July 18, 2010 - Happy Harbor, RI
Mt. Justice
20:04:23
“Thanks again for taking care of cleaning up, Connor!” M’gann said brightly as she brought the last of the dishes to the sink in the kitchen. Connor took them with a smile, a pair of yellow gloves on his hands and a towel thrown over his shoulder.
“Happy to help, especially since you cooked for us.”
“Well, I appreciate it regardless. I’m headed for bed, its been a looong day.” M’gann said and stretched her back, which popped audibly but in the wrong timbre that a human’s would. She froze, her eyes darting around, and she whispered “You didn’t hear that.” and beat a swift retreat to her room.
Connor’s eyes narrowed as he followed her retreating rear, her maroon mini skirt swaying with her steps. After she disappeared around the corner, he simply shrugged and went back to washing dishes.
“Must be a Martian thing.”
“What’s a Martian thing?” Came a voice at his elbow, startling him and making him drop the plate he was washing in the sudsy water of the sink.
“JESUS CHRIST!” He shouted, turning to glare at a smirking Walli, leaning on the counter beside him, as she munched on the last of the garlic bread from dinner.
The team had spent a long afternoon training, sans Robin, much to Black Canary’s satisfaction when she finally got done dealing with the authorities. She informed them Twister was on his way to Belle Reve to await trial, and that it was a rough place for someone who was mundane without their weapon. Afterwards, they broke for dinner and M’gann had declared she would make dinner for the four of them, to make up for the Cookie Incident. She had made a very delightful spaghetti and meatballs, with salads and garlic bread from scratch.
She’s actually a pretty good cook… and of human food. Maybe she watched a lot of cooking shows from Earth. I wonder what Martian cuisine is like? And what has a bug up Walli’s ass…
“Can you not do that?” He said sharply, fishing the plate out of the water and inspecting it for chips.
“Do what? Ask a friendly question? Has anyone ever told you that you’re high strung?” Walli asked innocently.
Glowering at her as he washed and rinsed the dish, Connor answered after putting it aside on the stack of plates to be dried.
“No, no one ever told me I was high strung before I started hanging with a ninja-detective and a speedster. Very little got my strings high before that.” He said acidly.
Seeing he was genuinely annoyed, her smirk fell and she rubbed the back of her head, and straightened.
“Sorry. I was just trying to be, uh, fun.”
Raising an eyebrow, he continued washing and let her stew.
“Well, you know what’s really fun?”
“No, what?”
“Helping out. You can start on drying them. AT REGULAR SPEED, thank you.” He reminded her just as her hands began to blur towards the dishes.
“Ah jeez, you’re worse than Dad! What’s the point of having superspeed if you have to do chores at regular speed.” Walli complained bitterly, but slowed down and began drying the dishes.
“Fewer broken plates is the point.” He responded as Walli rolled her eyes.
“Such Dad energy.” She shot back, which made Connor start to roll his eyes, before stopping and glancing at Walli, who tried to conceal her laughter. Then he caught her giggles, and they were both laughing.
“So… any plans for tonight?” Walli asked after they caught their breath.
“Probably heading for bed. M’gann’s right, it was a long day.” He answered.
“Oh.” Walli said, and he glanced at her as she dried. She was wrestling with trying to say something.
“Why? Did you?” He asked, curious what she was driving at.
“Oh! Uh, well, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight and watch a movie or something?” She said, not making eye contact.
He stared at her sidelong, his brain processing in multiple universes at once.
Is she trying to get in my pants? She didn’t go for an excuse like that at her place. But then we were sleeping in the same bed. She just initiated things. Wait, backwards world. She’s the guy in this! Walli totally wants to ‘watch a movie’, and throw an arm over my shoulders, and…
He began to blush as he looked down at the last of the dishes he was washing.
She told M’gann we were ‘friends with benefits’. He thought a little heatedly.
Are we? I think we might be. We never finished our talk at the mall. We are friends, and we did have a lot of benefits. I definitely like the benefits, and the friend. But do I ‘like’ like her?
