Absolutely 18+.

If you want to know how the caracters got here, please, go to my stories and read Always. You don't have to, though, to get what's happening here.

This is dirty, hot and shameless sex. Be aware of that.

Reviews are welcome, whether they're good or bad. I mean it.

"Nice guys…" Kate said giggling.

"Yeah, sorry about that. They only did it because-"

"They care about you. Don't worry. I didn't take it personal"

"Thank you"

"Thank me? I took all your money! From all of your friends"

"And thanks for that too. I was wondering-"

"Don't say strip poker."

"But-" how did she know?

"It's even more cliché than a coat and lingerie, Rick" She was mocking him.

"I like cliché! You heard them: it's what sells books."

"Speaking of books…" She put her right foot between his legs on the chair, pressing her knee on his chest. He could see her entire leg naked, and even a small part of her panties.

"Kate" He was begging.

She wanted him to beg.

"Not Kate… Nikki." As she said it she recognized his face: no focus whatsoever.

His left hand touched her ankle, and then slid it to her calf and her shin enjoying every inch of her leg. She did hand her leg to him, anyway…

He kissed her knee.

His hand slowly slid up to her groin. He got his focus back. He'd never got this far before: so close to her. If that wasn't invading her personal space, he didn't know what it would be. And she wasn't stopping him this time.

He saw her leg shiver under his touch. He watched it come and go and then gave her a naughty look. She blushed. She really didn't want him to know how much he affects her but her body disagreed. He turned her on just by looking at her.

He now kissed her thigh 3 inches above his last kiss and got an inch closer with his hand. A new shiver-wave washed her body and Rick watched it proudly. He held her thigh and got up carrying Kate to the poker table. As he sat her on the poker table she had these eyes: pure heat. Nikki was there with him.

Finally.

Rick wanted that night to be special, slowly conquest every inch of her body's territory. Taste it. Savor it. He heard the lady, though. She wanted their first night together to be wild. So, wild it is.

He pushed himself away from her.

"Are you loud?" He asked her.

"Loud?" She narrowed her eyes.

"Yes. Loud." He was hoping not to get spanked without the sex part.

She blushed. If he gave her time to think that through she might be gone before he noticed.

"Well" he put some music on "just in case". He smiled.

He went back to the poker table and she grabbed him behind his neck and said by his ear with a sexy voice "I'm louder than that".

She left him speechless. So many things crossing his mind at that point. That was definitely something he wanted to hear: her moans and groans; crying out his name breathless.

"Castle?" she raised an eyebrow. She knew where his mind was.

"Wh-what?" He was back.

In one movement he stripped her coat wide open, out of the blue. There she was: all to himself.

Using a husky voice she asked him while leaning back on her elbows "Did you take a good look?".

Her eyes were mean, she knew what she wanted and she was gonna get it.

He wasn't sure of what she meant, if she would leave or if she would want something else. This was a whole new side of her and he didn't know how to act.

"Uh-huh" was all he could say.

Waiting for her response was killing him.

"Good" she bit her lip "Now you can focus on getting your hands over here" She had this authoritative tone she used to use while detective Beckett. She didn't want Rick.

She wanted Castle first. But she worked with Castle, and was kind of dating Rick. Which one should she go for?

"Uh-huh" He wasn't sure yet if he should touch her and this doubt was worse than torture.

"Why aren't you touching me then?" She sounded frustrated.

Where the hell was Castle? He almost touched her with his eyes on a daily bases and now that he had permission he wouldn't go for it? Or Rick, if Castle wasn't available she could do business with Rick. Both of them had given her breath-taking kisses, so, both of them could do it.

"I-I-I" He couldn't move.

Why was she attacking him like that? Kate was too shy to do it, as far as he know, Beckett wouldn't let him see her naked ever and Nikki was his imagination, so it was dirty.

She did say he was dealing with Nikki though…

She pulled him to herself. Out of instinct he put his arms around her.

"What are you doing?" She got frustrated, he really wasn't doing what he was supposed to. "What are you, a virgin?" She hit him with her eyes.

"Excuse me? A virgin?" He was offended. She pushed the right button.

Thank God.

"Then get your hands over here right now!" Beckett was there too, not only Nikki. He loved that bossy detective.

He put his hands on her hips working its way up. His hands were shaking. He stopped. Could he touch her breasts? Could he really touch her breasts?

She rolled her eyes. Where did Castle go when she needed him?

She took both his hands and rested them on her breasts, watching his expression carefully. Well, she knew his fantasies and she was in deed his muse, not untouchable though. Yeah. He was having a hard time focusing on her needs: she was naked for goodness' sake!

