Putting The Ass In Sass

[cherry1]

Raven’s eyes remained open for a moment as the shock of what was happening washed over her. That certainly shut her up. Unsure of how to proceed, her mind was racing, and her heart almost stopped. Leaving her unable to articulate a single thought. She barely moved, not quite kissing him back before he suddenly moved away. That’s when she felt it. The absence of him and her longing for more. It was almost difficult for her to admit how goddamn good it felt. “Talking is overrated." Her hands were hovering in the air around his shoulders, as their bodies were still so close. So while she remained speechless she reacted the only way she knew how in the confused state she was in. And that was by slapping him across the face. Instinct. It wasn’t very hard but it was hard enough to put some distance between them.

There was a pause in that moment that seemed to last forever, as her breath hitched. She finally weighed her options in the span of what was probably a fraction of a second. One, she could tell him to leave, which knowing Bellamy, he would probably oblige. Two, she could leave, pretend like this didn’t happen, like he didn’t just kiss her so hard it left her speechless. Or…three. The most reckless of the choices and the one she should probably definitely not choose. But right here, right now, Raven didn’t care. She pushed everyone away, it’s what she did best. But maybe just this once, she didn’t have to. Because even if it wasn’t real. It sure as hell felt real. And she needed that right now. Looking at Bellamy in that moment, she guessed he probably did too.

Without a word, Raven pulled him by his collar, kissing him, hard, her body pressing into his. Letting her lips part so he would know how much she wanted this, god needed this too. There wasn’t much tenderness in her actions. It was sloppy and angry and desperate but it didn’t matter. Biting his lower lip, she raked her hands through his hair pulling it softly, and impatiently. But impatient for what, she wasn’t quite sure yet.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't know how Raven was going to react to this, which was partly why he had pulled away when he did. To try and gage her reaction. To determine whether she was going to yell at him, walk away, or reciprocate. What happened next began to explain it. He felt the sting of her hand across his face, his head turned to the side, keeping it there as he clenched his jaw from the attack. A slap in the face . . . literally. His expression was unchanged, unapologetic for his actions. He didn't regret them. What was regret even? She may not have responded well to it but he wasn't going to apologize. He had gone for it; a desire to feel something apart from pain. That was the greater motivation behind his actions rather than shutting her up -- though it certainly was an added bonus. He knew that now should be the time to walk away, but something kept him grounded.

Something kept him in place. What occurred after the slap explained it. She pulled his collar and crushed her lips against his. The action was one he immediately responded to. Her parter lips gave him ease of access to her, slipping her tongue between them to explore her mouth, quenching his burning thirst with her delicious taste. Her bite on his bottom lip caused him to breathe heavily amidst the kiss, the mixture of pleasure and pain only fueling his heated desire for her. For more. Her hands running through his hair -- an action that he always enjoyed -- made it impossible to idly stand here and not let things progress.

His mouth moved against hers with fervent desire and need; a hunger like that of a man starved to the brink of death. His hands went to her waist to turn her, so that she was against the rover, her lower body only against it since the design of the car did not support back. But it didn't matter. He wasn't thinking of such logistics. He'd find a way to make it work. Firstly, he needed to touch her more than he already was, and with that need in mind, his hands went to the bottom of her shirt and started to lift it up over her head with a sense of urgency that went along with the entire pace of their actions.

[cherry1]

Raven stopped thinking and just reacted. Her actions in sync with his. When he moved she moved, and it felt good, really damn good. It was finally offering her an outlet for all the pent up rage and anger she’d been bottling up. Rising to the surface it overflowed and she poured every ounce of it into the kiss. But soon it wasn’t enough. She needed more and Bellamy it seemed had the same idea. Helping him take off her shirt, Raven hastily pulled her hair tie, throwing it away to let her hair free. She always preferred it that way. Desperately she pulled Bellamy’s jacket off, kissing his exposed neck inch by inch before tossing it to the ground, allowing her teeth to graze over his pulse point then proceeding to move back up to his mouth, her tongue teasing his lips before finally giving in to desire.

