Post by Major Dawn on May 23, 2010 6:59:59 GMT -8
Title: A Meeting
Author: Me.
Fandom: Star Trek (2009)
Pairing: Spock/OC.
Summary: A girl came through with Spock Prime, Jim Kirk’s grand-daughter Jamie. Jamie is almost a dead ringer for her grandfather.
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He was turning 16 years old and his parents were taking him to the new Space Station Resort in orbit around Vulcan. He sat next to a girl his age, that his mother made friends with at the port, named James Trinity Kirk. She consented to him calling her Jamie or Trin. Spock wasn’t going to admit to his mother that he found her new young friend very attractive.
Her dark blonde hair was done in a style that she said was done after a wig. She even showed him a picture before take off. It was called a ‘Victorian Lolita/Elegant Gothic: Large Vertical Aristocrat Curls Coil Wig’. On her head, she wore a cute little black headband with black cat ears. Another thing that Spock would not admit aloud was that it looked quite adorable on her. He didn’t know that his mother just looked over, to see him checking out the tall blonde’s long legs.
Amanda elbowed her husband and quietly pointed it out. Sarek silently chuckled, then shook his head, looking back to his wife. Jamie’s clothing was quite stunning. A black, red and plum kimono and hakata set with gold trim, that had a little white bow on the chest. Spock could barely make out the sheath of a dagger against Jamie’s pale golden thigh. Jamie shifted in her seat and Spock looked forward. Jamie looked over Spock’s head at Amanda, who looked wholly amused at the entire situation. Jamie tapped her black Demonia Candy platforms on the floor, Spock barely recognizing the rhythm. She wore a Moi-meme-Moitie Logo cross pendant on a long chain that settled between her breasts. Spock swallowed, then looked forward again. She wore a black Bella Morte cross choker, a pair of BKE black Glitz cross earrings, and a Guess cross charm bracelet.
Amanda wondered, would her son and this girl make friends? Especially after what Jamie confided in her?
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Jamie put her things away. Why she even thought about coming to the resort was starting to escape her again. A knock at the door stalled Jamie in her unpacking and she set the top in her hand on the bed, to go answer the door. She hit the door release button and it opened, revealing Spock.
“Mother asked me to see if you would like to join us for dinner,” He spoke.
Jamie smiled at him, “Sure,” she chuckled, “tell your mother I’d be delighted. I just ask a couple moments to change and refresh myself.”
Spock nodded, then after a long glance, he walked away. Jamie shook her head with a smile and went back inside, the door closing behind her. Amanda, Sarek and Spock waited outside their room, which was just a few doors down from Jamie’s. When she walked out, closing her door, Sarek saw his son stumble at the sight of her. It made him wonder, would this be the girl? Sarek looked the girl over. She was wearing a red long Qi Pao wedding dress as a formal dress. She had on a sterling silver garnet five droplets necklace, a pair of sterling silver peace earring with Iolite, a Me&Ro red courage bead bracelet, and a pair of red leather Mercy spiked heels.
Amanda smiled at her when she came over to them.
“You look wonderful,” She smiled brightly, making the girl spin for her.
Jamie actually enjoyed the attention from the woman. The reality that Jamie came from, Amanda had died before she was born. Amanda took her husband’s arm and prodded Jamie to take Spock’s. Spock felt electricity through her arm when the blonde touched him. He knew that he was coming close to his first Pon Farr and wondered how he would spend it.
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Dinner was rather fun, amusing. Amanda and Jamie loved trying to get Sarek and Spock to react. Dessert was Triple Berry Cheesecake, for the girls. The guys had pumpkin pie. Jamie had sparkling cider to drink, having confessed that she got hooked on it when she was little. Spock had asked her who got her hooked on it and Jamie made a Freudian slip of the tongue and said that he did. She gave Amanda a wide-eyed look and the woman nodded at her. That’s when Jamie proceeded to spill the beans to Sarek and Spock.
