The Raven-7
I woke up to the smell of jasmine and the warmth of a small body hugging my waist, a small head laying on my shoulder. I inhaled the scent of her hair and a sweet ache formed in my chest. I recalled the events of last night. I don't think I have ever come so hard before in my life. I didn't have a history of sleeping with women, unlike Grimmjow. I could count all the women I had slept with on one hand, each of which were very dear to me. The first took my virginity, she was my tutor and I had developed feelings for her in my teenage mind. The second was Senna, who was just curious of the act that her friends were talking about and since I was the only boy she trusted she asked me to have sex with her. The other two were women I had met in America, both of which were very good friends of mine. I had, without a doubt, never felt the intense passion for any of them then I had felt for this little doe sleeping in my arms.
Well she is an expert. I ignored the crude thought and recalled the way she had screamed my name in the height of ecstasy, the way I had come so hard into her when she called me desperately to release her. I felt the familiar twinge in my cock and blushed that the mere thought of her panting face and heaving body had my member twitching. My fingers clenched slightly to lessen the effect of desire that wracked my body, but it suddenly became impossible when my senses heightened to the naked body of the women attached to mine, her breasts pushed up against me and her warm arm across my waist. She must have noted my discomfort and the stiffness my body had taken because she suddenly roused from her sleep and looked up at me with hooded eyes. Was it possible to become harder?
She detached herself from me and sat up, rubbing her hands over her eyes and stretching her body, the blanket covering her thin frame falling down, revealing her small curves and pert breasts for my eyes to feast on. If I didn't know any better I'd say she enjoyed teasing me. She turned to me finally, grinning mischievously when she noticed my eyes darkened by lust and a very prominabt tent on my nether regions. She came foreword, leaning on one hand and pecked me on the mouth. I had been slightly anxious to see her reaction to last night. I had enjoyed it, thouroughly, but I didn't know how Rukia would behave towards me after that. My heart lifted imensely at her actions. I leaned in for more but she pulled away, the sly glint still present in her eyes as she started to stand up, wrapping the blanket around her frame. Like hell I'd let the tease run away like that. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to me, smirking at her surprised gasp. I roll her over so I'm hovering over her, my hands on either side of her head.
"Did you really think you could get away?" I ask, lowering my head, hovering my lips just above hers, tickling them slightly.
"I honestly did," she replies, closing her eyes as she unconsciously brings her lips to mine but I pull away just out of reach.
"Your gonna have to try harder than that," I whisper in her ear, rewarded with a shiver. I kiss her full lips then, heat igniting like a match between us as her arms around my neck pull me closer to her. I'm hard as a rock already and I use my hands to rip off the sheets that are around her body. I position myself as she spreads her legs open for me and enter her with a moan. God, she was as tight as last night. I hadn't expected that and was surprised when my length fit almost too perfectly inside her. My mind blank and exploded in ecstasy as I pulled back and slammed into her again. Her warm pussy pulling me in and gripping me like a vice. Her moans fill my ears and it's almost enough to draw me over the edge. She suddenly uses her hands on my chest to push me on my back so she can stradle me, my erection still inside her. Her eyes are dimmed and her pouty mouth open in lust. She lifts the side of her lips in a small smirk and raises her hip, arching her back before slamming down. My eyes roll to the back of my head in ecstasy. the penetration even deeper than before. She lets out moans and starts to ride my cock. Her breasts bouncing in their perked state. I place my hands on her hips and start to lift and bring her down faster. She choked on her moans as I fill her insides to the brim.
"I-ichigo," Oh shit. My dick throbs inside her as she moans my name. She leans forward and rests her hands on each side of my face, her features contorted in painful pleasure.
"Shit Rukia, what are you doing to me?" I voice out huskily, my throat clogged in desire and lust.
She moans though she can't even hear me in her state of pleasure. I pull my face up and suck her right nipple into my mouth.
"Uhnnn," she moans and arches her back as I bite the nub harshly. "Oh fuck. S-so good, Ichigo."
I groan and pull her nipple harshly one last time before letting go. I reach for her face and she meets me half-way in a searing and desperate kiss.
"Ichigo," She says, pulling away, leaning back up. I would never get tired of her saying my name I decided. "I'm go-gonna come."
