Forbidden Fruit

Forbiden Fruit 

Her hands ran over his naked chest, the finely chiselled details rising and falling under her timid touch. Her hands rose over his scarred abdomen, over his pecs, brushing his pink nipples ever so slightly. Ger touch was so timid, gentle; a complete 180 from her usual personality, but then again, this wasn't their normal situation.

Frank wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or the loneliness that had come with the job, or the way her shirt clung to her beautiful body. Or, correction, the way her shirt -had- clung to her beautiful body. I t had been discarded into a pile, along with his clothing, leaving him and his unlikely partner in only their under garments, come to think about it, maybe it was the way her breasts were trapped under that black sports bra, or the way the strap of her panties curled in a perfect manner over her smooth hip. What ever it was, it was better than any drug, any adrenaline rush, he had ever had. It felt like Heaven.

He felt her hot breath run down the centre of his chest, teasing and tasting the skin with quick flicks of her pink tongue. It dragged slowly in circles, in and out of the deep crevices made my scars long since healed and the natural geography of his body, kept in shape out of necessity rather than vanity.

Frank closed his eyes, pushing his shoulders down into the mattress beneath him and his lover, arching his rock hard erection into her flat stomach. A moan of desire escaped his dry lips as she sucked his skin into her mouth.

Her tongue teased and flicked o ver the flesh as she bit down and sucked harder, surely tomorrow morning there would be a purple bruise. Not that she hadn't done this before, and not that she hadn't enjoyed it. The first time they had been together, she had left gouges in his back from her own pleasure, her nails digging into his skin so deeply that he had bled. He remembered the feeling and waited with anticipation for this second chance at that young, lithe body that was teasing him. Another moan.

She tugged his boxers away from his body, kissing her way lower down his body. Gently Frank caressed the back of her head, running his hands through her short, red hair as she began to perform fellatio on him, taking his rigid penis into her hot mouth.

It was at this point Frank was woken up from his fantasy. His hands moved away from the head of the stranger he had met in a bar that night, though he let her keep working on his member. Just because the fantasy was ruined, didn't mean he still couldn't get off. All the more reason that he should get off, now that he lost the mental picture.

He put his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. She wasn't his fantasy girl, no, not by far. Sure, she was tall, pale, thin, with short red hair, but she wasn't her. Her eyes were green, dark green, not ice blue. Not those piercing, haunting ice blue eyes. She wasn't Vendetta. Not by a long shot...

A groan rose from deep in his throat as he shot his load right in the woman's mouth. He smirked to himself as the girl got up, disgusted with him and spat it out on the floor. Jade would have taken something either very pointed, or very large, and done something very uncomfortable, and probably painful, if he had done that to her... Mental note...

She left the room, Frank heard the door close behind her. 'Good for her,' he thought to himself, rolling onto his side and wrapped the top blanket around his body. The hotel room was empty now, devoid of anything human.

Like him...

Like her...

Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? For most of the time he hated her, and she hated him with just as much passion, often more. He groaned and turned on to his back, looking at the ceiling again. He let the thoughts drift away as he moved into an unpeaceful sleep, the words of his inner mantra starting to float back to him...

No capes, no masks, no mercy.

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