One hand steadying herself on the hood of the car she broke contact with him. Immediately feeling the loss she quickly used his shoulders as an anchor and seated herself right at the edge of the car. Seeking his lips out again Raven hooked a couple fingers around a belt loop of his trousers, pulling his hips against hers. The contact forced her to outwardly groan into the kiss, but it only heightened her desire for more contact, her need for him. The new position offered her height over him, giving her the upper hand in whatever this was. She was in control now and loving every moment of it. Fumbling with his belt buckle she tried to pull it off but failed, her hands clumsy in the heat of the moment. Groaning again but this time in frustration she instead concentrated on an easier task, pulling his own shirt over his head. Craving the moment skin would finally meet skin.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Once Raven's shirt was off, he tossed it carelessly to the side, uncaring as to where it landed. His large hands ran over her petite frame, the familiar softness of her skin such a pleasurable sensation. While this was not their first time engaging in such physical intimacy . . . it may as well have been, considering the intensity of his need for her. When he felt her tug at his jacket, he lowered his arms to help the tease, allowing it to join her shirt in its unknown whereabouts on the floor. The feeling of her teeth, her lips, her tongue . . . every way she touched him, made him want more. He kissed her in return with a fervent hunger, as if he had been starved his entire life.

He breathed into the kiss at her fingers on his trousers, so near his already sensitive and aching region. It didn't take long for her fingers to toy at the buckle once she was positioned on the hood of the car. But it was to no avail. And that was quite alright, for Bellamy was far more distracted with her own body right now. He lifted his arms, the contact of their lips breaking as she pulled off his shirt, but the feeling of their bodies pressed together was worth that breaking of their mouths.

His hands moved to the clasp of her bra, undoing it with ease as he dropped it to the ground. He moved her legs so that they were on either side of his waist, allowing him to position himself comfortably between her. He titled her back a little, his mouth capturing one of her twins as he suckled it hungrily, his tongue and teeth nipping and teasing the area. One hand skimmed down to the fastening of her pants as he began to undo them, a muffled groan of pleasure emiting from his throat as he continued to work his mouth against her chest, and work his hands to open her pants and proceed to slide them down.

[cherry1]

The intensity grew with each passing second that Raven thought she might burst. Their actions were frantic, desperate. It was no secret they were using each other’s bodies to satisfy selfish needs, to feel that closeness and intimacy they so greatly lacked in their lives. If only for one night. She craved the pleasure of feeling wanted. But that wasn’t necessarily bad. There was no pretence, no need to lie about why they were both here with each other. It’s what made this work, at least for now. She didn’t owe him anything. 

With one hand Raven held on to the nape of his neck for dear life when he moved his mouth to her chest. The other hand behind her keeping herself steady and allowing him better access. A small involuntary moan falling from her lips at his actions. It forced her to lose some of her control to him. Something she would normally be more concerned with. His lips, tongue and teeth leaving her chest sensitive to each touch and the rest of her wanting more. She was losing herself in him, a small part of her feeling like he was winning whatever this was. A little of her competitive nature wanting to undo him the way he was undoing her, as if it was some kind of challenge. Raven tightened her legs around his him, instinctively rocking her hips against his. The contact of his growing arousal at the junction of her thighs provided momentary satisfaction, only to be instantly replaced by her growing need for more.

She let out a small gasp as he moved his hands to her pants, already sensitive with growing anticipation despite not yet removing them. Having more luck undoing them than she did, he slid them down her thighs, his mouth still on her chest leaving her head drunk with the pleasure. She remembered him being good the first time around, but not this damn good.