About who she was, who she was related to, where she came from, and how she had known Spock. She assured them that she didn’t plan on finding them at all, that it was a stroke of luck…or fate. She admitted with much sadness that the Amanda of her reality had died before Jamie was ever born. But her Spock had never let her forget the woman. Had shown her pictures and home videos, from the day she and Sarek met and all the way up until the day she died.
Sarek had asked her if they would ever meet her Spock and Jamie admitted that she honestly didn’t know, maybe one day they would. When they got back to the rooms, Jamie asked if Spock could watch a movie with her. Amanda and Sarek shared a knowing look, but said yes anyway. Jamie let Spock into the room first, closing the door behind her. She made a choking sound when she saw that she forgot to finish unpacking.
“I will help you finish, if you wish,” He spoke softly.
Jamie chewed on her plump bottom lip. Prime had told her that she shared many features with her grandfather. And her lips, eyes, hair and skin were a few. She carefully nodded, smiling when Spock relaxed his stance. She finished taking her clothes out of the suitcase, letting Spock take it, close it and push it under the bed. She put away her underwear and Spock hung her dresses. He stopped upon an almost familiar looking suit of male Vulcan clothing.
“My adopted brother was Vulcan,” She said softly, “he was born the same day I was, but his mother didn’t survive and his father killed himself hours after his birth. The other you brought him to Dad and we were raised as twins. We didn’t care one lick that we weren’t. George and the other you were all I had after my dad died.”
Spock hung up the clothing with her dresses, letting the closet close carefully. Then turned to look at her, sitting upon the foot of the bed.
“What happened to him?” Spock asked.
Jamie let out a shivering breath and Spock sat down next to her, taking her hand in his. It was a comforting motion that his mother used with both he and his father.
“A Romulan named Nero slit his throat,” Jamie held back tears, “thankfully, George had gotten his pregnant wife off planet.”
Spock’s brows furrowed.
“Pregnant wife?” He said carefully.
Jamie nodded, “George had his first Pon Farr just months before he was killed,” he could barely hear her whisper, “T’Jana was not far from giving birth, but George still sent her away. He didn’t want to risk her and my nephew.”
Spock cocked his head, looking like a curious puppy in Jamie’s opinion.
“What was your nephew’s name to be?” Spock asked softly.
Jamie smiled and chuckled.
“T’Jana was a fan of Shakespeare,” Jamie admitted, “and she chose the name Tybalt Romeo.”
“Would it be wrong of me to ask what species she was?”
Spock was further confused by her when Jamie smiled brightly.
“T’Jana was an Orion,” She chuckled.
Uncle Pavel was right about one thing. Spock was adorable when he was confused. Jamie had been born and raised on the Enterprise. And she couldn’t wait to see it again. Wondered if it would look different that her grandfather’s Enterprise and Uncle Jean-Luc’s Enterprise. Spock saw how saddened thinking about her brother had made her, which made him wish that he could do something to make it go away, such a pretty face as hers did not need to be marred by tears and sadness. Spock had no idea what he was doing, but he leaned that little distance toward Jamie, turning his head just right, so that he could kiss her.
Jamie gasped in surprise when Spock’s soft lips brushed hers. She turned her head into it and returned the kiss, one hand coming up to cup a heated cheek. Spock unconsciously leaned into her touch, not recognizing that his Pon Farr was starting. Jamie knew how to recognize a male in Pon Farr, having grown up with Prime, but she never once thought she’d be on the receiving end of it. Spock’s hand came up and buried itself into the back of Jamie’s curls, the young Vulcan leaning forward as he did so, which made Jamie lay back.
When her back hit the bed, she was in an awkward position, so Spock lifted her and scoot them further up the bed. He laid her down in the middle of the bed, but his lips never left hers. The hand in her hair went to cup the back of her neck, the other hand braced next to her head.
“Spock,” She breathed softly against his lips.
He suddenly went ramrod stiff, as if coming to his senses. Jamie sensed the unease and moved a lock of his hair that had fallen forward.
