Main POV

Renji and Rukia had gone to rest for a few hours, probably going to miss each other's company while Rukia was with us in the seireitei. They were laying on the couch together in Urahara's living room while Ichigo and I found ourselves sitting next to each other, in the back room. Him doing his homework while I tried to make heads or tails of all this paperwork.

"Ugh," I groaned. "I need a break."

"Tell me about it," Ichigo replied. "I swear I only do well in Math with you hanging over my shoulder. Don't fancy sitting in on my exam do you?"

"Sorry, cheater, you'll have to pass on what I've taught you," I teased and put own the papers I was holding.

"Damn," he joked. "Definitely need a distraction then."

"I have a few ideas," I told him. This new threat was creating the perfect opportunity to get busy without getting interrupted. I swung my leg over Ichigo, climbing into his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. I wanted him.

"I'm open to hearing a few ideas," he replied, smirking at me.

"Why hear about them?" I asked. "When I can show you?"

I pressed my lips to his and rolled my hips into his, gyrating on his crotch, not doing anything slowly. He ground up into me and I breathed sharply between kisses. His hands were on my waist, gripping my hips tightly. We kissed each other feverishly, fighting each other for power of kisses and motions. He moved his hands down over my ass, giving it a rough squeeze, massaging the flesh. I moaned into the kisses rubbing myself harder, loving the friction of his jeans on mine.

He grabbed hold of my thighs and pushed himself up off the floor, lifting me with him as he spun us and pushed me against the wall. His mouth went to my neck and I whimpered as he thrust into me. My head was back against the wall and his hands were sliding up under my shirt. He unclasped my bra with expert skill and had it sliding out from under my shirt and on the floor in no time. He pushed it up my body to move his head to my breasts and I tugged the fabric off completely. He rutted into me and I cried out, gripping his hair.

"How far do you want to take this?" He asked, coming up from my breasts.

I thought about it, I was kind of worried about the impending battle with those smelly old guys, but at the same time, Ichigo was doing a fantastic job of keeping my mind on other things. It wandered down to the stiff package burried between my thighs, rubbing against me as he waited for my answer, making my lips part. A small whine left my open mouth. I thought of all the things we could be doing. I thought of him ripping off my jeans and fucking me here, against this wall. I thought about the other night, when he had had his head between my legs and I was writhing on the bed. And then I thought about what his cock would feel like, if I had it in my mouth. I knew it's size, could I take it? I wanted it.

"Ichigo," I whined as he thrust into me again. I dropped my legs from around his waist, leaning slightly back from him against the wall. I reached for his jeans, undoing he button and pulling the fly straight down. "I want your cock."

"Alright," he agreed, going for my jeans as well.

"Wait," I pushed his hands away.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked.

"I wanna taste it," I told him. "Please Ichigo, I want you cock in my mouth. Let me get you off."

"Uo," he groaned, hips involuntarily jutting forward into mine.

"Please," I asked, reaching forward to palm his cock. He nodded. I slid my hand under the fabric of his boxers, gently rubbing him as I stared at him.

"Alright," he finally agreed in words

I freed him from his cloth confines and slid down the wall to my knees in front of him. He looked at me lustfully and I put my head forward, pressing my lips to the tip. I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and ran it round the tip, making him shudder. I slid it down the underside of dick and brought it back up the side, pressing my lips to the tip again and pushing his appendage into my mouth. He groaned as I did, feeling the heat of my mouth wrapped around him. I pulled my head back and bobbed it forward again. I sucked in my cheeks as I rocked my head back and forth and I heard him groan again. I felt his hands in my hair, gripping the strands tightly as he tried not to thrust into my mouth.

"Uo," he growled.

I knew what I was doing to him. I knew what I was doing. I bobbed faster, sucking harder as I did. Then his hips did snap forward as he felt the sensation of his balls hitting my chin. I'd been bracing my hands on his thighs but I moved one of them up and around to grab his balls, using my thumb and fingers to massage the sack. I looked up at him. He was staring down at me with half lidded eyes, wearing a look that was half possessive, half adoring as he gripped my hair tighter and thrust forward. He was rocking his hips in time with my bobbing and each time I could feel him hitting the back of my throat.

