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Oh Hell-y Night	By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 3858 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-PART 1
- 2-PART 2
- 3-PART 3
- 4-PART 4
- 5-PART 5
- 6-PART 6
- 7-PART 7
- 8-EPILOGUE
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- 6
Back to the Future . . .
“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?!?” Peter exclaimed. “Like she left the firehouse? That fucking guy could be out there waiting for her! He could already have her!” His face grew dark. “I’ll kill him! Then I’ll bust him!” He started to walk toward the door.

“Honestly, Peter. The man was harmless. But there are a lot of other men in this city who are not so harmless. We should search for her.”

“I’ll go check her apartment. I’ll take Ecto,” Winston volunteered.

“I can check with her sister Monica if I take her car,” Ray suggested.

“Okay, and I’ll scour our neighborhood so that I can kill that guy if I find him,” Peter said.

“Then I will look here. Just in case she’s still on the premises. Whoever finds her, call otheothers to let them know.”

Three of the men left, while Egon stayed behind. He searched the firehouse starting on the roof and working his way down to the basement. It was with a sigh of relief that he found her sleeping beside the containment unit.

He knelt beside her and caressed her head again. She groaned and sat up. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She squinted and looked around. “What time is it?”

“Four a.m.”

She rubbed her eyes and looked at him. “Where are the other guys?”

“Out looking for you. You gave us a bit of a scare.”

She stared at him in sho The Then she smiled at him slowly. “So, what you’re saying is that we’re alone.”

Egon’s eyes grew wide and he took a few steps back. “Uh, yes. But I still don’t think . . .”

She got up and wrapped herself in the blanket. She walked over to him and placed her fingers to his lips. “Shhh. No thinking allowed. Just act on impulse.”

He swallowed as she leaned in to kiss him. “My impulse is telling me to haul ass, as Peter would put it.”

She smirked. “Is it really?”

He watched her part her lips as she closed the space between them. “No,” he whispered. And he closed his eyes as their lips touched. The gentle pressure of their soft fullness was better than he’d remembered. She stood on tiptoes as she slipped her arms around his neck. He moaned and crushed her to him. They backed up until they were against the wall by the containment unit.

Egon held her face in both hands and she opened her mouth to suck his tongue inside. She sank her weight back against the brick as he leaned his weight against her. He was warm and solid. She let the blanket slide from her shoulders and he moved back long enough to toss it at their feet. She used the wall to climb up and wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed himself against her.

“I want you,” he said.

She sighed and kissed him tenderly. “I know.” He slid his hand down to grip her rear, his long fingers delving deep between her legs. She tilted her head back and cried out in surprise. “God, you know the feeling is mutual!”

“Yes.” He surveyed their position. “Are you comfortable like this? Or would the blanket be better?”

She opened her eyes and chuckled at him. “Egon Spengler, if you wanted to fuck me in the closet, I’d be just fine with it.”

His face took on a curious expression. “Janine, I have no intention of fucking you.” She pouted miserably, and he smiled at her playfully. “I plan to take my time with your pleasure, so let’s just call it making love. Okay?”

He slid his other hand up her stomach and over her ribs to cup her breast, kneading it through the silky material of her bra. She moaned and rested her head on his shoulder. “Okay.”

Egon bent down and sat Janine on the floor. He spread the blanket out and helped her to lie downher her stomach. He ran his fingertips from the bottoms of her feet up her calves and thighs then slipped his hand between her legs again. “Moan for me again.”

He didn’t need to ask because she already was. “Oh, God.”

“Lick your lips. No, slowly.” She complied. “That’s good.”

“You like that?” She smiled alluringly.

“As long as we’re being honest, I love your lips. They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He stroked her clit. “Ah!”

“You’re welcome.”

“Egon, don’t tease me.”

He smirked and removed his hand. Okay. I’m sorry.” He unfastened the three hooks that held her bra closed. “Roll over.” She did as he instructed. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and removed her bra. He was unable to hold back the small gasp of awe that escaped from his mouth.

She sat up and took his hands in hers. She placed them on her breasts and guided his fingers over their smooth surface. She then leaned back against the wall and allowed him to caress her. He bent and took one pink, taut nipple into his mouth. She cried out and slid her fingers into his hair. When she looked down at the top of his head, she smiled and thought that it was weird to look down and see jet black hair. But when he flicked at her breast with his tongue, she thought of nothing else but her pleasure.

She tugged at his shirt, freeing it from his jeans and then pulling it up his chest. He sat up and allowed her to remove it. Then he stood up to take off the pants. She giggled and untied his sneakers and he kicked them off his feet, She nearly unbalanced him when she pulled up first one foot and then the other to remove his socks. He bent and kissed her. “Patience.”

