A/N: All right, so next chapter of this story! Woot woot! There's yet another lemon warning, again, you shouldn't be surprised. I've had a hard time coming up with what to put for this chapter, to be honest. It's one of the many reasons why it's taken me two weeks longer than I was anticipating uploading it but oh well. Here we go.

Thx!

AMM

~Diana's POV~

I land on the balcony and glance out behind me, looking down at the street, expecting to see Bruce hot on my trail. But then again, he did have a car he had to get back here all by himself. I snicker as I walk through the French doors and strip out of my skinny jeans and red blouse, dropping my flats at the foot of the bed and taking the scarf out of my hair to toss on the chair by the windows. I glance at the front door and then at the French doors again and still see no Bruce. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I cross my legs and begin to bounce my foot but doing so rubs my thighs together and causes the simmering heat in my stomach to grow.

I repeatedly glance at the clock and once two minutes have gone by, I decide to shed my bra. Climbing further on the bed, I find that my hand is making its way down to my core. I don't touch myself often, normally only doing so with Bruce's prompts, but I gasp as I touch myself through my underwear, my back arching slightly. My eyes flutter close as I experiment with how to touch myself when I hear a snick and the bed dip. My eyes flutter open to meet Bruce's intense cerulean gaze but my fingers don't stop.

"Well, look at you," he rasps, voice deep and gravelly, moisture flowing from me and my fingers move faster at the sound. I bite the corner of my lip as I fight to keep my eyes open. "First, you leave me all by myself to get the car back here at dinnertime rush hour, and then I come in to see you've already started without me. Tsk tsk, Princess. Naughty girl." He pushes my hand away from me and I think he's going to take over but instead he pulls his hand away. Before I can whimper out a protest, however, it's brought back to me with a resounding smack and I nearly release right there at the sharp pain shooting through me originating from my little nub, a cry tearing from my throat.

"Up," Bruce growls but I don't understand. "Get up, Diana," I stare at him for a moment, chest heaving, before slowly climbing off the bed, my limbs like jello. He backs off the bed as well before stepping up to me and spinning me around. My wobbly limbs nearly collapse beneath me as he pulls me back against him, a gasp falling from my lips at the feeling of his bare skin pressed against mine. When did he take his shirt off?

His arms snake around me, one below my chest while the other reaches down in between my legs. I'm unable to remain upright and fall to the floor, Bruce following me down, crouching behind me, as he moves to pinch rather harshly at a nipple while he begins to rub at my neglected nub through my soaked panties.

My one hand flies up to grasp at his as it tortures my chest while the other fights to get purchase in the material of his jean clad knee while my legs instinctively slam closed around his hand. His hand slides to my other breast to repeat the torment and I can't find the strength to stop him as I lean back into him, my vocal cries of pleasure echoing throughout the room.

His circling digits pull me right back to the brink I'd been at after he smacked me and I rise on my knees as he attempts to pull his hand away. The hand that'd been grasping at his knee pushes his hand back to me while my hips grind into his fleeting fingers. His hands still manages to sneak away but instead of fully leaving me, it slips beneath the waistband of my silky panties and touches me directly, my whole body spasming and a cry falling from my throat. I widen my legs as I move my hand back to grab his knee as my legs shake.

He zeroes in on my clit, rubbing in tight, harsh circles and my hips fight to keep with the movement when I fall over the edge, crying out his name and collapsing back into him as I jolt and tremble. He lifts me in his arms and tosses me on the bed, watching me bounce as he reaches down to undo his belt and jeans. I watch him through half-open eyes as he slips out of his jeans and boxers, revealing him to be stiff and ready for me. I whine and go to spread my legs when he's climbing on the bed and reaching for me, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him. He slides my undies up my legs before tossing them on the floor.

Knowing I'm flexible, Bruce pushes my thighs flat against the bed before releasing a leg to grip himself and line his thick shaft with my entrance. Without any warning, he slides all the way in with one swift roll of his hips. A sharp gasp springs from my mouth as a hand shoots forward and grips tightly at his forearm. Bruce smirks at my surprise before bending over and bracing himself with his hands, looking intensely at me as he begins to give strong, harsh thrusts, snapping his hips forward with violent slaps against the back of my thighs.

"Fuck," I swear, surprising myself at the language. "Ah, fuck," it falls from my mouth again and I hear Bruce huff out a laugh beside my ear. My hands skate across his back, scratching down his biceps, struggling to tell my brain to grip and hold on tight. Profanities continue to fall from my lips and the unusualness of it only seems to spur Bruce on.

