Unapologize
By: PricklySare
Chapter Five – Ranger's POV
"What about you, Batman?" Steph asked me. My cock twitched so hard that I thought it was going to burst the seams on my cargoes. She looked like living breathing sin in the dress Ella purchased for her. Her legs appeared to go on for miles and the FMPs that adorned her feet did amazing things to her ass. I was a goner, no doubt about it. I stood even less of a chance than the FTA.
I pushed myself away from the breakfast bar and stalked toward her. My body was no longer listening to my brain, and I was helpless to stop myself from touching her, breathing her in. Her breath caught in her throat as I invaded her space; the smell of her tickled my senses and I knew my eyes dilated. I needed to touch her, taste her, fill her up and feel her wrapped around me. My lips were a breath away from her when I said, "I want nothing more than to bury myself so far inside you that you taste me on your tongue. I want to fill you up and claim you as mine, chain you to me for all eternity; and never let you forget that my cock is the only cock to give you what you want." While I was talking my voice got deeper, husky with my need.
Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled my mouth towards her own. "Then do it," she said. "Ruin me for all men, like you promised. Make me forget that any other guy has ever touched me. Fill me, mark me, make me yours," she whispered before she slammed our mouths together. The kiss was bruising, painful, erotic, and full of promise and need. The demand was obvious, and when I felt her teeth on my lip I wrapped her tightly in my arms banding her to my body from shoulders to knees. A moan tore from my body when her tongue touched mine, caressing it.
I slid my hands up and down her bare thighs, inching closer and closer to the promise land. She shifted her stance, spreading her legs in invitation. I wasn't strong enough to deny her, even if I had wanted to. I slipped my hand between her naked thighs and ran it along her already dripping slit. "Dios, Babe." I couldn't believe her response to me. My cock seemed to swell even bigger with the knowledge of her obvious arousal. "I need to be in you. I need to feel you, now."
She didn't speak; instead I felt her hand travel down my chest, across my straining cock and back up again. My utility belt dropped to the floor, and she undid my cargoes with one hand while she fisted the other in my hair. It seemed like the hardest thing I'd ever had to do was swallow past the need to scream that blocked my throat. When my cock sprang free, she slid her body down mine dragging her nails lightly against my black tee-shirt, my hips, my thighs as she sank to her knees in front of me. I tried to stop her, tried to pull her back up, but she swatted my hands away. "No, I want this," she moaned, right before she wrapped her lips around my throbbing head.
"Fuck!" I swore locking my knees, trying to keep from sliding to the floor. Her mouth could be used as a weapon, a very pleasurable weapon. The feel of it running up and down my shaft, her tongue laving against my vein, my slit, made me want to tell her anything she wanted to know—just as long as she didn't stop what she was doing. A ball of need was curling around inside my stomach, my balls were beginning to tighten and I knew it wasn't going to take much more. "Babe, I'm so close and I don't want to cum this way. I have to cum inside you...Please, Babe," I begged.
My cock slid out of her mouth with a pop and she stood up gracefully on her impossibly tall heels. Grabbing my hand she led me toward the breakfast bar, a wicked look on her face. "You have to cum inside me?" She asked, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do to feel my hot, tight, wetness wrapped around your hard naked cock, since I'm guessing you're not planning on hunting down a condom first." She was right; I had no intention of covering my cock with a condom. I needed to feel her bare against me. I'd worry about the consequences later. Maybe it was time to re-evaluate my stance on relationships.
Picking her up by her hips I lifted her onto the counter and shoved the scrap of material covering her mound to the side, I sheathed myself inside her in one violent thrust. "Oh, God!" She screamed, digging her nails into my shoulders. "Harder! Please, God, please. I need it harder. I want to feel you so far inside me. Please. Please. Please. Please." Her words were running together in a breathy whisper, begging me.
I slammed back into her, "You want it harder, Babe?" She moaned in response, and I slammed into her hot sheath again. My hands anchored her to the counter, and I knew there would be bruises where my hands held her. "If you want it, you're going to have to tell me. What do you want, Babe? What do you need?"
"Yooooooou!" She gasped, "I need you...to...make...me...cum...Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, Please!"
"Open your eyes for me, Babe." Her eyes remained stubbornly shut and I slowed my pace down. I was coming close to the edge of my control and I needed a moment to regain some of it before I exploded. "If you don't open your eyes, you won't be cumming, Babe," I told her.
I watched as her eyes fluttered open and she whimpered, "Please, Carlos. Please, let me cum."