"Uo," he growled out again.

I moaned. What he was doing to me. He groaned as I did so, my moaning sending vibrations through him. He was close, I could hear him panting. I rubbed my tongue on the underside of his appendage as I sucked and bobbed and he lost it, letting out a deep guttural moan as he snapped and sprayed his load into the back of my mouth, spirals of cum shooting straight down my throat. I worked him through and then pulled back with an audible pop and breathed heavily. My pussy was throbbing now, excited for what was to come. Ichigo looked down on me with a look, a look that said I would never get away with doing what I had without appropriate reciprocation.

"Uo," he rapsed as he looked down at me, releasing the hold he had on my head.

"Ichigo," I whined. He reached down for my hands and tugged me up off my knees.

"Uo," he breathed, holding me to him as he kissed my roughly.

"Fuck me," I begged. His hands were at my jeans in seconds, ripping the fly open and shoving them down my legs. I was pressed up against the wall again and his spent member, re hardening as we kissed, pressing against my clothed folds. He brought a hand down between us, fingers sliding over my slit through the panties. He moaned.

"Uo," he breath heavily, running his fingers up and down. "You don't know what you do to me, Uo. Fuck you're so wet already. I'd just take you right here against this wall if you hadn't already gotten me off."

"Ichigo," I whined. He started circling my clit through the lace and I threw my head back against the wall. He held my legs apart with his, his knees pressing into my thighs, pinning them back against the wall. I wanted to close them, rub them together to get some much needed friction. I gasped out, silently begging for him to give me more.

"Damn you," he groaned out. "Just look at you, you're so beautiful."

"Ichigo," I cried out. "Please."

"Please what?" He smirked. I writhed against the wall.

"Give me more," I replied. "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

"I'm gonna fuck you," he assured me. "Don't you worry. Just give me a minute."

'Stupid refractory period,' I grumbled to myself.

He kept working my clit as I fought against his hold, rolling my back against the wall, almost crying out to him as the friction of my panties sent me wild. I was desperate for more. That growling from him earlier, the feeling of his cock in my mouth. The fact he'd yanked me back up to kiss me right after. I needed this man. I needed him now.

"Ichigo," I cried out.

"I know," he told me, leaning forward to kiss the side of my neck softly.

I rocked my hips against his fingers. I wanted to demand he release my thighs. Demand he take me then and there, semi flaccid or not. The throbbing, the sensation on my clit, it was almost criminal. It was too much. A hot white heat flew over me as I snapped my hips forward suddenly and I cried out. I threw my torso forward off the wall and wrapped my arms around him, holding his chest to mine. He tugged his t-shirt up over his head and pressed his hot chest to mine, breasts smushing up against his hard muscles.

"Ichigo," I breathed out.

He reached behind him and pulled a condom out of his pocket. I yanked it out of his hands and ripped the foil packaging open. He held my hand in his as I rolled it over his hardening member and looked at him anxiously. He ripped my panties off, literally, throwing the tattered fabric to the floor and snapping his hips up into mine. I wrapped my legs back around his waist and pressed my chest hard to his. He had a hand under my ass and the other cradling the back of my head, fingers knotted in my hair.

He pressed me hard against the wall and thrust up hard into me. I slammed my lips onto his and kissed him roughly. He rocked me up and down on him as he plunged in and out of me, hitting me in the spot I liked like he'd been fucking me for years. I could feel his balls hitting me as our skin slapped against each other and I bucked my hips forward into him. He took his lips away from mine and went back to my neck and I rolled my head back with the feeling, granting him better access as I did. I gripped his shoulders, hard, holding them as if they were the only thing keeping me here. Holding onto him as if I didn't I'd fly away.

