No Vacancy
Chapter Two

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Jason watched her slip her clothes from her body with a sort of detached, function-only feeling. She wasn't removing her clothes because she was trying to get him aroused or tease him, she was removing her clothes because the whole act of sex couldn't be performed with clothes on. It was all so… cold. Like it was some kind of weird, skeevy transaction that he couldn't control, and a shiver rippled down his spine as he began to question exactly what he was doing here. Agreeing to illicit sex with Raven was one thing, but her detachment from the situation was something else entirely.

Could he really do this? Could he really just pretend that this whole fucking thing was okay? He didn't know.

Shaking his head, Jason ran his tongue along his lower lip and watched her neatly fold her clothes into a pile at the end of the melamine table tucked near the window. It wasn't until she was standing in nothing more than her underwear, thumbs hooked in the waistband of her panties, that he finally came to his senses.

"Stop."

Raven blinked, but said nothing. Her hands fell away from her underwear and she leaned back against the table, looking at him with a cold, calculative stare.

"Look… if we're gonna actually do this, then can you at least maybe try a little here." He leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees, watching her carefully as he spoke. He was trying to gauge her, figure her out so that maybe he could make this just a little less awkward. "I don't know what you're good at, but work me up. Play coy. Be… sexy."

Her nostrils flared and her lips twitched in anger. "I don't do sexy."

"Look…" He paused and sighed, standing up to approach her slowly. He was seriously regretting his decision to agree to this stupid idea, but he would at least give this first try a fighting chance. "It doesn't exactly work unless I'm in the mood, and this whole perfunctory attitude of yours isn't exactly helping."

"Perfunctory?" She snorted. "What a pretty ten-dollar word, Jason."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to be serious."

"Look…" Raven sighed and shook her head, sorting her thoughts before continuing. "Let's just both fully come to terms with the fact that you and I don't like each other. We barely tolerate each other. So, what exactly makes you think that I'm going to try and arouse you? Or even more than that, what makes you think that I can arouse you?" She paused, a noise of incredulity escaping the back of her throat. "We both agreed that this would be purely physical, Jason. Nothing more. So I'm noting going to play coy or sexy just to appease you."

He growled and his hand twitched. Really, he just needed to fucking leave. "Well, I can't get it in if I can't get it up, so either you try to pretend to be sexy so I can get a hard on, or we call it quits and never speak of this stupid arrangement ever again."

She sighed in defeat, and without warning, dropped down on her knees in front of him. "Come on, unzip."

Jason's face flushed red. "You can't be serious."

"I am."

"Fucking hell, you're strange." He ran a hand through his hair. "You'll suck my dick, but you won't kiss me, or play sexy?"

"I don't want to kiss you, Jason, I want to fuck you, that was the arrangement." She gnashed her teeth in annoyance, her patience obviously running thin. "This is purely physical, completely emotionless, and of story." She looked up at him. "Now, unzip, or I'll do it for you."

He unbuttoned his fly with a curse, her slender fingers reaching out to unfasten his zipper with antagonizing slowness. His tongue traced his lower lip again and he watched as Raven pulled down his too-tight pants from his uniform and his boxers, so that they both pooled around his ankles unceremoniously. His heart was racing and his skin was erupting in goosebumps as she moved even closer, her eyes filled with curiosity. She looked so completely at peace with what she was about to do that it shook him to the core. It was just a means to an end, that was all. Jason swallowed and the corner of her lips pulled back in a smirk.

"Well, well, Jason… I didn't know you were packing heat."

He blushed in spite of himself. "Are we going to do this or am I going to have to fuck your face?"

Her eyebrows lifted and she glanced up at him. "Now, there's an idea."

She was proving herself to be a glutton for punishment, and he wondered precisely how far he could push her. Images of her bent over his knee with her plump, round ass in the air filled his mind, and he suddenly wanted to spank her hard. He shifted and glared at her. "Stop talking, Raven, or I really will shut you up."

"Promises, promises, Jason. Don't make them if you don't intend to keep them."

He shivered as he felt her cool hands trace the length of him, trying to feel every little part of him. Each stroke was curious and exploratory, like she wanted to touch him first before letting herself experience anything. It was like she was admiring art, and that thought alone nearly brought him to his knees. Her hand wrapped around him, pumping slowly as her moist, wet lips wrapped around his head. Jason hissed out a breath of air and his head fell back against his shoulders, shivering as the flat of her tongue swirled around the head of his cock.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Why did this feel so fucking good? Jason gasped and he let a hand fall into her hair, tangling just a little. He could feel his body reacting to her in a way that he never imagined reacting to anyone, least of all her. Every nerve in his body felt like it was sparking to life, snapping and sizzling over his skin as she took the length of him in her mouth, her tongue going something disgustingly sinful and delicious. It swirled around him, drew patterns, and all the while she sucked and pumped and brought him to full, dripping attention in just a matter of minutes.

He glanced at the clock and felt his stomach twist. Two minutes. It was only two minutes of her giving the best fucking head he'd ever had and now he felt like he was going to come. Fucking hell. What in the world was she doing to him? He pushed her away, falling back on the bed and watching as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes practically wild. Everything about the entire scene in front of him was profane, but he fucking loved it.