My heart stopped beating when my name tumbled off her lips. The emotion that ran through me was so intense I thought it would bring me down to my knees. My cock twitched inside her and she moaned. I lost it then, my control snapping I began pistoning my cock in and out of her, ripping moans from her lips. "That's right, Babe. You like that, don't you?"
"Yes, God, Yes!" Her hands had slid inside my shirt and raked down my back, her nails scoring my skin as I felt her walls tightening around me. "Fuck, Carlos!"
Her walls tightened around me as she screamed my name and I tumbled over the edge with her. My hot cum squirting against her moist walls, coating her, marking her, making her mine. I bellowed her name to the ceiling, in an impossibly strong orgasm that caused my mouth to go dry and my legs to buckle. "Holy shit, Babe." A nod against my shoulder was her only response.
She ran her hands up and down my back, her head nuzzled into the crick of my neck. Her whisper soft breath was causing goosebumps on my skin and a small shiver ran through my body. Tonight, our relationship changed. There was no going back; it didn't matter if it wasn't how I planned it, she was mine. I had claimed her as my own and I wasn't going to let her go. We would work it out, and in a year when my contract was up I would do everything I could to insure that we would spend the rest of our lives making each other extremely happy. "Babe--" I was cut off by the ringing of my phone. "Fuck." We were late. I noted that Steph's phone was ringing as I answered my own and grudgingly released her from my arms so she could retrieve her cell phone. "Talk," I growled.
"Yo, Rangeman, we still doing this tonight?" Tank's baritone voice rumbled over the phone.
"Yeah," I said.
"Sometime before the night ends?"
"On our way."
"Just make sure you don't stop for another quickie. We're burning night and I'd like to get done before sunrise," Tank said.
"Your morning could start at 0430 on the mats," I offered.
"Promises, promises," Tank laughed before hanging up. What happened to my men being afraid of me? Shit.
Straightening my clothes I walked over to Steph and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against my chest. Her phone was still against her ear and she was grinning, "Yeah, sounds good. We should be done by then." There was a pause while she listened to the caller, my guess it wasn't Lula since I couldn't hear her. "Val's coming too? Are you sure?" I felt more than heard her sigh, "Okay. I've gotta go. Work to do. I'll meet you at Diablo tonight at midnight. Bye."
I raised my eyebrow at her, and said, "Babe, hot date tonight?" Honestly I had thought she'd come back to seven with me once the take down was complete. Apparently I was mistaken. I tried to contain my annoyance. I wasn't used to feeling jealousy and I didn't particularly like it now.
She sighed again and leaned more fully into me. "No, no hot date. Girls night...with my sister of all people coming along." Turning around she wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her head on me, "I'm not looking forward to that part," she shook her head and sighed, "You know..." she said, "if you were interested, maybe you and the guys could come back and hang out with us. Early enough so that maybe we could have a dance or two. Be a shame to waste this dress..." she said, trailing off. I wanted nothing more than to do just that.
"I'm interested," I told her, placing a kiss on her curls. "More than, actually."
She smiled up at me, tipped her head back and licked her lips.
"Playing with fire, Babe, and we don't have time for another round. We're late already. The guys are getting restless." Her eyes widened and she gasped.
"Holy shit, Ranger!" She fled into the bathroom, I'd guess to repair any 'damage' that might have occurred during our impossibly sexy interlude. My cock was getting hard again, just thinking about it.
Five minutes later she returned from the bathroom and smiled, "Okay, I'm ready. Let's not keep the guys waiting."
"Babe, forgetting something?" I asked her.
"Uhh?" Confusion flashed across her face.
"Wire, Babe," I said, holding up the transmitter and mic that would be placed on her so we could monitor her interaction with the FTA.
"Oh, right," she said laughing. "Well, Batman, you going to wire me or should I wait for one of the Merry Men?" She asked.
A growl rumbled across my lips, "Mine," I said; once again stalking toward her. "I don't share, Babe." I slid my hand inside the top of her dress, grazing my hand against her already hard nipple and slid the wire under her heavy breast. When I removed my hand, using the same path as before, I felt her breath shudder out of her in a whimper. "Babe, you are so beautiful when you're aroused." I kissed her lips gently, "and knowing that I'm the one who caused it makes me so hard that I want nothing more than to bury myself inside you and never leave."
"Good to know, Batman. Now let's go get this done," she said with a smile. "I've got plans for tonight."
"Sounds promising," I said as I walked her out the door. Tonight was going to be interesting, and I could only hope that I could stay focused long enough to get the job done, so I could spend the night wrapped inside my Babe's warmth.