It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon in West City.
Bulla didn't have to go into the lab, she'd slept in, her father and brother were getting in some training on Beerus' world and her mother tagged along to catch up with Whis and bring him some new pastries to try. They didn't question Bulla when she'd said she already had plans to go shopping with a friend.
It wasn't technically a lie.
Son Goten was a friend, of sorts, and they had gone shopping, grocery shopping that is. Under cover of disguise, so as not to tip off the rabid paparazzi that obsessively followed the Heiress' every move. She suppressed a giggle at the memory of the two of them perusing the aisles at the local supermarket. Her wearing an obscenely enormous sun hat and sunglasses that made her look like a bug. Goten wearing that stupid fedora and a pair of black aviators, saying if they had to go undercover, they might as well have fun with it.
They'd started secretly seeing each other after he started working in her lab six months ago.
Maybe 'seeing' wasn't the word to describe it. They'd spent the last six months having the most intimate, most mind blowing sex of her life, ever since that night in her lab when she finally made her move and he ended up being very, veryinto it. So into it, that it turned into a regular thing. It was like after that first time, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.
They'd had sex in her lab, her office, the supply closet, both of their cars, and then there was the incident in the break room where they were nearly caught and they subsequently somehow convinced Trunks that Bulla had only been kneeling on the ground like that when he'd walked in because Goten had 'needed help tying his shoe'.
After that, Bulla decided it was best to stop having sex at work.
There are definitely a few logistical problems that crop up when you're a famous co-chief executive of a multi-billion zeni corporation engaging in a secret relationship with your brother's best friend. It makes being in public almost impossible. Bulla could only imagine the press nightmare that would ensue if they were to be caught checking into a hotel.
So that left Goten's apartment. Which was fine, usually.
Today, unfortunately, it was a balmy one hundred degrees outside and the air conditioning in the dark-haired halflings apartment was on the fritz.
"Ugh, I am burning up. When is your landlord going to fix your air conditioner?"
"They said they'd fix it as soon as possible." He shrugged as he tucked the last of the dry goods away in the pantry before making his way to the freezer, pulling out a frozen treat for himself.
"Yeah, like a week ago. The maintenance here sucks." She fanned herself with a coupon book she snagged from the stack of mail on his kitchen table. "You should really think about getting a new apartment. Since this is the only place we can fool around without worrying about someone walking in on us."
"You're the one who said no more fooling around at work, Princess." He grinned, taking a bite out of his cherry flavored popsicle and leaning against his kitchen counter.
"Well, it would be a really awkward and not to mention -horrifying- way for my family to find out about us if we got caught. My Dad would probably level the whole compound."
"You didn't seem all that concerned the night you strapped me to a table and climbed on top of me six months ago." He said, and her cheeks burned at the memory. "You know we could just tell them, and then we could fool around wherever we want to."
"I'll think about it." She sighed, wiping at her sweat-dampened brow. "Regardless, you should probably get a new place."
"What did you have in mind?" He grinned before licking the sweet sticky residue from his popsicle stick and tossing it in the trash.
"I don't know, somewhere closer to Capsule Corp… somewhere with a big tub." She sighed, Goten's little apartment only had a small shower, and it served its purpose well enough, but there were few things Bulla loved more than taking a nice luxurious soak in a bubble bath, even more-so if she had a big brawny half-saiyan for company.
Her phone chimed on the kitchen table with an alert and she set down her coupon book to check it.
"Hmm, maybe a place with his and hers sinks? And a big walk-in closet. Better yet, two walk-in closets, one of themjust for shoes." His big brawny arms came to rest around her waist, his hard body pressing tight against hers, enveloping her in his scent as he pressed his face into her hair and inhaled.
"Hmm, all that just for you? It seems like a bit much." She giggled as he swept her teal tresses away from her pale neck, sending a little ream of shivers down her spine.
"Maybe it won't be just for me." He chuckled. It seemed even the miserably muggy state of his apartment wouldn't deter her fellow halfling because she could feel his prominent erection pressing into her as his lips played along her neck. She couldn't help but shiver at the sensation of him licking and sucking all the way up to the spot below her ear where he knew just how sensitive she was and an entirely different sort of heat filled the room.
His hands ran over the curve of her hip, toying along the waist of her shorts before moving to the smooth skin of her belly and dragging the soft, slightly sweat-dampened material of her top up, up, up until finally her bare breasts were exposed to the humid air. Her breath caught and she all but melted back against him as his big hands cupped the soft swells, tugging and teasing at her nipples until they tightened against his calloused fingers and that familiar syrupy warmth pooled into her lower belly.
