Gluttony

It was three in the morning and I stood in the kitchen, staring into the nearly empty fridge as my stomach attempted to eat its self. God, I really needed to go grocery shopping soon. The only thing I had in there was a jar of pickles and some condiments. I closed the door and groaned as I walked back to my bedroom, pausing at the threshold, watching. Soft light from the skyline of Jump City filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, barely illuminating the room. Raven lay wrapped in my gray sheets, naked and asleep, her hand curling over the pillow where I should be laying.

She shifted and the sheet slid down her shoulder, exposing her bare breasts. I licked my lips and smirked. If I wasn't so damn hungry…

She stirred again and pulled the sheet back over her shoulder, mumbling into my pillow. I tried to hide my amusement, but it broke through anyway. Okay, maybe (if no one was listening to my thoughts) she was a little cute. Something inside me turned over and twisted, and I walked away, returning to my desperate hunt for food in the kitchen.

This felt strange. I mean, sleepovers weren't exactly a policy at my house. It was usually one round in the sheets and then grab your shit and get out. I liked to be pleasured and then left alone. I'm a busy guy with a lot on my plate and I don't need someone trying to upset my balance. I didn't want breakfast cooked for me (several girls had tried that tactic), I didn't want my shirts pressed and laid out for me or my apartment picked up (if I wanted a maid, I'd hire one), and I certainly didn't want to see you the next morning. Fuck me, then leave. Number one policy.

But still…

I looked over my counter into the living room, where we had eaten dinner, and the dishes and empty bottle of wine still lay out. I actually cooked, bought wine, and put on some sappy romance movie that immediately turned into a huge joke between us. Raven, apparently, disliked romantic comedies as much as I did. I groaned, running a hand over my face. What in hell was wrong with me? I didn't wine and dine women, they wine and dined me. That was the natural order of things.

But Raven… I couldn't just send her home. Don't ask me why, I didn't know myself, but it was nice to have her soft body pressed against mine, and besides, she kept the bed warm. Call it her demon blood coursing through her, but her temperature seemed to run a few degrees higher than normal. It was like holding a warm, soft blanket when my arms were wrapped around her.

My stomach growled again and I opened the fridge, still looking in there as if something new was going to suddenly appear…

When had I bought those?

I licked my lips again and smiled. My physical hunger suddenly seemed far less important than my carnal one. I reached into the far back of the fridge, hiding behind a half-empty jar of strawberry jam, and found chocolate sauce and whipped cream. I'm not really a sweets kind of guy, but I could make an exception once or twice. Especially if I was going to make a Raven sundae.

I walked back into the bedroom and set my dessert on the nightstand before pulling the sheet off her body. She groaned and opened her eyes, mumbling profanities at me.

"What is your problem?"

I shrugged. "I'm hungry."

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, propping herself up on her elbows, basically displaying her breasts to me. "So? I'm not your personal chef, go make yourself something to eat."

"Oh…" I reached over and grabbed the chocolate sauce. "I am." I opened the jar and dipped a spoon inside before drizzling it over her chest, taking extra care to make sure that I thoroughly coated her nipples. I leaned a bit closer to her and smiled. "I just wanted to make sure that my dessert was made properly before I consumed it."

Her breath hitched in anticipation and I smiled, dipping my head to her skin. I'll admit, it was nice chocolate sauce. You know, the fancy kind that you get at some upscale confectioner's shop with all kinds of gourmet and fancy ingredients, but I would say that Raven only made it sweeter. Ugh, please, don't tell anyone I said that. I sound like a sap.

My tongue slid around her nipple, thoroughly tasting the chocolate sauce as it peaked in my mouth. I could lay here and devour her breasts all night, even her skin smelled like tea and lavender. I slid my tongue over the trail of chocolate to the valley between her breasts, before greedily lapping at her other breast. She panted into my ear, and I barely registered seeing her reaching over and dipping her fingers into the jar. She smiled and drew her fingers down my jugular, before shifting her weight so that she was lying on top of me.