His silence stretched, and he realized the awkwardness he had created. Connor started to panic, unsure of what he should do, his course uncertain while the weight of his silence increased. Walli looked frustrated, and as she opened her mouth he preempted whatever she was about to say and blurted out the first thing that popped into his head.
“Do you want to have sex?”
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Connor’s back hit the sliding doors of his bedroom, and his right hand fumbled for the door controls. Walli was aggressively kissing him, trying to shove her tongue down his throat, despite the 2” he had on her. Her hands were under his shirt, roaming across his chest, while his left crushed her against him and fondled her ass.
Suddenly his blind groping triggered the door and he stumbled back towards his bed, Walli practically riding him like a stallion to the paddock. His knees hit the bedboard and he let her bear him down onto it. Now with both hands free, he cupped her ass cheeks and luxuriated in their firm, toned warmth. As he kneaded them, she moaned into his mouth, which only encouraged him more. Her questing fingers tweaked his nipples, which made him start, and she giggled at his reaction. Then she traced her fingers down to the hem of his shirt and tugged it up, breaking their kiss finally to tug it over his head.
Seeing him barechested, she gave a little shiver of delight as she looked down at him, panting and with a little saliva strand dangling from her lips. Her eyes were feverish with lust, and looked at him hungrily. He was more than a little intimidated by her lust, he was simply unprepared for a woman to be this into him.
It’s nice… weird, but nice.
Walli bent over at the waist, and began planting kisses on his neck, her warm breath featherlight on his skin. Feeling exposed but also doted on, he simply let her proceed. The trail of wet kisses grew cold as her warm mouth traveled south, kissing each of his abs, which gave him a thrill. Her hands cupped his bulge, his dick hardening quickly under her ministrations. She took hold of his belt when her kisses reached the top of his pelvis, and she undid it and his jeans as she planted one last kiss on his abdomen, right above the root. She tugged his pants down to his knees, revealing the musky bulge of his manhood, packaged in his red trunks.
He kicked off his jeans with a little help, and then Walli simply buried her face in his bulge and inhaled his musk. Her warm breath made his cock twitch and she laughed softly as she began to rub it over his trunks. Connor moaned at the warmth and her touch, and she began experimenting with what grip and movement made him especially sensitive. He enjoyed it and her fascination with it, but he grew impatient. So he tugged his trunks down himself, revealing his stiffening pole right in her face. Her breath caught when she saw it, and its length nearly slapped her in the face before she took hold of it. Now his breath hitched as her warm hand enveloped his shaft.
Walli smiled up at him at his reaction, and ever so slowly began to stroke him, and he groaned.
“Ohhh, I think somebody missed me.” She teased, each word a warm exhalation against his cock that made it twitch. Her other hand fondled his balls, and he wiggled his trunks down his thighs, thrusting slightly as he did so. She enthusiastically assisted, jerking him and fondling his balls with enthusiasm now. Her smaller, warm and swift hands felt so much better than his own, but he wanted to still more.
“Ugh, yes, I missed you. But somebody missed you more…” He teased back, gripping his cock at the base and angling it towards her pretty mouth. Seeing his intent, she chuckled and opened her mouth, enveloping the head in her warm and willing mouth. He groaned again, much louder, and she hummed with laughter which only made him twitch more. Slowly, laboriously, she began to suck his cock, taking more and more into her mouth with each bob. Gently, he put his hands on her head and tangled his fingers in her red hair. The emerald eyes looking up at him as she sucked him enchanted him utterly. They twinkled with lust and laughter.
She blew him slowly, taking her time, wetting every inch of his manhood with her saliva. Occasionally she broke her suction, much to his disappointment, to plant kisses up and down the shaft, lap at the head, and to suck his testicles into her mouth. Each alternative was more invigorating than the last, and he gripped her more firmly. He started thrusting into her mouth with each descent, making her gag slightly, but she gamely kept going. Her mouth and throat were a warm, wet vise, aided by her stroking and kneading hands.
Soon, he felt his climax coming on and had to tap on her head to slow her down. She simply smiled, and backed off from trying to deep throat him. This time when she broke contact, several thick strands of her saliva linked her to his cock and he shuddered at how erotic the sight was. Walli smiled and wiped her mouth, and got up on her knees.