She pouted again, this time more playfully. “Okay,” she muttered impatiently. He stood again and unbuttoned his pants. He grabbed the zipper, but she placed her fingers over his to halt their progress. “Wait. Let me.”

He let his hands fall to his sides as the woman he loved slowly unzipped his jeans. She slid them down his long legs to the floor. He stepped out of them and she sat up on her haunches and stroked him through his boxers. He closed his eyes and parted his lips. She smiled adoringly at him and stripped him of the boxers. His manhood sprang free of its too tight bonds and bobbed towards her as if sensing her by radar. She smiled and grasped him in her hand. He looked down at her and smiled. “Have I told you how much I love your lips?”

“Yave.ave.” She stroked him very slowly before taking him into her mouth. He exhaled a gust of air, that sounded almost as if he were drowning and finally surfaced. “Janine.”

She looked up at him as she worked her mouth slowly up and down his length. Her eyes were smiling as she stared at her lover. He stroked her hair back off her face so he could see her lips slide back and forth on his cock. Her eyes never left his and he watched with awed attention as she sucked harder and faster. He could see the subtle differences in the contours of her lips as she slid down his length and pulled back applying gentle pressure. He finally broke eye contact as he closed his eyes and placed a hand at the back of her head to guide her. He finally pulled out of her mouth and braced himself against the wall.

“Enough.”

“But you didn’t . . .”

“No. Not until I’m inside you.”

She shuddered involuntarily as his husky words washed over her. She slid her panties off and laid down on the blanket. “I’m ready for you.”

He wanted to give her more foreplay, but she made it clear that she wasn’t interested in that when she pulled him back up to lay on top of her when he tried to kiss his way down to return the oral favor. She plumbed his mouth with her tongue and whispered in his ear. “Later.”

He nodded and raised himself above her. She opened her legs to receive him, and he wasted no time in complying. He entered her slowly, allowing them both to savor each blissfully agonizing second until she was fully impaled on his long t. t. She cried out in ecstasy when their pelvic bones were pressed together. He pulled out all the way and slowly plunged back into her.

She massaged his shoulders and chest as he sank into her again and again, slowly, allowing her pleasure to build. She shivered and panted on each downstroke, and he groaned in an attempt to keep control as she clenched herself around him each time he withdrew.

He looked down at her and watched as her breathing quickened. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. There was a fine sheen of sweat on her skin, which had taken on the pale tinge of pink roses. He bent his head to capture her lips and she moaned into his mouth as he drove into her with slightly increased force. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back as the first tinges of orgasm began to build within her.

He felt the erratic change in the clenching of her vaginal muscles. She slid her hands down to his lower back and applied pressure to indicate that she wanted him to fuck her harder. He was all too happy to oblige.

She broke the kiss and cried out again. He watched her face contort and a fresh ruddiness creep into her face and chest. He ran his fingers over her nipples again and she convulsed slightly and hissed. She was close. He braced himself more securely on his hands as he loomed above her. He got up on his knees for leverage and proceeded to drill her like there was no tomorrow. She screamed and moaned much louder now. He nearly lost control of his emotions when tears of joy glistened in her eyes as she stared up at him, chanting, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

He did, however, lose control of his body and spilled his essence inside her, her face in his view, and her name on his lips. The violent pulsations of Egon’s erection was all Janine needed to push her over the edge. With one last cry of love, she went completely rigid, shuddered for several seconds, and then went limp. As she slowly regained the ability to think, she decided that losing that stupid Tom-festoonery game of Peter’s was definitely not a bad thing after all.

The last vestiges of climax washed over him and Egon crumbled on top of her, breathing in her scent. She smelled like roses and vanilla. He would never get enough of that intoxicating bouquet. His heart ached with unspoken sentiment and before he knew what he was saying, he told her the words she’d always wanted to hear that he’d never been able to say to her.

“I love you too, Janine. Thank you for never giving up on me.”

She didn’t answer or move a muscle. He lifted his head, which suddenly weighed 100 tons, and looked down at a sleeping Janine. He smiled and brushed the hair off her face. He kissed her forehead, much as he had done earlier that night, and pulled out of her slowly as not to wake her. He laid down beside her and she instinctively rolled over into a spoon position against him. “Mmmm,” she moaned. “Happy.”

“Indeed, my love. So am I. I’ll tell you again when we wake.”

He thought for a moment that he should call the others to tell them that she was safe. But sleep soon overtook him, and he forgot what he’d been thinking of doing that was supposedly so damned urgent.
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