"I've always wanted to go to this shop…" She whispered in my ear, warm breath sliding down my neck. "I heard their chocolate is the best in town." Her tongue drew one, long stroke down my skin. "Mm… It's very good, is that a hint of chili powder?"

I shivered and bit back a curse. I was not anticipating on her turning the tables and having me become dessert. God, if I didn't see the blood on my sheets, I would have had no idea that this woman was a virgin three hours ago. Clearly I should have found me a half-demon sooner.

"I didn't know desserts like to eat too." I pulled her hair back from her shoulder and licked off a few drops of chocolate, dragging my tongue over her clavicle. "If I had known that, I would have gotten some for you too… but this desert is just for me. I'm not all that good at sharing." I pushed her back onto her back and straddled her hips, pouring chocolate over her stomach. She shivered and goose bumps erupted over her skin in response.

I dipped my head to the well of her stomach, lapping up chocolate as my fingers found her center and teased. Oh, god. She was dripping wet, and completely ready for me. But, I didn't want to be inside her just yet. I wanted to make sure that I tasted every part of my dessert.

I licked my lips and bent to taste her, but she grabbed my hair and pulled me back up. I bit back a curse and glared at her. "I would really like to finish eating my dessert."

"So would I." Her hand was holding the whipped cream, and I felt my body clench in shock. She pushed me onto my back again, smiling. "You can have your dessert after I have mine." She spread the whipped cream down my torso and over my cock. Jesus Christ. What in the world was she doing? I thought she was supposed to be the blushing virgin…

Nope.

All sane thoughts went out the window as her mouth closed over my member, greedily lapping up the whipped cream as if it really were the toppings on a sundae. Oh, God. My head fell back onto the pillow and I tried to keep the stars from exploding behind my eyes. What she lacked in finesse, she certainly made up for in vigor. I've had blow jobs before, but they were all sloppy, slobbery, and drunkenly executed. Raven, in spite of her inexperience, knew exactly what she was doing, where to touch me, where to lick me, and even where to bite. It was a testament to my strength of will that I didn't come right away.

My fingers threaded through her hair and she pulled back, licking her lips. I smiled and pulled her body over mine, wallowing in her soft curves as they slid over mine, spreading chocolate sauce and whipped cream between our skin. I curled my fingers under her chin and spread chocolate over her lips before licking it off, and kissing her, something I found myself doing more frequently. I know that we shouldn't kiss, that we were supposed to keep our distance and keep this purely physical… but she tasted so good. Even without the chocolate between us, she tasted like heaven.

She dipped her fingers into the chocolate and dragged them down my chest, following the line with her tongue. "So… how is dessert?"

"So far, I think it's pretty good. But it could be better." I sighed as her fingers trailed down my sides, tracing my ribs. I nibbled on her skin, licking off more chocolate. My fingers bit into her hips and I raised her body over mine, sliding my cock into her tight sheath. Oh god, she felt so amazing. It didn't matter that we had just had sex a few hours ago, I wanted her again. And again. I smiled up at her, fingers running between our bodies. "Ride me, little bird. Long and hard."

Her skin flushed red, but she didn't protest to my request. She moved her hips against mine, rocking back and forth slowly. Her lips trembled, and I felt her fingertips feather over my chest as she buried me to the hilt. She was enjoying this. More than I expected. I mean, I knew she enjoyed our previous romp in the sheets, but she was really enjoying this.

I could have laid there all night and watched the glorious sight, watched her pleasure herself on my cock to the point of no return, but I wanted to be an active participant. After all, this was my dessert. I spread more chocolate over her neck and breasts, and dipped my head to her nipple as she rode me like a horse. Sweat and chocolate mingled together with her scent, and I was surprised for the second time that I hadn't lost my control. My hands ran up and down her back smearing even more chocolate over her back. She moaned and I could feel her body tremble.

"You're close… aren't you?" I bit down on her nipple and tugged. Her head slid back and she moaned, her fingers biting into my shoulders as she continued to ride me. She bit her lip and I felt her muscles tense around me, heat bathing me. Oh god, she felt so good, I was going to lose my own control. I tugged on her hair and licked up her neck. "Come, little bird. Come hard."