The pants halfway down her thighs, Raven quickly stopped, pulling away from him slightly. “Wait,” she said, panting and promptly placing her hand on top of his, pausing his movements. It was the first word she’d said to him since he kissed her. But she had good reason to stop or at least pause their actions. Slowly Raven directed his hand towards undoing the clasps on her brace. She would never have put it on if she’d expected to take it off so soon, but then how could she have expected this. It sobered her up slightly as she avoided his gaze. This hadn’t been there the first time around. Taking advantage of the moment, she instead took another attempt at undoing Bellamy’s own pants, obviously trying to take the attention off her own state. More successful this time, Raven couldn’t help but smirk as she lowered them, her hands slowly moving down his backside. Taking smug satisfaction as she finally got to gently squeeze the behind she’d always secretly admired.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

A muffled groan emitted from Bellamy when she tightened her legs around him, rocking her hips. The sound was only muffled due to what his mouth was currently occupied with . . . but damn. Her actions were only intensifying his already growing ache for her. Which, she probably damn well knew. It made his actions more urgent, more need driven. The painful extent of this need becoming too much to make himself remain distracted from entering her. With having been able to pull her pants down though, it wouldn't be too much longer until he could satisfy what his body was demanding.

But the anticipation started to dwindle when she suddenly stopped them. He regrettably but surely, unlatched his lips from her and drew his head back, looking at her through heavily lidded eyes. Did she want to stop? He couldn't exactly blame her. What was happening was an intense over load of . . . emotion he supposed. Transformed into passion. Whatever the hell this was. His mind quickly fled to what he had told Raven the first time, saying he wasn't the kind of guy to talk her off the ledge -- though those words had been an out for her. Should he have been more composed now to say the same thing?

But when she reached down for her brace, he understood. He just remained silent, watching her, wishing that she didn't have to endure such an injury. At the hands of Murphy no less. And why? Because he wanted him dead? There was nothing he could say in this moment. She was no weaker because of this. Raven was still and always would be one of the strongest people he knew . . . and that, was what he always found most damn attractive about her. There was no look of sympathy on his features. Only longing intent, as if waiting to see how she wanted to proceed. Did this dare break the heat of passion they had thrown themselves into at each other? His unspoken question was soon answered, for she began to undo his pants. His eyes remained completley fixated on her face, watching that determination.

His tongue ran over his lips, distracted by his gaze when he felt the sensation of her hands grip his behind. He took a deep breath from the arousing feeling it had. The moment was not broken. Thankfully. Because Bellamy was far from finished. He leaned forward, crushing his lisp against hers once more, gently nipping her bottom lip in the process. It didn't take long to find that mindless sea of desire and return to the objective of getting her undressed.

With her pants off, he pulled down her undewear as well, uncaring as to where it landed on the ground. His finger skimmed along the folds of her skin, his tongue exploring her mouth while he teased her center with his finger, stroking her, pressing against that single pressure point of pleasure within her, without giving her enough to find any sort of release. He wanted her to be mindless with need, and eventual pleasure. He wanted to make sure that she wasn't thinking about anything else right now . . . not even her leg.

[cherry1]

She dared to look up at him as she pushed his pants to the floor, fearing what she would find. Disgust, regret or worst of all pity? But instead she found that same desire and need, reflecting what she knew was in her own eyes. The knowledge that he still wanted her, like this, granted her the confidence she needed to continue down this path. She was already so far gone, it wasn’t like she had any choice. Her body craved his more than she would care to admit, and it didn’t take long for them to resume. Her response to his kiss was feverish and desperate, with every lick, tasting him. Letting go of any shame or insecurity she pressed her body up against his chest as his fingers burned a trail down her body to the junction of her thighs until they finally reached their destination, removing her underwear.

She was already almost embarrassingly wet before he even started. Sucking in a breath at the movement of his fingers, her hands gripped his shoulders. Each stroke, every bit of pressure left her moaning into the kiss and panting for more. The pleasure overwhelmed her, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough and he knew it. Breaking the kiss she gasped nuzzling into his neck. “Bellamy,” his name left her lips in the form of a pleading moan. It would be embarrassing if she had any room in her head to even feel embarrassed. Raven squeezed her eyes shut with every sensation. Her teeth dug into his shoulder as he pressed against her centre again…and again…and again.

