Title: Make This Go On Forever
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie/Amita
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 804
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't want, only borrowing, just fun, no infringment intended.
A/N: 100% inspired by sororcula -- this is for you, baby!


His lips and teeth and tongue are everywhere. He sucks on the tender skin of her thighs, making her tense and squirm, and then his tongue is back between her legs, light and teasing as if he hadn’t just been as rough as he was, and she knows he’s trying to get her to beg. He licks from the glistening, velveteen skin up to her clit, his dark eyes never losing contact with hers. His tongue twirls around her clit, and she’s on the edge, and then he slips two fingers inside, crooks them perfectly, presses hard, and bites down.

She doesn’t think she’s ever come so hard, Charlie’s name on her lips.

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He’s big, almost too big, and she winces as he pushes into her, and he asks between clenched teeth, “Shit, you’re not a…” He groans long and low when he gets deeper, and her body tightens, jerks up the bed in reaction to the pain. “…you’re not a virgin, right?”

She’s not a virgin, but it’s been so long, and he’s not like his brother, and he doesn’t wait for her answer before he’s pounding into her.

She claws at his back and grits her teeth, and he holds her tighter in response.

“Stay with me, Amita. You’re doing good, honey.”

His hand forces its way between their sweat-slicked bodies and finds her clit, stroking hard and time with his movements.

She doesn’t think she’s ever come so hard, Don’s name on her lips.

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Before she knows what she’s doing, she’s slipped her hands into her jeans, and her fingers are inside her, her thumb working her to the peak as she watches them from the doorway. Don fucks Charlie the same way he’s fucked her, hips hitting hard and skin slapping against skin and that slippery, smacking sound of lube, and Don’s got Charlie’s hips gripped so tight in his hands, pulling him back to meet each trust, and Charlie looks like he’s never felt – never imagined – anything that felt so good, his mouth wide open and bottom lip trembling as moans and groans and shouts escape.

“I swear to God, Chuck,” Don keeps his smooth pace so perfectly, she’d swear he was destined to be an orchestral maestro. “Nothing feels as good on my cock as your ass.”

She doesn’t think she’s ever come so hard, a scream choked down by the vice grip of strained vocal chords.

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It’s too much at once, and she can’t begin to process it. There are Don’s lube-slicked fingers prepping her for him and Charlie’s talented tongue eating her out to get her dripping wet for him, and she can’t believe that she’s about to do this. Some switch should be going off in her brain saying, “God damn it, girl; this is insane,” but Charlie’s fingers are hitting her spot, and Don’s got his tongue in her ass, and there’s no way something that feels so good could ever be wrong. It must be the same way that people swear off the delicious satisfaction of chocolate or the salty pleasure of potato chips because they’re supposed to be bad things. And while she’s terrified of this, she can’t imagine a place she’d rather be.

Don pushes inside her, and she lets out a high groan, and there’s Charlie below her, putting his hand on her face and directing her gaze to him and promising that it’ll be okay.

Don pulls her up, his chest pressed to her back, and he spreads his legs wider on the bed so he’s got enough leverage to thrust up into her ass, and there’s Charlie with one hand’s fingers dipping inside her pussy and the other stroking his cock.

Charlie’s eyes are wide and desperate and pleading, needing her to admit that this is okay, and it’s not okay, but she’ll swear to anything as long as they’ll make this last forever.

Charlie spreads her legs wider and finds the right position between them to slip his cock inside, and he’s hitting the perfect spot almost immediately, and then Don’s grabbing her under her ass and lifting her, and Charlie’s lifting her under her thighs just above her knees, and she’s got no other choice other than to wrap her legs around Charlie and let them pound into her. Two beautiful brothers fucking her so thoroughly that she’s seized by a moment of clarity and realizes that this is perfection, the way she could only dream of it feeling, and she’ll never be sated if she never has it again. This has to go on forever. The moment it ends will be the moment it slips from her fingers.

She knows she’s never come so hard, the name of all that is holy on her lips and begging for this to not be the end.