licking it once more, mumbling a “Christ, Sweetheart, I—” before cutting himself off. You feel his mouth all over, just barely away from your folds, purposely avoiding where you need him most, before he places the last kiss a few centimeters above your clit. Then, he tilts his head to the side, his cheek now flat against the small pocket where your hip meets your thigh. His big, brown eyes are on yours as he speaks up once more.

“So fucking good for me, I… I know I tell you that, right?” he whispers, his hand reaching up between your thighs to circle your clit in slow, tantalizing circles. You can’t help the way you buck against him as the curse leaves his mouth. Sam rarely swears, but hearing it in his hushed tone has your stomach flipping just a few inches higher than where his thumb is.

You bring in a shaky inhale and nod fast, squirming at his sluggish touch. He mirrors you, nodding at your answer as he speaks a barely audible, “Yeah… okay.” And then his tan fingers leave you again, moving up your thigh as he dips his head low against you.

“Good,” he speaks against your folds, his eyes fixating on yours.

His left hand climbs up from your hip then, reaching higher until his long fingers are curling around your ribs. They squeeze gently into your skin and slot their way in between the spaces of your bones. The warmth spreads almost instantly as he tightens his grip and pulls you further down the bed, bringing you impossibly closer to his lips.

His opposite hand doesn’t move away from your thigh; you know it’s to keep you spread open for him, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s purposely not moving it to prevent the tremor that could make an appearance. You don’t have much time to think about it longer before you’re pulled from your thoughts by your own whimper.

Sam’s mouth is open wider now, his bottom lip covering more of your folds while he keeps his top lip stretched over your clit. You didn’t think he could possibly make you feel any better, and yet here he is, proving you wrong.

With his new position he’s getting you even wetter, his hot breath flush against you now. It’s when he pushes himself even closer that you really feel the thick beard on the lower half of his face. The slightly coarse hair scratches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, a perfect contrast to his fluffy curls tickling your lower tummy.

You know you won’t last much longer like this, and you buck your hips up in warning. Your moans get louder, more desperate sounding, and he only chuckles against you. 

“Sam, I’m almost—” you begin, but freeze up when you feel his tongue circle your entrance. You take a deep breath to brace yourself but it does nothing when he slips his tongue inside you. All the breath in your body leaves in one loud huff and your grip tightens even more in his dark hair. He’s grunting against you from the pain in his scalp, but he never pulls away.

“S-Shit, Sam, oh god,” you’re whining out, feeling him hot inside you. It’s spurring you on further, the pleasure tightening in your stomach and you can tell you’re about to come. However, Sam knows this too, and tilts his head up so his nose bumps into your clit.

That’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, his tongue still inside you as the tip of his nose pushes against you harder. The dual stimulation has your back arching slightly off the mattress, your hands in his curls tugging tightly as you come undone around him.

He holds you close to him during the whole thing, waiting until your body deflates against the bed and your fingers go slack in his hair. Then he’s pulling his mouth back, pressing a quick peck of his lips to your clit before staring up at you, watching you try to steady your breath.

When you glance back down between your thighs, you see his lips shining in the dim light. Even his beard is wet with your slick, the dark and light strands of hair mixing together at his chin. Everything he did made you feel amazing, but there’s that underlying need again.

And Sam notices that something’s off, that you look like you want to say something. You know he can tell by the way his eyebrows pull together slightly, sitting up on his forearms with a concerned expression.

“Y-You alright, Darlin’? I do… I do somethin’ wrong?” he asks genuinely, his voice shaky as the insecurity sets in. You feel your chest grow tight, not wanting him to doubt how good he made you feel. But his face is so close to your center, where you need him all over again, and you don’t know how to ask him for it.

“No! No, Sam, you were perfect,” you begin, but even you can hear the way your voice sounds shaky. He sighs heavily out of his nose, and the air brushes over your wet folds, making you feel cold. Your thighs start closing instinctively, trying to preserve the heat, but they hit your clit and you can’t control the whimper that slips from your mouth.

Sam’s head raises then, hearing that small sound as if it was the only noise in the world. He looks at your thighs, and then up at your face, taking note of the way you’re biting your bottom lip. And then he puts it together, his face softening as he tilts his head to the side.

“Why didn’t you just say so, Sweetheart?” he asks with a fond smile. And just like that you’re feeling your face grow warm, wanting to look away from his eyes.

