Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Casual Friends ❯ Sex ( Chapter 6 )

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Casual Friends

 

6.

 

Rukia

 

Oh fuck I love what he's doing to me. I mean, this feels so good I'm practically having an orgasm right now. Which would be okay, I guess, because girls—from what I have learned from my books anyway—can have as many orgasms as we like, or at least, as many as we can from having sex with someone.

 

And from what I remember about the last time I fucked Ichigo he gave me so many orgasms I couldn't even keep count.

 

He was still kissing me too. Oh fuck he's such a great kisser. I mean, this tongue is fucking violating my mouth. I always thought kissing would be gross. I mean, I've seen some of the servants in Byakuya's house engaging in the occasional tongue-wrestling when they thought I wasn't looking. I didn't mind really, I kind of examined them while they were doing it, you know, as something like a small science experiment or whatnot. Then they'd catch me and start blushing and stumbling about. Once I'd leave, of course, they'd bad mouth me for being nosy. But who cares? I wanted to see so I saw.

 

But let me tell you, what I saw at my brother's house was nothing like what Ichigo was doing to me now. He's raping my tongue with his and I am loving it. I mean, this is… this is… oh… Jesus.

 

Not to mention his cock is rubbing against me through our clothes. Ever since he pulled off my panties—ripped them off actually—and set my legs so I'd feel every inch of his length I have practically been begging him to fuck me. I mean, I want every piece of his flesh against my own. This has gone beyond needing though, it's—it's… fuck its: `if-he-doesn't-get-inside-of-me-in-two-seconds-I'll-blow-the-fuck-up!' That's what this is!

 

“Ichigo!” I cry as he pushes against me with more force than before. He seems almost as desperate as I am. The force of his thrusts is even more since my dress is rubbing directly against my pussy. I never really understood that term, pussy, but I like it. Makes me think of sultry and sexy cat-like movements. I want to act just like that as I crawl over Ichigo and take his huge dick into my mouth.

 

“Rukia,” he's growling at me, talking just enough so his tongue is still in my mouth.

 

This is good. Yeah, this is pretty good. I mean, we are sort of having a conversation before we have sex. I mean, last time it was just straight take-off-my-clothes-get-into-my-pants sort of stuff but now… now we're actually acknowledging the fact that we're kissing one another.

 

Then suddenly, I'm off the wall. Ichigo's hand is under my dress and cupping my ass so tightly he's going to leave a handprint on my skin. I don't care though. I like the way he's gripping me, squeezing and touching and stroking me. Not that he's being gentle though. He's not being gentle in the slightest. He's hard and harsh and that's just how I want it. Maybe later there will be time for slow and soft love-making… but not now. Holy hell not now.

 

Now was just for the raw. Now was for the extreme. Now was for just the sex.

 

“Omph!” I cry as I feel Ichigo's soft mattress under my back. One thing I don't like about Ichigo's bed is how soft it is. I'm used to lying on tatami mats and sleeping on those but these twenty first century beds are so squishy it's strange. But that doesn't have anything to do with anything. Ichigo still hasn't let go of me. My mouth I mean. He's still kissing me like he doesn't have anything else planned for the next millennia but kissing me. Which is just fine with me, I love how he kisses me. So hot. So heady. So… lustful.

 

I just wish he'd do something more with his hands though… it's driving me—oh, there we go.

 

Finally he started to move just a bit more. Well, more than a bit more.

 

My back arches helplessly as both of his hands are shoved underneath the skirt of my dress and he drags up the sides so my lower half is completely bare to him. In the back of my mind I think this is pretty strange. I mean, in the manga books that I've read, usually the top is the first part to come off. After that the boy sucks on the girls breasts and then they get to the more interesting part down under.

 

Not that this wasn't interesting… it's just that it was a bit out of the ordinary.

 

Well, not really, considering how last time we just took off each others clothes as quickly as possible and fucked each other fast and hard.

 

“Ichigo,” I whine, I can't believe I'm whining. Kuchiki's do not whine. We order. “What are you… what are you… oh GOD!”

