Lemon: Blood Love
Allen grumbled as he climbed through the back window of his home, tossing his bloodied bat in the corner as he feet hit the floor. He ran a hand through his blood damped hair, taking off his boots to clean later. He could hear a woman singing in one of the rooms above him, making a smirk climb to his lips. The man quietly stalked to the stairs, pausing before he made his way up them. He stuck his head in the back room, a tidy little office. A _ haired woman sat at the desk, typing away on the computer, her bangs falling into her face as she let a sigh escape her. She pushed her hair back, lifting her gaze back to the screen. That's when Allen made his move, placing his gloved hands over her pretty _ eyes. The woman smiled softly for a moment, then frowned deeply as her nose crinkled.
"Allen Jones get those nasty, blood covered gloves off my face. Now."
The man pouted pulling hands back to pull the gloves off as she turned around. "Oh come on babe, there's not THAT much blood on them."
She rolled her eyes. "They're soaked! Do you not remember my number one rule?"
"I forgot my keys... So I couldn't get into the garage." he shrugged.
"Al, you should have gone straight to the garage and undressed. I will not have you tracking blood through my house!" her eyes narrowed, her lips settling into a tight line. "Take those bloody clothes off and put them in the washer."
He smirked, pulling off his infamous bomber jacket. "Oh, you want me to take these "bloody clothes" off? Then I will. Anything for you, right babe?"
The woman's eyes went wide. "Wait, that's not what I-"
But she cut off as his shirt was pulled over his head, ruffling his hair. He grinned, watching her eyes rake over his chest as he started on his belt.
"Hey _ it looks like you're enjoying the show." Allen chuckled, lifting her chin with one hand, and using the other to step out of his jeans and toss them away. "I thought this wasn't what you meant."
"Uh, uhm..." she blinked slowly, shifting her gaze down to watch that free hand mess with the elastic of his boxers. "Do you want me to take these off too? Or would you rather I took these clothes away?"
That seemed to snap her out of it, making her eyes narrow once more as she lifted a hand. He was unprepared for her to slap him straight across the face, the engagement ring she wore leaving a small bruise; though the shock that hit him was replaced by a fierce arousal as she shoved him away from her, a sneer gracing that pretty little face of hers as she pushed him against a bookshelf.
"Go put those damned clothes of your the laundry room and then take a fucking bath you jackass." she pulled her hands from his shoulders, turning on her heel to walk out of the office. "And while you're at it, re-lock whatever window you used to get in."
Allen smirked, watching her hips sway as she stalked from the room. But he sighed, gathering his clothes. If there was one reason, and one reason only for the shiny little ring he had damn-near killed himself to put on her finger, it was because he was hopelessly, no, impossibly attracted to her on such a level it came off as obsessive to anyone who didn't know them. Of course, another reason being that the fiery babe had an attitude that made his blood pump every time he witnessed it. And that moment, after having her push him around like that, his blood was pumping hard. So he decided to listen to her, knowing he could make it work to his advantage later. However as he dumped his clothes in the washer an idea hit him, making him look down at his tightening boxers. He pulled them off, giving his hardening member a quick stroke as he dumped the cloth alongside the rest of his outfit.
It only took a few moments for him to get back up stairs, stimulating himself the entire way to their bedroom. He found his "dearly beloved" in the room, digging through one of the drawers on the dresser, finally pulling out a clean pair of boxers and a black wife-beater. He saw her glance around, not noticing him as he ducked back into the hall, wanting to see what she was doing. His dear lover clicked her tongue, pulling off her shirt and making him stiffen in more ways than one as he realized the baggy shirt had been hiding her unbound breast. He didn't even realize that he had started pumping his shaft, slowly, teasingly as she leaned over to pick up his shirt. She pulled it on, making him bite his lip when he saw how well it fit her. But then, then she pulled off her pants, and made the mistake of leaning over to remove them, and giving him a view at her bare ass, making him drool as he realized she was wearing a little thong. He tried to muffle a moan as he gave his leaking shaft a harder pump, closing his eyes and feeling his tongue ring hit his teeth as he started imagining the sweet, sweet pussy of his fiancee surrounding his length. Oh how badly he wanted to sink his dick in that tight, wet pussy!
But then, just as he was about to climax, he felt something flick the head, his eyes flying open to see his fiancee kneeling in front of him, leaning over and breathing down his shaft as she pushed his hands away. Allen groaned as her mouth finished the job that his hands had started, sucking him for only a few moments before his cum shot down her throat. He watched her lick him clean, like a kitten lapping up milk before she licked away the little bit trying to escape from the corner of her mouth. Her _ eyes narrowed seductively when she looked up at him, lifting herself until her shirt covered chest rubbed against his manhood. Allen watched her curiously, gasping when she lifted the shirt just enough to guide his length underneath and between her boobs. He couldn't hold in the moans that escaped him as she rubbed her tits against him, smirking up at him.
"Allen Jones, you're such a naughty boy." she seemed to purr. "Did that little bit of shoving really get you started?"
His eyes widened as her words reached him. "Wait... You did that on purpose?!"
"Of course, haven't you ever noticed that I always get so horny after you come home from those little murder sprees? Heh, so when I heard you coming back up stairs I decided to... get changed." she smirked, pressing her soft mounds against him a little tighter. "I knew you'd be watching, and that's why I chose your clothes to wear. But~ I was interrupted before I could finish up~"
Allen stiffened when she lifted her ass up enough to pull one of his hands to stroke her... bare womanhood. He felt how wet she was as she started making him touch her, waiting for his shock to wear off. And when it did, she wasn't just put on her ass in the hallway, she put on her ass, pinned underneath the tanned ball player, and forced to bear witness as he pushed his length past her wet folds. Her head fell back as a loud moan tore out of her. Allen leaned down to bite her neck, leaving large marks all across the soft skin before he pulled his shirt from her body.