I use my hands to fuck her faster. With a few more moans, she comes with a scream, her head thrown back and her eyes wide open. My eyes clench as her walls close tightly around me and groan loudly as my orgasm hits me. She's still for a few deep breaths and then falls on my chest. We're both breathing hard and fast. She pulls out of me, some of my cum leaking out as she rolls to my side, her chest rising and falling in heavy pants.
When our breathing has finally lowered and I can't feel my heart beating heavily in my ear, Rukia gets up. Her legs are shaky as she walks to a door at the other end of the room.
"Rukia?" I ask as she heads to the door.
"I'm taking a shower."
With that she leaves me. I get up when I hear the splash of water and walk to the bathroom to join her. My dick already hard as I imagine the water trickling down her naked body.
I can't remember the last time I had felt so…light. Stress-free. Sex could do that to you. But really good sex can leave you smiling like an idiot. Giving yourself relief was enough but it would never give me the pleasure that Rukia would. I could feel the strain on my briefs again as I recalled the way I had taken her again against the wall of the bathroom, my body pinned to hers as I entered her. I don't know where this desire had come from, this insatiable desire. All I wanted to do was have sex with her all day. Stay in bed and have glorious sex through all hours of the day. Rukia was sore after that bathroom escapade so I promised to be back later. And I would be back later. God I couldn't get enough of her. It was the first day and I couldn't understand where the power to become this hard had come from. Just as my eyes reached the roof of my house I heard my name being called. I turn to Grimmjow as he jogs up to me, a wide smirk on his face. The same idiot smile I had on only a few seconds ago.
"Yo," I say, eyeing his suspiciously. "What's wrong with you?"
He blinks and falls in step with me as I walk to my house. "What do you mean? I feel great."
"Yeah, why?"
His smirk widens. "Cause I got some last night, and by that stupid ass smile on your face I'd say you did too."
I could help the heat that came to my face at his statement.
He throws his head back and lets out a bellow of laughter as I blush harder in embarrassment. "Virgin finally grew some balls."
"Shut up Grimmjow before I knock your balls off."
He continues smirking. I turn away from his smirking face. "So, who were you with?" I ask, trying to distract that smirking idiot I called my friend. He pulls his hands behind his head, leaning it back into his palms.
"Nell."
"…"
"Neliel."
Still nothing.
"Your bitch's friend. The one with the sea-green hair," he says between his gritted teeth.
I glare at him. "She's not my bitch, dickhead. And if you say that again I'll fucking beat your ass," the threat came out harsher than I intended and his eyebrow rises. After a few seconds he shrugs.
"No need to get pissy on me. You didn't remember Nell's name."
"Well I won't forget next time. Just don't call her that."
He nods, looking at me from the corner of his eye contemplatively. I ignore him and keep walking. That nod was the closest to an apology I would get from him.
"I forgot that when it comes to peoples names, you've got a memory spam worse than a goldfish."
I let out a laugh, the atosphere between us lifting considerably as we finally reach my house. It was when I saw a familiar automobile on my driveway that the laughter died in my throat. Grimmjow looks at me confused and realization dawns on him when the owner of the car appears at the door, a obvious frown on her face, her eyes dark in anger.
"Senna," I breath out, my heart jumping and coiling in guilt and embarrassment. How could I have forgotten? How could I have let lust drive my senses away like that? I was engaged. Engaged to the most beautiful women in the world and I was spending my night at a whore house. I felt bile rise to my throat and guilt knaw on my insides until I felt naked and bare. I saw Grimmjow clench his jaw at the realization of the situation I found myself in.
"Ichigo," she addresses, looking me straight in the eyes, "Where have you been?"
I can't answer, I can't open my mouth, all I can do is flop my lips like a guppy. Her eyes narrow at the look of guilt on my face.
"He was with me."
I turn to Grimmjow, he had his arms crossed and looked at Senna through narrowed eyes. I knew he had always hated Senna, ever since we were children. When I had told him about our impending marriage he had shook his head in wonderment, but supported me as I was his best friend, though he said he would help me choose my second wife. He told me that he thought that under all that beauty she was more evil than any women and more of a slut than any whore.
