beanside | Fic: Never Let a Night Like Tonight Go to Waste

Just a little porn for Friday!

Title: Never Let a Night Like Tonight Go To Waste
Pairing: JDM/Hayden Panettiere (aka the Cheerleader on Heroes.)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This so never happened.
Warnings: Underage sex. (HP is 17)
A/N: This is all the fault of my lovely wife

nilchance and the thoroughly evil and corrupting

brynwulf. Thanks to both for betaing it!

It hadn’t been planned. Like she could have planned it, if she’d tried. Hollywood parties were still kind of beyond her. Sure, she got invited and sometimes she went. But she was always apart from the rest. She was the kid, the cheerleader.

Except when her Heroes costars were around. Then, she could be Hayden.

So, when she saw Milo chatting with some tall dude, she hurried in his direction. It wasn’t until she was closing on them that she got a look at the guy he was talking to. Or more importantly, who else he was with.

Jared Padalecki wasn’t a shock. He and Milo had worked together on Gilmore Girls. No surprise there. But next to Jared, half hidden by his bulk was none other than his on-screen father, Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

Or as some rampant fangirl part of her brain squealed at her: Denny!

She managed an easy smile for Milo, ducking under his offered arm to snuggle against his side for a moment.

He grinned at her. “Hey. Hayden! I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.”

She shrugged, stealing a glance at the other guys. Damn, Jared was tall.

“Oh, Hayden, I’d like you to meet Jared Padalecki, and Jeff Morgan.”

“Nice to meet you,” she returned, proud that her voice didn’t squeak.

They talked for a while, and she pretended that she’d never touched herself imagining his hands on her, his voice breathing filth in her ear.

But here she was, four hours later, back at the hotel suite in nothing but her skirt and heels.

“Jesus, I’m a pervert,” Jeff mumbled, eyes taking in every inch of her body.

She stepped closer, reaching up to pull out the lacquered sticks that held her hair in place. Her hair tumbled down in a wave. It brushed her body, bringing her nipples to hard little points.

Jeff leaned forward a little, hand pressed against the hard line of his cock that she could see straining at his dress pants. It bolstered her confidence, gave her walk a little roll to it as she crossed the room to stand between his spread legs.

With a little smile touching her lips, Hayden held her hands out from her sides. “See anything you like?”

“Might’ve,” Jeff purred. One big hand slid up the outside of her leg and curledaround her thigh, just below where the skirt hit. His hands were gentle, but rough and strong.

“Do tell.” She shivered as his fingertips slid up her thigh, lifting the skirt with it.

His fingers slid inwards to trace her hipbone, then the little paunch of flesh that stubbornly refused to disappear with sit-ups. She was about to shy back, to try to move his hands off the baby fat when he reached the apex of her thighs.

God, he was gentle. One finger sliding in with the lightest touch. She pressed forward, until it brushed her clit, sending shock waves up her spine.

“So wet,” Jeff purred.

The finger slid back until it could slip into her, slow and easy, teasing.

She swayed a little, trying to spread her legs farther apart.

“Put one foot on the edge of the chair,” Jeff instructed.

He steadied her as she followed his instructions, his other hand curling around her ankle, moving it where he wanted.

When he looked up, he was biting his lip, pupils all but swallowing the rim of golden-flecked green. “Going to eat you up, baby,” he growled.

She started to make a crack about Little Red Riding Hood, but then Jeff leaned forward. His tongue flickered out to just tease along the edge of her pussy, little kitten licks that made her knees go weak.

“Jeff, I can’t-“

One strong arm wrapped around her, holding her up as his tongue delved in, finding her clit and teasing circles. Her fingers knotted in his hair, holding him close, and Jeff went to work.

God, his mouth. Should have been illegal in all fifty states.

Jeff was relentless, tongue delving deep and retreating to tease along the very top of her clit, almost too much, but always not enough.

She could feel the rasp of his beard against her, rough against her slick skin. “God, please,” Hayden whimpered.

“Sssh,” Jeff whispered. “I got you.” Two fingers nudged into her, and she shuddered, trying to fuck herself down on them.

His tongue started moving fast and hard then, pressing deliberately against her clit on every stroke.

The pleasure wound higher, until she was shaking. Her hands clenched on his shoulders, in his hair, holding him close until the shudders stopped.

Jeff pulled back, lifting his head with a smile, licking her off his lips.

She dropped her foot and slid forward, straddling his lap on the chair, and pressing her lips to his, tasting herself, cigarette smoke, and that darker taste that was all him.

His hands framed her head, tilting her like a doll, positioning her the way he wanted. Oddly, it didn’t bother her. The thought of him lifting her, taking her made her breathe a moan against his lips.

Then, she slid off, sliding down to her knees on the plush carpet. Jeff made a little noise, stroking his fingers down her cheek, along her mouth.

“Gonna use that pretty mouth?” he asked.

“Oh yeah. God, Jeff. Gonna suck you so good,” she purred, undoing his pants and leaning forward to lick a wet, messy stripe from the base of his cock to the head, already slick and shiny with precome. Before he could reply, she was sliding back down, taking him smooth and easy.

Strong fingers curled around her neck, pressing her down, and she let him, let him fuck her mouth, let herself go pliant under his touch.

It wasn't long before he was lifting her off, pulling her up for another kiss. His taste warred with hers until he lifted his head, sliding her hair out of the way to nuzzle at her throat. The crinkle of foil made her squirm, pressing against him as he slid the condom on. "God, want you in me," she whimpered.

Her hands clutched at the front of his suit coat, realizing that he was still fully dressed, just his pants undone. That made her kinda slutty, didn't it?

It didn't really matter, not with his hands curling around her ass, lifting her against him as he came to his feet. "Gonna fuck you so good." he growled. "Pretty little girl. Gonna feel my big cock inside you for days."

Then, her back was against the wall, and he was sliding in, pressing until she thought she'd split. "So fucking big," she moaned, biting at his shoulder. "God, so good."

Jeff moaned, hand pressing her head down. "That's it, baby girl. Let me feel those teeth."

Then, he started moving, slowly at first. He rocked against her, easy, letting her get used to it, letting her feel the glide of his cock in her pussy.

After a while, he picked up speed--and her back was hitting the wall, driving him deeper with every stroke--until she was biting and clawing at him. Her heels dug into his ass, spurring him on. Jeff grunted, roughly jerking her head back to kiss her, white teeth biting at her lip.

With a little hoarse noise, she shuddered, screaming against his lips, nails digging perfect crescents into the back of his neck. A moment later, he shoved her against the door again, his muscles locked, lips tight against his teeth as he shook, fucking through his orgasm in little jerky thrusts.

Finally, he sighed, relaxing and laying his head against hers. "That was... whoa," he murmured.

She laughed softly, grinning against his stubble. "That'll work. So, what are you doing next weekend?"

--END