"Now?" Her voice was hoarse, a little raw and heavy from the need that was undoubtedly sinking into her veins.

Jason was gasping for breath, and before he knew it, his hands were reaching out for her, clawing at her underwear as he tried to pull it from her body. He didn't realize how desperate he had become until he accepted that there was no turning back. He wanted this, he wanted her, and she was already proving to be more than just a good fuck - she would be a great one.

He pulled her onto his lap, his mouth teasing her breasts as his fingers found her core. His forefinger drew little circles around her clit, stroking it and teasing it before dipping his finger back into her body and pumping slowly. Raven let go of a strangled noise in the back of her throat, and he leaned back to watch the sight of his fingers slipping in and out of her body. It was beautiful. He rubbed his thumb over her clit again, flicking it as she moaned, her voice low and dangerous in the muffled silence of the hotel room.

"A-are you going to get on with it, or are you just going to sit there and finger me all night, Jason? Because I can do that myself, and I certainly don't need your assistance." Her words were practically venomous, dripping poison with every syllable as her hands found his shoulders. "I don't need your fingers, I need your cock."

"You have a filthy mouth."

"Mm…" She made a show of licking her lips, reminding him that his cock had filled her mouth just minutes before. "Well, that's all thanks to you, you know."

His tongue rolled in his mouth and he wondered what she would do if he threw her on the bed and just ate her out for the rest of the night, watching her come over and over and over, until there was nothing left. And then? Well, then he'd do it all over again. Jason bit the inside of his cheek and he leaned up to her dirty mouth, his lips so close to her own but never quite touching. No kissing. That was the rule.

"Show me what you've got, Raven. Let's see if you're really everything you promise to be-"

His words were cut off sharply as Raven let her weight fall, impaling herself on his cock with a quick gasp and wide eyes. Her head fell back against her shoulders and her hands tightened around his neck. Everything seemed too bright and colorful, and Jason just stared at her as Raven struggled to find words for what she was feeling.

"Fuck."

Jason could only agree silently. Fuck was the only appropriate response to the hellfire of lust and desire that was burning up every last part of his soul. His eyes closed and his hands tightened on her hips, feeling her body move against him with little, small movements. She was adjusting to him, taking him in, each part of her welcoming him as she rocked her hips back and forth. Jason groaned, and he pushed up against her, meeting the slow pace of her hips with one of his own. His hands fell to his sides and he leaned back against his forearms, watching her ride him.

Her back arched, her mouth thrown open as the mouth lewd sounds escaped, her breasts bouncing with each push. She looked like something out of a porn magazine, and he should have felt some iota of shame at what they were doing in the shadows, but he didn't. All he could really think about was how fucking good she felt, and how much he wanted to watch her come, and how he wanted to fuck her so hard she wouldn't be able to walk for a week. All he could really think about was this imperfect moment, far away from the perfect world of heroes and villains.

"Yes."

Jason's eyes swept up to her face and he watched her eyes open, wide with pleasure. He licked his lips, his nostrils flaring as he tried to contain his need. She was coming.

"Yes."

His fingers bit into the cheap cotton of the bedding, still watching her with rapt attention.

"Yes!"

Raven ground her hips against him, rocking and pushing with such force that it felt like she was going to implode. Jason lost his control, and without a word or warning, he grabbed her hips and pushed himself into her over and over until the world went supernova, and he was drowning in a sea of white-hot pleasure. Everything felt wonderful, and Jason fell back against the bed, watching as Raven sat on top of him, still gasping for breath. Her hands were trembling as she ran her fingers through her hair, looking down at him from beneath heavy eyelids.

"Give me a few minutes and we'll go again."

Jason didn't know what made him say it. It was an odd thing to say, especially after they both had the most amazing, mind-blowing orgasms either of them could imagine. He should have been rolling out of bed, redressing and making his way to the door, but here he was, offering her another round.

"I don't need to go again." Raven moved away from him, taking a few tissues from the nightstand and cleaning herself off. "I'm going back to the tower."

"You don't want to come again?" He tried to play his whole thing off like a joke, and teasingly wiped off his mouth. "Come on, Raven, I've cleaned off a place for you to sit."

Oddly enough, that particular thought made her pause, and Jason felt his heart jump and his dick stir again. He licked his lips and tried not to fantasize about her pretty thighs on either side of his head as he stabbed his tongue deep inside her. He tried, and failed miserably. God, he wondered what she tasted like? Sin incarnate probably. Jason shifted and sat up, leaning forward as he watched Raven finger her underwear, unsure if she should pull them on.

"Come on, Rae… one more round isn't gonna kill you." Was… was he begging? It sounded like he was begging. Oh god, how mortifying. "I'll do whatever you want." Oh fucking hell, he was begging. He needed the world to open up and swallow him whole.

"I'm going home." Raven pulled her panties back on and started redressing. "I'll see you next week."

Jason licked his lips. "Alright. Next week. Same time, same place?"

"Same time. Same place." Raven pulled on her cloak and looked down at him. "Maybe I'll stay for two rounds next time."

He smirked.

"I said maybe."

Thanks for putting up with me.