“Ready for the main course, babe?” She asked seductively (or what she probably thought was seductively), as she lifted her shirt off, exposing her trim torso and the perfect handfuls of her breasts, tucked into a pastel yellow sports bra. She pulled that off and exposed her pale, freckled breasts and pink nipples. Then she stood on the bed, and dropped her shorts and panties unceremoniously to her ankles. She locked eyes with him as she kicked them away as he saw her naked in all her pale and freckled glory. They hadn’t exposed themselves like this before, most of their prior coupling desperate and under the covers. But no one was going to interrupt them here, so they took their time to enjoy each other.
Connor’s eyes trailed up and down Walli’s wiry runner’s physique, noting the darker tan lines where her shorts and t-shirts didn’t cover, against the paleness of her natural skin. The contrast fascinated him, but not as much as the hot mess between her legs. Her ginger bush was dark and matted with her juices, and she idly rubbed herself as she drank in the sight of him. He stroked himself as well, preparing himself for the main event and eager to begin it. With a nod, Walli stepped forward and began to kneel, bringing their groins closer together.
She knelt over him and took hold of his member, angling it towards her dripping twat. Questions suddenly occurred to him but Walli was a woman on a mission and she went straight for the kill. Lowering herself onto him, she angled his cock against her pussy and lined him up, and then dropped down.
In a blazing instant, all his worries and questions vanished, washed away in the hot, wet grip of her sex. They moaned together as she buried him in herself to the root, and held there for a moment. Connor felt like his brain was overloading, melting with every nerve awash in the scorching wetness of her sex. His hands crawled up her thighs and hips, grabbing at her sides and ass. For her part, Walli looked like she couldn’t catch her breath, sitting still on him, trying to adjust to his length and girth. But the pleasure inside her was too great for him, and he started thrusting up into her to get the friction he craved.
Walli hiccuped as his first thrust went home, invading her deepest places. Then it came again, and again, and she moaned. Taking his meaning, she raised herself up a bit and brought her ass back down, clapping against his groin and balls.
He shouted wordlessly, and in response thrust up into her hard enough she rose up off his dick and slid back down just from gravity. The thrust was met by another downward drop from Walli, meeting with another clap. They began to find a rhythm, groaning in pleasure with each collision. Walli’s pussy was a tropical swamp, and he felt her wetness coat his pelvis and drip down his balls. She was a gusher, and he liked it. Every thrust and drop came together with a wet smack. The audio feedback, her moans, the slaps as they connected, it drove him wild and made him want more and more.
Not to mention the sensation of her molten wetness around his cock.
This is the best thing I have ever felt! We should have been doing this every night! He thought desperately. Blow jobs were nothing compared to this.
Walli was panting, breath catching with each thrust that brought them together to collide. She seemed to be working to her own climax, he was glad to see, because he could already feel his approaching. Connor felt he should warn her, so he did.
“I’m close!” It came out a strangled cry, and she grinned at him and sped up her bouncing on him. He held onto her hips as she rode him into ecstasy.
“Yes. Yes. Yes! Cum for me babe, cum for me. Oh my god, cum for me!” She demanded as she rode him faster and faster, outpacing his thrusts as his brain shut down, unable to deal with the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. He tried desperately to hold back, for his pride, to outlast her. But she saw his holding back which only encouraged her to go harder and faster. Soon his orgasm was coming, whether he was happy with his own performance.
“Hngh! Cumming!” He shouted the warning, reaching up to grab her around the waist and hug her to him as he thrust into her, blasting ropes of cum into her pussy.
The announcement and sensation pushed her over the edge, and she slammed down one final time on him, twitching and moaning as she bent around their connection. They both felt the blasts of his seed shooting into her, and they sighed as one as they felt the sticky mess impact within her. Connor breathed out a long breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and Walli pitched forward, face first into his chest, with him still plugging her hole. Her breath warmed his cooling, sweat soaked skin.
They nestled together, skin to skin, basking in the afterglow as one.
Walli mumbled something into his chest as his heart rate slowly dropped.
“What was that?” He asked, distractedly.
“I said, pretty good benefits, huh?”