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I didn’t know what I was doing.
That was my justification for everything, for all of it. Ignorance or naivety, I would claim one or the other. Because any excuse would be better than facing the reality of what I was allowing this stranger to do to me.
One hand was on my neck, gripping the still tender flesh from the night before, the other grasping onto my hip.
“What are you doing?” I hissed out with what little breath I had left to speak.
He wavered before me a moment, as if contemplating his next move, what else he would do to me. And then his lips lowered to my ear, his hot breath fanning against my flesh.
Only when I thought he was about to answer, did I feel his teeth on my earlobe. Warmth began to pool between my thighs. A shameful sensation, but it was enough to blind me and ignore any rational thought that would have entered my mind at that moment. My inhibitions were gone, loosened from me, drunk off his touches.
An unholy whimper escaped my lips, and I bit down on them to keep any other noises in. He noticed it and chuckled as he nibbled at the skin.
Fuck, he knew what he was doing.
His soft breaths pushed against my skin every time I wriggled under the touch of his lips. He was enjoying this too. Somehow, this made me feel like less of a fool. He knew I wanted more. So his mouth lowered beneath my ear, biting and kissing the space between his hand still tightening over my neck.
Common sense came to me enough that I reached up and attempted to pull his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge.
“I know when to stop,” his gruff whisper rang through my mind. My mind flashed to how I saw him before, his hands squeezing the neck of my attacker until he was on the brink of death. For some reason this made it worse, my skin heated and I couldn’t help but sink further into his hold. “Trust me.”
It was an unreasonable request, and yet I obeyed him completely. The vision at the corners of my eyes was fading, and for a fleeting moment, I thought that this would be it. Somehow, through my lust-hazed mind, I could not force myself to care.
And then he released, only slightly, enough for the world to come back into view. But all I saw was him. His eyes gleamed through the blackness of his mask. My stomach tightened, and in a moment of boldness, I thrust my hips forward into his.
The man grunted only slightly, biting his lower lip at the fleeting touch. I grinned at my triumph, only to feel his other hand push back on my hips until I was flush against the walls of the alleyway. I gasped as the coldness of the brick permeated my clothing, but I could not move away from it.
The Batman had me firmly restrained as if I was just another one of his criminals.
“Let me go,” I rasped.
“Or what?”
Fuck, everything he said turned me on.
“I’ll scream.”
“Oh, I plan on that happening.”
My knees buckled, and if I had not kept so tightly against the wall, I was sure I would have fallen to the ground.
I wiggled and writhed, twisted and turned. Anything to free myself from his hold. And this man just watched as I struggled, expressionless. He was waiting.
“Are you finished?”
There was so much within the question, that I pressed my lips together instead of answering him.
I jolted suddenly, one more time to see if I could maybe have the element of surprise on my side, but I didn’t even budge. My face heated at the failure of my attempt, but the man only looked at me expectantly.
“Now?”
This was either going to be the best thing I’d ever done or the stupidest.
“Yeah.”
His lips were on mine not even a second later. His teeth biting me so hard I was sure he’d draw blood. But I didn’t care. It felt good, too good. Moans tumbled out of me as I opened my mouth to him, basking in the sensation of his tongue swirling with mine.
All of my shame was gone. I didn’t care anymore that I was alone in an alley with the most wanted vigilante in Gotham City. I didn’t care that I was enjoying it. I only cared about what my body wanted, and what it needed, and whatever it was, it wasn’t enough.
“Please,” I moaned, not really knowing what it was I was asking for.
He knew, however, and in an instant his hands moved to my thighs, hoisting me up against the wall. I froze at the movement, worried I would fall, until his body was flush against mine holding me still.
I gasped when I felt him, the hardness pressing against my center, and I lifted my hips to feel more of him. The man moved his hands to the hem of my jeans which were feeling unbearably restricting over my body. In one swift moment, they were being yanked down to my thighs. At some point, I thought I heard the sound of fabric ripping, but I could not force myself to care at that moment.
It was only when a chill wind raked over my body did I realized that my panties had also been pulled down with them. My eyes shot to the stranger’s before me. The fear and anticipation of what he would do next lit my body on fire. I needed so much more.
I could hardly get out a please before I felt his gloved thumb press against the tender bundle of nerves. He circled it there for a moment, watching my every gasp and moan with an intensity that felt so familiar. I bit down on my lip to keep myself quiet, the more he moved.
