Soooooooo, I caved into your reviews and wrote my first ever smut! *Happy Dance* Your reviews were SO inspiring and I just want to say thank you so much for believing in me! I hope it did well for your expectations! Thanks to rachelxabrahams, ZabuzasGirl, disneyylandacidtrip, Ally, Wolflihood, taiga, Tsovy, Snowy702, and easyl0ve for the wonderful comments!
This is just a sex chapter, so if your not all into that, skip it and wait for the next one. lol.
-yesiamweird
"Well that's the good thing about being on a salary wage," I pulled him inside and then closed the door by throwing him against the wood. "Besides, you can just get up early and do that paperwork tomorrow.
Blake smiled for a moment and then I felt him bend down and split apart my legs forcing them to instinctively wrap around his waist. 'What a trickster' I thought while continuing on with our kiss. He had probably said he needed to do 'paperwork' just so that I would want to distract him from work. He knew me all too well.
With my legs wrapped around his sides and my arms clutched securely around the back of his neck I found myself venerable to John's wants. From the way he was turning I assumed he wanted me against the wall. Sure enough he did just that.
Not so hard that it would cause me pain, John pushed my back onto the dingy beige wall and before I had time to complain his lips were crashing onto my own. Panting and parting, our mouths joined together just as they had in the elevator moments before. In the midst of our kiss I couldn't help but think of the way I would regret this decision of vulnerability in the morning. I had to work at the shop…I had things to do…but kissing and allowing myself to give into his commands wiped all the worries flashing through my head.
One of his hands ran through my hair messing it even more while the other maintained a grip onto the back of my neck while pulling my face closer to him.
'As if it couldn't be close enough'…I rolled my eyes practically melting into the scent of his cologne engulfing my scent.
My hands slid from the back of his neck to the top of his head feeling the little stubbles of his short hair between my fingertips. Before working for the Gotham Police Department, John used to have a long shaggy style hair cut with messy bangs curled ever so slightly just before they reached his brown eyes. His old haircut made him look younger but I still missed it.
The hand of John's that used to be behind my neck had traveled down my back finding its way at the bottom of my tank top shirt. Without hesitation it began to slide in between the fabric towards the soft parts of skin surrounding my hip causing me to moan inside of his mouth for the moment. Suddenly, Blake pulled his lips away causing me to blink away my relaxed eyes to focus on a smirk on his lips.
That smirk could only mean one thing.
Before I had time to argue, I felt his hot breath glide down the sides of my throat with the added use of his wet tongue while that hand at my hip continued to slide up and underneath my bra. My neck fell back further onto the wall forcing me to close my eyes from the tingling tempting the tender skin on my neck.
I whimpered deep in my chest as John's cool fingertips found their way to graze across my breast and then gasped when I thought ice had covered my nipple. Big mistake. The shock value allowed Blake the opportunity to take on the pressure of his mouth once more. Our tongues intertwined again but this time my moans seemed to be endless as he continuously pinched and twisted my nipple.
I gasped for air turning my head to the side, "J-Johhhhnnnn." I opened my eyes to see his brown ones focusing on mine. "Now…before I change my mind."
With my legs still wrapped around his waist he wasted no time in bringing me into his room and simply carried me towards the bed. As soon as I saw the bed behind me, I dropped my legs pushing off of his body and flopping onto the cushion below.
John proceeded to crouch over top of me while planting various types of tender kisses on my body. First one on my shoulder, the next on my collar bone, one traveling up my neck and then one at the bottom of my jaw all while straddling me underneath to keep me from escaping. I allowed my panting to continue especially as his wet tongue managed to graze my cheek and then slide to my ear. He licked the bottom of my ear and then ran his tongue up to the top and nibbled gently on the outside of the cartilage.
Don't think I wasn't doing anything to him though.
When he first toppled over top of me, my hands went straight to his waistband of his pants and then proceeded to travel up his shirt feeling every ridge of muscle on his stomach. John wasn't a bodybuilder with a fabulous six-pack but I loved the way his soft skin felt on my hands while the pressure of his muscles packed more than what I was expecting.
My hands ran down his sides and then they found their way onto the waist band of his pants once more. I quickly rummaged my hands to the front and proceeded in undoing the belt from its fasten.
I felt his hands tugging up on the bottom of my tank top and the both of us released our hold on one another so the removal of the shirt would be easier. As soon as John tossed it to the side of the bed, he looked back down at me now exposed my nude bra. I smiled for a moment and then closed my eyes as his hands found the button of my jeans and slid down my pants. "Not fair." I moaned arching my back as he threw the dark wash denim underneath to the floor. "Why do I always have to be first?" I sat up clutching the bottom of his GPD grey shirt and throwing it off of his chest.
