Love Assistant / Venable Fanfiction

Chapter 14 - Fire Meets Gasoline

*Y/N's POV*

I wish I could say that we behaved on our drive back to my place, but the truth is that we didn't. I had given Alicia the night off, counting on leaving the dinner much later than we actually did, so we had to take a taxi. And 'discrete' wasn't a good adjective to describe the handsyness of us both. It actually surprised me, how loose my lover let herself get on our taxi ride home. The drive felt like hours, because we didn't want to wait for each other any longer.

*Venables POV*

When I think back to this night later in life, I'll never remember the drive to y/n's apartment. My memory will forever miss the events of these 20 minutes, blurry form desire, anticipation and sexual tension.

The first recollection I have is getting pressed against the door of y/n's apartment a little too hard for my back not to notice, but I couldn't care less. The feeling of her lips against mine makes my whole body tingle. She pulls back for a second, only to seduce me while undoing the few buttons of her blazer, throwing the piece of clothing into the room without caring where it lands. I gasp seeing her perfect perky breasts covered in her lace purple bra and she smirks, coming back to me. I lick my lips and grab the waistband of her trousers, pull her towards my body, trapping myself between the door behind me and her. To smooth the bump between our bodies she places both her hands flat open on the door on top of my shoulders.

While she kisses me hungrily against the door, I can feel her hands fumbling around on the zipper of my dress. It doesn't take her long to open it along my back and strip me off of the fabric. That's something I normally wouldn't allow anyone to do, woman or man, but it's different with her. She told me that she was in love with me, without demanding any kind of response to that. She didn't ask me to say it back. She just served me her heart on a silver plate and that's more of a striptease than a lack of clothes could ever be. Her eyes wander along my half naked body after my dress hits the floor. I feel self conscious for a second until I hear her mumble, "you look breathtaking, princess... I am glad I offered you such a thing... Let's keep the heels, shall we?" Before I can think of an answer, she kisses me again.

When the kiss gets hungrier, her lips leave mine and she starts to spread kisses along my jawline. I bury my free hand in her hair, loving the silky feeling between my fingers, I form a tight grip on it and lead her lips to where I love the attention the most. My other hand twitches, wanting to grab her neck, but holding myself back because I need the support of my cane. She notices and kisses up to my ear to whisper, "let it go and put all your weight on me."

"Are you sure?" I ask, not wanting to hurt her. Her hands wander along my sides and cup my ass before she picks me up. I wrap my legs around her waist and both of my hands rest on her shoulders. The bang-sound with which my cane hits the floor is just an insignificant background sound.

She takes both my hands with her own and puts my arms on the wall on top of my head. Thrusting her hips against mine as I am trapped between her and the wall, driving me insane. I try to contain my moans, feeling my juices soaking my panties against her suit pants. She's really good at this, I could cum from this friction on my intimacy alone. Her hands leave mine hanging on their own, but her hip's movement doesn't cease. In no time I feel her grab my braids and pull them down making my neck pop out for her to ravish on. Her kisses turn into bites quickly and normally I would be worried about being marked, but her tight grip on my hair makes me forget everything.

"Oh yes..." I moan slightly louder, enjoying her power demonstration.

"Moan for me, princess," she growls with stars shining in her eyes at my pleasure sounds.

"Do you like that?" she asks, also slightly out of breath.

"Pull harder..." I demand, sounding stern.