“You were the one person I trusted most in my life,” She told him, “let me help you with this.”
Spock looked at her in indecision, but saw how sincere Jamie was. He leaned in and captured her mouth again, his heated body pressing into hers. Jamie gasped softly when she felt how hard he was already, Spock taking advantage of the opportunity to dip his tongue into her mouth. She groaned softly when his tongue wrapped around hers and wrapped her arms about his neck, pulling him down on top of her. She let him go with great reluctance.
“Clothes are a problem at the moment,” She told him, “and if you rip this dress, I rip you a new one.”
Spock seemed to understand the threat, even in his Pon Farr induced haze. He sat back on his heels, letting her get up. She turned her back to him, moving her curls to reveal the zipper to him. Spock unzipped the dress and helped her slip it off. That distinctly male part of his brain was glad that she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, cheering inside as he pulled her back against him. She gently pulled away, turning to face him. She helped him undress, careful not to tear his clothing either, as they were tossed to the side to join her dress.
Jamie took in the sight before her. The toned body of the black haired Vulcan male. The light, light covering of hair on his young chest. She cursed under her breath, calling her body a traitor. Both sixteen year olds were virgins, she was sure of it. She rested her arms over his shoulders, running her slim fingers through his hair. Then over the back of his neck, her fingertips mapping out as much of him as she could touch. When she looked Spock in the eye, she saw that his wide brown eyes had gone black with arousal and she sure could feel it pressing against her.
She had read that Vulcan males have this pheremone during Pon Farr, that makes the female ‘lubricate’ more and faster. And, boy howdy, was she. She could feel her insides clenching with need. The need to feel the erection, that was pressing against her belly, inside her.
Spock’s hands drifted down Jamie’s back, coming to rest on her firm and rounded ass, gripping it tight as they stood on their knees on the bed. Jamie groaned softly, her eyes rolling upward and fluttering. Spock let his hands go down a little further and he lifted her by her thighs. Jamie wrapped her arms around Spock’s neck, her mouth taking his as Spock brought her down. Without missing, Spock sank Jamie down onto his erection completely, groaning in satisfaction when she took all of him. Jamie cried out when her hymen broke, whimpering against Spock’s mouth when he bottomed out. Hell, even she was surprised that she able to take all of him.
The two panted into one another’s mouths as they waited for her to adjust. Spock sat back on his heels, wrapping Jamie’s legs around him, her heels locking behind his back.
“Spock….” Jamie groaned when she felt ready.
She held on for dear life when Spock leaned her back, so that they were taking the missionary position and facing the headboard. Spock buried his face into Jamie’s neck, savoring the feel of her around him for a moment, before he pulled back and began to thrust into her. Jamie groaned low in her throat and began to wonder why she hadn’t bought a toy or used the Holo-Deck for this. The burn of the pull back, compared to the sheer ecstasy of him pushing back into her, hard and fast, was winding her up so good that her head lulled back.
Jamie weakly brought her hands up, cupping either side of Spock’s head, right by his ears, lifting his head to kiss him. Spock’s mouth captured hers in a dizzying kiss, his tongue taking a slow and soft rhythm, that was way too gentle compared to how his hips were pounding into hers. Spock was braced on his elbows, but he pushed up on his hands. Jamie let go of Spock’s head and gripped his biceps, moaning with each thrust he gave, pushing back with one of her own. Spock’s head fell forward, the kiss broken as he panted, his hair in his face. Jamie gripped his biceps harder, Spock lifting his head to look at her. The second those eyes looked into hers, Jamie could feel her first orgasm start to wash over her.
Spock froze at the feeling, letting the feeling wash over, Jamie clenching tightly around him as her body trembled against him. That voice in the back of his head cheered, telling him that it meant he was doing a good job. Spock braced his hands on either side of Jamie’s head and clenched his fists in the sheets. He looked into Jamie’s crystal blue eyes once more. Jamie’s hips wiggled against his, the fellow teen pushing her hips back into his. Spock dipped his head forward and kissed her. Jamie hissed in loss when Spock pulled himself from her.