She bit her lip and his eyes met hers asking for permission. "I'm all yours" she whispered.

He closed his eyes letting his hands feel her body, her soft skin, sweating because of the coat and his very own touch, warm and smelling like cherries. She had shivers coming and going with every touch of his hands. He watched every single one of them while breathing heavily of lust.

And suddenly he realized she really wanted him. That's right: him.

He grabbed her ass, "Huh! That's my boy" she whispered in his ear, and with the other hand over her hair on her head, he made her lie down on the table.

Taking his time, he kissed her mouth and she kissed him back, almost begging for him to not go, trying to stop him by biting his lip, but it was no good: he went for her neck, her chest, her scar. He tasted her scar, according to her 'his love mark'.

He was strangely quiet… where were the best-seller words he was always bragging about?

She took a deep breath and slightly opened her mouth with her eyes closed. He could see her tongue moving inside her mouth mimicking his tongue's movements on her skin.

His hands caressed her breasts; his teeth played with her nipples over the bra's fabric and he felt their erection. Out of instinct he put his knee on the table raising his body over hers and pressed his knee against her clit, and held it still, hard on her. She moaned as she grabbed his hair and pulled it with both hands.

He overpowered her. Simple as that. She couldn't think with his knee over there, she didn't want to think. He was pressing his knee so hard against her clit that she couldn't say if it was pleasure or pain, maybe a mixture of both, and she needed more. She pressed herself down on his knee a bit more and her groan was loud and clear for him. Her eyes rolled with pleasure and her tongue searched for his in the air.

He felt his pants get tighter with her groan. It was hurting him, so tight.

She wanted him so badly and his touch was making it worse and worse. He had taken control of her body. She needed to feel him on her: skin to skin.

His kisses were working their way down right below her breasts, her navel, and just below it inches from her panties, so he replaced his knee with his hand and used his thumb to press her clit. He felt his pants glued to his knee due to her arousal and it drove him crazy. He had to taste it.

His stubble's friction on her skin was driving her over the edge.

She needed to feel him.

Now.

"Talk to me" she was begging to hear his voice. He did use his words to turn her on every day, on every opportunity, and his books.

Oh… his books.

"I can't think of anything to say right now" he gasped with a really husky voice, trying to take control of his body, which was starting to thrust her thighs against his will.

"Tell me what you want" she was trying to help him focus.

"How about you tell me what you want?" he said holding her legs up high trying to scent her smell. Figure how she tasted like.

He couldn't stop thrusting and he was getting embarrassed about it, and she wasn't helping either: with each thrust she groaned louder and louder. Her legs were resting on his shoulders and he gripped her hips with his hands pulling her against his thrusts.

"I want… I want… I want magic" Her eyes met his: lust taking control of their bodies. "I want-" she took a deep breath "Touch me. I wanna feel you in-" she couldn't finish her sentence.

"Oh, Castle! Stop… please" she gasped breathing heavily but he wouldn't stop.

"I can't" he was giving in, trying to unfasten his belt and his pants to take off his boxers. He never ever had that need.

He needed to be inside her right now.

"I want to touch you. I need to taste you" his voice was fading: too much sexual tension overpowering him.

When she saw what he was doing she gathered all her strength and pushed him away. Somehow she managed to do it. She lifted her right leg and using her high-heel she ripped his shirt wide open. He froze. How did she do that? Rick kept looking at her high-heel and his shirt trying to figure that out "You sure do know how to use your tools, huh?" he had his Castle face. She just loved to tease him.

With the other leg she pulled him back closer. She sat, unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, but left the zipper untouched. He moaned when he felt her knuckles slightly rub his hardened member and that was exactly why it took her a while to do it: his pants were so tight!

"Oh my God! Castle, you're so hard already" She wondered how long they'd last.

"It's you. I've imagined this for so long, so many ways… and yet this is beyond my imagination." his words were gasping in his throat.

"Oh yeah?" she raised an eyebrow "like what you see?"

"Uh-huh" she was such a tease.

"Want more?" She said kissing his chest open-mouthed and slightly blowing cool air on it after the kisses.

"Oh… fuck" yeah, she won "Uh-huh" he moistened his lips.

She gave one more pull tying him between her thighs. He rubbed his cock on her by accident and she held him still. She wanted him to suffer. She could feel his arousal pulsating, hard against her skin. She squeezed him with her thighs so he could know it was ok and he quickly took off his shirt. She did the same with her coat.

