#stevenmcgarrett

Summary: McGarrett is a perfect mannequin for Kevlar armor, thigh holster, black T, and cargo pants.

Dedicated to : @beccamcgarrettalex15 Your idea and story outline.

Doing a quick assessment of the crime scene I located McGarrett with ease. As I did a visual body sweep of him I wanted this case to be solved and closed immediately. Seeing him in his Kevlar body armor, and a gun strap to his thigh in the holster made my mind run to the gutter.

Steve urge me forward. “The perp’s in custody. He was found on the scene.” He informed.

“So case solve and close?” I questioned hopefully.

“Pretty much. Just paper work now.”

With authority he permitted an early dismissal of the forensic team and officers as all the evidence had been collected and secured.

I couldn’t be more grateful for such an easy and clear cut case as I watch him make his way back to my direction. From the way he walked I could tell he knew exactly where my mind was heading.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look in all that Kevlar and thigh holster, and those pants that is hugging your ass just the way I like it.” I stated explicitly as I blatantly scanned his body; eyes lingering on his holster, and my fingers itching to slip under the straps.

He wasted no time in taking my hand to pull me closer to him. “Come here.” He lead me to where his truck was; pulling my body flushed against his as my back was pressed to the car. He kissed me with such concentration and passion I had to grip his Kevlar body armor to keep steady.

I felt his large strong hands at the curve of my ass, and swiftly making their way behind my thighs. With quick movement he had me in his arms, and the car door open. As he guide me into the car he trail wet kisses down my chin and neck while his hands found their way under my shirt.

“Steve…” I pleaded; needed more of him. I tugged at his Kevlar armor unclipping it. He shrugged it off and carefully removed his black T-shit. I shamelessly adore his shoulders. Running my fingers over his neck and along his shoulder, and purposefully scrapping my nails lightly against his warm skin, causing him to take a sharp inhale of breath.

As he sucked and kissed along my shoulder and neck I ran my high heel along his cargo pants covered legs. “Do something about these, please.” I encouraged.

With his skills and a little maneuvering he had his pants unzipped and my waist bared. As Steve move over me to nibbled at my ear lobe he whispered “All day I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Oh really? Then make me feel how much you missed me, Steve.” I teased hooked my legs around his torso and pushed my hips against him. My movement cause his dick to rub against my clit and a moan escaped from my lips.

Steve thrust into me with a groan; lifting my right leg to rest on the drivers seat to allow him more access to my sex. He moved with talent and speed. The feel of his body against mine, and the sound he was making had me near the edge in no time. “Oh God, baby right there. Fuck me harder. Give it to me please.” I uttered feeling the car move with us.

His movement became more insistent and rapid. His cock caused a wave of pleasure to built up in my core and belly with every thrust he made. My heated sex contracted around his throbbing dick. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum.” He grunted. His hands and fingers toyed with my breast and sensitive nipples causing my to arch up toward him. The sensation of pleasure took us both over the edge and our orgasim crashed into us. His body felt rigid against mine as I clutch on to him as the sensation of pleasure flowed through my body.

After my body was coming down from such intense orgasim I felt Steve breathing hard against my sweat covered skin. “Oh fuck that was amazing.” I said breathlessly. “Next time, Steve. Don’t be a fucking little tease in all that gear that you wear.”

“How about you in that fucking jeans and T-shirt showing off that body that I love to fuck over and over again.” He mockingly flirted.

He captured my lips between his in a playful kiss, and whispered. “I love my hot fucking wife.”

And I couldn’t help but admit. “I love my hot fucking husband.”

Steve managed to fit us comfortably to lay in the back seat, and he continued kissing me. I smiled against his warm lips loving the feel of him caressing my body and lulling me to sleep with his touch.

Summary -  It was inspired by these songs: 

Dream - Bazzi  and  Cartier - Bazzi

I knew it would be a unorthodox day. Ellen from the costume department had been stressed from last week. She had me come in for measurements three times over the weekend. She had reassured me it wasn't my size and that she just wanted to get the outfit perfectly. Reading the script they gave me Friday I knew in the next coming filming days Steve’s cargo pants would be replace with trousers and slacks. Scott had complained secretively to me about how he was irritated about he's constant back and forth to the costume department, and I had to remind him he was getting paid the big bucks.

I couldn't wait to see what Ellen had come up with. She wouldn’t even tell me what color the suit would be. Besides, being a man of 6'1' and always in the media spot light I knew I'd look decent enough. I couldn’t help but smile to myself when I thought about how you would react in seeing me in a nice suit and neck tie in the up coming episode. Reminiscing about that time we watched the episode of me in the white Navy uniform: Episode 4:10, I think,: made me want this new episode to be aired tonight.

You remember? I had you flown in to spend a relaxing weekend at Hawaii with me. I missed you so much. We spoke on the phone everyday that week. I had planned it so that you would reach just in time to catch the new Episode aired.

We had the works. A nice dinner delivered. Steak for me and your favorite, by the balcony. We slow dance to that one song you got stuck in your head while on the plane. You kept complaining about it because you couldn’t, for the life you, remember who sang it and what the name was. You felt so good in my arms. Being away from you is honestly hard, you know? I'm already use to your skin touching mine. You just being a finger touch away from me. And that freaking smile, sweetheart! Hearing that threw the phone made me happy and sad. Sad because I wasn't able to see those beautiful eyes of your light up at my corny jokes or become wide with excitement at my constant flirtatious passes. But happy to know that even when I'm not there with you, I can still bring a smile to your face.