He groaned against her neck, rocking his cock against the split of her ass through their layers of clothing and she ground back against him like the shameless vixen that she was, revelling in the feeling of his body tensing around hers and his sharp intake of breath.
"Really, you want to have sex when it's practically a sauna in here?"
"I can think of a way to cool you off." He all but purred and then he sunk his teeth into the meat of her neck and she let out a cry, her phone fell onto the tabletop with a clatter as she gripped the edge of the table to anchor herself in place as he soothed her reddened skin with his tongue. Bulla blindly reached out to tangle a hand in his messy black spikes, forcing his face to meet hers, pressing her lips to his in a hungry, desperate kiss.
With a snarl he spun her around, and his big powerful hands curled around her knees and the next thing she knew he threw her over his shoulder in a firemen's carry. She let out a delighted little squeal as he marched them right into his bedroom.
As soon as her head hit the pillow, he was on top of her, claiming her mouth in a series of passionate, demanding kisses, grinding his erection into the cradle of her thighs. He broke away from her mouth just long enough to tug her top over her head, tossing the irritating garment to the floor, his own following shortly after.
His lips worked their way down the valley between her breasts, leaving a scorching trail of sensation in their wake. A wild hungry look blazed in his dark eyes as he unbuttoned her shorts and eased them down her legs. Once she was in nothing more than a pair of dainty pink panties, he stood from the bed, moving over to his dresser.
"Where are you going? The party is over here." She pouted, noting the tight lines of his back and shoulders as he dug through his top drawer.
She was further confused when he produced two long dark strips of fabric… Belts for his training gis?
"And what are you going to do with those?" She asked, amused.
"Do you trust me?" He gave her a wicked smile, prowling back to take his place beside her on the bed.
She nodded, curious.
He took one strip, and brought it to her eyes. Oh, this is new, she thought as he carefully secured it at the back of her head, careful of her hair. When it was in place, he gently guided her arms above her head to rest on the pillow. Her heart raced with anticipation as she felt him wind the second strip around her wrists, binding them to the bars of his bed frame.
"Son Goten… who knew you were so… kinky?" She wriggled her hips playfully and even without her sight, Bulla knew he wore that cheeky smirk that was for her and her alone.
"Only with you." He chuckled softly. "This okay?"
"Yes, sir." She sighed in a teasingly breathy voice.
He snorted at her words. "I wanna try something, but if you don't like it or you want to stop, just tell me and I'll stop."
She knew that he didn't even have to say it, but it was sweet that he did. A wide smile stretched across her lips. "Do. Your. Worst."
His big warm body pressed into hers once more and she felt the soft caress of his lips on hers before he pulled away. "Good girl."
A tremor of warmth simmered in her belly at those words.
The mattress shifted as he rose to his feet and Bulla listened to the sounds of his footsteps fading back down the hall. She listened to him shuffling about, wanting nothing more than to peek and see just what he was up to, but that would spoil the fun.
He wasn't gone for long though, and she felt the mattress dip under his weight once more along with something else that made a slight 'clack' noise as it settled against the sheets. She sniffed the air curiously, but all she could detect was the heady scent of arousal that permeated the air.
And then a large warm hand glided up her belly, and her breath hitched. Without her vision, she was hyperaware of every fleeting brief touch. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking.
Goten stroked her body in soft, lazy caresses, as if he had all the time in the world to touch her. From the curve of her neck to the seam of her pussy through her flimsy panties to her rosy, peaked nipples.
Goten's hands drifted away from her body and the next thing she knew, something hard and bitterly cold skated over the pulse point in her neck, sliding across the top of her shoulder and her body jerked in surprise. "Fuck!"
Holy fucking SHIT! That was cold!
Ice! That was what he'd fetched from the kitchen. A bucket of ice to torture her with!
Bulla didn't know what she expected, but she definitely wasn't expecting that.
He chuckled. "Still game?"
"I'm f-fine -Oh!" She let out an undignified squeak when the ice made contact with her already sensitized nipples.
Goten traced the ice cube back and forth over the sweet little bud. Bulla let out a soft little bleat when he grazed her other nipple and an unexpected tremor of shivering pleasure zig-zagged through her, settling in the apex of her thighs as he began a gently circling motion that had her gasping.
The ice melted against her skin, leaving lines of trickling wetness in its wake and she thought perhaps she'd get a momentary reprieve, but Goten merely replaced it with a fresh piece.
Bulla writhed under the insistent scrape of the ice on her tender flesh. Her nipples were so hard now, it bordered on pain.
Fuck, had she been complaining about the heat? In this moment, the thought seemed absurd. She was now acutely aware of the chill from the fan overhead grazing her cold breasts and the little dots of gooseflesh that had sprung up all over her body, so at odds with the molten heat presently simmering between her thighs.
