Fated to be Together

Chapter 5: Day 5-Bad Decisions, Good Outcomes

Day 5—Bad Decisions, Good Outcomes (Car/Batmobile Sex || Friends with Benefits)

"Stop or they're gonna hear us." Raven giggled on top of him while his hands ran along her sides. It was a rare sound that left her lips, and Damian treasured it.

"Then I guess you better be quiet," he said as his hands ventured upward to cup her breasts. She sighed and her face flushed when his thumb brushed her hard nipples over her uniform.

She pushed against his chest and pushed his hands away. "Stop," she said, covering her breasts.

He smiled. She was a masterpiece. A painting that was a million times better than The Birth of Venus.

He wrapped his arms around her and drew her closer. His lips went to her neck and licked a certain spot he wanted to bite. He was ready and excited for her to become his mate. The thought of it caused his stiff phallus to shiver and his heart to tremble. He grabbed her firm glutes and brought her closer to his erection while nibbling on her neck.

He needed her; she pushed against him.

"Stop."

"Stop worrying," he said, placing one of his hands on her nape to bring her face closer while moving his lips toward hers. "No one is going to hear us. The comms are off and Father's car is sound proof. No one will know what we are doing unless you want them to." His lips touched hers. No one, but him, would ever get to hear her soft moans and screams of pleasure again. If they did, he would cut their ears off if he didn't kill them.

She moaned in his mouth. Her hips ground against his erection.

Needing extra pressure, he returned his hand back to her glutes. He squeezed them while guiding her along his phallus how he wanted to.

They moaned together.

"We need to stop; we're on a mission," she said when their lips parted. Yet her lower lips continued to kiss his erection, gliding along it over the top of his pants.

"We'll stop after I come inside of you." His hands went under her uniform to her bare bottom. He hated and loved her outfit. It revealed too much skin, yet it made her more appetizing to his sight.

She sat up on his lap as much as she could in the Batmobile. "That's not fair. Why are you the only one that gets to come?"

She was upset.

It was cute.

He chuckled. "Because you are going to come multiple times before I do."

She smirked. It was a mischievous expression that stiffened his phallus even more. "Do you think you can achieve that?"

"Have I ever disappointed you before?"

"Not yet."

"And I won't today." He gripped her hips, adjusted their weight, and, using his vampiric speed, he moved her across his erection.

She gasped. Her hands gripped his shoulders for support.

He angled her hips so that her clitoris brushed against him. She bit her bottom lip, suffocating the moans that wanted to escape.

He increased the speed and the pressure between their bodies. Soon, her legs next to his thighs shook while her upper body stiffened. She released her lip and a silent scream fell from it. He grabbed her neck and kissed her while using one hand and arm to keep his grip around her waist.

When her orgasm subsided, he pulled away and asked, "Are you ready for the next one?"

He didn't wait for a reply as he freed his phallus, turned her around to face the dashboard—her hands braced against it—, pushed her panties aside, and entered her. He didn't give her time to adjust his size as he entered and exited her wet, salacious canal. He liked to see her struggle some.