I held you close for dear life. Your hands wrapped around me and that body, oh that solid feel of you pressed against my chest, it made me feel at home. I'm at home, safe, secure when I'm with you. You are my home, love. And I hope you know that. I'm not just saying this for shits and nothings. I honestly want you to know that hearing you, seeing you, and touching you, even if it just holding your hands or having you sitting next to me is relaxing and comforting for me. You could be talking about the most boring thing to me and I'd sit there taking in every word you say. But then again with you nothings ever boring, right ?

Having you so close to me had brought back all my late night thoughts of you after those phone call rushing into my head, and affecting my other head

I remember I had to kiss you right there and then. Lowering my head and lifting your chin up to me so I could capture those sweet plump lips of yours to mine. I had kissed you many times since you arrived. One when I meet you in the airport. One right behind the car as the truck closed. That quick one at the stop light that left you all red and giggling. And that slow deep one as we walked into the hotel room. I wanted you right there brace against the walk and between my hips, and your strong legs wrapped around me. And that fucking white dress you wore. That was a sin. I know you wore it to spit me. I wanted to push my hands up under that thing and rip the panties you had on and just take you. Having your arms up above your head and watching your full breast bounce as I fucked you against that damn door. But I waited. I waited through dinner, and I waited through our mini dance session, and I held back everything I could when we were in that warm bath together, but you knew I was ready. I know you had felt my hard cock on your ass as I drew you closer to me in the tub. And all you did was tease me; torture me even more every time you lift those smooth legs of your over mine. And taking my hand to knead and pull at your breast to wash you. Oh you knew. And you knew I knew you knew !! You and your big beautiful brain and mind games, but I waited you out.

I help you dry off and watch you slip into one of my t-shirt. I've seen you wear my clothes hundreds of times, and I've even given you my favorite hoodie too. And I'll never get over how proud I am to watch you walk around in my oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath because at the end of the day I'd be the one taking that same shirt off you and will be filling your warm skin against mine. You wanted to watch the new aired episode but all I wanted to do was take you to bed and have my wicked way with you and hearing you moan my name over and over again. "Alex... Alex .. please...." God just thinking about it is making me harder right now. But I waited.

But I wasn't ready for the way you reacted in seeing me in that Navy uniform. Now I just want to go and steal that uniform, and bring it home just to see how you'd be when you see me wearing it in front of you. I remember you laying between my legs paying close attention to the plot and twist of the show, but as soon as the camera still frame of me walking full body view. You shoot up all excited, and for my lack of a better word, fangirled over how DROP DEAD HANDSOME I looked, your words babe. Your words. I don't think we got to finish that episode at all really.

"Oh my gosh babe you look so good there!"

"So what I don't look good all the time them!"

"NO. Baby, I don't mean it like that, daddy..."

God I felt my cock twitch. Love when you call me that, sweetheart

"I mean that you look extra yummy in that uniform. Make my nickname for you come to life and bring a whole different meaning to it, my jumbo marshmallow and double stuffed Oreo..."

By then you were straddling my hips and that sweet little pussy of yours were just barely touching my throbbing cock. Oh you played so dirty babe. I couldn't help but watch as my hands slowly glide up your thighs and just beneath the hem of my t-shirt you were wearing. I could see your pussy lips a little as you tortuously rock above me. I had to grip your hips to keep me from flipping you over and just sinking into your hot wet cunt. I didn't because the view I had was amazing. I could see your nipples poking up from under the fabric, they way you kept breathing heavy had your breast rising and falling so slow I was hypnotized. And that neck of you expose to me daring me to lick and suck a bruise for the world to see, I was going to do it. Lean forward to hold myself up with my elbow and that’s when I saw you lips. The way they parted. That was my destination.

I kissed you. Wet and noisy. Running my tongue over your bottom lip. I could feel your breath against my skin as I slid my tongue into your mouth. You open so willingly for me. Always ready for me. Wanting. Craving. Needing me. I couldn’t help but push up against you. Your whimpers and moans becoming more needy and desperate. I felt your fingers on my shoulders as I grip your firm ass in my hands to keep you flushed against me. I could feel how wet you were getting, and making that obscene erotic sound as we moved against each other in desperate need of release. You tug at my hair sending a shiver down my spine to worn me you were close. I wasn't having any of that. I wanted you so cum around my cock I wanted to feel you contract and rock around my dick. In no time I had stripped you of my t-shirt and under me.

"I want to feel you when you cum. I want you to cum on my cock, sweetheart. You gonna cum on my cock for me?" 

"Yes! Alex... Yes I'll come on your cock daddy!" I need you to fuck me hard, please. I miss you so much. My pussy miss your cock, daddy. Please...!" 

I lift one of your leg and hook it over my elbow and hovered over you as I held both of your wrist above your head. I entered you without a second thought.

"God, it feels good to be home..."

You tired to laugh, but my mouth and tongue was on yours sucking and biting at your lips. I sucked you tongue into my mouth as I kept fucking you. With each trust and deeper I got the more pressure and suction I applied to your tongue. I release you lips and moved to your chin and jaw, aggressively making my way to you hard nipples. Taking my time and attention with each breast. I licked, flicked, sucked and bite.

Our movement became more desperate, frantic, and chaotic. I had to get my fingers on your clit. I lean back staring down at you as I watch your breast bounce and shack with each time I fucked into. Your hair in all direction, hands digging at my shoulder and that beautiful face of your in pure pleasure and my thumb made fast circles at your clit. God watching you come undone under me. Because of me had me chasing that orgasm for dear life.

"Fuck ! Babe ! I'm not gonna last!! Cum for me !Sweetheart! Cum on daddy's cock!"

Alex O'Loughlin / Steve McGarrett