With nearly painful slowness he brought a fresh piece to the delicate skin of her collarbone, dragging it up the column of her throat and a fresh ream of shivering pleasure raced down her spine. He took his time, tracing an icy line between her breasts, to leisurely swirl it around her belly-button and the blunette sucked in a breath, shuddering at the odd sensation, her pussy quivering and clenching in time with her heartbeat, her fingers scrambling to clutch at the metal bars of his bed-frame.
"Goten!" Bulla gasped as he continued painting wet, icy lines across her creamy skin, over the globes of her breasts and then along the slope of her neck, the delicate lines of her ribs evident with her heaving breaths.
"Had enough, Princess?" Goten asked, amusement in his tone. He kept up the slow, sensual pace, and Bulla felt a tinge of irritation at the smug look of male satisfaction she imagined on his face as he watched her desperately shuddering and gasping beneath him.
It took every bit of her willpower not to say 'fuck this' and tackle the dark-haired man currently tormenting her, ride him like a pony until she was sated and soak up the wealth of body heat she knew he could provide.
All she had to do was say the word and the game would end.
But her competitive Saiyan side was not about to give in to that urge. Not at all. She could take whatever he threw at her, and more than that, she wanted to see where he was going with this. She wanted to see just how far he'd take it.
"Not. Even. Close." She bit out through gritted teeth, her chest heaved with every strangled word.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." She hissed.
He chuckled and Bulla felt two fresh cubes scraping against her poor, aching nipples and the blunette couldn't stop the strangled sob that escaped her lips. Her back arched and her toes curled and uncurled restlessly in response to his merciless attentions. Then she felt the soft brush of his hair against her clavicle and the next thing she knew, he'd latched onto her frozen nipple enveloping it in the heat of his mouth and Bulla all but screamed at the sudden change in stimulation.
Heat. Sweet, blessed heat. Kami, after all that icy torture he'd inflicted upon her, his mouth felt scorchingly, deliciously hot. Bulla's back practically bowed in her effort to feel more of that glorious warmth that he was radiating as he sucked and laved at her aching breast.
At first, she'd been a little skeptical about this, but it was all leading to this. Bulla had never been so turned on by someone simply touching her breasts. He hadn't even touched her pussy yet, but between the sinful inferno of his mouth and the biting kiss of the ice on her flesh had her practically on the edge of orgasm.
She writhed, trying to feed her still freezing breast into his mouth. He rewarded her with a sharp nip at the angry tip, eliciting a squeak.
"Feeling impatient?" She could feel his lips curve into a smirk against her skin before he obliged her, giving the angry, hardened peak a gloriously hot suck and all coherent thought left Bulla's mind, she was so unbelievably turned on there was no way the sheets beneath her weren't damp with the evidence of her arousal.
Bulla felt the brush of his denim covered cock against her thigh and couldn't help squirm against it as he feasted on her. He groaned, placing a hand on her hip to grip her in place as he lavished her with his mouth.
When Goten finally ceased his merciless attack on her chest and pulled away, Bulla whined at the loss of contact, just as she was about to voice her displeasure she felt him nuzzling gently at her sternum, before planting kiss after kiss across her belly that filled her with giddy anticipation as he made his way down, down, down.
She felt his weight shift on the bed and then his fingers curled into the straps of her shamefully wet panties and he drug them down her legs with maddening slowness. She let out a gasping breath as his big powerful hands gripped each of her thighs, and her heart raced as he spread her legs wide, baring her hot, slick sex.
And then he traced a finger over her folds, and her body clenched, her hips rolling into the sensation, seeking to increase the friction.
The pad of his fingers caressed her pussy seemingly everywhere but where she so desperately needed it, as her body clenched around nothing. Was he trying to drive her crazy? Did he want her to beg? She was dangerously close to doing so. She felt so terribly, horribly empty after all of his teasing and wanted nothing more to be filled by his big, perfect cock.
"You're such a good girl," He murmured, ghosting a finger over her swollen clit and she whimpered. "You've been so patient for me. Can you be patient for me a little longer?"
Fuck, she wanted to say no; she wanted to demand that he stop teasing her and make her come already, but fuck she loved it when he praised her like that, and he knew it. Loved it when he called her 'good girl' in that sensuous and perhaps slightly cocky way that was utterly Son Goten.
"Yes," she breathed and was rewarded with the soft brush of his lips against hers.
She heard a 'clack', and then warm fingers encircled her ankle as Goten lifted her leg, propping it over his shoulder. A fresh wave of goosebumps erupted across her body as he began gliding yet another chunk of ice slowly across her skin, starting at her ankle and working his way down. But this time he followed the wet trail left behind with hot open-mouthed kisses and licks and the bars Bulla was clutching groaned lightly under her grip but she was rapidly reaching her limit. He repeated the process on her opposite leg, beginning at her ankle and stopping just shy of her sex.