She pushed her powers against me and I felt her orgasm rip through her like a windstorm. Pleasure over took my body and I felt myself lose my well-placed control and come inside her. She screamed, her powers up-ending several possessions and throwing my sheets around our bodies. It felt like we were both riding the wave of pleasure forever, until we finally gained control of ourselves and floated back town to earth. She fell on top of me, gasping for breath and shivering as I touched her. We were hot and sticky, and I don't think I could have cared less.

She sat up and moved off of me, color staining her cheeks. There was a long pause and she looked away, ashamed to make any kind of eye-contact with me. I bit back an annoyed sigh. And there was my usual, shrinking violet. In the throes of passion she could lick my cock like a million dollar escort, but as soon as the passion dissipated between us, she turned guilty, like she should have felt shame for indulging in what we did. No, she could give me long speeches on how we're fuck-buddies, but not make eye contact after we actually fucked.

"Didn't realize you were so… kinky." I dipped my fingers into the chocolate I smeared on her back, bringing them to my lips to taste. "Dessert was pretty good through. How was it for you?"

She just blushed and looked away. I moved behind her and ran my tongue along a few streaks of chocolate lingering on her back. She shivered and reached for the edge of the sheet, but I pushed her hand away. "I feel dirty."

I tugged on her ear with my teeth. "I can clean you up if you want."

"I mean it." She pushed me away and stood up, searching for her clothes in the wreckage she created. I could feel her put up a barrier between us, trying to keep our feelings separate. "I should go anyway, it's getting late and the team is going to be suspicious."

"Come on, Rae." I sighed and stood up, taking her hand. Something in me felt weird about letting her go, or even suggesting that she should leave. I liked her here. Not that I wanted her here permanently or anything, but in this exact moment, I liked her here. My fingers tightened through hers and I pulled her closer. "I'm serious. At least take a shower before you go."

She raised an eyebrow, but otherwise her face was blank. "With you?"

"If you're inviting me." I smiled and leaned forward to lick some more chocolate off of her neck. "I'll be more than happy to help get you clean. I can't guarantee that I'll keep you clean though." I pulled on her hand and moved toward the bathroom, taking her with me. I could feel her shyness kick in and she looked around the room for something to cover herself up with. The only thing she was going to cover herself up with was water and me. I turned on the steam shower and pulled her under the water with me, watching as tiny droplets slid over her skin and found amazing places to enjoy.

"Stop looking at me like that." Her whole body flushed and she looked away, trying to back into the farthest corner away from me.

"Come here." I held out my hand for her own and pulled her against me, under the stream of water. Our skin slid together and washed away the remnants of dessert. Pity. "You don't have to look at me like that, you know. Like you should be… ashamed of what we did. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Rae."

"I'm not ashamed." She looked up at me and sighed, confusion swimming in the shadows of her eyes. "I'm just… embarrassed. I mean… I ate you. Like an ice cream cone… I can't figure out what got into me. I shouldn't have acted like that."

I laughed and reached for my washcloth, lathering it up with soap. "That's exactly what you should have acted like. We're not doing anything wrong, we're just exploring each other's bodies, indulging in a few fantasies." I slid the wash cloth over her skin, wiping off any remaining chocolate sauce and whipped cream. "Look, Rae. You even said that this is a purely physical relationship… there's nothing wrong with what we did what we did. We were engaging in physical pleasure, that's it. There's nothing to be ashamed of. We're adults with needs and desires, and you and I understand that."

"I know what I said… it's just, I never expected it to be so physical." She sighed and leaned against the wall, and I had a hard time focusing on her words as I watched water spill down her breasts and torso and disappear in between her legs. Mm… I still hadn't had a chance to taste her… maybe if I was lucky she'd let me indulge in a little more fun before she left.

"It is a physical relationship, what else did you expect?"

"I don't know… not being coated in chocolate sauce and being called 'little bird' as you devoured me." She caught my stare and sighed. Okay, so she had heard that. "I figured you would just fuck me and push me out the door when we were done. You know, like in real life. Not let me sleep over and call me dessert and then bathe me in your super awesome steam shower."