They stared at each other for a moment. Both their breathings were irregular and somehow deep, preparing them for what would come next.

"What do I want Ricky?" she asked by his ear.

"You" He took a moment "want me to touch you" he needed to last longer so he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of her.

"Will you touch me, Ricky?" she said sucking his bottom lip.

"Fuck, Nikki" he was really trying to remain in control. Didn't even care who was there anymore…

"Will you taste me, Rook?" He didn't even notice she was playing Nikki.

Her eyes were pure lust, begging his touch.

"Oh… Fuck, yes!" he was done talking.

She was about to say something but he put his finger on her lips and made her lie down again. She grabbed his wrist and sucked his finger watching his expression.

It was time to play.

No woman does that to Rick, specially his Kate, his Nikki or his Beckett and goes unpunished.

He rested his right knee on the table for support and raised his body over her 'til he could kiss her lips and tease her with his body barely touching hers now and then. Their kisses were hot and passionate, urgent.

He got back down on his feet and using the very same finger she had just sucked, he drew his way down to her panties, slowly spreading its wetness over her body. He felt how wet she was, how aroused she was.

For him.

He knew she wanted him but he didn't know she wanted him that much.

He took his time: no reason to hurry. Just to tease her he slowly, carefully, passed his finger around her pussy; around her groin, and saw her stomach muscles contract when she felt his touch. His touch was so light that it almost tickled.

He slipped his forefinger under her panties and then inside her on a single and forceful thrust. Through his finger he could feel her warmth and softness and how lubricated she was because of his touch. He closed his eyes and licked his lips. It took him a lot of self-control to not take her right there.

She was so tight… and it was only one finger. He couldn't bare to think of how she would feel on him when it was him inside her; that tightness, it was a virgin tightness. He felt like he was her first and only man.

"Aren't you gonna take off my bra?" She was begging for him to touch her breasts.

"I most definitely am" he gasped. Still having trouble concentrating feeling her inside.

He managed to open her bra with the other hand and she helped him take it off.

He hesitated. It was still new to him this permission to touch her.

His hesitation was getting on her nerves already.

He took his chance and went for it. He finally could feel her breasts, her bare skin; her tiny brownish nipples. Tasted her; smell her skin… cherries.

He started moving his finger back and forth as he played with her nipples, sucking her breasts while slightly held her nipples between his teeth, licking the tip of flesh between his teeth in circular moves driving her crazy.

He inserted another finger and she gasped "oh fuck!"

It was unlike of her to use that kind of language and it only made him shiver even more: it was delight. Waves of heat washed her body all over again. He felt her inner muscles contract on his fingers as he played with her breasts. That got him shivers in places he didn't know it was possible to shiver.

"Do it again" she gasped.

He didn't know what she was referring to so he moved his fingers deeper.

"Not that… no, that too" as she said it, she bit her lips and pushed his head on her breasts. He got the message and did it again. She was still holding on to his hair so she pulled him to her lips.

He pressed her clit with his thumb and her moan got lost into his mouth.

"More, Castle, I need more" She was having, literally, a hard time feeling his cock so hard pressing down on her inner thigh.

He stepped back and stopped everything he was doing to take off her panties and then her boots. She sat down and unzipped his pants down to the floor. He was looking down, watching his pants fall and then he realized she was staring at his boxers, which wasn't enough to hold his erection.

"What?" he looked serious.

She desired him for quite a while now.

"Sizing you up, you know… to know if you'll fit." She emphasized the 't'.

"Am I? Going to fit."

"Oh yeah… I'll make sure of that" there's nothing like teasing him.

"You're gonna kill me tonight" he took the bait.

"I hope not" she said as she licked his Adam-pommel. He pushed her back down and started kissing her knees, licking his way down through her inner thighs, and finally got down to his knees.

That smell… he'd do anything to have more of that every minute of his life. How could he not taste it? It was an enchanted smell and he just had to savor this liquor. He pressed his lips around her clit lubricating the place with his saliva and felt her butt, her abdomen and her legs contract.

He then licked her clit and pressed it with his tongue hard and then soft, repeating it nonstop massaging her clit. Her moans just added sugar to her taste.

He loved the sound she made when he touched her, he owned her. Rick inserted his fingers back and he could feel her pulse already.

Yeah. He owned Beckett. That feeling almost took control of his body again. She was so wet and warm… and soft; and that tightness again.

Oh my.

"Fuck, you taste good!" He was mostly groaning it than actually saying it, wanting her to ignore what he'd just said.

Oh, yes... and English is not my first language, so I hope it was readable. :)