“God,” I hissed. “Please.”
Instead, he removed his hand. I thought I might have cried from the loss of contact until he replaced it with him. His hips, still clothed, were flush against mine. Moving, pushing, thrusting, and pulling every embarrassing moan out of me.
That was what he wanted. He didn’t even have to say it, but I knew this man was going to torture me until he heard my screams.
No. I wouldn’t give in so easily. I pinched my lower lip between my teeth, determined to stay as silent as a mouse.
As if sensing my resolution, the man pulled me tighter against his body, so tight that I could feel just how incredibly hard he was.
God, he was big. I whimpered at the touch, hating myself for how badly I wanted it. Not just against me, inside of me.
The Batman continued this torture until time blurred. I couldn’t tell how long I had been there, grinding against him to reach my climax, only to be deprived of it right before its peak.
I cried out each time, hating the way he grunted in his victory.
“Please,” I begged, my voice still a whisper.
“You’re too quiet.”
Dammit. “Please,” I raised my voice, hating how desperate I sounded.
“Again,” he moaned as he pressed himself to my slicked core.
“Please.” I could hear my whining voice echo down the alley, and I searched his eyes to see if he was any closer to accepting that.
“Please what?”
I could have screamed at that moment. Instead, I cried in frustration. My body was throbbing, every part of me was begging to be filled, but I knew that couldn’t happen until I did as this man commanded.
“Please…fuck me.”
He sighed and thrust again. “Louder.”
If there was a single light out there, I am sure it would have shown just how red my skin had grown. How much louder could I get without alerting the whole goddamned city that I wanted to get fucked by Batman? I scoffed, knowing that was exactly what he had wanted.
“Please fuck me,” I pleaded, wincing at the prospect of being heard.
“Good girl.”
Those words alone were almost enough to unravel me. My body clenched with need, and I thrust my hips against him until he held me still again. I was about to complain when I felt the tip of his cock settling at my entrance.
I inhaled and tried to move, but he only pulled back. So I held still, waiting for him to move again.
The reward of my patience was granted when the man slid himself inside me with a guttural groan. Fuck, I could have listened to that sound for hours. Only when he was fully seated inside me, the length of his cock twitching against my walls, did he begin to move.
He was fast, and hard. It was nothing like how sex with Bruce was. This was desperate, and consuming. The stranger held my body hard against the brick wall and fucked into me with an intensity I had never felt before.
My hands moved to grasp around his armor-covered shoulders, scraping my nails as I tried to hold on to something while he pumped into me. His cock was hitting every glorious part, causing my moans to transform into wanton screams in the night. I knew if anyone was around they would hear me, and would know exactly what was being done to me. But I didn’t care. It almost made the eroticism of the situation intensify.
There had to be something wrong with me.
With each thrust and groan, the man held onto my body tighter, almost protectively. I moaned with him, our foreheads pressed together. It was so good, but still, not enough. I needed more. I needed to come.
Somehow, this stranger must have known this, because, in the swiftest moment, his hands moved to cup my bare ass and lift me ever so slightly upward. The change in position unleashed the most ungodly screams to tumble from me as I began to move with his thrusts.
“I’m so close,” I cried out.
“Fuck,” he grunted, clearly struggling to keep his pace even now. He was close too. “Come for me.”
The words were a shock to my system as pleasure flooded my body. I twisted, pressing myself closer to his body, wanting to feel this stranger all over me. Damn, his armor.
“Come on,” he coaxed. “Come for me now.” His gloved hand reached between our bodies until his thumb was back on that sensitive bud. I could have been made undone by just that.
I held on, though, basking in the immense sensations. I didn’t want it to end, for reality to sink in.
“I can’t,” I whined. Not yet.
“Yes, you can. Come for me. Come for me,” he chanted until my walls tightened around his cock.
“Fuck,” I screamed one last time as my orgasm wracked through my body. Only then did the man change his pace, his hips moving erratically as he chased his own climax. His groans turned into a roar as his cock pumped into me, and I swore I almost came again when I felt his warmth spill inside of me.
Both of us panted, without another word passing between us as he held me there, unmoving. I waited for reality to sink in, and the shame to follow after. But I supposed that would come later. Because at that moment, I could have done the whole thing over again and not regretted a single thing.