#fansmut

Summary: Castle meets a fellow writer at the library who request his opinion on a raunchy scene they have written. Only Castles opinion involves a little more than a few words on the paper.

Authors note: I challenged myself to do a one page of smut story...so here it is, in all it's glorious awfulness.

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This had to be a new record for him. In the space of an hour, Richard Castle had managed to successfully charm, seduce and bed the woman laying beside him; his conquest was another writer that he had just recently got to know, she was a buxom, short haired blonde, self confessed ladette and English, and Castle had a weakness for the English accent. 

He met her in the Library, she was writing a scene for her new book, a raunchy scene that she needed a second opinion on. He happily obliged so that he could hear her rich accent talk dirtily around him and boy, was it something, to hear such filthy words roll off the tongue in that accent. Every word seemed to cause a reaction, he shuddered, bit his lip and even had to discreetly adjust himself while he listened to the transcript. Almost missing her question of “What do you think?”

“Think we need to act it out” Was his response

And that response was all it took to get her back to his apartment and into his bed. A trail of clothes and shoes started from the apartment door all the way up to the bedroom, the first part of the raunchy scene she described. The next part involved her laying back and thinking of England, while he got to work with his wicked tongue, eating her out and leaving her with some satisfactory thigh burn from his stubble. 

He had worked her into a writhing mess but he wasn’t done with her. He licked, nipped and sucked the parts that heightened her pleasure. She whimpered, moaned and pleaded with him to make love to her but he was having too much fun. He liked to make them work for it and she was no exception. He worked her up into a frenzy, causing her body to tremble and her legs shake before sliding between her legs and entering her, gently biting her neck as he felt her clamp around him. 

He was slow and sensual to start with, allowing her to adjust and get used to his rhythm, before he started to get freaky. One minute they were in bed, the next against the bedroom wall, then the floor before back onto the bed again, finishing with her legs up in the air, gripping the headboard while she yelled out his name, loud enough for the entire apartment block to hear her.

Admittedly It didn’t play out exactly like the raunchy scene that she wrote, but it was at least fun for them both and Castle could at least tick off the fact he slept with someone from England and as he lay there catching his breath, wearing a satisfied smile, he felt her push herself up onto her elbows and catch his gaze.

“Round two?” She asked curiously 

“Only if you think you can keep up” He replied cheekily

“Oh I can keep up” She replied as she straddled him “But can you last if I talk dirty to you?”