The damn bastard was teasing her, overrunning her senses just enough to leave her squirming for more. It was driving her crazy. She rolled her hips again craving more friction, but knowing that alone wouldn’t satisfy her. Only one thing would. Running her teeth against his lip once more just to regain some control, she reached in front of her, moving her hand from his abdomen down to the V of his hips, her eyes on his the whole time. Ever so slowly she moved her hand over his length, glancing down and biting her lip. Stroking it once, twice…teasing him the same way he teased her, as she picked up the pace slightly with every caress. “I need you,” she whispered, nipping at his ear lobe. And she meant it on every level, physically and emotionally, it was a moment of vulnerability that maybe she'd later regret. But in that moment, in this place, with Bellamy, there was nowhere else she would rather be.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

The way she said his name was enough to send a wave of pleasure through his entire body. The unguarded tone in which she spoke, a rare occurrence for both of them but one that he more than welcomed right now. It only encouraged his actions, moving his finger within her, skimming her bodacious figure. When he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder, he deeply inhaled, the pleasure outweighing any potential pain. Hell, he even wanted more. It felt incredible, that mixture of both making him desire her more . . . if that was even possible at this point.

She was doing just about everything to leave him in a state of mindless need. Her skillful mouth, her hips rolling against him . . . and then her hand. Her expert hand starting to stroke him. The second it touched his member, he sharply inhaled, pausing his own actions for a moment, as he just basked in what she was doing to him, intensifying his already growing ache for her. The relief she provided was minimal, because he needed more. But the way she touched him, the pace she moved at . . . the warmth of her hand on his hardened member . . . it was getting to be too much. It felt too damn good.

Her words were the final straw, for while everything she did turned him on, her words made it impossible to just stay in this position. Regrettably pulling his lips from her breast, he nudged her head so that he could align his own to hers, ravenously kissing her. His hand abruptly pulled out of her and fell between them to push her hand away. Instead, he guided himself to her and moved her back a bit to find the best position . . . before he finally thrust inside of her.

The action was enough to heavily exhale in pleasure, no longer kissing her but keeping his mouth against her own. His chest heaved at the feeling of her warmth as it engrossed him. It had been so long since they had done this, and it fulfilled a burning craving for he he hadn't been aware he had . . . until now. He allowed a few moments for her to adjust to his size and the feeling of him, before he pushed into her again, eliciting another breathy grunt, muffled as he kissed her chin, slightly nipping the feature.

[cherry1]

Raven let out an unashamed guttural moan as he finally entered her. Her back arched as a wave of ecstasy flooded her threatening to burst. She could barely breathe when he filled her, her face twisting with pleasure, as he finally satisfied that need, that desire to feel him, all of him on every inch of her skin. Her nails dug into his shoulder, it would probably leave a mark, but Raven couldn’t bring herself to care right now. Slowly, she began to move, her hips rocking against his as he moved deeper inside her with every thrust. She barely allowed herself to think that this was Bellamy beneath her fingers. Bellamy Blake, a friend she respected and cared about deeply. No, here now he was strong, skilful Bellamy who expertly wrought damn near every bit of pleasure from her body until she couldn't breathe.

The hot hard grinding of their bodies still wasn’t enough for her. She needed more, faster…deeper. “Ah…Harder,” she gasped, picking up the pace of their rocking hips, desperately trying to find that rhythm, that sweet spot that would always tear her apart. It was the only word she could articulate with her thoughts in fragments. Barely able to string together a sentence. Kissing him again, sloppy and desperate, she craved the contact. Riding him, all thoughts of her leg disappeared. The only thing in her mind now was the satisfaction of pleasing the desperate ache she felt deep in her skin, her very bones...and between her legs

There was no tenderness in their actions, it was all rough and filled with hunger, for just a few moments of feeling like the world wasn’t going to consume them. Like the ground wasn’t as bad and scary as it actually was. And like they weren’t actually both so desperately alone. “Keep...up…Blake” she moaned with a smirk, hidden in the crook of his neck, the words coming out more breathless and and less composed than she’d hoped. Her tongue instead tasting the beads of sweat forming there now from their almost frantic actions. One hand steadying herself across his shoulders, while the other scratched down his back to reach his backside, pulling his hips towards hers as she ground into him again, groaning at the contact.