 

He has his fingers inside of me. It's the most amazing sensation in the world. Last time it was just his cock and while that was nice I didn't really get to focus on it all that much because I was too busy trying to stop his wounds from bleeding too much. But oh god, I could fee the calluses on his fingers as he pushed one of them inside of me.

 

I jerked upwards and threw my hands onto his head, my tight fingers gripping his hair and practically tugging it off of his head. Oh fuck.

 

Then there are two fingers inside of me. He's pushing and pumping me and I'm gasping hotly underneath him. He hasn't done this before and it feels so good. He's pushed another finger inside of me and a scream jerked out of my throat. I'm really trying not to scream but it's just so hard. I mean… he's finger-fucking me!

 

I don't know what the hell he's doing but he's shifting his fingers as they move and he's caressing every part of my insides. My hips are shifting and rolling in response to him and I can hear him growling above me. I can feel his erection hard against my thigh and in the back of my mind I'm disgusted that I'm practically undressed and begging while he's completely clothed.

 

I don't care though. Just so long as he continues making me feel like this.

 

Everything is starting to collapse inside of me and I arch my back so far against him that my stomach touches his. But he doesn't relent, good god no, he just keeps pumping and pumping and pushing and pushing until… oh fuck. It's white hot and it's running through me hard and fast, my lower regions tremble as my nerves go onto sensory overload. I feel like I'm crumbling from the inside out. The heat and the pressure and the weight of it all was causing everything inside of me to contract and squeeze.

 

I'm pretty sure I screamed but I knew that Ichigo didn't care. He just keeps moving so hard and so hot that I wonder if his ears are even working.

 

He pushed his fingers inside of me for a few times more before he pulled them out. I instantly groaned at the loss and wished he was back inside of me—fingers, cock, tongue, I couldn't care which.

 

My dress was still flopping around my waist and I was breathing so hard I felt like I had just shunpo-ed a millions miles.

 

Then he was on top of me, staring directly into my eyes. God I love those eyes of his. They seem to change color whenever he's in different moods or places. When he's outside his eyes turn to gold but in the dark they shine red. When he's aroused they have an unearthly sheen. It's so strange how beautiful his eyes are… too bad he always tries to hide them underneath his scraggly frown.

 

It was only after I stared into his gorgeous—gorgeous—eyes for a few minutes that I actually noticed the fingers that had one been inside of me were now hovering directly beside his lips. My entire body began to tremble softly as he pressed those wonderful digits to his mouth and traced his strong lips with their tips. I honestly do not know how wide my eyes got when he did that, or when he pulled his pointer finger deep inside of his mouth and began to suck lightly.

 

I was throbbing badly. I was pulsating so hard I felt completely numb underneath of him. Fuck I loved how he could do this to me. He made sure that I kept eye contact with him the entire time he was sucking on his fingers. I didn't dare look away. Watching him do this was so arousing. Sucking on each one of his callused digits made her think of what I wanted to do to his stiff cock.

 

My hands seem to have a mind of their own and they drift down to his pants. He didn't move from his position above me and I tugged the button off and yanked the zipper down. Damn I hate pants. You know, if boys and girls could both wear dresses that would be perfectly fine—but then again, Ichigo's ass wouldn't look nearly as good as it did in his tight jeans.

 

I jerked his pants down as far as I could and grunted angrily when I couldn't get them off.

 

“Don't worry about it.” He said to me as he reached down and kicked them off. How he did this while I was still beneath him I didn't know, but whatever, I didn't actually care enough to ask, or even think about it for a long time.

 

The only thing that I was really concerned about was the fact that his boxers went down along with his jeans.

 

And there is was.

 

If there is one thing I absolutely love about Ichigo it is his inhumanly sized dick. I mean, from all the school books I've flipped through that show pictures of ancient sculptures of naked men I didn't think that men's dicks could be that large. But yeah, Ichigo's member is huge. I mean really, it is quite large, when I saw it for the first time I didn't even know if it would even fit properly inside of me. When he entered me though, it just felt so good. He told me I was tight and I wondered if I really was tight—I mean, honestly, everything about me is tiny, tiny breasts, tiny feet, tiny body, so I guess I would have had a tiny pussy, which would kind of mean I was tight—or if he was just well endowed.