As I tossed the article of clothing to the side, I found myself entranced in the look in his eyes. Before I had time to take off his pants to expose him just as I was, John clutched the middle of my back and pulled me closer to him so that our lips would find one another just as before. I couldn't help but smile underneath his lips as he attempted to remove the clasp of my bra since he always had trouble trying to take those off.
After a few seconds of defeat, John finally unhooked the demon and placed both of his hands on my shoulders to slide my bra down my hanging breasts and into my lap. He hadn't a moment's hesitation and quickly pushed me back onto the bed with him over top once again.
His hands cupped the bottom of my breasts making sure to massage and squeeze the pleasure of the body to my liking, while he traded back and forth on kissing one nipple. The way he pleasured me was out of this world, he would start by liking and squeezing the bottom of one and then proceed to nibble at the sensitive buds of skin.
My eyes always remained closed and as much as I wanted to witness his actions, I just couldn't bring myself to watch. My moans were breathy and hidden deep within my chest as I attempted my best to not show my vulnerability towards him.
I could feel his tongue grazing down the middle of my breasts, stopping and playing around the small of my navel and then heading down towards the waistband of my panties. "Johnnnn…" I moaned sitting up on my elbows, "I haven't shaved or-" My statement was replaced by another breathy moan as he pulled down my wet underwear now completely exposing myself to him.
"Don't care." He responded griping onto my hips and pulling my bottom to the edge of the bed while he kneeled on the floor. "Relax." His smile was confident and I allowed my head to roll back on the bed while he dug his face in between my legs. At the sensation of his pleasure, my legs curled up and spread while my toes curled from the sparks flying throughout my body.
At first, my hands were down by my sides when he started to lick and suck on the most sensitive spot on my entire body. Then, they moved to the back of his head trying to take on the motions of how I wanted him to eat me out. The short stubbles of his hair were long enough for me to grip but I found myself losing control on the amount of hair in my hands the more he continued.
Feeling a bit embarrassed from the lack of grooming I had done, not saying I was a hairy bush or anything, it was just the fact I hadn't shaved in a while because I didn't have much of a romantic lifestyle other than the usual fuck or two.
My hands slid down the insides of my legs and down to hold open my lips so he wouldn't have to. Instead his hands found other things to hold onto, my ankles, my shins, my hips, even my breasts, and then eventually one of his curious fingers made their way down to the bottom of my entrance. He pressed against the wet entry taking in as much liquid his finger could hold and then pushed inside causing me to buck and moan loudly from the sense of awareness in my lower half.
My hips were bucking now more than ever as he entered another finger into my hole pressing against the walls of my skin and massaging the areas with gentle force. 'Had he always done this?' I wondered as another gasp left my throat as he bit on my clitoris. Before this time, we had always been drunk when we fucked…this time we were completely sober and aware of just what was going on.
As much as that phrase frightened me, it also excited me as well.
My hips were bucking and grinding against his face while my toes curled and bent inwards from the tick of my clitoris being pleasured. I was going to explode at the rate he was going. Another finger slid in and I threw my head back as I cried out from the blissful feeling. This was unlike anything we had ever done…this was something I'd remember and he knew that. He knew the fact we weren't intoxicated made this even more pleasurable and memorable.
"J-Joh- Ah, mmmh…" I moaned twisting my head on the back of the sheets, "I- mhhhmmm, I'm gonna…" my back arched from the burning in my stomach and instinctively my hands found their way onto the back of his head while I gave into the heavy orgasm.
He continued to lick until I had enough control to push his forehead away. "I- ah…I-" I attempted to say while my legs and hips rubbed and bucked from the pleasurable feeling. Then I realized he still had his fingers inside of me.
I gave him a warning look and he pressed his way to the top of my cavern and then removed his fingers out with a splash of the wetness from within. "Horny much?" He responded while I gasped from the sensation tingling across my body.
Wet.
That's all I could describe the feeling in between my legs as I propped myself on my elbows. John smiled from the fact I hadn't answered and he quickly proceeded to take off his own pants while I tried composing myself.
"I- ugh, I didn't-" I started to say while watching him turn his back to reach in his desk drawer for a condom, "That was…have you always done that?" My voice was horse and I cringed from the sound of it.
John placed the silver wrapper on the pillow and then lunged forward kissing the top of my shoulder. "Not always…" He wiped the slime off of his face onto me and then proceeded to kiss my collar bone and breast while I gave into his demands once again. Except this time I realized he was only in his boxers and with his member predominately digging into my hip, my hands clutched around the hard stick gaining a moan from the man above me.