"Uo," he groaned, keeping up his vigorous pace. "God Uo, you've got me going. What you did, you knew how it would make me feel. Seeing you down on your knees. 'Please Ichigo, I want your cock in my mouth.' I can't believe you. Fuck."

"Ichigo," I mewled. "God Ichigo I, I really did want your cock. I wanted to taste you, feel you in my mouth. Feel you thrusting in, balls slapping me in the chin."

"Fuck," he replied, slamming harder, if it was possible. "And hearing you beg me to fuck you. Feeling you so wet, god was that just for me?"

"All for you," I insisted. "From hearing you growl like that. That grip in my hair. Feeling you cumming in my throat."

"Uo," he growled. "God you're so sexy. What did I do to deserve you? You're so sexy."

"Ichigo," I cried out.

"Hold out for me," he told me.

"Please," I begged. I was so close.

"Let's try for three, then," he replied, bringing a hand between us and circling my clit. I came hard then, thrashing against him. He held me tight, fucking me through my orgasm. God, this was everything I'd wanted all those times we'd gotten interrupted. Every time we'd gotten hot n heavy. Every time he touched me beneath my clothes. Fuck. Fucking him here, that was so much better than worrying about him being away. Fuck. I needed him not to stop, ever.

"Ichigo," I whined as he continued to slam hard into me. He was literally pounding me and I wasn't sure I'd be able to walk after this.

"Uo," he replied, kissing across my jaw. He hoisted me up higher, fucking me roughly as he brought his head down to my breasts again, giving them the savage treatment they deserved. I cried out, squeezing my thighs around his waist. This would never be enough. I could never get enough of him.

"Are you close?" I asked, throwing my head back against the wall again. He nipped at by breasts with his teeth. I cried out. I moaned or him, overwhelmed by everything, the feeling of his mouth on my nipples, his thick cock sliding in and out of my soaking pussy.

"Ichigo," I cried out.

I tugged on his hair. He kept up his assault and shook in his hold. Please god, be close. I couldn't hold on much longer, I was so sensitive. The coil in me snapped again and I thrashed beneath him. He pulled me away from the wall, laying me down on the floor of the backroom and slamming hard into me. I arched up on the floor I was being pressed into, chest sticking to his like glue. I smashed my mouth to his and tugged on his plump bottom lip. God, would he ever cum?

"Uo," he groaned. "Talk to me. What am I doing to you?"

"Ichigo," I cried out at that. "Fuck. You're destroying me. You're fucking me so good. I can't stop cumming. God, I'm so wet. Fuck, Ichigo. I need you."

"You know why I want you so bad?" He asked and I shook my head.

"Because, fuck, you're beautiful Uo. So god damn gorgeous. Oh fuck. And that brain of yours." He groaned though his self confidence speech. It helped though, knowing I looked like I did now and I could still get him to this state. That he was fascinated by the expressions on my face, even with the large scar. I cried out. Not again. I was so close.

"Ichigo," I cried. I would have to take matters into my own hand. I reached around us and grabbed hold of Ichigo's balls, massaging him as he thrust into me. He groaned out hard, rutting into me harder, faster. I shook beneath him, thrashing wildly. He let out a final, guttural groan and released into the condom.

"Fuck, Uo," he panted as he rested his head against mine.

"Finally," I gasped. "You just wouldn't stop. You were relentless. Four times Ichigo. Four."

"Are you complaining?" He asked me and I shook my head.

"No," I told him. "I've wanted you like this for so long. Didn't know I'd have to get you on the floor of Urahara's shop though."

"Fuck," he said seriously. "The others, they probably heard."

"I'm more concerned Urahara has security cameras," I replied and he swore again.

Renji POV

"Well," I said once it sounded like it was all done. "That's one way to convince her she's still beautiful."

Rukia slapped me as we lay there on the couch. Glad I'd started staying with Rukia when those two had started having sex. God they were loud. I pitied Ikkaku and Yumichika, listening to that all night long. And fuck, how long had that gone on for?

"You leave them alone Renji," she told me. "They've been through a lot."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Sounds like it."

She smacked me again.