atemptress
in
jl_fic
Nightcap
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
A/N: Thank you, Missy.
XXX
She kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip before taking a breath. Helena shoved Dick onto his bed after helping pull the Kevlar suit off. She didn’t allow him the pleasure of tearing at her suit.
She did that herself.
Once she climbed atop him, her hand found his shaft and almost roughly massaged it to a hard erection. Nights like this may have been a smidge painful, but Dick wouldn’t dare stop Helena when her mind was made up.
Helena’s lips covered Dick’s again, her tongue exploring every corner of his mouth in a hungry desperation. His hands gripped her hips, tightening with every movement of her right fist.
“I want inside,” Dick managed in between kisses. He forced Helena onto her back, and her head crashed onto his pillows. He kissed her neck, sucking on the smooth skin above where he could feel her pulse. His right hand immediately moved to knead her breast as his left continued to grip her hip.
His body moved to mold against hers. Helena helped to guide him inside of her. Instead of entering slowly, as he usually did, Dick forced himself inside. She gasped with both surprise and delight.
If he had given her a chance to giggle before his next thrust, she may have.
Dick positioned his arms on either side of Helena, forcing eye contact. He smiled as his thrusts increased in force and speed. She was so wet, so warm… it made it easy.
Helena grunted. “Jesus, Dick.” She angled her back to make their union even more comfortable. “If you fucked me this hard every night, we’d have to take more breaks between nightcaps.”
“I’m not as tired as I usually am,” he grunted. “I thought I’d celebrate the occasion.” Dick then slowly pulled himself from Helena’s folds.
Her hips shifted angrily, searching for him and yearning for him. “What…What are you doing? You didn’t already -” He interrupted her with a hard kiss.
Helena was pissed. “Fuck you, Dick.” She pushed him onto his back again and mounted him, just as he knew she would. Her right hand grabbed his cock, and he winced with pain before she permitted him entry again.
He rode him like a stallion with hands clutching the iron headboard. Dick bucked beneath Helena.
The swift motion of her wonderful hips, the lovely jiggle of her breasts… She was making it difficult for him to last, but he had to try.
Her long hair clung to her sweaty face, neck, and shoulders.
She was beautiful.
Dick wanted her closer to him; he wanted to touch her soft strands. His hands slid up from her hips and pulled her upper body toward his. Helena complied and rested her hands on his shoulders as she repositioned her body. She maintained her rhythm against him, her nipples now grazing his chest. Her dark hair cascaded over them both, and Dick could feel her hot breath on his face.
He lost it.
“God!” he cried and bucked one last time beneath her. She rode him until she came as well. When the blood returned to his head, Dick knew she’d been turned on since before they left for patrol.
Helena collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged. Dick pushed her hair from her eyes to look at her. For a moment, he thought she would wait this time and maybe even stare at him in return. Instead, Helena quickly and carefully separated from him, and Dick grunted.
He watched as she rolled off of the bed and opened the drawer where she kept extra clothing for nights like this.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah.”
“We could get breakfast tomorrow morning at the diner.”
She shook her head and then turned to look at him. “Dick…”
“Sorry. I’m not as good at this ‘no strings attached’ game as you are.”
Her bright eyes narrowed dangerously as she slipped on her panties. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
Helena pulled on her black bra. “We both knew what we were getting into.”
“Yeah, but I’m not the kind of guy who can just act like this is casual.”
“Ok then.” She challenged, “Do you love me now that we’ve slept together for the past two months?”
Dick couldn’t answer.
“So don’t try and convince yourself that you didn’t use me to get over Barbara.”
If he didn’t know any better, Dick could have sworn he’d seen a tear glitter in the corner of her eye.
“Hell, even after everything she’s done to you, you’re still in love with her.”
That was a shot to the gut. It hurt even more when somebody else noticed what he already had. Dick lowered his blue eyes, staring at the empty side of the bed.
Helena gathered the pieces of her suit from his floor and bluntly stated, “We’re ending this, Dick.” She then started for the door.
“You know, you’re not as stone cold as you think you are,” he said and waited for a reply.
She stopped in the doorway, like he knew she would, and forced a smile. “And you’re not as good in bed as you think you are.”
“So, I’m better?”
