The Pawnshop Chronicles: Negotiations

Unrepentant PWP. NC-17

Once again, cursing and adultery. Just FYI

"You have been a very bad boy, Mr. Gold."

Gold smiled when he heard her soft accent speak behind him. He didn't turn from what he was doing, choosing instead to let her come to him. "Have I?"

There was silence for several moments until he felt her breath against his ear. "Yes."

He hardened instantly. Goddamn the woman was intent on killing him. She had pressed herself against his back and he could feel her body trembling slightly as she slipped her arms around his waist. "You said this guitar was worth thirty thousand."

He wanted to turn in her arms, to crush his mouth to hers, to drag her onto the counter and sate the need that had been burning inside him since yesterday, customers be damned, but he didn't. "Was I incorrect in my evaluation? Perhaps I missed something."

Her hands ran up his chest and he bit his lip to keep from whimpering like a boy. "You might want to look at it again." Her fingers found the knot in his tie and pulled at it until it slid off around his neck.

Gold didn't move. He remained where he was, his hands splayed on the counter, letting her do whatever she wanted. Her hands went back down his chest, around and up his back underneath his suit jacket. He shuddered as she traced a line up his spine. "Are you cold?"

He was anything but cold and shook his head, prompting her to pull her hands back so she could tug the jacket off his arms. He heard her sigh and almost turned around, but her arms encircled him again and he stilled. He was going to die, of a stroke, and he couldn't possibly care less. "You have so many layers, Mr. Gold."

His voice, when it finally came out, was husky with desire, almost intelligible with his thick Scottish brogue. "My name is Nick."

Belle remained plastered against his back, running her fingers from his abs to his chest, circling his nipples and roaming down until they brushed against his erection. He groaned. "Belle ...please."

He felt the huff of air that signaled her laughter. "Now, now. I know you know this guitar is worth far more than you quoted me yesterday."

He sucked in a breath when she pulled his shirt out of his pants and pressed her palms against the naked skin of his stomach. "I ..." he had to pause to regain control. "I may have under quoted it a bit."

Belle wiggled her fingers into the edges of the shirt and pulled. The ripping noise and the sounds of buttons flying caused Gold to gasp and press his hips forward against the counter, trying to relieve some of the pain of his throbbing erection. She peeled the shirt slowly down his arms and then pushed his undershirt up to press her lips against his back. "A bit?"

He squirmed, his breathing labored. "Just a little."

She made a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat and stood on tiptoe to kiss the side of his neck. The contact was almost too much for him. He was trying to be still, trying to play the game however she wanted him to, but he was rapidly coming to the end of his rope. His hips shunted forward against the counter again without any conscious thought on his part. With every fiber of his being he wanted to reverse their positions and fill her up until she screamed his name ...several times.

Belle's hands roamed down his chest again, pulling on the zipper of his trousers. As much as he didn't want to, he had to stop her. If she touched him, he was going to explode and he had no intention of doing that until he was buried inside her body. She let his hands guide her away from that area, but as soon as he released her, she buried her fingers inside his pants and wrapped them around his straining member. "Damn Belle ...FUCK!"

She stroked him and he leaned his head back against her shoulder, closing his eyes, fighting for control. When she pulled him free for better access and the chilly air hit him, he moaned helplessly. "How much is it worth?"

His mind was clouded, lost in a haze of sheer pleasure. He literally had no idea what she was talking about for several minutes. Her fingers stroked down his length, over the head, and then wrapped around him and pumped him hard several times. It was too much. He needed her right now. "I don't give a shit about that fucking guitar," he growled, turning suddenly and pulling her against him, slanting his lips over hers in a frenzied, impatient kiss. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, thrusting it in and out as his hips did the same against her center. He could feel her heat through the dress she was wearing. He hitched it up, over her waist and almost cried when he realized she had nothing else on. She had come here specifically for him, and not the damn guitar. This knowledge pleased him on more levels than he was comfortable with, but he didn't stop, couldn't stop, needed her more than he needed to breathe.

He turned them around and pressed her back against the counter, feeling her desire as he stroked himself through her wet folds. Her breath stuttered and a groan left her lips as he pushed her fingers away, gripped her waist and thrust himself inside her, lifting her off her feet and pushing her back onto the counter until she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. There was no patience left in him. He pounded into her again and again, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He needed her to come apart around him, needed to feel her clench his body, tighten her arms around him and break into pieces. It was almost animalistic, his need, and when he bit down on her neck with teeth and tongue and worried at the skin, she gasped and clutched at him, the spasm of her orgasm shuddering through them both. He cried out as he broke apart, spilling himself inside her, hearing her whimpers as he continued to thrust into her, unable to stop until he literally could not continue.

She fell against his chest heavily, pawing with uncoordinated muscles at his hair and even that felt wonderful. He couldn't move, didn't even try, just stood there, still buried inside her, trying to catch his breath.

It was easily five minutes before he could do anything but hold her against him. When he finally raised his head and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, she smiled. He felt some sort of primal, male satisfaction that she was now sporting an enormous hickey on her neck and then he remembered that eventually she would have to go home. He pulled out of her and felt her shiver with delight, her arms tightening around him. "Shit." He reached up and touched the mark on her neck with gentle fingers. "I'm sorry."

He started to pull away, but Belle refused to let him move. "I don't mind."

He looked into her eyes, startled, but found no deception in their blue depths. "I didn't mean to ..."

Belle cut him off, nibbling on his lower lip, tracing kisses across his jaw until she latched her mouth onto his neck and bit him ...hard. He groaned, his body trying to press closer to her, grasping at her hips and rocking against her center. Her breath quickened as she sucked the skin into her mouth and he pushed against her faster, letting the cloth of his trousers slide back and forth over her clit. Her arms were around his waist, clutching at his ass, as her breathing became harsh once again. Gold rocked against her body, feeling himself beginning to get hard again. It was a sensation he'd never experienced before. He could feel her heat, he could feel it when the evidence of her desire spread against the front of his pants, and it was incredible. Belle gasped, clutching at his shoulders as she came apart again, shuddering in his arms. She reached between them, scrabbled at his zipper with impatient fingers and then reached inside to grasp him again. He slid over her fingers, through her hands and she had only to pump once before he groaned and felt himself coming again. Would he never get enough of this woman?

It took longer this time to come down from their mutual euphoria, but finally Belle slid off the counter, down his body and his eyes locked with hers. "We should go in the back so I can get a better look at that guitar. Clearly I misjudged it."

Belle smirked. "Yes. Clearly."