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[Bellamy Blake]

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whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He had almost forgotten, just how damn good it felt to be inside of her. The warmth that her body provided; that feeling of being complete. The way her skillful actions intensified the pleasure that consumed every part of his being. She rocked against him, meeting each of his own thrusts with such ease, it was as if this was not the mere second time they had been together. It was as if they had done this dozens of times, with how perfectly in sync they were able to fall into this steady rhythm. Her encouraging words, ones he was desperate to comply with. Harder.

He was often one who enjoyed learning what his partner liked, and how they liked it. Right now though . . . it was just about that desperate need. A feral one almost. That left him in a frenzied state of that required satisfaction; that desperate search for euphoric bliss. So that they could feel something -- anything -- other than pain. Just as she consumed his body with pleasure, she robbed his mind of thought. And he was loving every second of it. She rocked faster against him, and her teasing words posed the challenge of keeping up. He would have smirked had he not been set on occupied his mouth with some part of her. "Speak for yourself," he teased back before putting his words into action. She was getting the best of him, and well, he couldn't say it was a bad thing. Not at all. Especially not with the way she pushed them closer together, her hand on his back side.

He groaned with the sheer pleasure of it, before pulling her hand away and pressing it against the car. Hell, he pressed her entire body against it, using his weight to keep her pinned on it, the front of his chest pressed against hers as he leaned over her. He thrust into her, again, and again, no longer allowing for time to adjust. His mouth tugged at the skin of her neck, bitting against it to muffle the breathy grunts that only just maanged to escape a little. One hand fell between them, further expanding her core, touching her near where his own member engaged in repeated actions, the stab and pull of it growing quicker, stronger, deeper. His whole body, now dampened with sweat, felt as if it was on fire, in the best way possible.

[cherry1]

She almost laughed at his response as he took the teasing words in stride. But she didn’t have time to before he pinned her body against the car with his own pressed hard against her. He was taking control, dominating her body the way she always liked to. But in this case Raven really didn’t mind. It was exhilarating, this…push and pull of power between them as he slammed into her body. Forcing every breath to come out as the most obscene moan each time he pushed into her, as deep as he could go. And he sure didn’t disappoint. Taking her direction to heart. “Ah,” her face twisted almost as if she was in pain. “Yes.” She couldn’t help but say when he brought his hand between them pressing against her. Her body involuntarily arching up into his. It was all she could do not to cry out from the sheer pleasure of it, the friction it added between their hot and sweating bodies.

With one hand pinned against the car, she used her other to rake her nails down his body, definitely leaving a mark this time. She felt the pressure building in her core as she tightened around him, she was so close, each hard and fast thrust bringing her nearer to completion and the earth shattering orgasm she knew their actions would bring. It wasn’t even about that. She was enjoying every second of it and Raven didn’t want it to end.

But with that thought, her body had other ideas, seeking that high. With her one healthy leg wrapped around him she pushed even tighter against his waist as she shifted beneath him, changing the angle. With the hand that possibly drew blood down his back she met his own between their bodies, directing it to exactly where it needed to go to wring the most pleasure out of her. Meeting every push with frantic need, more urgent, faster, harder…. “I’m almost…” she began, unable to finish the words. Biting down on his shoulder to muffle the groan instead as the pleasure ripped through her entire body. She tensed beneath him, tightening around his length inside her as she just rode wave after wave of it hitting her with every thrust.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