“Oh, don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now,” he chuckles deeply while his fingers brush your thighs. He laughs again at your silence before glancing down, seeing you messy from his tongue.

His finger drags up between your folds slowly and the sound echoes out in the room. He’s raising his eyebrows as he stares up at you with his lips parted but you cut him off before he has a chance to say anything.

“Don’t…” you trail off, pleading with him not to tease you. Sam always tried to poke fun at how wet you would get from him, but you know you can’t handle it right now. You just need him on you again.

He snorts softly and goes back to touching you, dragging it out once more. Now properly wet, his fingers gather up your slick and tease your entrance. His touch is so light it has you clenching in anticipation. Sam kisses the inside of your thigh while slowly pushing his finger in, getting as deep as he can before pulling out and adding a second finger beside the first.

You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of him. You’re not as full as you’d be if it was his cock inside of you, but this fullness has you feeling more relaxed. Usually, sex with Sam takes a bit to adjust to the size of him, so you’re thankful that it’s just his fingers inside of you when you’re already this sensitive.

Laying against the bed you let your body relax even more through his movements. His long fingers push inside you deeply, curling to hit that spongy spot that has the pleasure building in your stomach. You hum out, trying not to clench around him, fighting your muscles that want to tense.

“Doing so good for me, just like that,” he coaxes you through it. He’s pulling his fingers back out, and as wet as you are, you can still feel the drag from how thick they are inside of you. He begins to work them faster, hearing the satisfied hums leaving you.

Sam’s free hand slides down your thigh then, resting at your hip for a second before continuing up to your lower tummy. You feel it as soon as he does— the shake in his right hand. He pulls his head back a little, glancing up at you with apologetic eyes. You don’t even think twice before reaching down for his hand, holding it tight to your body to make the tremmer subside as your other pushes through his hair. Reassurances mumble from your lips as the curls twist around your fingers, and he resumes with a small squeeze to your hip.

“It’s okay, Sam… i-it feels good,” you whine out softly, tightening your hold in his hair, stomach clenching when he curls his fingers harder inside you. A harsh grunt leaves you when he presses there and he whispers another apology.

You let your head fall against the mattress and focus on the feeling of his fingers inside of you. With each press into your g spot it feels like he’s pumping the pleasure inside you, more and more. You can feel the walls of your stomach caving in and know that you’re getting close to your second orgasm from his fingers alone.

And then there’s an overwhelming wetness on your clit again. It has you squeezing his fingers immediately as a loud moan fills the room. It was a tight fit, but he somehow manages to get his lips back on your center, working you with both his fingers and his tongue. You can’t hold back the sounds as fast as they’re leaving you and Sam only works that sensitive spot harder. Your body starts squirming under him again, indecisive about whether to take what he’s giving you or to try and leave because it’s too much.

“Know you’re almost there, Sweetheart. C’mon…” he murmurs raspily, only to wrap around your clit again. You’re almost feeling shy about how much quicker it was to reach the edge this time, but Sam does nothing but try and get you there faster. 

His fingers and lips work together to bring you to your orgasm, and it’s the view between your legs that has you coming. He’s so big and broad, his tan shoulders forcing your thighs open for him, and the look on his face is pure focus. His eyes are shut, eyebrows pulled together and he looks like he’s really enjoying it, and that’s the hottest part of it all.

Your thighs close from the sharp pleasure, caging his head close to you. Sam’s lips never let go of your clit, instead, they suck harder while you come, and this time it has your thighs shaking on either side of his ears.

The pleasure quickly becomes too much, the overstimulation growing sharper until it’s twisting into pain. You attempt to push him back, your fingers shoving his face away from you gently and it’s when you let out a loud whine that he pulls away.

Your legs push together quickly, covering yourself so you can let your high subside and catch a breath. But Sam doesn’t want to leave you just yet, so he kisses the backs of your thighs while you pant loudly.

“Had to make sure you got it all that time, Sweetheart,” he explains between his kisses. His voice is just as rumbly as when he woke up, and it has you pressing your legs together even more. It was insane how much everything about him turned you on.

He’s sitting up with a grunt then, pushing himself back up onto his hands to climb back into bed with you. Before he’s gone though, he leans down and licks over your sensitive, swollen clit and laughs lovingly when you let out a squeal.

“Just checkin’.”