“On your knees,” He croaked, thinking back to what he read once out of curiosity, “and hold on to the headboard.”
Jamie stole a kiss from him when she sat up then turned over, pushing up onto her knees, before sitting up shakily and grabbing the headboard. Spock took himself in hand and stroked slowly, leaning forward and trailing kisses over Jamie’s heated back. Jamie looked over her shoulder at him, eyes fluttering closed with a soft groan when he kissed her, sliding himself back into her at the same time.
“Hold on,” He repeated, softly speaking against her lips.
Jamie faced the headboard and held on for dear life. Spock gripped her hips tight, looking down as he started to thrust into her hard and fast once more. He couldn’t help but watch as his cock disappeared and reappeared, each time covered in Jamie’s juices. The tight confines of Jamie’s core were hot, incredibly tight and so wet.
“Oh, God…” Jamie moaned, her head hanging forward, “Spock…”
Jamie’s knees started to shake and Spock could feel her start to orgasm around him again. He didn’t stop so she could recover this time, continuing to pound into Jamie’s tight little body. Jamie kept one hand on the headboard, reaching back with the other to grab Spock’s hand. Spock watched as Jamie pushed herself into an upright position, her back now to his chest not loosing the rhythm one bit. Jamie took Spock’s hand and brought it around the front. Spock felt Jamie press his hand insistently against her clit. He pinched it gently and Jamie faltered a bit, her head falling back against his shoulder. Spock turned his head and kissed Jamie, continuing to pinch her clit as he pounded into her.
Jamie could feel Spock’s thrusting start to get erratic, telling him that he was about to come. Jamie kept Spock’s arm around her, pressing his hand against her clit more as she wrapped her tongue around his, pushing herself back into him hard. Spock threw his head back and moaned loudly, Jamie moaning almost as loudly, the two coming as one. They collapsed to the bed, panting heavily.
Author: Me.
Fandom: Star Trek (2009)
Pairing: Spock/OC.
Summary: A girl came through with Spock Prime, Jim Kirk’s grand-daughter Jamie. Jamie is almost a dead ringer for her grandfather.
…………………
He was turning 16 years old and his parents were taking him to the new Space Station Resort in orbit around Vulcan. He sat next to a girl his age, that his mother made friends with at the port, named James Trinity Kirk. She consented to him calling her Jamie or Trin. Spock wasn’t going to admit to his mother that he found her new young friend very attractive.
Her dark blonde hair was done in a style that she said was done after a wig. She even showed him a picture before take off. It was called a ‘Victorian Lolita/Elegant Gothic: Large Vertical Aristocrat Curls Coil Wig’. On her head, she wore a cute little black headband with black cat ears. Another thing that Spock would not admit aloud was that it looked quite adorable on her. He didn’t know that his mother just looked over, to see him checking out the tall blonde’s long legs.
Amanda elbowed her husband and quietly pointed it out. Sarek silently chuckled, then shook his head, looking back to his wife. Jamie’s clothing was quite stunning. A black, red and plum kimono and hakata set with gold trim, that had a little white bow on the chest. Spock could barely make out the sheath of a dagger against Jamie’s pale golden thigh. Jamie shifted in her seat and Spock looked forward. Jamie looked over Spock’s head at Amanda, who looked wholly amused at the entire situation. Jamie tapped her black Demonia Candy platforms on the floor, Spock barely recognizing the rhythm. She wore a Moi-meme-Moitie Logo cross pendant on a long chain that settled between her breasts. Spock swallowed, then looked forward again. She wore a black Bella Morte cross choker, a pair of BKE black Glitz cross earrings, and a Guess cross charm bracelet.
Amanda wondered, would her son and this girl make friends? Especially after what Jamie confided in her?