This time, she did laugh. “Shut up, Dick.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
A/N: Thank you, Missy.
XXX
She kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip before taking a breath. Helena shoved Dick onto his bed after helping pull the Kevlar suit off. She didn’t allow him the pleasure of tearing at her suit.
She did that herself.
Once she climbed atop him, her hand found his shaft and almost roughly massaged it to a hard erection. Nights like this may have been a smidge painful, but Dick wouldn’t dare stop Helena when her mind was made up.
Helena’s lips covered Dick’s again, her tongue exploring every corner of his mouth in a hungry desperation. His hands gripped her hips, tightening with every movement of her right fist.
“I want inside,” Dick managed in between kisses. He forced Helena onto her back, and her head crashed onto his pillows. He kissed her neck, sucking on the smooth skin above where he could feel her pulse. His right hand immediately moved to knead her breast as his left continued to grip her hip.
His body moved to mold against hers. Helena helped to guide him inside of her. Instead of entering slowly, as he usually did, Dick forced himself inside. She gasped with both surprise and delight.
If he had given her a chance to giggle before his next thrust, she may have.
Dick positioned his arms on either side of Helena, forcing eye contact. He smiled as his thrusts increased in force and speed. She was so wet, so warm… it made it easy.
Helena grunted. “Jesus, Dick.” She angled her back to make their union even more comfortable. “If you fucked me this hard every night, we’d have to take more breaks between nightcaps.”
“I’m not as tired as I usually am,” he grunted. “I thought I’d celebrate the occasion.” Dick then slowly pulled himself from Helena’s folds.
Her hips shifted angrily, searching for him and yearning for him. “What…What are you doing? You didn’t already -” He interrupted her with a hard kiss.
Helena was pissed. “Fuck you, Dick.” She pushed him onto his back again and mounted him, just as he knew she would. Her right hand grabbed his cock, and he winced with pain before she permitted him entry again.
He rode him like a stallion with hands clutching the iron headboard. Dick bucked beneath Helena.
The swift motion of her wonderful hips, the lovely jiggle of her breasts… She was making it difficult for him to last, but he had to try.
Her long hair clung to her sweaty face, neck, and shoulders.
She was beautiful.
Dick wanted her closer to him; he wanted to touch her soft strands. His hands slid up from her hips and pulled her upper body toward his. Helena complied and rested her hands on his shoulders as she repositioned her body. She maintained her rhythm against him, her nipples now grazing his chest. Her dark hair cascaded over them both, and Dick could feel her hot breath on his face.
He lost it.
“God!” he cried and bucked one last time beneath her. She rode him until she came as well. When the blood returned to his head, Dick knew she’d been turned on since before they left for patrol.
Helena collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged. Dick pushed her hair from her eyes to look at her. For a moment, he thought she would wait this time and maybe even stare at him in return. Instead, Helena quickly and carefully separated from him, and Dick grunted.
He watched as she rolled off of the bed and opened the drawer where she kept extra clothing for nights like this.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah.”
“We could get breakfast tomorrow morning at the diner.”
She shook her head and then turned to look at him. “Dick…”
“Sorry. I’m not as good at this ‘no strings attached’ game as you are.”
Her bright eyes narrowed dangerously as she slipped on her panties. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
Helena pulled on her black bra. “We both knew what we were getting into.”
“Yeah, but I’m not the kind of guy who can just act like this is casual.”
“Ok then.” She challenged, “Do you love me now that we’ve slept together for the past two months?”
Dick couldn’t answer.
“So don’t try and convince yourself that you didn’t use me to get over Barbara.”
If he didn’t know any better, Dick could have sworn he’d seen a tear glitter in the corner of her eye.
“Hell, even after everything she’s done to you, you’re still in love with her.”
That was a shot to the gut. It hurt even more when somebody else noticed what he already had. Dick lowered his blue eyes, staring at the empty side of the bed.
Helena gathered the pieces of her suit from his floor and bluntly stated, “We’re ending this, Dick.” She then started for the door.
“You know, you’re not as stone cold as you think you are,” he said and waited for a reply.
She stopped in the doorway, like he knew she would, and forced a smile. “And you’re not as good in bed as you think you are.”
“So, I’m better?”
This time, she did laugh. “Shut up, Dick.”