Battle must have sensed my panic because his arms wrapped around me and he pulled me against his body. I leaned my cheek against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating in unison with mine. And when I looked up he was staring down at me with a look I didn’t recognize. He cupped my face in his hands and leaned down to kiss me gently, and I calmed instantly, knowing that Battle wouldn’t let anything come between us again.
I don’t know how I knew it, but I knew it and I instantly felt calmer.
The sound of foil tearing came from where Ripped was, and I watched as the shadows moved and the woman stood up. “Fuck me, Ripped. Forget about her,” the woman said in the dark, and he leaned over and kissed her.
“Shut the fuck up and turn around,” he growled.
She did and he grunted loudly and without apology as he slid inside of her.
“Yeah,” he growled out, his hand coming down on her ass as he gripped her hips and fucked her roughly from behind.
She whimpered and panted, bending lower so he could take her deeper, and I looked away, closing my eyes.
I didn’t care about Ripped, and all I felt was relief that he was fucking someone else and not me. We were so wrong together; I just wished he would see it.
I felt Battle’s hand on the bottom of my chin. He tilted my face up to him and I opened my eyes as the woman’s moans echoed off the walls. Battle’s hand ran between our bodies and he placed it over my pussy, grinding his palm against me. I widened my eyes and shook my head, mouthingnoto him as a slow smile crept up his face.
I placed my hands on his chest to push him away as Battle moved his hand and replaced it with his still hard cock. I shook my head and mouthednoagain as he nudged himself into my entrance and I clamped my mouth shut so I could hold back a sigh. Pleasure ran up and down my body, my nipples so hard it was a wonder they hadn’t snapped off, as Battle pushed himself slowly into me. My muscles tightened around him, and he opened his mouth and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, his features softening and his pupils dilating as he slid in and out of me torturously slowly.
Ripped was grunting and groaning, the other woman moaning for him to fuck her harder, and he complied, the slick sounds of sex—of balls slamming against wet pussy and bodies sliding over one another—could be heard all around me. It was the exact opposite of me and Battle, fast and dirty where ours was slow and seductive, and I despite the danger of it I couldn’t help but be even more turned on by the whole thing.
She called out Ripped’s name and he grunted as he slammed into her harder and harder, her whimpers getting louder. And all the time, Battle went mercilessly slowly, dragging pleasure from my trembling body with every long, slow thrust as he sank deep inside me, giving a small hip thrust each time he filled me completely.
My body clung to him, my hands gripping his slick shoulders as I opened my mouth and he swallowed my moan. I was close. So fucking close I could barely breathe. Battle’s fingers found my clit as he ground himself in circles inside me, his hips making slow circles as I felt myself reaching the precipice. He lifted my leg up higher as his tongue moved with mine and he suddenly slammed into me with a heavy thrust of his hips. My orgasm hit and I shattered in his arms, throwing my head back, my hands clawing at him. Ripples of pleasure rolled through my body over and over and my chest heaved as I came long and hard, my body trembling and tears leaking from my eyes as I held in every moan and every sigh that wanted to explode from me.
Battle’s arms held me tightly, protectively, his cock hard and waiting inside me, and I blinked slowly, wishing I could have that feeling—him and me together like that—forever. He leaned down and kissed my mouth, his cock still throbbing inside my swollen pussy.
Ripped suddenly came loudly mere feet from me, his guttural roar and the other woman’s cry of pleasure and pain making my body clench and Battle hiss as my pussy tightened around him.
“Fuck,” Ripped grunted, the sound of his hand slapping down on her body somewhere loud in the quiet. “Fuck yeah,” he panted before giving another grunt.
“You okay now, baby?” the other woman asked, and then all I could hear was kissing.
Battle was still clutching at my thigh and keeping my leg high against his body, his hard cock throbbing deep inside me as he held my limp and sweaty body up against his. Ripped said something low to the woman and the door opened and closed behind them as they left the room.
I stared at Battle, unsure of what to say or do now that we were alone again. I felt suddenly vulnerable, almost shy in the dark with this man, his hard cock inside me. But he stole away my reservations when his rough palm stroked along my cheek and his eyes connected with mine.
He slowly smirked at me before leaning down and taking my mouth again. He kissed me long and hard for several minutes, with no urgency to it other than his own desire to kiss me. His cock was still pulsing inside me, desperate to finish off what it had started, yet he continued with his slow and torturous pace, his tongue moving over mine, and when he pulled out of the kiss, he was still smiling.
“Gonna fuck you proper now, okay, Q?” he growled out, nipping at my neck. “Need to keep quiet though, okay?” He kissed me again, and when he pulled out of the kiss that time he looked serious. “That’s the only time I’m gonna tell you that you need to be quiet, you feel me? The next time we do this I want you to scream the fuckin’ place down.”
I nodded immediately, needing him again, and his wolfish grin grew bigger. His large hands palmed my tiny waist as he shifted his weight before pulling my other leg up so I was latched around his waist.
“I’m close, okay?” he said, his voice deep and husky and full of so much desire for me that my body automatically tightened around him and he hissed again. “Fuck yeah,” he said before sliding his hard length out of me and then ramming himself back in with a low grunt.
I gasped under the intrusion, the new angle making him go deeper than previously. Ripped was a big man, his length long and wide, but it was nothing compared to Battle. He gave me a moment to adjust, my body stretching around him, to take him deeper.
Battle fucked me hard against that wall, my hands and nails clinging to him as I bit down on his shoulder to stifle my cries of pleasure as he pounded into me over and over, his cock reaching parts of me that I didn’t even know existed, dragging the pleasure from me until I was an exhausted mess clinging to him.
“Gonna come, Q,” he sighed against my throat.
“Do it,” I panted.
And then I felt him, all of him. Long spurts dousing me, coating me, and marking me as his property. He came for what felt like an age, his hips still thrusting up into me even as he came, his hands gripping me hard enough to bruise my skin as his mouth found mine in the dark and he kissed me again, sighing against my lips.
I thought he’d never finish.
I hoped he wouldn’t.