……………
Jamie put her things away. Why she even thought about coming to the resort was starting to escape her again. A knock at the door stalled Jamie in her unpacking and she set the top in her hand on the bed, to go answer the door. She hit the door release button and it opened, revealing Spock.
“Mother asked me to see if you would like to join us for dinner,” He spoke.
Jamie smiled at him, “Sure,” she chuckled, “tell your mother I’d be delighted. I just ask a couple moments to change and refresh myself.”
Spock nodded, then after a long glance, he walked away. Jamie shook her head with a smile and went back inside, the door closing behind her. Amanda, Sarek and Spock waited outside their room, which was just a few doors down from Jamie’s. When she walked out, closing her door, Sarek saw his son stumble at the sight of her. It made him wonder, would this be the girl? Sarek looked the girl over. She was wearing a red long Qi Pao wedding dress as a formal dress. She had on a sterling silver garnet five droplets necklace, a pair of sterling silver peace earring with Iolite, a Me&Ro red courage bead bracelet, and a pair of red leather Mercy spiked heels.
Amanda smiled at her when she came over to them.
“You look wonderful,” She smiled brightly, making the girl spin for her.
Jamie actually enjoyed the attention from the woman. The reality that Jamie came from, Amanda had died before she was born. Amanda took her husband’s arm and prodded Jamie to take Spock’s. Spock felt electricity through her arm when the blonde touched him. He knew that he was coming close to his first Pon Farr and wondered how he would spend it.
…
Dinner was rather fun, amusing. Amanda and Jamie loved trying to get Sarek and Spock to react. Dessert was Triple Berry Cheesecake, for the girls. The guys had pumpkin pie. Jamie had sparkling cider to drink, having confessed that she got hooked on it when she was little. Spock had asked her who got her hooked on it and Jamie made a Freudian slip of the tongue and said that he did. She gave Amanda a wide-eyed look and the woman nodded at her. That’s when Jamie proceeded to spill the beans to Sarek and Spock.
About who she was, who she was related to, where she came from, and how she had known Spock. She assured them that she didn’t plan on finding them at all, that it was a stroke of luck…or fate. She admitted with much sadness that the Amanda of her reality had died before Jamie was ever born. But her Spock had never let her forget the woman. Had shown her pictures and home videos, from the day she and Sarek met and all the way up until the day she died.
Sarek had asked her if they would ever meet her Spock and Jamie admitted that she honestly didn’t know, maybe one day they would. When they got back to the rooms, Jamie asked if Spock could watch a movie with her. Amanda and Sarek shared a knowing look, but said yes anyway. Jamie let Spock into the room first, closing the door behind her. She made a choking sound when she saw that she forgot to finish unpacking.
“I will help you finish, if you wish,” He spoke softly.
Jamie chewed on her plump bottom lip. Prime had told her that she shared many features with her grandfather. And her lips, eyes, hair and skin were a few. She carefully nodded, smiling when Spock relaxed his stance. She finished taking her clothes out of the suitcase, letting Spock take it, close it and push it under the bed. She put away her underwear and Spock hung her dresses. He stopped upon an almost familiar looking suit of male Vulcan clothing.
“My adopted brother was Vulcan,” She said softly, “he was born the same day I was, but his mother didn’t survive and his father killed himself hours after his birth. The other you brought him to Dad and we were raised as twins. We didn’t care one lick that we weren’t. George and the other you were all I had after my dad died.”
Spock hung up the clothing with her dresses, letting the closet close carefully. Then turned to look at her, sitting upon the foot of the bed.
“What happened to him?” Spock asked.
Jamie let out a shivering breath and Spock sat down next to her, taking her hand in his. It was a comforting motion that his mother used with both he and his father.
“A Romulan named Nero slit his throat,” Jamie held back tears, “thankfully, George had gotten his pregnant wife off planet.”
Spock’s brows furrowed.
“Pregnant wife?” He said carefully.