Once he’s in bed beside you, you immediately wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his chest. Your fingers dance up his side while he rubs over your back with his big palm. The room is just as quiet as when you woke up, just the sounds of birds and wind tumbling down from the nearby mountainside.

You lift your head up when he calls your name gently. You hum in question, staring up at him and he’s silent as he leans down to kiss you. His lips are soft and warm and you can faintly taste yourself on them. He smiles into the kiss and you copy him, a happy giggle leaving your mouth. You pull away and stare at his round cheeks, the crinkles by his eyes forming as he grins wider. You’re not even sure what’s funny but you’re so content you can’t be bothered to ask him.

You brush his cheek while you both calm down from the fit of laughter, eyes focused on his big beard and the way it brushes over his chest. You rest against him again and throw your knee over his thigh, tangling your bodies together. His chest rumbles against your ear after he places a kiss to your forehead, speaking out softly.

Frank looks over to check on you from the couch, turning his face in your direction, his eyes on the TV for another moment before he's finally looking directly at you. His eyes instantly falling to the edge of the towel between your legs, the fabric barely covering the very place his eyes wandered to. He doesn't necessarily even think about it much, but he can't really help it either.

“Eyes are up here, Castle.”

You snap your fingers and pull the towel down a bit, shaking your head as he clears his throat, pushing his legs open a bit more on the couch, pulling the fabric of his jeans away from himself slightly.

“What do you need?”

“Forgot a shirt to sleep in.”

You explain as you walk toward the bedroom casually. Pretending to ignore what you just saw, you feel his gaze follow you the whole way there. His eyes still on you when you walk around the bed to pick up one of his shirts off the floor. Sighing loudly, he gets up from the couch and follows behind you, leaning against the door frame to watch you, arms crossed in front of his chest. Glancing back over your shoulder quickly to check, you bend over in the most theatrical way possible, making sure to take your sweet time as you did it.

“Jesus christ.”

You hear him mumble, his raspy whisper difficult to make out, but you know him well enough to understand. He scoffs, quickly looking off to the side and then back at you, eyebrow raised and tongue sticking out slightly in the corner of his mouth.

“You said something?”

You ask innocently, standing up and walking out of the bedroom, pretending to look absolutely clueless.

“Real funny kid. C’mere.”

He grabs your wrist as you attempt to walk past him, quickly pulling you close to him, his hand in the dip of your back, pulling the towel up a bit more, exposing even more of your body now, the cool air brushing over your skin.

“No idea what you mean.’

You speak against his lips, feeling them brush over yours when he opens his mouth slightly, nodding his head slowly.

“Bullshit, you know what you're doing, smartass.”

“Glad to know I'm doing something.”

You answer with a smirk. Frank scoffs and shakes his head at the way you act so cocky.  

“Oh I'm sorry Castle, just teasing you.”

You whisper, glancing down at his lips when he licks over them, his hand digging into your back harder now. You press your lips against his, feeling him kiss back immediately. He then takes over, pushing harder against you, his tongue slipping past your teeth shortly after, a quiet moan leaves your lips when he tilts his head to the side slightly to deepen the kiss. His hand slowly moving lower and lower, until he slips it under the towel, his grip tightening right on your ass. Moving your hand to his chest quickly, you push him away.

“Oh I can't Frankie, still have to shower.”

You point over your shoulder and watch him roll his eyes at your answer. His gaze dropping when he shakes his head again.

“Sure.”

He mumbles, letting go of your body before gesturing towards the bathroom, to let you know he won't stop you anymore.

“Thank you.”

You peck his cheek gently and turn around quickly, taking maybe two or three steps away from him before “accidentally” dropping the shirt before bending over again to pick it up.

A loud sigh and a deep, raspy

“Okay.”

behind you before, you feel his hand on your arm again.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!”

You try to apologize, laughing at his reaction, when he tosses you on the bed.

“Now you're sorry, huh?”

He asks, glancing down at you when he reaches down to his belt, pushing your head back down when you attempt to get up, unintentionally making you laugh even more.

“You're not fucking sorry."

He continues.

“No no I am, I am Frankie, I promise!”

You catch yourself still laughing as you prop yourself up on your shoulders, when he pushes your legs open. You close them almost immediately, moving away from him slightly.

“No, Frank, I can't, I really can't.”

You look up at him, and when he realizes you're not laughing anymore he stops immediately.

“What's wrong sweetheart?”

He asks, eyebrows pulled together, eyes squinting slightly when he tries to read your expression.

