Title: Popsicles By: Alycia Rating: NC-17 Category: Reyes POV DRR, smut, smut and more smut Summary: Reyes, Doggett, and one grape Popsicle Feedback: aly_spook@hotmail.com Archive: Yeah, but you might not wanna. It's dirty, dirty, dirty. Disclaimer: Aight, well they ain't mine. And also, if you're under 17, you're gonna be grossed out. Trust me. So don't read this, aight? ~*~*~*~ His lips trailed down my neck and his tongue paused to linger around my ear and jawbone. God he was so sexy. As his hands found their way to my jeans and he smoothly began to unbutton them. He slid them off and whispered, "I brought a surprise for you." I waited impatiently there on the green grass for him, noticing the clouds. It was going to rain. And when I felt the cold against my neck I whispered, "Mmm. Ice." "Not ice," he whispered back. "A Popsicle. Grape." He ran the cold, solid juice bar along my neck and across my lips. He slid my shirt off gently, and I could tell he was surprised that I was wearing no bra. But he didn't focus on that for too long. He ran the Popsicle down my chest and over my already hard nipples, making them harder and colder, but I didn't care. His tongue ran over them, savoring the taste of my skin and the juice. As he continued to run the Popsicle over my body, he managed to slip off my panties and toss them aside. The Popsicle moved lower, and lower, leaving a trail of purple fruit juice which John licked off. I felt his fingers on me. He gently moved the folds aside and ran the icy frozen treat along my insides, across my clit. My moans echoed through the backyard of the small country cabin, and this only made him stronger. His tongue went down to lick the juices off of my clit, but he was still teasing. He wasn't ready for me to orgasm yet. He stuck the Popsicle in my mouth and erotically moved it in and out, making it look like I was giving head to the thing. "If that were me Monica," he whispered hoarsely. "Would you do that to me?" I gurgled yes, and I don't know how he heard me, but he did. So he straddled my face, laying the Popsicle on my stomach as his engorged member entered my mouth and I did to it just what I'd done to the Popsicle moments before. As his moans echoed around me, I became more aroused. My fingers found my clit and I began to massage it as my pointer finger entered me. When he finally came, he took my hand out of myself and moved the Popsicle down there again. Around and around my clit it traced, until John heard what he wanted to hear from me. "Oh God! Just put it in me!" The cold finally entered my pussy, in and out, in and out, as John carefully licked away the juice it was leaving. "Oh God! Oh John!" I came hard and fast, leaving me head spinning for a moment. John carefully licked me clean of come and grape Popsicle juice and we collapsed beside each other as the rain gently, finally poured from the sky. The Popsicle still in John's hand, he brought it up to my lips and ran it across them before he gently kissed me to sleep.