Jamie nodded, “George had his first Pon Farr just months before he was killed,” he could barely hear her whisper, “T’Jana was not far from giving birth, but George still sent her away. He didn’t want to risk her and my nephew.”
Spock cocked his head, looking like a curious puppy in Jamie’s opinion.
“What was your nephew’s name to be?” Spock asked softly.
Jamie smiled and chuckled.
“T’Jana was a fan of Shakespeare,” Jamie admitted, “and she chose the name Tybalt Romeo.”
“Would it be wrong of me to ask what species she was?”
Spock was further confused by her when Jamie smiled brightly.
“T’Jana was an Orion,” She chuckled.
Uncle Pavel was right about one thing. Spock was adorable when he was confused. Jamie had been born and raised on the Enterprise. And she couldn’t wait to see it again. Wondered if it would look different that her grandfather’s Enterprise and Uncle Jean-Luc’s Enterprise. Spock saw how saddened thinking about her brother had made her, which made him wish that he could do something to make it go away, such a pretty face as hers did not need to be marred by tears and sadness. Spock had no idea what he was doing, but he leaned that little distance toward Jamie, turning his head just right, so that he could kiss her.
Jamie gasped in surprise when Spock’s soft lips brushed hers. She turned her head into it and returned the kiss, one hand coming up to cup a heated cheek. Spock unconsciously leaned into her touch, not recognizing that his Pon Farr was starting. Jamie knew how to recognize a male in Pon Farr, having grown up with Prime, but she never once thought she’d be on the receiving end of it. Spock’s hand came up and buried itself into the back of Jamie’s curls, the young Vulcan leaning forward as he did so, which made Jamie lay back.
When her back hit the bed, she was in an awkward position, so Spock lifted her and scoot them further up the bed. He laid her down in the middle of the bed, but his lips never left hers. The hand in her hair went to cup the back of her neck, the other hand braced next to her head.
“Spock,” She breathed softly against his lips.
He suddenly went ramrod stiff, as if coming to his senses. Jamie sensed the unease and moved a lock of his hair that had fallen forward.
“You were the one person I trusted most in my life,” She told him, “let me help you with this.”
Spock looked at her in indecision, but saw how sincere Jamie was. He leaned in and captured her mouth again, his heated body pressing into hers. Jamie gasped softly when she felt how hard he was already, Spock taking advantage of the opportunity to dip his tongue into her mouth. She groaned softly when his tongue wrapped around hers and wrapped her arms about his neck, pulling him down on top of her. She let him go with great reluctance.
“Clothes are a problem at the moment,” She told him, “and if you rip this dress, I rip you a new one.”
Spock seemed to understand the threat, even in his Pon Farr induced haze. He sat back on his heels, letting her get up. She turned her back to him, moving her curls to reveal the zipper to him. Spock unzipped the dress and helped her slip it off. That distinctly male part of his brain was glad that she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, cheering inside as he pulled her back against him. She gently pulled away, turning to face him. She helped him undress, careful not to tear his clothing either, as they were tossed to the side to join her dress.
Jamie took in the sight before her. The toned body of the black haired Vulcan male. The light, light covering of hair on his young chest. She cursed under her breath, calling her body a traitor. Both sixteen year olds were virgins, she was sure of it. She rested her arms over his shoulders, running her slim fingers through his hair. Then over the back of his neck, her fingertips mapping out as much of him as she could touch. When she looked Spock in the eye, she saw that his wide brown eyes had gone black with arousal and she sure could feel it pressing against her.
She had read that Vulcan males have this pheremone during Pon Farr, that makes the female ‘lubricate’ more and faster. And, boy howdy, was she. She could feel her insides clenching with need. The need to feel the erection, that was pressing against her belly, inside her.
Spock’s hands drifted down Jamie’s back, coming to rest on her firm and rounded ass, gripping it tight as they stood on their knees on the bed. Jamie groaned softly, her eyes rolling upward and fluttering. Spock let his hands go down a little further and he lifted her by her thighs. Jamie wrapped her arms around Spock’s neck, her mouth taking his as Spock brought her down. Without missing, Spock sank Jamie down onto his erection completely, groaning in satisfaction when she took all of him. Jamie cried out when her hymen broke, whimpering against Spock’s mouth when he bottomed out. Hell, even she was surprised that she able to take all of him.