 

I guess it was both: me being tight and him having a huge member.

 

Okay, so his pants were off, my panties were off, my dress were pushed up… the only thing that was missing was the fact that both of us still had clothes on and that he wasn't inside of me.

 

Ichigo leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. I didn't even tease him by not letting him inside at first. My mouth was panting and hot when he leaned down to kiss me I was already wide open to him. His tongue wrapped completely around mine and his hands came up to grip mine. His fingers laced through mine and I groaned as he continued to kiss-fuck my mouth.

 

Then, before I could even get his hands off of me so I could pull off his shirt, his knee ran between my legs and parted my thighs. I whimpered softly and then shrieked inside of my mouth the moment I felt his cock run through me. It felt like the sensation was coursing though my entire body. Christ, his cock was so hot… it was like fire and silk together, stroking me, touching me, taking me.

 

I don't know how many times I cried his name but I knew it was a whole lot. I mean, how could I not with how he made me feel? If this was insanity then I just… damn, pack me off to a mental ward because I wanted to be doing this for the next one hundred years of my life.

 

He's pulling in and out of me and I'm screaming my lungs off. I want to curl every single part of my body around him but his hands are preventing me from doing anything. He's still has his fingers wrapped through mine. My arms were over my head and he was pinning them there. I didn't mind mostly—well, actually, I didn't mind because I was currently losing my mind—but I did want to touch him. Kiss him, punch him, do something that would keep me from exploding completely.

 

“Ichigo!” I don't know if I'm sobbing or not, all I know is that right now, with my hands above my head, with Ichigo pushing into me so quick and hard, and with the only connection between us being his sweet cock thrusting into my achingly hot pussy—all of that was simply too much. It made the pressure inside of me build so fast I couldn't contain it anymore than I already had.

 

I screamed his name once again—the man didn't even bother to kiss me to shut me up either! I thought that was a bit inconsiderate, not to mention I really wanted his tongue back in my mouth—and I felt my insides squeezing once again. But Ichigo kept on moving. God… I love it when he still moves even though I'm coming around him. I'm practically choking his cock and he still keeps the best pace when it comes to moving inside of me. Only now it's faster and through my squinting eyes I can see the sweat sticking to his forehead. His face is twisted into a scowling and urgent expression. He's keeping too much inside. He knows he needs to come. I know he needs to come. We both need to—

 

A choked cry is wrung from his throat and he closes his eyes tight. I really want to pull my hands out from under his and run them across his face. But of course, I can't, because he's still pinning me down.

 

Then I feel him inside of me. A warm shot of liquid runs through me like lightning. I scream again and shut my eyes so tightly I didn't know if my face would ever recover from so solid a position. My breathing is so hard. My heart is beating out of my chest—my still clothed chest, mind you—and I'm drenched in sweat. I'm pretty sure I either look extremely sexy or downright unattractive right now. Christ I hope it's the former.

 

Ichigo doesn't seem to mind though. After he pumped into me a couple more time his pace slowed and his fingers released their totally vice-like grip on mine. I still couldn't move them but right now I didn't mind. Ichigo was still inside of me and it felt so amazing. He was breathing just as hard as I was and, actually, was sweating just as profusely. If it was even possible, I felt so aroused at the sight of him I immediately wanted him again. His sweating brow, panting mouth, bruised lips, intense gold eyes, and the tight cords of his neck were practically begging me to fuck him again.

 

Then he was kissing me. Fuck I love it when he kisses me like this. It's unbelievable. I really don't know how he learned to kiss like this. I'm really thinking he practiced, maybe not on an actual human but maybe on a pillow or something. Not that I care, just so long as my mouth is the only one that is ever kissed by him again.

 

He pulls his upper body away from mine and it's then that I notice he's shaking a bit. Probably from physical exhaustion or something like that. The only thing is… I can still feel him inside of me, and he is definitely not feeling any softer than he did a few minutes ago. Quite the opposite in fact. He feels hard. So hard he's ready to do it again.

 

Now, I've read books on this subject and I'm pretty sure that guys are only able to perform once or twice before they're so tired they collapse—or fall asleep—and I mentally praise God for giving Ichigo such impressive sexual longevity. Not to mention an equally impressive dick.

