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"What time is it?" the woman asked as she sat up on the hotel bed.
"Just after one," the older man with shoulder length black hair said. Byakuya Kuchiki watched the redhead as she rushed around the hotel room, gathering her things.
Was he wrong for trying to lure another man's woman away?
Probably.
Did he care?
Not really.
Her boyfriend was some piece of shit wannabe hitman in a gang.
He sighed and sat up, propping his back on the headboard. "Do you have to go back?" he asked as he reached over and picked up a cigarette from the silver case on the night stand. Byakuya put it in his mouth just as Orihime Inoue walked over and took it out.
"Do you really want to deal with him? I don't and I'm already on the verge of being late. You promised to cut down," she said.
"Do you actually know what he does for Aizen?" Byakuya asked then sighed. "He's a thug. He doesn't treat you very well."
The tiny woman just cleared her throat. "I'm sure he does the same thing you do for Mr. Kyoraku," Orihime stated. She leveled a look at Byakuya. "I'll see you later..."
Later wouldn't be for another three weeks when she could manage to send him a text. They met in the same hotel room. Byakuya was already there waiting for her.
"Sorry," Orihime said in a rush as she came into the room. "It's been hard to concentrate all day. I've been wanting to send you a message. I told Ulquiorra I was going to the gym and then to get a manicure and pedicure. He--He--He..."
Byakuya put down the glass of liquor he was drinking and walked over to the woman then took her in his arms. "Shhh," he murmured to the top of her head. He could feel her small hands curl into the soft cashmere wool of his sweater that he wore.
"He's a monster."
"He's an Espada. They're brutal," he said in an agreeing tone. "What did he do?"
"Stabbed a man for saying I was beautiful," she sniffled. "Are you like that?"
He scoffed. "If I were like Cifer, he would have been dead the first time you had to go back to him. I mostly intimidate people who have displeased the Gotei thirteen."
"I don't know if I can go back. I thought... I thought I could ignore what he did. I can't anymore, not seeing it with my own eyes," Orihime said. A sob wracked her body.
The man could only hold her tighter. "Orihime, do you want to forget?"
It was a question he didn't ask her often. She confided in him that she couldn't forget her boyfriend. In the event she did, it could be fatal for those involved. Sometimes she came to him in a frenzy saying that it had been weeks since Ulquiorra even looked at or touched her. Other times she just wanted the emotional intimacy that Byakuya could only provided in a private setting. When they had hours and hours of free time, he would hold her and treat her like a princess. If they didn't have time for that luxury then it was hot sex until she was almost late.
She said nothing as her coat slipped from her shoulders, falling to the carpeted floor. Byakuya knew what she wanted. His arms slipped around her waist, lips finding her neck; kissing a trail up to her ear, growling softly then moved to her mouth.
"You put so much effort into these meetings although they're not long or very often," she panted as she broke their lip lock.
A hint of a smirk graced his mouth. "You're worth it, Miss Inoue," Byakuya said before he picked Orihime up, letting her legs wrap around his waist. All he did was walk over to the bed and gently lower her down to the surface. He kissed her several times before he straightened his body.
The expensive leggings and panties she wore were discarded. Then came her trainers and socks, followed by the sports bra and tank top. They all puddled on the floor. He then stared at the naked woman in front of him. They had discussed fantasies, goals, and dreams during one of their chats. Byakuya knew things that Orihime had never told anyone. They had a certain level of trust.
Byakuya took her hands and pinned them above her head. He let his one hand slide down each of her wrists. The long, graceful fingers flitted down the center of her chest. She whined when he didn't touch her breasts or nipples even though she arched her back. He bent down over her body, his hips fitting perfectly between hers; capturing her lips, kissing her lips. His hand continued to roam over her skin, taking in the firmness of Orihime's body mixed with the lushness of the curves of her body.
She knew to stay still as his mouth then followed the same path as his mouth took, nose nuzzling her tits, lips closing over the tight buds of nerves. Byakuya could only moan as she gasped, again arching towards him. As he moved down her body, her legs opened wider for him.
"Please, Byakuya," she panted, "make me forget about him."
All he had to do was look at her face and see her eyes pleading with him. Those eyes were deep pools full of vulnerability and affection. He had learned that he could never say no to anything she asked him. His hands held her legs open as his mouth started kissing her nether lips slowly, sucking each into his mouth before he did it again. When she trembled under his hands his mouth moved, tongue lapping at her skin with care and expertise. His mouth and tongue probed and explored all of her pussy but avoided her clit until Orihime shivered.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted in a soft tone.
It was then Byakuya's tongue flicked against that sensitive bundle over and over. His fingers entered her body and along with his lips, he coaxed her to her first orgasm. He didn't let her go as her thighs clamped around his head. Her body convulsed several times signaling she was reaching that high of pleasure and only then did he slow his movements finally stopping when she quivered. He once again straightened his posture.
The man then stood walking to the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean his hand and face off. When he returned to the room again, Orihime was sitting in the middle of the bed, still looking at him with that pleading look. Byakuya stared at her and crossed his arms over his chest. In another life she would be his. Now was not the right time.
A sigh and he was brought back to the present. He was hard and could still smell her scent on him. Byakuya wanted the redhead.
Orihime's face lit up as he grabbed the hem of the sweater and pulled it over his head. He took note of how her eyes followed his hands to the fly of the dress pants he wore. Once they were off his body and folded along with the sweater, he slipped the boxers down his legs.
The way her mouth turned up into a smile as he approached the bed made his heart ache. She lay back on the bed when he got onto the bed with her, tiny hand coming between their bodies, guiding his hips between her legs. He groaned as her fingers slid from the base to the tip of his cock.
Even with her previous orgasm, Orihime was still tight as he pushed into her. The pace was slow as her breast rocked back and forth with each thrust. Byakuya stared at the woman with the flush face and swollen mouth. Her expression was one filled with emotion that he couldn't place as their bodies came together, sharing a space.
It was when her legs and arms tightened around his hips and neck that he hastened his thrusts, using his powerful thighs to fuck Orihime with punishing pace. She was so slick and wet against his cock. Byakuya could feel her pussy rippling with her orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck, yes, Byakuya," she screamed, clawing at his back now.
He knew her orgasm was becoming too intense and it was time for him to come now. Everything he was holding back, he let go of and found his body stilled as his cock twitched. Pleasure overtook his body and he let out a soft moan before burying his face into her neck as he filled her.
They both lay there for a while, catching their breath, waiting for their hearts to stop pounding erratically. He didn't know how much time had passed.
It was the woman who spoke first. "What time is it?"
"Are you going back to him?"
"I don't know."
"Will you tell him what you've done?" Byakuya asked, lifting his head and looking at her.
Orihime shook her head. "I'm not putting you in danger," she said to him.
"I see." Byakuya lifted his body off Orihime and then got off the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom, using the same cloth he had used earlier to clean off his cock. He walked back into the room and began to get dressed. His eyes caught her gaze. She was looking at him with that expression again.
"Don't look at me like that, Orihime," he said, gazing at her. He looked displeased. "You're unwilling to leave him. We can't have each other until that happens."
When she walked out of there, the man sipped on that drink while he stood at the window of the hotel room, looking down at the city that always seemed the busiest at night.