"At least whores show what they are, she's just hides herself under that stupid mask of innocence. And it pisses me off."
As he had told me a few years ago. I knew he didn't like her, but did he hate me enough to jeopardize our relationship just to piss her off. Senna's eyes narrow at him next. She probably hadn't even noticed him there, and that would probably piss Grimmjow off even more.
"And why was he with you?" she lets a bit of venom slip into her voice. I turn to Grimmjow, my eyes pleading with him to have mercy on me. I don't know what had come over me. I didn't know, I won't do it again. Please don't tell her. I told him through my eyes.
"He came to pick me up from a bar last night when I passed out and took me home. It was late so he stayed over."
My jaw falls slightly. He had said this with so much conviction that I almost believed him. Senna eyes returned to me, lighting up and a smile graceing her lips.
"Well, you should have told me," she said, coming towards me, "I know you worry but I think drunkards would in fact be better of dead."
"Why you-"
I turn a pleading face to Grimmjow as the words escape his mouth and he rolls his eyes, turning around and walking away.
"I'm going to Nell," he said for me to hear. A twinge of jealousy appeared in my heart as I looked at the care-free attitude of my friend. No restrictions, no responsibilities. He could come and go as he pleased. If only I could do that, than I could meet Rukia any time. I shook the thought out of my head and turned back to my fiancé who had attached herself to my forearm. She smiled up at me and I couldn't help but smile back.
"Come inside Ichigo, I made you brownies."
[Grimmjow POV]
That stupid ugly women. The heck was wrong with her. I should go back and kick her ass, the hell to her being a female or Ichigo's fiancé. I couldn't help the twinge of sympathy I felt for the guy. He had finally gone to the whore house on his own after so many years of being a dumb pussy and found himself a decent lay. If I know Ichigo, and I know Ichigo, he was probably berating himself for being with a prostitute all night with his future wife at the back of his conscious. But that wasn't even the worst part, far from it. Lots of men, including married men, went to whore houses, they were forgiven countless times by their wives because it's in them to fuck everything that walks and only rarely do wives capture their husbands attention throughout their married lives. Ichigo, on the other hand, had fallen for his lay. Hard. Excuse the pun.
I saw the way he looked at her during that dinner we had. Their shared looks and silent conversation. As if there was no one in the room. As if no one mattered. And that other night where the girls had danced on stage, Ichigo had looked away embarrassed for most of the girl displaying everything out in the open on stage. Hell, I almost came with the look on Nell's face when she dance with her sexy body. I remember moaning when her eyes had met mine in the middle of her performance and that's when I knew I would be the highest bidder for her. But when that midget girl came on stage, Ichigo wouldn't look away. I even tried calling his name in the middle, right in his ear and he didn't even flinch, his eyes were wide and his mouth hanging open slightly. What a moron. Hell, he had left when that big-breasted blond girl came on stage for a drink of sake but he was fully enraptured by the celestial dance by that amethyst eyed girl. When the bidding started, he gave every man who called out for a bidding on her a death glare. I stayed out of their proximity because I had known first hand that if Ichigo was angry, he was angry. Not that I wouldn't love a fight with the guy but never over a women. The inn came into view and my pants tightened when I recalled the way I had fucked Nell in every position imaginable in one night, how she was so sore and tired she had lost consciousness when she had come for the final time that night. I had woken up the next morning, my hands and feet strapped to the headboard and Nell standing over me. She called it 'punishment' and I don't think I would ever find another women like her again. She was pricey, but goldsmith was she worth it.
He hadn't come. It was almost midnight and Ichigo hadn't come. He had said he would, he had said it with promise in his voice before he had left in the morning. My hope and excitement dwindled and turned sour as the hours of the night went by. I had decided to go on a walk to the bakery. This time of day, their crème puffs were cheapest and that's when I would go and buy them as an indulgence. I had brought an extra one for Ichigo if he would come and if not, I would eat it myself. Last night had been the best night of my life. I had never known that sex could actually be so...satisfying. I had never had an orgasm during sex before. I had masturbated but I didn't enjoy it much. This is the first time I had ever felt this way. I started to wonder if it really was the sex or if it was with the person I was having it with?
Ichigo.