 

“You're hard.” I say through my panting breath as I stare up into his molten eyes. I shift beneath him and I can see his face change, his throat expels a tiny groan and I know he wants more. I wiggle again and he sucks in a charged breath.

 

Oh yeah, I thought smugly, he wants me again.

 

I mean… who wouldn't?

 

Okay, moment of ego-boosting over.

 

I jerk my hands from his and place them on top of his chest, I can feel his heart beating beneath the layer of his shirt and immediately scold myself for allowing him to fuck me while we're both still—technically—dressed. I mean… sure, our most important parts were easily accessible, but other than that…

 

Anyway, I use my strength—which isn't much—to slide upwards. As his cock is pulled out of me I try so hard not to gasp and groan. I mean, I don't want to seem like I'm begging for it or anything—even though I'm pretty sure I am.

 

His eyes are glued to me as I sit up halfway and smirk at him. My dress is already settled around my waist and annoying me enough that I take it off without Ichigo's aid—even though having him do it would have been even better. I grasp the ends with both of my hands and tug it up. My center is already exposed and I see Ichigo's eyes flickering down to them. After that I pull the dress up a bit more and allow Ichigo to stare at my ribs, further up the dress is going over my head and my small breasts are exposed—no bra, I told you, I have no boulders. I see him now staring at them as though he wants to eat me alive—starting there. I blush a bit—well, more than I'm already blushing anyway—and shrug my creamy shoulders.

 

Still, at least Ichigo gets the hint as I pull off my dress and toss it to the other end of the room. His hands scramble to the end of his own shirt and he pulls it over his head. My eyes practically gawk at him as he exposes his ripped muscles, his scars, his veritable too-many-to-count pack of abs, his biceps, and the fine trail of orange-gold hair that begins on his stomach and leads a trail to his generous package.

 

My throat is dry as I stare at him. We're not even touching each other. It seems as though we've suddenly gotten, well… shy, around one another. Which I can hardly believe, since he's seen me naked before. Well, kind of, because the first couple of times must have been a blur for him. I bet he was in lots of pain at the time. More pain than pleasure at any rate, maybe about 25% pleasure and 70% pain. The last 5% was just insanity.

 

“Lie on your back.” I command after my minute of staring.

 

Ichigo's eyes are finally drawn to mine and he swallows hard. I wonder if he likes my eyes, I think for a second, as he slowly nods and shifts around on the bed so he can lie down on his back. He must… since he was staring into them the entire time we were making love. Was that the term for it? Because I technically think that `fucking' would at least be a more appropriate definition for what we were doing.

 

But all those thoughts went out of my mind as I calmly—even though my heart was beating a thousand times harder than normal—placed both of my legs on either side of his waist, and climbed on top of him.

 

Ichigo

 

She looks so fucking good right here. She's above me and naked and glistening—I can't believe I just used the word glistening, fuck, I'm turning into a girl—with sweat. She's fucking beautiful. I can't believe she's looking at me like I'm the only guy on the planet that she's ever going to fuck—well, I know I'm the only guy she'll do it with because I'll kill anyone else who even tries—but seriously… if she wanted, she could have any other guy on the face of the planet. I just can't believe she picked me. Me of all people.

 

Actually… nah, I'm not really that surprised because honestly, when you think of the choices… there's not much to pick from. Well, yeah, there's Renji… but come on, are you seriously going to fuck a guy who has a baboon with a snake tail for his zanpakuto? Or wears so many tattoos he looks like he belongs in a freak circus? Um, that would be a no.

 

So yeah, I'm the only plausible choice.

 

There's that… and the fact that I would have made myself the only plausible choice if it had come to that.

 

What? I just really love her.