"You damn bitch. You call me naughty, yet you set all this shit up?" he felt her dig her nails into his shoulders, dragging them down his back. "You are a fucking tease, and I hate being teased. You of all people should know that _."
The woman let out a yelp when he squeezed her hips, yanking up one of her legs to put on his shoulder. "A-Allen~"
God.
Damn.
Allen hissed through a wicked grin that spread on his face. She knew he loved to hear her moan like that, and judging by the lustful shine in her _ eyes she knew she had him wrapped around her little finger. However, he also knew that she wouldn't dare try to put him in the bitch's place.
She never challenged him when he was punishing her, and he was most definitely punishing her at that moment. I mean seriously, he was fucking her in the hallway!
"A-A-All~en!" he pounded into her harder, loving the way she moaned his name. But just as she started to tighten around him, he pulled out, making her snarl viciously as that blissful end escaped her. She glared up at him as he got to his feet, stroking himself as he smirked down at her.
"Oh my _. Are you upset? Feeling," he chuckled. "TEASED?"
"You sick bastard." she rubbed her legs together, but he stopped her when he picked her up. The woman yelped as she was slung over his shoulder, her chest hitting his back. She squirmed, feeling his shoulder dig into her stomach, but then she shouted in surprised when he let her slip a little, his shoulder now against her exposed vital regions. She felt her face heat up when he turned his head, breathing on the sensitive flesh.
"Ah! Al don't do that!" she tried to get away, only to be dumped on the bed. Al didn't even give her a chance to sit up before he had her legs on his shoulders, dipping down to lick and nip at her swollen southern lips. He sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue ring to make her loudest moan yet rip out of her throat.
He could tell he had made her sensitive to the touch.
That was just what he wanted.
He wanted to tease her, make her squirm, until she begged him to take her. He wanted her to know the frustration of not getting what she wanted until she was forced to go to any length to get it. Allen licked his lips as he slowly traced her vital regions with a finger, dipping between the drenched folds only to withdrawal not even a second later. She whined and whimpered, pouting up at him and looking just so innocently cute he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her forehead in an almost endearing way. But then he wrapped his fingers through her _ hair, using it to tilt her head back and attack her neck once more. However while he was focused on that he didn't notice her hand sneaking down to his lower back. At least, not until she started massaging the area, making him sigh blissfully as she rubbed the knot out of the painfully tight muscles.
"All~en!" she breathed, "All~en!"
"What is it babe?" he lifted his lips from her neck, tilting his head to the side just enough to lock his redden gaze on her _ one. "_?"
She moved her hands to tangle in his hair, but in a surprise move placed his ear over her heart. It was something she hadn't done before, so he was surprised when he heard her heart fluttering in her chest. "Please, stop teasing me so much... I've been waiting for you to get home all day!"
The man glanced up at her, gulping when he saw the warmth in her eyes. He could see a slight agitation growing under that warmth, making him feel just a little guilty about teasing her so much.
But not enough to make him stop.
"Sorry _, but this is your punishment."
She huffed, rolling her eyes, but he didn't miss her smirk. "Fine..."
"But," her smirk was replaced by a confused look. "I will listen to this," he kissed her heart, making her smile. Allen moved her legs onto his hips, resting his ear over her heart as he pushed his length back into her wet pussy, loving how tight it had become, and smirking when her heart fluttered again. She moaned, her head falling against the pillows, but her gaze stayed on him. He kissed her collarbone as he began to pound into her, using his elbows to support himself as he picked up speed. He found that he could tell that she liked it just by listening to her heart race when he moved a certain way or used a certain amount of force. Despite her touch facade, he realized she did in fact feel pain when he did it in ways that made him feel good. So despite knowing that he would lose out on some of the pleasure Allen pulled out, making her look at him in confusion. She watched him as he gently pulled her up to sit on his lap.
Wait... Gently?
_ gasped in surprise when he re-entered her, but it was more from what he did next. He lay on his back, putting his hands behind his head to watch her. He could see how confused she was, and honestly he didn't blame her. He had been her first back in college, and even then he didn't let her top.
He.
Never.
Did.
The woman bit her lip, deciding to try out the new position by giving a little bounce. Allen was pleasantly surprised at the pleasure that coursed through him from such a little movement, but his head fell back and his hands moved to grip at the sheets when she started to repeat the motion, bouncing as moans poured from both their throats. Their moans grew louder and louder as they both neared their ends, and Allen sat up to pull her into a deep, violently passionate kiss. He felt her reach her climax, her inner walls clenching around him as he reached his own. She didn't seem to care as she broke off to yell his name, his cum filling her until it overflowed. Allen finally lay her down, pulling out of her before tossing the blanket over her. She smiled, hugging his pillow as he chuckled, turning to head for the bathroom.
At least, until fierce pounding and a yell reached them from the front door.
"Police! Open the door now!"
Allen clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes. "Hey babe go get that. I'm taking a shower."
He didn't have to check to see if she would, he soon heard her walking down the stairs. But as he started a shower to clean himself he was surprised to hear blood chilling screeches coming from the kitchen area below the bathroom. However when his dear fiancee walked into the room, blood splattered across her naked body, he laughed.
"Damn babe!"
"Shut up and move over." she pushed him against the shower wall, smirking as his arms snaked around her. "Fine, but I'm not letting you go~"
The woman rolled her eyes, kissing his cheek as the blood washed from their bodies stained the tile. "Who said I wanted you to?"
"Good, then I won't."
"Good."
"Hey Al?"
"Yeah babe?"
"What do we need to do about the body in the kitchen...?"
"...That is the absolute sexiest thing I've heard you say today."