I had no idea what to say to that, and so I played it off as a joke. "Maybe I'm not done with you yet, so maybe I don't want to shove you out the door. So, then… let's make the most use out of my awesome shower." My hands dipped low, sliding inside her body. She reacted instantly, her head tilting back to rest on the tile. She moaned and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her without foreplay. She had no idea how sexy she really was. "Come on, little bird. One more round before you have to go back to your cage. What do you say?"

I didn't wait for her response. It was pointless anyway, I could already tell she would have said yes. I dropped to my knees and slid my tongue along her moist entrance, tasting honey on my tongue with each stroke. I nipped at her flesh and smiled up at her. "You still taste like dessert. I could eat you all night."

"You almost did." Her fingers buried in my hair, bringing my mouth deeper to her center. I pushed my fingers inside her and teased her clit, feeling her body tremble as pleasured her. She was still sensitive from riding the Jason rodeo, and every touch of mine was sending her into small aftershocks. I groaned against her skin, trying to keep my own emotions at bay, but I knew I couldn't take it for much longer. My cock was already heavy, over stimulated by the shower and our conversation. I stood up and picked her up, shoving her back against the tile. She didn't even wince.

"I can't wait any longer." I let her body slide over my cock, biting my lip to keep me from losing it already. "This is going to be fast and hard." I warned her, biting down on her shoulder.

She shivered against me, despite the heat of the shower. "Fuck me."

Oh god, I didn't need to be asked twice. I slid myself in and out her tight body and fucked her without mercy. It was hard and violent, and if she couldn't heal herself, then she would have had bruises in the morning. But god, she fueled me. She moaned and scratched and panted and cursed, and each touch or movement or sound just brought me closer to the edge. And then, when she came, I thought we were both going to break the walls of my shower with the force of our emotions.

Panting, she leaned back against the shower wall, trying swallow as much air as she could. I laughed and rested my head against her shoulder, refusing to let go of her just yet. "Sorry, Rae… I didn't think I would be so harsh on you. Are you okay?"

She unwound herself from me and nodded, suddenly quiet when she had been screaming only moments before hand. She reached for my washcloth and moved deeper into the stream of water. Okay… this was weird. This wasn't even almost like Raven usually was. She would normally snip at me, not completely wall herself off. Silently she showered herself off, wiping away all evidence of me, and then stepped out of the shower. There was a long, quiet moment as she wrapped herself in a towel and moved toward the door.

"I don't know if I can continue to do this."

"What?" I felt like I had just been tossed out of a building and was free-falling into nothingness. Girls didn't break up with me, I broke up with them. Besides, Raven and I weren't in a committed relationship, we were in a physical one. What was there to be afraid of? "What do you mean?"

"I mean… this… it was a stupid idea to think that we could carry on a purely physical relationship. Especially when we're on separate sides of the law." She sighed and pushed a hand through her wet hair, looking at herself in my mirror. "I just don't think this is going to work."

"Raven…" I stepped out of the shower and approached her carefully, like I would a frightened animal. I didn't want her to run away, I wanted her to stay and talk. "Raven, what exactly are you saying? That you're just going to fuck me and leave? You can't do that. We have this… this thing between us."

"Your penis?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Look, we're playing with fire here. If I get caught I can't imagine the repercussions."

"So. Let's not get caught. It's as simple as that."

She smiled at me and shook her head. "No. It's not." Her hand touched the door handle and she turned around and looked at me, shadows swimming in her eyes. "I'll get in touch if I need you again."

"Wait, Raven! I'm not just a fuck…" I raced out of the shower after her, but she had already disappeared, and my room felt strangely empty without her presence. I sighed and sat on my bed, staring at the floor and trying to decipher her words. For the first time in the few weeks since we started this plan, I truly wondered exactly what I had gotten myself into.

)O(

So, that happened. I had a hard time trying to figure out how to use gluttony, so… I hope you enjoyed it.
Anyway, let me know what you think.