 

She looks so good right there. I mean, her breasts—so perfect and small—are pushing up and down with her panting breaths, her nipples are purple and erect and I'm really wishing I could have one of them in my mouth right now—or both of them, if that was even physically possible. Her shoulders are shaking slightly but they're defined in the dimming lights of dusk—oh fuck, now I know I'm turning into a girl if I just thought of `the dimming lights of dusk,' come on! I want to keep my testicles!—her silhouette is petite and frail but her hands… fuck her hands…

 

Her hands are running all over my chest. It feels so great too. I mean, her palms are flat down on my chest and she's doing everything she wants to do with those fingers of hers. I can feel those little digits as they run over my pectorals and squeeze and pinch my nipples—now, I'm not much of a man who would willingly let a woman do this to me, but since it's Rukia and I just fucked her without taking her clothes off properly I guess I can let her do just this one little thing… She's running her nails all over my skin, leaving little red marks that will stay on my flesh for at least a couple more days. I suck in a sharp breath and immediately wish I didn't have such a hungry sexual appetite. Even though I love the one I have right now the constant hungering for her—and the constant erections, once again, being brought on by what she was doing to me right now—was going to put me into an early grave.

 

I can just see it now: me, dead, being buried with a complete boner. Or me being killed while having a complete boner—that is, if her brother ever catches us. Can spiritual pressure get horny along with its owner? Jesus I hope not. Because if it can then I am dead. If it can… fuck, I'm just wondering why Byakuya hasn't come to kill me yet.

 

He's waiting for a “moment.” Little fucker.

 

Oh well, just so long as it isn't within the next forty eight hours or so.

 

And not to mention heeeeeeohhhh fuck! She's grinding herself against me. I can feel the slickness of her body as she places both hands on my chest and slowly rubs her pussy against me—and not even against my cock, but right above it. I can't believe this. This… this… this innocent little girl, this noble learned all of this… oh Jesus—this feels so good. Oh god, why is this feeling so good? I can barely feel anything rubbing against my cock but still, just the notion that she was petting me like this—I don't know, it just turned me on until I was so hard I could barely see straight.

 

“Rukia…” I'm growling again. I can't help it. This just feels so good. It's got to be inhuman.

 

“Do you like that?” She asks me, her voice is raggedy and her body is trembling against mine but that doesn't stop me from being slightly irritated with her. Does it look like I'm disliking it? I mean, I'm beneath her, panting, shifting with her, closing my eyes, letting her run her hands all over my body—and she still thinks I might not like any of this?

 

But that's the rub—ha, a little Shakespeare for you, Hamlet, if you must know. Ha! I get to keep my testicles after all!—she asked that question like she really wanted to know my answer. Oh Rukia… I guess she really is innocent after all. I mean, after the first couple of times—through all of which I did most of the work, not that I minded or anything… yeah… that and I didn't really give her much of a choice—I was on top and doing everything that I wanted to do to her. I didn't really give her a say at all. I guess she was just trying to find out what I liked the best so she could keep doing it…

 

And maybe for future reference as well… hehehee… oh, I like that idea. Maybe I should just keep a notebook of stuff that I like to do during sex and give it to her, as like, you know, a gift.

 

Hey, it would be beneficial to both of us.

 

So, in keeping with, well, keeping Rukia happy, I hissed lightly—totally for her benefit I tell you—and nod vigorously. I crack my eyes open just a bit to see her reaction and am quite pleased that I see a tiny smile on her lips—you know, when she's not panting and gasping… fuck she's sexy.

 

My hands are on her hips now. I'm pretty sure I want them there. I know I want them there… I just… I know she's on top of me and all but I just… god, I really, really, really, want to do something else. I haven't gotten to do it yet so I—I just… oh just fuck it, I'm going to do it anyway.

 

I hold her hips tightly in my hands and make sure that she's not going to grind up against me as I do what I'm about to do. Not that it wouldn't be a new experience but… I want to play it safe for now.

 

So I slide underneath her and place my face directly underneath her deliciously wet pussy.

 

I hear her gasp above me as her hands lurch forward and her fingers grip the sheets so tightly I hear the fabric tear slightly. I don't care though. I'm finally going to taste her. I've wanted to do this for so long. Lightly, I blow a stream of chilled air onto her and listen to the delectably drawn-out moan that permeates the room. Her voice is like music, especially the sounds she makes when she's aroused. All the whimpers, groans, moans, cries, screams, gasps… it's fantastic. If I could make an audio CD of what she sounded like it would immediately land on the bestseller's list.