The two panted into one another’s mouths as they waited for her to adjust. Spock sat back on his heels, wrapping Jamie’s legs around him, her heels locking behind his back.
“Spock….” Jamie groaned when she felt ready.
She held on for dear life when Spock leaned her back, so that they were taking the missionary position and facing the headboard. Spock buried his face into Jamie’s neck, savoring the feel of her around him for a moment, before he pulled back and began to thrust into her. Jamie groaned low in her throat and began to wonder why she hadn’t bought a toy or used the Holo-Deck for this. The burn of the pull back, compared to the sheer ecstasy of him pushing back into her, hard and fast, was winding her up so good that her head lulled back.
Jamie weakly brought her hands up, cupping either side of Spock’s head, right by his ears, lifting his head to kiss him. Spock’s mouth captured hers in a dizzying kiss, his tongue taking a slow and soft rhythm, that was way too gentle compared to how his hips were pounding into hers. Spock was braced on his elbows, but he pushed up on his hands. Jamie let go of Spock’s head and gripped his biceps, moaning with each thrust he gave, pushing back with one of her own. Spock’s head fell forward, the kiss broken as he panted, his hair in his face. Jamie gripped his biceps harder, Spock lifting his head to look at her. The second those eyes looked into hers, Jamie could feel her first orgasm start to wash over her.
Spock froze at the feeling, letting the feeling wash over, Jamie clenching tightly around him as her body trembled against him. That voice in the back of his head cheered, telling him that it meant he was doing a good job. Spock braced his hands on either side of Jamie’s head and clenched his fists in the sheets. He looked into Jamie’s crystal blue eyes once more. Jamie’s hips wiggled against his, the fellow teen pushing her hips back into his. Spock dipped his head forward and kissed her. Jamie hissed in loss when Spock pulled himself from her.
“On your knees,” He croaked, thinking back to what he read once out of curiosity, “and hold on to the headboard.”
Jamie stole a kiss from him when she sat up then turned over, pushing up onto her knees, before sitting up shakily and grabbing the headboard. Spock took himself in hand and stroked slowly, leaning forward and trailing kisses over Jamie’s heated back. Jamie looked over her shoulder at him, eyes fluttering closed with a soft groan when he kissed her, sliding himself back into her at the same time.
“Hold on,” He repeated, softly speaking against her lips.
Jamie faced the headboard and held on for dear life. Spock gripped her hips tight, looking down as he started to thrust into her hard and fast once more. He couldn’t help but watch as his cock disappeared and reappeared, each time covered in Jamie’s juices. The tight confines of Jamie’s core were hot, incredibly tight and so wet.
“Oh, God…” Jamie moaned, her head hanging forward, “Spock…”
Jamie’s knees started to shake and Spock could feel her start to orgasm around him again. He didn’t stop so she could recover this time, continuing to pound into Jamie’s tight little body. Jamie kept one hand on the headboard, reaching back with the other to grab Spock’s hand. Spock watched as Jamie pushed herself into an upright position, her back now to his chest not loosing the rhythm one bit. Jamie took Spock’s hand and brought it around the front. Spock felt Jamie press his hand insistently against her clit. He pinched it gently and Jamie faltered a bit, her head falling back against his shoulder. Spock turned his head and kissed Jamie, continuing to pinch her clit as he pounded into her.
Jamie could feel Spock’s thrusting start to get erratic, telling him that he was about to come. Jamie kept Spock’s arm around her, pressing his hand against her clit more as she wrapped her tongue around his, pushing herself back into him hard. Spock threw his head back and moaned loudly, Jamie moaning almost as loudly, the two coming as one. They collapsed to the bed, panting heavily.
