This is just a smutty one shot, kinda feely at the end, might make more if enough people like it!
It wasn't right. Not in any way Lila looked at it. They were extremely different people. They fought like cats and dogs any time they were in the same room, and yet she couldn't keep her eyes and her hands off him. Lately it was becoming even more of a struggle. He was a dick. Incorrigible in his bigotry, loud mouthed in his ludicrous ideas, and yet still handsome as hell. As a person she hated him, as a male she panted after him. He had everything she craved in a man. The hair, the body, the accent. His voice in a crowded room made her hair stand on end in the need to slap him and fuck him at the same time.
"You're miles away," Allen murmured as his beard stubble scraped across her upper back.
His lips were soft in contrast and it made her whimper.
"Sorry," she muttered.
The only time she could apologize to him and be courteous was when some part of him was touching her. He commanded submission naturally, but softly unlike many men she had known.
"It's alright darlin'. What were you thinking about?"
Lila's lips parted to explain, but her breath was knocked from her body when gloved fingers slid between her wet lips. A shuddering moan left her mouth in place of words.
"What was that hon?" he asked huskily.
She wanted to curse him for his sarcasm, but all she could sing were his praises.
"F-Fuck, I hate yo-your fingers," she hissed.
"Should I stop?"
"No!" she shouted, heart racing.
Allen chuckled and it made her roll her eyes.
"I couldn't leave you like this, even if you are a harlot," he jeered.
There it was. He couldn't keep his trap shut about it.
"You're just mad I get more pussy than you do," she retorted, "I-oooh shit!"
His fingers curled up against her sweet spot and it cut off all function to her brain, leaving her with the basic thoughts. How good his fingers felt, thick and slicked up even with his gloves. That she needed more, needed him to make her cum.
"I'm sorry, you were saying?"
Once again as she went to speak, he stepped up his game, thrusting harder and faster. Lila dropped forward farther until her face was against her forearms, barely holding back her sobbing moans as he played her well.
"I think I do pretty good. What do you think? I've got you right where I want you. I could make you beg, darlin, if I really wanted to."
She shook her head, ignoring the burn of the blankets against her skin, and argued, "I would never beg for a bigot to fuck me."
Suddenly his fingers started to slip out.
"Well, if-"
"Don't! Please don't stop!" she shouted.
With quick agility, she flung herself over and grabbed his wrist hard, pulling him over her smaller form. He smirked and she could see the smugness boiling in his thoughts. Before he could speak, she pulled him into an open mouthed kiss. One hand tugged at his hair to deepen the harsh exchange and her other went to his back, raking her nails up his skin. His chest rumbled loudly against hers as she sunk her teeth into his lip.
"Fuck me," she breathed, just a tinge of pleading to her words.
His thick abdominal muscles clenching against her stomach made her groan in response. It made her body weak when she got a feel of his raw strength.
"Since you asked so nicely," he purred, "Spread those gorgeous legs more for me Lila"
The smirk on his face was now sensual rather than condescending, the look in his eyes heavy and lustful. Heart pounding, she followed his orders, gasping as his cock lined up with her hole. Inch after thick inch forced inside her tight pussy as she breathed raggedly against his cheek.
"Oh hell darlin," he groaned, "Never fail to feel like heaven."
Her cheeks tinged a light red and she pulled him closer, hiding her embarrassment from his sight.
"Just fuck me asshole," she sighed as his lips caressed her neck.
Searing heat flooded her body with his first thrust. Gasping she clutched at his shoulders and back. For all his cocky talk, he could back it up. He'd proven time and time again how well he could push her to the edge of madness and only draw her back at the last second, both worn but sated. She was viciously torn from her thoughts as his thrusts grew rough, forcing wanton noises from her mouth. Hand still wrapped in his hair, she pulled at it, needing to do something to keep a semblance of sanity as she felt her climax scrambling up her body.
"Kiss me, bite me, something," she pleaded.
In the next instant his tongue was plunging into her open mouth, taking all she could give.
"You gonna cum for me Lila?" he panted.
She nodded. Her eyes opened in shock when he lifted from her body. She started to complain but then his still-slick gloved fingers found her clit. It was as if she was possessed, how strongly she was overcome with pleasure, her body contorting painfully in an attempt to keep him deep inside as he rutted into her core.
"A-Allen, oooooh, fuck. I- I-"
"Shh baby, just let go for me," he crooned lowly.
That accent, his voice, it was the last trigger she needed. Head thrown back into the pillows, she let out a cry of bliss.
"You are so damn beautiful," Allen hummed.
Driven by lust, she forced herself up, enjoying his look of surprise. It took some effort but she managed to push them completely over so he was on his back.
"What are-"
"Just lie back and enjoy what this beautiful harlot can offer you," she moaned with a smirk.
Riding down on his cock made her feel so powerful and so full. With a deep breath she worked her hips on his, savoring the moans he failed to hold back.
"Fuck that feels good Lila," he gasped out.
Allen suddenly tore his gloves off and threw them somewhere behind her, one hand grabbing her hip and the other gliding up her stomach. It caused her muscles to twitch in delight. Finally his fingers tangled in her hair and he yanked her down forcefully. The change in position had her howling. His thick cock kept gliding right over her sweet spot.
"That's it baby. Ride me til you cum," he growled, his voice shifting deeper, rougher.
All power was gone from her body and she collapsed against him, a panting, moaning mess as he fucked her senseless. Every inch of her body was utterly enraptured in the pleasure pulsing in her core.
"Oh god darlin, I'm gonna blow."
"M-Me too," Lila whined.
In a last second move their mouths collided, stars shattering across her closed eyes as she moaned against his lips. When the motions stopped, she laid panting on his chest. For the first time since they had started fucking, he let her stay there. Lila wouldn't say it out loud, but she was thankful. Despite being sweaty and having their differences she enjoyed being held after sex. Especially by a man as solid as Allen. It made her feel delicate. A feeling she didn't get on a normal basis as she was always wrestling or training in some form. Fingers ran up her back and it made her shiver and her heart race.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Mmhmm," she replied softly.
Cautiously she placed her palm against the soft skin of his pectoral muscle and let her nails trace nonsense shapes. She expected him to tell her to stop, to maybe toss her off, but she was shocked when he started playing with her hair instead. She was afraid to speak as it might break the spell they both seemed to be under. Instead she let her hand do the talking for her. With gentle touches she hesitantly began caressing his chest lightly. This part was new, undiscovered between them, and she was almost terrified to tread there as it could change things. He was still an asshole with adamant views that completely rivaled her own, but right now that seemed to make no difference. His heart was beating a tune in her ear and his hands were warm against her skin.
"What... Something feels different," She finally admitted.
"Yeah," he agreed.
She waited for him to continue, maybe offer a reason why, but soon enough she was hearing soft snores. Unsure of how to proceed, she tried to get up but was pinned back to his chest. And for some ungodly reason it made her heart ache in a good way.