 

And the Billboard Top 100.

 

My tongue flicks out—more of an experimentation than anything else, really—but the second I feel my tongue rub against her clitoris—is that what it is? I think so…—I know that I am never going to have sex with her again without doing this… at least until she has two orgasms. Because it just feels so great when she has an orgasm.

 

Not to mention I love the way she tastes.

 

My tongue flicks out again and I hear her practically scream above me. I'm grinning, I can't help it, I'm fucking grinning while I'm licking her, my god, this is amazing! It's like every single one of my male fantasies come to life.

 

My hands are on her hips and they're the only thing, I think, that's keeping her from practically sitting on my face—which I don't think I'd mind but you know, this was more in the experimental stage for right now.

 

Even so, I crane my neck up just a bit so the hair from her pussy is tickling my nose. It feels so good. My tongue is now working full time. I'm busily licking her clitoris and passing my wicked pink tongue along the folds of her center. Fuck, she's so warm. She tastes sweet and tangy, it wasn't unpleasant or anything, it was just… different. But I like different, hell, I'm banging a chick who's ten times my age, you would expect that I would like different.

 

And I do.

 

She's breathing so hard above me. I can see her though the tendrils of hair that's covering my eyes. Her face is red and her eyes are closed. She's breathing so hard that her pussy is pulsating against my face. I—once again—don't care. It feels so good. I know I'm pleasuring her. She's gasping and whining and I know that her arms are only barely supporting her. Her body is wet with sweat and her delicious pussy is so slick that it's all I can do not to drink her in. I put my lips around her clitoris and suckle it lightly. She gives out a small scream.

 

Oh yeah, this is fucking awesome.

 

She's saying my name and I love it. I grin even wider and slide my tongue into her opening. She let out a tiny scream and I kept pumping her. Faster and wilder so she might come right above my face. I pushed my tongue so far into her and wiggled my tongue around just a bit—just so I could feel her inner walls around me. I'm tickling her and she's panting so hard I think she might hyperventilate.

 

I grip her hips harder and pull her down one last time before she comes—I don't know how the hell I know she's going to come, I just know it. I pushed my tongue so far into her that I knew that I would never get the taste of her out of my mouth.

 

Not that I minded or anything.

 

She tightened around me and I withdrew from her tight center only to continue sucking and biting her clitoris while running my lips over her folds. Juices run down her legs and I greedily suck them up and pant as I gather all the drops on my tongue. I swallow them as though I'm drinking champagne—fuck, I really am losing my testicles if I'm comparing Rukia's sex juices to champagne. Oh… wait… yeah, my erection is huge! Never mind, I definitely still have my testicles.

 

I press another kiss to her hot and dripping pussy before releasing her hips from my hands. Fuck, I think my knuckles are white, damn… was I gripping her that tightly? Oh well, she didn't seem to mind.

 

I scoot up the bed just a bit until her center is right above my abs—just like they had been a few minutes ago. Was it a few minutes? God, it felt like fucking hours.

 

So, when my eyes finally decided to readjust to my surroundings I looked up at Rukia. Although I'm not exactly sure she appreciated the laugh that came out of me almost directly after I looked at her. Her face was so red it was nearly purple. Her bottom lip had also been bitten so hard that it looked like blood was starting to swell at the top. Her eyes—of course since I had laughed at her—were angrier and hotter than they had ever been. I swear to God I must be a masochist of some kind if looking at such a pissed off woman turns me on.

 

Well it does. I mean, all those time when she physically abused me… I can't think of one incident where she caused me pain when I didn't think about taking off her panties and sticking my fingers inside of her.

 

Or sticking something thicker and longer inside of her.

 

I opened my mouth in the next second to say something that might have calmed her down—I mean, the woman is on top of me, her hands are on my chest, her nails poised to rip my flesh off, and her knees dangerously close to a part of me that I plan to use for the next couple of years—but no sound even got out of my throat before Rukia… well, charged.