"Well hate to break it to you…" I slid my hands down from his dick to the waist band of his boxers and pulling them off of his hips, "But I'm not one for sticking foreign objects into my mouth. Sorry." I smirked looking up at him but he only responded my biting my collar bone and sucking on the spot.
"Fine by me." His voice was gruff and instantly I slid down his underwear gaining a good look at his hard member. Being one for a good tease, I allowed myself to sit up to lean my head forwards towards him. My lips reached out and kissed the top of the head and then slid down the sides planting small pecks on his dick.
The moan alone would make any girl melt, but I wasn't like any other girl. I was different.
I continued to plant kisses down the sides of his shaft until I had my fill of the object I knew was twitching with the upmost delight of what was to come next. John wasted no time as I pulled myself backwards to place the rubber protection on his erection and then hovered above me. "Can you handle this?"
I smirked, "I think the question is can you handle me?" With the end of my statement, John took a hold of my hips and slamming hard into my crevasse. I whimpered in a mixture of pain and absolute pleasure as he slowly backed out of me and then slammed inside once more. "I think I can handle ya just fine." John snickered and then pulled one of my legs up over his shoulder while the other flailed in the air as he continued to thrust in and out.
My mind was racing a thousand times a second…and yet, I thought of nothing.
My only focus was towards the pleasure surging throughout of my insides. My hands found their focus on the muscles entangling John's arms realizing how much stronger and sexier he had gotten since the police training Those muscles were just the perfect amount of bulk he needed before.
"Ah, oh…" I moaned throwing my head back as John shifted into an even deeper thrust while raising my other leg around his waist. Our position allowed him to fully be in control and as much as I wanted to be in control of our situation, this was certainly one of the few exceptions where I just didn't give a damn. "Oh…mhhhh. J-John…" My finger tips traveled up his biceps towards his shoulders and back, and then stopped at the bottom of his hair line. "Y-Ye-… Yessss!" My eyes, if they weren't already closed, were rolling even further in the back of my head.
"M-Mag…" John grunted leaning forwards and fastening his pace. His thrusts were starting to get shorter, and his chance of surviving any longer was slimming.
I retaliated by pulling back and removing himself from inside of me. Instead of giving a reply to John's confused and huffing statue, I turned onto my hands and knees while placing my ass towards his dick.
"Now go." I responded with a breath and a hand to my own clitoris to further my own pleasure. His hands, now warm from all the movement, roamed the sides of my hips and then pushed me inside of him continuing his thrusting motion once again.
With the combination of my own pleasure plus the added extra pounding in my uterus, I could feel my climax coming around the corner. "Ahhh…ohhh… yea…" I begged and moaned attempting my best to keep my support onto my free elbow. "Ahhhhh!...I- Oh!" I lost the feeling in my arm right after a shocking wave of force and fell onto my breasts furthering my position on John.
"D-amn…it…" He grunted tightening his hands on my waist. "Mag-gie!"
My head arched back. My insides were burning, not with pain but with total and well deserved bliss. "Johnnnnnnn!" I cried his name in a high pitch I often had no need to use; that tone of voice was too high of a range for any woman to be taken seriously in. "John, I'm g-gonna…"
Before I had a moment to say 'cum,' John wrapped his one arm around my waist and pulled me to face him once again. I knew why too, he wanted to see the look on my face while he worked the last few moments inside of me.
With a hand on one of my breasts and the other draping my leg over his shoulder once again, John forced his way in and out. In and out. In. Out. In. Out. In….and
Out.
I fell back onto the cushion behind gasping from the back of my throat. John, too, had also had the same breathy gasp that I had while trying to fill his lungs with much needed oxygen.
I was in total serenity lying on that bed while he backed off and stood to his feet. My knees were buckling, despite the fact that I wasn't standing on them. As a reflex, my hips continued to buck forwards while the pressure in my lower half still continued to pulsate not knowing how to calm from the non-existent thrusts. "I-mhhhhmmmm, that- ohhh…" I gasped trying to retain my composure while sitting up to watch his reaction.
He only had a look of complete satisfaction while removing of his wrapper down the toilet drain. Grabbing a towel from the counter, John dried his chest and then threw the piece of cloth to the ground while turning off the light and closing the door.
"Told you." He smirked.
I flipped onto my hands and knees once again while pulling back the sheets and climbing inside of the warmth the cotton provided on my perspirated body. "Told me what?" I commented back with a curt tone of voice.
Blake fell onto the top of the bed and then forced himself on top of me once again. "I told you," His face was close to mine; the heat from his lips seemed to radiate onto my own. The only thing separating our naked bodies from one another this time was the sheet. "That I could handle you."