Just thinking about him made my heart clench and my mind haze. I shake my head away from the thought and start my walk back to the Inn with my creme puffs in the paper bag in hand. Halfway there, a hand suddenly grabs my forearm and yanks me into a narrow dark alley. I drop my bag and it took a few seconds for my mind to adjust to what had just happened and for my eyes to fix on the burly man in front of me, pinning me against the wall, his hands over my small throat.
"Give me your money."
It wasn't my first time being mugged but when I saw the flash of a knife in his hands I couldn't stopped the fear that flowed through my veins. I reached down and pull out what little money I had under my sash. He looks at the coins and throws them at my face, clutching my neck harder.
"You making fun of me, huh bitch?"
I tried to calm down, I was afraid but I didn't show it. That would probably encourage him. I open my mouth to answer him but my throat is dry. I shiver once and swallow.
"I….I don't have…." I let out in a small voice. He pulls me back and slams be against the wall, I gasp as the wind is knocked out of me.
"You lying bitch."
My hands try to scratch his hands that hold my throat, he reaches back and slaps me. I try to push him off, ignoring the stinging of my cheeks.
"I know you have it on you somewhere, I'm just gonna have to strip you to find it."
My eyes widen as his hands squeeze my breasts and begin to untie my sash.
"Stop, let me go. I told you I don't have anything."
I try to kick him but he just pins my legs down with his thighs and continues untying my sash.
"Why don't you let the girl go?"
I blink at the voice that comes from the opening of the alleyway.
"Get lost fucker, this girl's mine."
I try to speak but before I can, the man come foreword into the alley.
"I don't think so. Cause it just so happens, my buddy already called dibs."
"What the fuc-"
But the large man didn't get to finish his sentence when my rescuer suddenly kicks his face in, sending him flying to the side. I gasp as the wind of the attack flips my hair, but other than that, I'm unharmed. I raise my hands to put my clothes back together. He comes back to me and I see the larger man on the floor, passed out. He grabs my hand.
"Come on."
I follow him out the alley and into the light and finally see the teal color of his heavy hair.
"You!" I gasp out.
He turns to smirk at me. "Who did you expect? Prince charming."
No, I had expected Ichigo. Even though I didn't say that out loud, I knew our mind were on the same line of thought. I look down at our intertwined hands, I notice he has a tight grip on me, I only then realize that I'm shaking hard. He looks at my hands then at my face, his features blank but his eyebrows creased.
"Hey, don't go scared and whiny on me midget, I don't do that shit."
I glare at him, still shaking in my skin. "The hell I would idiot. And who you calling midget, blueberry."
He smirks in amusement and tugs my hand to follow him. Though he may act vicious, his actions were gentle. Even with my hand in his I felt like a little sister walking home with her big brother. The thought calmed my nerves and my shaking.
We reach the inn when I let out an annoyed grunt, he turns to me slightly surprised as if I was going into shock or a panic attack.
"My damn crème puffs."
He scrunches his eyes together and looks at me like I'm crazy, taking a step away from me. I roll my eyes at him. "That's what I had in that bloody paper bag. I'm gonna fucking kill that overgrown buffoon."
A few seconds of silence pass before he throws his head back and lets out a deep laugh as I fume in my spot.
"I don't see what's so funny?"
"Now I understand why Ichigo is so attached to you," he says, his laughter dying down.
I blink at him as a blush appears on my cheeks. A blush he obviously sees and gives a knowing smirk. I turn my eyes away. "Whatever."
"Ok ok stop being so mad over the damn puffs. I'll get you another batch."
I turn my eyes to him suspiciously. "Really?"
He shrugs, looking away. I don't know this person. You could say we were aquaintences but I could see a bit of Ichigo inside of him. His temper at least and their love for making fun of my height. I let a smile grace my face. It was thanks to people like them that I hadn't gone completely insane in this world I lived in.
I nod at him and he turns away to leave.
"Thank you," I call. He raises his hand back to me in a wave or a salute, I can't be sure.
(A/N) thank you all for the reviews and the faves and alerts. Especially reviews, I love waking up in the morning and finding a new review on this story. Its my first time writing something like this and you guys seriosuly encourage me to do my best. Love you all XD