 

That's the only word I can think to describe it. I mean, she practically launched forward and grabbed my cock in her hand. I must have made some type of pained sound—even though I know that I'd never make that type of sound, I mean, I'm a man, after all. A little four foot nothing pipsqueak isn't going to make me squeal—but she grinned like a feral animal—yeah, a feral animal—and squeezed my cock.

 

Hard.

 

I think I might have yelped at that point. Just yelped. Because, like I said, men like me don't scream. Although I'm pretty sure I might have said her name in a rather forceful, breathy, whining, tone of voice—although I might also be mistaken, of course…

 

Yeah, anyway… but since I had my eyes closed, due to the “slight” amount of pressure she was applying to my cock, I didn't feel her position herself over my body and sink herself down onto me.

 

“HOLY FU-FU-FUCK!” I shrieked.

 

Yes, I shrieked. Deal with it.

 

Her hands were slammed onto my pectorals and her nails were digging into my skin. My hands went back to her slim hips and were practically super-glued to them as she rode me. Her ass moved up and down as she slid off of my erection and then just… of fuck… she just rammed herself back down on me.

 

I'm not going to lie, it feels good. I swear to God it felt so good for her to do this. I mean, when I thought that she wouldn't want the missionary position all the way I knew, damn, I just knew, that she would be fucking amazing whenever she decided she wanted to be on top. And she is.

 

She must be lying about not practicing on anyone. Because seriously, she knows just when to contract and loosen her body around me. I can feel every spiral of heat as it shoots through my cock and into every other part of my body. This is fucking insanity.

 

“Rukia…” I growled her name and tugged at her hips even harder. God, I knew I was close. I was going to come and I needed her to be with me when I did.

 

Dear god, I'm getting cornier by the second. “Needed her to be with me…” I sound like a soap opera star—you know, those types of guys with the falsely chiseled chests and the slicked back hair who gives off absolutely no sex appeal whatsoever to anyone under the age of fifty? Yeah, there is no fucking way in hell that I'm going to be like one of those guys. For one thing, I actually utilize the muscles I have, I do not put any type of gel in my hair, and finally… well, I just have sex appeal for all ages.

 

But yeah, the corny thing? It's fucking disgusting.

 

Then I hear her breathy moan above me and I open my eyes just a bit—hey, wait, when did I close them? Real men don't close their eyes during sex!—and watch her remove one of her hands from my chest only to reach down to our joined bodies and rub her clitoris feverishly.

 

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

 

There is only one reason that I know of that explains why some men like to watch girl-on-girl action, and it has to do with females knowing the exact spot to rub, touch, suck, or tease on another woman. For me, girl-on-girl doesn't do it. But watching Rukia rub her clitoris while still managing to ride me like a racehorse basically short circuited my brain.

 

I mean, I tried to hold off as long as I could but… damn, could you really blame me? The minute her visual stimuli combined with whatever the fuck she was doing with my body made me feel the lurching and expecting sensation that I knew would give me an orgasm in a matter of fucking seconds.

 

Then, when I felt her hot cunt squeezing around mine in an orgasm of her own I let loose. I released myself inside of her and gasped—yes, okay, I gasped, big whoop, let's see you try not to gasp if you ever get fucked by Rukia Kuchiki—as she practically milked me dry. Her body shook for what seemed like hours as she trembled in the after-effects of her orgasm.

 

Finally, when both of us were finished we simply sat there, panting. My breathing was hard and heavy as I just stared at her. My fucking god. She looked like some type of… this is going to sound cheesy but… she really did look like an angel. An outrageously hot, naked, sweating, panting, angel.

 

Of course she'd be the bad type of angel who's tempted by the devil—me—and after ages of fighting him off finally gives into her wildest temptation and fucks him senseless. She, the pure little angel that she was and me… the experienced mother fucking devil. Oh the seduction would be perfect. And after we were finished we'd be discovered and she'd be thrown out of her heavenly place to—

 

Oh fuck, I'm already thinking of sexual role playing games. Well… can you blame me? I mean, it's Rukia Kuchiki for Christ's sake!

 

Then she collapsed, right onto my chest. Her hot and shaking body was on top of mine.