God her moans of pleasure. Each sound that fell from her lips. The way her body reacted. It turned Bellamy on even more -- as if that was possible at this point. It most certainly fueled his actions, that much was for sure. Each thrust more vigorous, more need driven, thrusting his cock in and out of her with maddening desire. He wanted to hear her, he wanted to push her over the edge. She was an assault on his senses and he was basking in the glory of it all. He sharply inhaled, a moan mixed in with the heavy exhalation of breath when he felt her nails break his skin, dragging down over his back in a way that offered both pleasure and pain. A sensational combination. He bit harder against her neck, as it was one of the outlets to express how amazing this felt. How amazing she felt. He didn't think it could get any better, but then she hooked her leg around him, changing the angle and allowing Bellamy to drive into her deeper and harder than before.

He fully took advantage, pounding his hips against her. One hand fell to her thigh, digging his fingers into her as he firmly gripped her leg in pure encouragement. Breathy grunts continued to escape him, panting for breath against her skin, his tongue gliding along the side of her cheek to drink in the tears of sweat that coated their bodies. Her taste just further establishing how she was attacking each and every sense of his, whether she was aware of it or not. Bellamy released a loud strained sound of pleasure, throbbing inside of her as his actions grew more frantic, not even thinking about how sore this may leave them afterwards. He was too consumed with the need for release. Where her hand had guided him, he probed her, pressing against her core, that singular spot that he was applying perhaps too much pressure against, but he couldn't help it.

He couldn't restrain himself. Her words were followed by the glorious flood of her orgasm, the liquid seeping down from them and he was not long to follow. He cursed amidst a breath, unable to control himself. The bite of her teeth on his shoulder caused his head to fall back and with a final noise of pleasure, he came deep inside Raven, pumping his release inside of her and continuing still until he was spent. His head fell limply against her shoulder, as did his hand that had been probing her core. He panted heavily against the skin of her shoulder, tilting his head to the side to press his lips against the skin of her neck. His chest was heaving, heart racing . . . and he wasn't ready to pull out of her. Not yet. "Oh my god," he breathed against her, surprised that he could even form words, his teeth slightly nipping at her skin, tongue still longing to taste her as it glided a little over the area.

[cherry1]

"Oh my god," A sentiment she shared. “You can call me Raven,” she replied, laughing out loud at her own bad joke, the movement vibrating through both their bodies with the close proximity. Raven basked in the afterglow, the euphoria, and feeling just…whole. She wished it wasn’t temporary. As amazing and earth shattering as the orgasm was, this moment was always her favourite part. A fact she’d never admitted. The few seconds before her mind could start overthinking, before reality inevitably crashed down and reminded her of who she really was. And all the ways she didn’t deserve this happiness.

But until then, she just held him, attempting to steady her breathing. The soft pads of her fingers tenderly smoothed over the deep scratches she’d left in his back, keeping him in place for just a little while longer. Turning her face, she used one hand in his hair to turn his, smiling for a moment at the perfectly imperfect sweaty mess before her, knowing she looked just as worn out before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Raven desperately didn’t want this to end. Maybe it didn’t have to…

And then just like that, as if on cue, she slowly began untangling her good leg from around his waist, prompting him to pull out of her, the moment over. Who was she kidding? As soon as he did, she was hit with the feeling of emptiness. Every bit of space she put between them felt almost painful after the closeness and intimacy they’d just experienced. But it had to be done. She’d known for a while now that letting people in, caring, only led to pain. How could she have been so stupid? She’d just potentially ruined one of the only good relationships in her life. In silence she found each item of clothing, dressing herself bit by bit, unable to look him in the eye as she did. The last thing she found was her hair tie. As if it signified the end of…whatever this was, Raven quickly tied her hair into her signature pony tail. “This…was a mistake.” It could never happen again, it was a moment of weakness, where she let her emotions get the better of her, rather than think with her brain. “Lets just pretend this never happened okay?” She asked, holding her hand out awkwardly, like a brisk handshake was in the same universe as appropriate after what they just did. But it was for the best. 

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