My hands finally land on my own thighs, grabbing hard enough to bruise but aware on some level that I'm not hurting Bruce in any way with my forceful grip.

"Oh, fuck! Oh my gods fuck!" I curse again, my neck arching, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He begins to pick up speed, my hips bouncing off of his and ricocheting right back into him, a constant seesaw on him and off.

"Oh my gods! Oh Hera! Bruce!" I cry out, already ready to fall apart. His fast pace halts before he simply grinds into me, his pelvis rubbing against my clit and his erection rubbing along something sensitive inside me over and over. But soon enough, his pace resumes its quicker speed and the bed begins to creak beneath us and hit up against the door. Guess it's a good thing we're the only ones here. I get right up to the edge and he slows once more, pulling me back despite the pleasure I receive from his grinding.

When I've calmed down enough, he seems to know and picks back up, catapulting me back towards that cliff.

"I-I-I'm gonna-" I start to say when Bruce launches himself off of me and sits back on his heels as I writhe in agony.

"Nooooo," I whine and my hips roll up and down as he stares at me, hand finding himself and stroking to keep him primed. His eyebrow arches at me as I twist and turn, tempted to reach down and try to finish myself off without him but know that I won't be truly satisfied that way.

I realize, though, as my hips arch up and my sensitive little clit meets the knuckles of his hand pumping his shaft, that I'm within grinding distance and almost like they have a mind of their own, my hips urgently grind up and down against his knuckles first and then his erection itself as he moves his hand away to allow me to continue, smirking down at me, clearly pleased with himself for reducing me to such a mess.

"Whyyy?" I whine to him as he just sits there, batting my hands away when I reach down towards us.

"Punishment," he growls and the words cause goose bumps to spread along my skin.

"W-what am I being p-p-punished f-for?" I stumble, my hips never stilling for a beat. Bruce looks down to where I grind desperately along the underside of him, taking a hand and holding himself more firmly against me. I whine pitifully with the teasing of being filled.

"You left me behind," he grinds back into me. "You left me all by myself," harsh pass against me, "in a car in busy traffic to imagine you all splayed out for me." A particularly rough grind. "And then you started without me." His hips circle teasingly.

"Stop teasing me! Just put it in already!" He chuckles sinfully at my plea.

"You started it," he replies before suddenly pushing in instead of against, another swift and punishing stroke that fills me to the brim and he quickly starts his fast pace again, more cuss words falling from my lips.

"Shit, Diana," Bruce groans as I tighten around him, desperate for release. He leans back but grabs my legs and holds me up, his hips pistoning in and out of me.

"Ah, shit! It's so fucking good," I cry out as I suddenly fall apart, tears springing in my eyes with the relief it brings as Bruce cries out and falls over on top of me, his hips spasming as he releases as well, trying to continue thrusting but ultimately slowing and stopping.

"That-that was amazing," I sigh out; not bothering to move the hair that somehow fell in my face. Bruce nods into my neck.

"You deserved it."

"What, being punished?" I shiver at the word.

"Absolutely. Naughty girl," he reprimands without any conviction.

"Hmm, well, I may have to be naughty more often."

"Mmm, I'm down," he breathes as I roll him over and slide back on top, prepared to continue.

"Maybe it's your turn to be punished." I tell him seductively.

"And why is that, Princess?" his hands rest on my hips as he stares up at me, small grin on his face.

"Because you made us leave in the first place," I purr before attacking him with kisses and continuing the night's festivities.

A/N: I know, short chapter but like I said, was struggling with this one. I've found it's not very difficult to get into the groove for this story. Doesn't mean I'm giving up, though!

There's actually something I've wanted to run past you guys. I recently watched Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle and Jumanji: The Next Level and absolutely adored them. I'm not a fan of the original but these reboots are amazing, especially the second one. I was thinking that a Jumanji inspired story with Justice League characters would be a lot of fun and super cool to do. However, I don't want to flat out copy Jumanji and I'm kind of stuck on how I want to do certain things and characters. First, though, I need to know if anyone would be interested in this kind of story. I know I'm insane for suggesting another story, especially with 2 active ones (not counting Birds of a Feather 'cuz I just add whatever whenever with that one) but I just think it'd be really cool. So, let me know if anyone is interested and I'll start some more hardcore brainstorming for it.

Thx!

AMM