 

I wouldn't have minded this as much as I actually did if my cock hadn't been inside of her still. This was a rather uncomfortable angle. So—while still holding her, I might add—I shifted her up a bit and pulled myself out of her. Damn, even then I didn't want to do that. She's just so fucking tight.

 

So we just stayed there—God knows for how long—just lying on the bed, trying to control our breathing, occasionally petting each others faces… you know, I guess just normal post-fucking stuff.

 

I'm pretty sure that during this entire time I should have been thinking something significant. Something really important. Like, how this was going to impact our partnership for the rest of her time here in the human world. Would we get married? Have babies? …Um… ew? What about my family? Would they mind if I just came home each day and had hot and violent sex with a person they barely knew? What about her tyrant, scary-as-fuck, brother? Would he ever find out about us?

 

Yeah, I probably should have been thinking about things like that. Except… the only thing that was actually running through my brain at the time was: I wonder how much time my cock needs before I can have sex with her again?

 

Hey, it wasn't the deepest thought I could have at the time but… well, considering that I'm a young man full of raging hormones I thought the question was quite apt to the situation at hand.

 

Oh, I was thinking that and: She had better not fall asleep. As well as: I am so not done with her yet.

 

Okay, so… three thoughts. I think that's pretty good.

 

Only I didn't get to say anything to her, because at that exact moment in time—during Thought Number One—her head shifted on my chest and she moved so her chin was resting right below my collarbone and her damnable sexy violet eyes were staring directly into mine.

 

“You had better not tell me,” she said in a quiet voice, well, it wasn't exactly quiet, it was more of a low voice. You know the type, it has a type of huskiness to it while still being dangerous and having that `disobey-me-and-I'll-cut-off-your-balls' type of threat. Yeah, that type of voice.

 

Oh, hang on, what was she saying?

 

“That this was `nothing.'”

 

“You had better not tell me…That this was `nothing.'”

 

Wow… um, furthest thing from my mind right now would be… the nothingness.

 

“This is not nothing.” I said almost immediately, fully aware that I had just used a fucking double negative in my fragmented sentence. Damn, I hate double negatives… and fragments. Too bad I use them all the time.

 

She quirked an eyebrow up. Fuck, I love it when she does that. Makes me think of her in that bunny suit… again.

 

“This,” I said, licking my dry lips—can't believe I'm so nervous. I mean, I had just fucked this girl/woman/thing… I shouldn't be nervous around her! “Is the furthest thing from nothing.”

 

She arched up a bit more until her arms were above my shoulders, her hands resting on the sheets on either side of my head, practically pinning me to the bed underneath her. Not that I minded or anything…

 

“So…” she began, wiggling her hips in a dangerously sexy fashion on mine, “When you first said it was `nothing…?'”

 

Oh… she wanted me to say I was wrong. Was that it? Feh, wouldn't happen in a million years. Never in a million years…

 

But wait. What if—what if… what if she wouldn't have sex with me again if I didn't admit that I was wrong. Oh shit.

 

I can just see myself now: coming home with her each and every day after a grueling time at school. I would walk into my room and immediately try to kiss her, pin her against the wall, do anything sexually motivated, but she'd just punch me in the face and tell me that everything was `off limits' until I admitted that I was wrong. I think that after a while without sex—maybe seventy two hours or so—I'd probably shrivel like a raisin and die.

 

I gave her my most evil scowl ever and sighed heavily before glaring at her and muttering, “I didn't mean it.”

 

Her other eyebrow came up and she smirked. “Good,” she bent down to nip at my bottom lip. “Because if you had said that again…” she nipped at my other lip and I felt her hand move up to grasp my dick. I almost groaned at how good it felt but—being the man that I am—didn't. “I would have had to…” her hand tightened around my cock and I choked in my throat. Um, ow. “Circumcise you.” She ended sweetly before kissing my lips and tugging on my dick sharply.

 

Wow… my eyes just watered.

 

“Got it?” She snarled into my ear, jerking on me once again.

 

“Yes!” I squeaked, tears forming in my currently un-manly eyes.

 

She immediately released me and rose up to straddle my body once again. “Good.” She said coyly, before starting to rock her hips onto mine.

 

I hissed in pleasure.

 

Oh yeah… this was going to be one long night.