“The water is running.”

You explain and chuckle when he closes his eyes slowly, letting out the loudest sigh you’ve heard from him in a while.

“Really?”

He looks down, between his legs, belt already undone, his jeans unzipped and pulled down slightly.

“Really.”

You nod, quickly getting up from the bed, walking past him with a small smile you reach down to palm him over the fabric. He grunts, not expecting the sudden touch.

“Don’t.”

He reaches out to grab you, but this time you're faster, dodging his hand you walk out of the bedroom.

“Oh but-“

Turning around to face him again, you lean down against the door frame, holding onto the towel.

“You wanna join me? I have a thing I think you could help me with?”

You don’t wait for him to answer.

“Oh, oh, but you don’t have to, I can do it on my own perfectly fine.”

“Now, what made you think I'll let you do that kid? After all this bullshit?”

You pretend to think about what he said really hard for a moment before looking back up at him with a little smirk.

“What made you think I need your permission, Castle?”

You bite your lip, pushing your ass out slightly and crossing your legs, feeling the teasing getting to you too now.

“Right, that’s it.”

He snaps, taking a few steps in your direction, his eyes locked on you, his jaw clenched and fingers twitching slightly. You smile excited, feeling your eyes open wider and your heart speed up a bit.

"Oh shit."

They both snort and start over again, taking each piece, checking it with the manual, and lying it on the grass once they have figured out what it’s for. 

“You think you gonna have the pool ready before the end of summer?” You call out with a teasing grin, that’s accompanied by the laughter of Carol and Lori. 

“Ain’t ya funny, Darlin’. C'mere if you think you know better,” Shane shoots back with an amused huff. 

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to buy this one,” you point at Shane and Rick in turn, but you still get up and walk to them, cocktail in hand and holding out a hand for the manual. 

Shane snorts and rolls his eyes at your antics, lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe over his face. You get a nice eyeful of his torso, the sun making his sweaty skin shine. Taking a sip from your drink and slowly pulling your eyes away from your boyfriend’s body, you quietly go over the manual and the parts on the grass. 

“You got those two backwards,” you nod towards the parts in question in turn. “This goes here and this one there.” You show them on the manual, before returning it to a stunned Shane with a playful kiss to his cheek, and saunter away. 

“Damn, it’s true,” you hear him muttering. 

Carol and Lori are laughing at the men’s expressions of confusion and give you a silent round of applause to your amusement. 

Now that they’ve finally made actual sense of the instructions, Shane and Rick work quickly, assembling those parts and these parts. It gets more interesting for you after Shane decides to take off his shirt and expose his upper body. No matter how long you’ve been together, you don’t grow tired of seeing him like that. Shane is… rather shameless about showing off his body. He knows exactly what he does as he struts around, his shorts barely hanging onto his hips, the 22 pendant bouncing on his chest with his every move. You would hate him for looking this mouthwatering if you didn’t thoroughly enjoy every moment of watching him like that. That cocky, hot bastard. But he’s your cocky, hot bastard, so you can’t complain all that much. 

“Do you need another cocktail? Or maybe just a cold shower?” You hear Carol snicker before realizing that she’s talking to you, and see her winking at you. 

You don’t even pretend not to understand what she’s talking about, and just laugh with an unapologetic shrug. 

“He’s such a showoff,” you chuckle, the sound more fond than anything as you return your gaze to Shane and his glistening chest. 

You have to make a conscious effort to stop yourself from showing just how much the view truly affects you. If you were alone, you would get up right this moment and walk over to him and start licking the sweat off him, starting with his nipples. 

As the construction of the pool progresses, you try to keep up with the conversation, but ultimately, your eyes stray towards Shane more and more often with every stretch of his back or swipe over his torso with the previously discarded shirt. The last straw is after he’s drunk from his water bottle and Carl has told him something amusing, causing water to run down over his chest as he laughs.

Thankfully, they are finally done. Rick puts the hose inside the pool to start filling it, while Shane walks up the patio to slump down next to you. He smells of grass and sweat, and simply absolutely delicious.

He gets up after a minute to get himself something to drink, and you follow him under the guise of needing to make a phone call. As soon as you’re in the kitchen, you push Shane against the counter top and plaster yourself against him to take his lips in a hard kiss. Shane doesn’t seem surprised in the least, and grabs you by the hips, welcoming your tongue and pushing back.