Her body sang with excitement when she felt his warm breath against her pussy. She couldn't help herself. She arched her back, bucking her hips toward him, urging him to finally give her what she needed. What she craved.
Then without warning she felt the press of a fresh, freezing cube of ice right against the bundle of nerves between her thighs and she let out a guttural scream. Her back bowed up off the mattress at the startling sensation of something so cold against the hottest part of her body.
Over and over, he ran it over her most sensitive spot, wrapping an arm around her thigh to keep her spread apart for him. Replacing it once it had melted away, continuing his torturous game. She was just about to give in and beg him to end her suffering when the icy sensation was replaced with the blessed heat of his mouth as his lips wrapped around her clit and he sucked voraciously at the poor abused nub and every muscle in her body seized up in a violent, consuming release.
He leisurely ran his tongue over her little pleasure button, causing her toes to curl and uncurl as she panted in the aftermath of her release, the blindfold wet with her perspiration and stick to her skin. She let out a hum when he swept his tongue over her folds one final time before she felt his fingers tugging the blindfold from her eyes.
And boy, what a mouthwatering sight greeted her. Goten's throat flashed as he swallowed, a light sheen of sweat decorating the plains of his tanned skin. His eyes burned into hers and his nostrils flared as he hastily worked to free her from the fabric tethering her to his bed, and a fresh wave of heat rolled through her at the sight.
Bulla scrambled to her knees, her teeth clacking against his when she crushed her mouth to his in a series of heated, frenzied kisses. She raked her hands over her his hard, sweaty abs, fingers shaky as they tore at his belt. She unzipped him, shoving her hand beneath the waistband of his underwear, boldly seizing his cock and giving it a desperate squeeze.
He hissed into their kiss, dragging his hands through her silky teal hair, before sinking his teeth into her lower lip and something in her snapped.
She shoved his pants down his thighs and pounced on him, her legs wrapping tightly around his hips, one hand clutching at his shoulder to anchor herself, the other curling around his cock. Dark onyx orbs burned into blue, and Goten's fingers dug into her hips as she eased him into her soaking entrance. She sighed in bliss at the tight, stretched feeling of finally having him deep inside her body.
Bulla trailed her hand back up over his shoulder to rest at his neck, holding on tight. Her gaze remaining trained on his as he slowly began lifting and lowering her onto his throbbing length. She revelled in the enraptured look on his face every time he bottomed out inside of her, the flush of his cheeks, his strangled, gasping breaths, the way his teeth worried at his bottom lip.
It was the most arousing sight she'd ever laid eyes on.
It wasn't long before the room was filled with renewed moans of pleasure and the wet, sloppy sound of him pounding into her again and again. Bulla savored every minute of his body, impaling her so deeply.
She never felt so free, so alive or sexy as she did when they were together like this. When he was buried inside of her, gazing at her with that dozy, lust-filled expression on his face. It was addicting.
Bulla's hands slipped over his perspiring skin as she tried to keep her grip, her legs clenching around him as she felt that tight fluttering sensation in her core building up again as he thrust wildly up into her. Her clit dragged over the skin of his pelvis with every stroke. Her cheeks blazed with heat and her breath quickened. She felt that delicious warmth building steadily, growing tighter and tighter until it burst like a supernova and the blunette cried out, her nails digging into his skin.
He growled as her body spasmed around him. The next thing she knew, Bulla was flat on her back with the dark-haired halfing pounding in and out of her with bone jarring thrusts and then she was coming again.
"Oh! -fuck!" she sobbed.
An orgasm so intense it was nearly painful rocked through her entire being, every muscle and tendon in her body quivering under the chaos that he'd wrought upon her. She sunk her teeth into his shoulder to muffle her screams. That seemed to be the tipping point for Goten because he let out a strangled groan and his body tensed against hers, filling her to the brim with his release.
After that, they were both totally breathless and spent.
Bulla lay beneath him, simply enjoying the comforting weight of his body on top of hers. She didn't even care that it was miserably hot. Because there was nothing better than the feeling of his skin against hers. She sighed, feeling deliciously boneless, laying soft, feathering kisses at his brow as he recovered from their vigorous love-making.
Love-making…
When had she started thinking about what they did together as love-making? She didn't know, and in that moment, she supposed she didn't care.
When he'd finally caught his breath, he brought his face into line with hers, gently dragging his nose over her cheek. "How was that?"
"Well… it's certainly one way to beat the heat."
