Kagaku Ninja-Tai Gatchaman Fan Fiction ❯ Bruise of the Week ❯ Chapter 3

This was not the Princess he knew, the girl he worked with every day. That was his first thought. His second was how come he never noticed what was hidden beneath the t-shirt and jeans, or the uniform.

 

The third was that Mark was one lucky Eagle.

 

He was only dimly aware of her hand caressing it's way up his leg, to grasp his jeans around his knees and tug softly. He hunkered down in response to that tug, to be rewarded with her hand moving up his thigh, trailing over it to rest in the approximate spot where his own bruise was.

 

Mark, on the other hand, had moved behind Princess and was caressing her, his fingers running lightly under her breasts as he nibbled on the back of her neck.

 

Jason forced himself to look at the bruise on her breast - it was exactly as Mark had described it - a full handprint. “I meant the bruise,” he choked out.

 

She pouted. “That wasn't very complimentary, Jason. I've got a problem, though.”

 

So have I, he thought, as her hand caressed his thigh, and I bet my problem's bigger than yours.

 

“My problem,” she continued, “is that I don't believe that it's necessary Mark's hand. I need to compare.”

 

He dimly registered her grip changing, grasping the waistband of his jeans. He became aware of Mark's hand grabbing his other leg, but wasn't prepared for the sudden tug that propelled him into the water. As he spluttered to the surface he was confronted by his friends laughing at him.

 

“That wasn't nice,” he said finally, turning around until he was sitting on the ledge. He was surprised when he received a lapful of naked Swan, who kissed his cheek.

 

“No, it wasn't nice,” she said breathily. “But it was fun. And if we didn't pull you in, you'd be out of here. And that wouldn't be any fun at all,” she breathed into his ear before catching the lobe between white teeth. “Definitely no fun at all.”

 

He swallowed hard, not knowing quite what the deal here was, especially as Mark was continuing to nibble at her neck and caress her even as she writhed against him. He dimly became aware that Mark was rubbing himself against her as he went, and moaned as she dropped her head to Mark's shoulder, being rewarded by a deep kiss from her lover.

 

They broke their kiss and grinned at him. Princess rose to her knees, her breasts once again on display, this time with Mark's hand resting next to the bruise.

 

“So, Jason,” he said, “Mine or yours?”

 

Princess reached out and took Jason's hand, resting it next to Mark's. “They're about the same size,” she said. “It could be either.”

 

Jason moved his hand, caressing the soft skin, rubbing a finger over the taught nipple and was rewarded with a mewling sound from her. “If I say mine, I'll be in deep shit,” he said looking significantly at Mark.

 

Mark twists around and manages to get his mouth onto her breast, tongue teasing Jason's fingers in the process. “What on earth makes you think that?” he muttered

 

All Jason can do is moan. This wasn't his friends. Mark and Princess are both too inhibited to even contemplate what seems to be happening.

 

But then, he thought, didn't I just walk in on them screwing? Princess moved against him, rubbing herself against the bulge in his jeans. Mark is once again caressing her neck, licking and nibbling again, and she leans forward and puts an arm around Jason's neck, drawing him close and kissing him.

 

He's not going to turn this down. His own arms wrap around her, and he's surprised to find himself shifting, moving so his embrace includes Mark. Princess tastes so sweet as their tongues entangle, and the sounds she's making are going straight to his groin.

 

He lets himself go, kissing her with everything he has, allowing himself the luxury of caressing wet bare skin. He doesn't care if it's hers or Mark's - it's softness feels wonderful, and he's dimly aware of more than two hands caressing under his shirt.

 

Their kiss breaks, and her hands lift off his shirt, her mouth moves down and sharp teeth grasp one of his nipples, causing him to gasp at the sheer eroticism.

 

Mark's voice breaks the spell. “Well? Does he live up to his reputation?”

 

She grins naughtily. “The kissing part he does.” Then she leans into Mark, begging for and receiving another kiss from him. “Almost as good as you.”

 

“I beg your pardon!” bursts from Jason. “I've never heard stories going around about how good Mark is in bed!”

 

Mark looked pained. “That's because I don't fuck anybody who asks.”

 

“Mark!” Princess looks stricken, and Mark hastily pulls her away from Jason into a close embrace.

 

“You know what I mean, sweetheart.” He's babbling, and Jason felt touched at the obvious love that this pair have. Nauseated at the sap, but touched.

 

Mark caressed the damp hair of Princess' face. “If you want to stop, we can right now,” they both say simultaneously, and then laugh. Princess shakes her head.

 

“It wouldn't be fair on poor Jason. We can't leave him in the state he's in.”

 

“No,” murmured Jason. “Please don't do that. I'd be crippled for life.”

 

“Idiot.”

 

Jason was distracted as Princess moved back onto his lap. This time, though, she unfastens his jeans. His hiss of breath as the cool water hits his freed erection causes Princess to lean forward and gently kiss him again. Then, she's moving further onto his lap.

 

“Just enjoy this, Jason.” She rubs herself against him, and he tries to enter her, but she pulls away. “Not yet. Not here.”

 

“I'm giving the orders here, Jason. Don't you forget it,” put in Mark as he moved closer to Princess.

 

Suddenly, Jason realised what was happening, and tried to grasp the fact that Mark was going to fuck Princess whilst she was sitting in his lap.

 

As Mark entered her from behind, he pushed her harder onto Jason's erect cock, and Jason could feel him in her. He thrust against her, reaching again for his friends, to caress and touch their skin.

 

He could feel every thrust, and the delicious friction of her pussy against his erect cock was mind numbing. He could see Mark's blue eyes darken with lust and hear his moans combine with Princess. Mark was kissing her neck again (what was he? A vampire?), and Princess arms were raised, caressing his head, the action raising those lovely breasts out of the water. Jason leaned down and feasted as he thrust mindlessly.

 

The woman in his lap turned so that she could put one arm around each of her lovers, and they supported her with their own embrace.

 

In this position, Mark could kiss her thoroughly, and Jason felt intoxicated anew by the wildness in that kiss.

 

He couldn't last long under this onslaught, and he bit down on her breast as he felt his balls draw up into him with that tightness that signalled immanent orgasm.

 

Her cry was of arousal, as well as pain, and she thrust herself against him harder, Mark's thrusts also increasing until all three were crying out with the agony of their ecstasy.

 

Mark climaxed first, his thrusts becoming wilder and wilder and his cry as he came echoed around the room, it's wildness recalling the bird of his alter-ego. Jason joined with his own cry, exultant and triumphant as he thrust against her. The whirling water carrying away his evidence.

 

Princess screamed her release, and Jason wondered how they had managed to keep their secret if they were this loud normally. Her green eyes were half shut in ecstasy and her pink tongue lapped at her lips, before Mark caught that mouth with his own, once again claiming her completely, drawing her away from the replete Jason.

 

It took the two of them long minutes to come down from their plateau, and Jason had spent the time watching them with some awe. He also had a feeling that this encounter was far from over.